In the westernmost part of Xi'an City, there is the Temple of the Saints.

This day was gloomy, and the day of the beginning of spring was still dry and cold until now, making this temple where the incense was not prosperous was even less popular.

The temple door was wide open, and a monk swept the ground by himself, without looking up at passers-by.

The ground is very clean, and I don't know what this monk is sweeping.

There is wind, which does not blow the snow on the roadside, but the hem of the monk's robe sways from side to side.

On the walls on both sides of the temple gate, there is a big "Zen" written in black letters on a yellow background, and the old ones have cracked, and there are several places where deep earthen walls are exposed.

The hunchbacked old man who had sat with the Son of Heaven in the palace appeared at the intersection of the road, with his hands behind his back, swaying from the east, followed by a big greyhound.

The hunchbacked old man was very weird, and he didn't take the clean road that was swept out, but picked up both sides of the road with snow, one step at a time, and walked with a creaky sound.

The big greyhound also followed the old man, walking on one side, creaking and creaking.

Walking to the gate of the temple, the hunchbacked old man looked up and looked at a few cracks to divide the three large characters of the "Sage Temple" into several pieces, as well as the inscription that was so blurred that you couldn't notice it if you didn't look closely.

Even if it is so down-and-out, even if it has been inherited for a hundred years, it seems a little small when it is set off by the three words next to it, even if this hunchbacked old man with a high status is sitting with the son of heaven and is now a saint who performs the junior salute, when his eyes unintentionally touch, he unconsciously shuddered, and was very respectful.

I don't know if it's talking to myself, or listening to the monk who is sweeping the floor under the plaque, the hunchbacked old man who moved his eyes to the lower side cleared his throat, as if he was deliberately reminding, and muttered, "It's time to change." ”

The monk who swept the floor should know that someone was coming, and he should also know who the person who was coming, but he still swept the floor and did not speak.

"I haven't come to see you in three years." The hunchbacked old man didn't move, and he didn't plan to enter the temple, the big greyhound sat on his legs, but he was obedient, and he looked at the old man and then at the monk sweeping the floor.

As if knowing that the monk would not take care of himself, the old man said: "In the past three years, I am really embarrassed to stay in this Xi'an City for a while, it is a shame." ”

"Then there is no shame in the benefactor coming here?" The monk who was supposed to escape into the empty gate to guard the obsessive precept spoke, "Have you been grinding your face in three years?" ”

The hunchbacked old man's face was a little unbearable when he was choked by the other party, and he sneered: "Last night, the saint was in a hurry to summon him, saying that the old guy from Lingxu had something important to discuss, and he came here if he couldn't grind left and right, and he couldn't come if he didn't come." Then he smiled again, as if to hide his inconsistency, and finally said, "When I came out of the palace last night, I was close to Zheng, so I went to live with Xiaoliu for a night." ”

"Didn't leave you out?"

was choked again, and this time the old man scratched his head and said very honestly: "No." ”

In exchange, the monk snorted coldly.

The hunchbacked old man began to walk, pacing back and forth slowly at the temple gate, thinking a lot.

"You said that the Forbidden said that it was a marriage, but that was a self-surrendering identity, he wanted to be the in-laws of my courtiers, or the in-laws of the younger generation. You think I can push? The little rabbit cub said to run away, so that I still have a face to see people? ”

"It's infuriating to think about. Boy, boy, bastard, Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu are also messing around, in front of the horn, the father-in-law will do it against me, where is my old face? ”

"It's still making such a big deal in Beijing, even ......"

The sweeping monk straightened up and turned to look at the hunchbacked old man, who turned out to be a nun.

No, it's a female monk, because her master won't let her be called a nun.

The female monk just made the hunchbacked old man shut up with just this action, and the old man was still very afraid of her.

The female monk spoke: "I've been holding it back for three years, just to tell the little monk that you're still angry?" ”

"This matter, we have to make sense of it." The old man straightened his back lightly and looked up at the female monk on the steps.

"You're trying to say that you want to save face." The female monk's tone was still flat, not in a hurry or slow, so that people couldn't hear her emotions.

The old man sighed, and before he could speak, the female monk began to sweep the floor again.

In front of the Sage Temple, an old man paced, a female monk swept the floor, and a big greyhound squatted, which constituted a very incompatible scene.

It wasn't until the female monk swept the already clean door and wanted to enter the temple that the hunchbacked old man said, "I'm not thinking about a compromise method." ”

"The master has gone on a long trip." The female monk bowed down and raised her hand in front of her, said "Amitabha", and entered the temple.

The hunchbacked old man followed slowly and asked, "Can you give it too?" ”

The female monk just lowered her head and swept the floor, and said without raising her head: "The little monk said, can the donor listen?" ”

"It's better than not saying it." The hunchbacked old man stood at the door, looking at the female monk without moving.

The female monk stopped, looked at the hunchbacked old man, and said, "Stop fighting for silk." ”

"There's no way to explain it." The hunchbacked old man didn't seem to understand why his children and grandchildren didn't understand him, and said with a wry smile, "Your brother led your sister and said that he would run away, and there was no letter for three years." As soon as he showed his head, he went to Wudang and forcibly broke into the mountain gate, and he also made the disciples of the outer sect popular in front of others. The Wudang faction said that its status in the rivers and lakes was not low in the court. I don't say it above, but inevitably someone below will say it. At present, the civil officials and scholars in the DPRK and China are full of food and have nothing to do, but they are waiting to grab me and give me a copy, and their pens are very bad. ”

"The little monk doesn't understand the affairs of the temple. But the little monk understands that if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world, and family affairs must be put in the first place. ”

"But if you really want to break me down, what kind of home can I have?" The hunchbacked old man still smiled bitterly.

The female monk stopped talking and swept the floor by herself.

The hunchbacked old man sighed again, shook his head, and paced east, the big yellow dog wagging his tail and following. A man and a dog squeaked and creaked as they stepped on the snow.

"It's better to be a dog than a man, you don't have to worry about three meals a day." The hunchbacked old man's tone was melancholy.

The female monk was at the gate of the temple, looked eastward, and watched the hunchbacked old man disappear, and also watched the countless guards in the open and secretly disappear, and turned back to the temple.

"The face is weighed three, two, three, and the children and grandchildren are happy to be called in their old age." The female monk's tone was also gloomy.

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In the south of Xi'an City, there is half an acre of bamboo forest on the mountainside, and there is a thatched house in the forest. There is an old grave next to it, and it is clean.

Insert a steel knife under the bamboo, a bamboo and a knife.

A sloppy middle-aged man with a pierced white hair and a wine jug sat on the side of the grave, snoring softly.

The white-robed man with cinnabar marks on half of his face actually came over with a food box and a jar of wine, burping from time to time, but his feet were all flat and steady, obviously not as drunk as the red wine on his face.

"Fourth brother, you're not authentic, leave me to get wine, you're asleep here." Without any salutation of the elder and young, the white-robed man went up and kicked the white-haired man, urging him to get up and continue drinking.

I never thought that the white-haired man just turned over, and said vaguely: "Did I ask you to go and get wine and food?" I'm going to let you go......"

"Inquire about the news." The white-robed man took over the conversation, and the cinnabar mark on his face seemed to be stretched, which was quite good-looking.

"How?" The white-haired man leaned against the monument, not opening his eyes, but apparently much more awake by this time.

The white-robed man drank a sip of wine with peanuts, "The old man went to the Xi'an Sage Temple, and I don't know what to do." ”

"You can't be looking for Jiazi, because that little rabbit kid Jiazi is annoying him now, and he doesn't know it." The white-haired man finally opened his eyes, and when he said this, he also felt funny, and the corner of his mouth smiled, "Eighty percent is going to find the old monk to open his mind." ”

"Knowing the father Mo Ruozi, we can't figure out what the old man is calculating in his heart." The white-robed man joked.

The white-haired man carried a pot to pour wine, this is the only wine he can get from his daughter who can go up the mountain at any time, although it is very common in the market, but after his daughter's processing, it is obviously more mellow for him, so he is careful to drink, a small sip.

Otherwise, even if the white-robed man next to him came to drink with him, he would have to go back and get it himself after drinking.

The white-haired man remembered the topic that was pressed at the beginning of last night, and said with a smile: "This little rabbit cub led his sister to hide for three years, can the old man miss them?" Also use the luminous monument, white. Then he changed the topic and said, "Recently, when I was here, I felt that there was a qi machine traction in Xi'an City, and I thought that the old monk wanted to preach." ”

"Jiazi can't preach, how dare the old monk preach?" The white-robed man turned his head in the direction of Xi'an and said, "The Buddha was born with a Jiazi, that is a great fortune for the Buddha, how can the old monk rest assured that Jiazi will cultivate by himself." ”

"Could it be that the old monk wants to press it?"

"We don't have your skills, we can't see it." The white-robed man looked at the vague outline of Xi'an City in the distance with a wine bowl, and said, "You can also see the red walls and gold bricks on the ridges of these pavilions." ”

The white-haired man pointed his finger at the white-robed man and sneered, "You, it's not pleasant to say anything." ”

"Speaking of which, has the Forbidden been anything big lately?" The white-haired man changed the subject again.

Last night, the two chatted for a night, and it was only then that they thought that some things in this big city in front of them were more exciting than the whole world, but they forgot about it.

"Really." The white-robed man looked mysterious, and when he saw the white-haired man opposite, he didn't sell it, and said with a wine hiccup, "The Japanese don't pay tribute this year." ”

The white-haired man's appetite for the white-robed man to hang him up was gone, "The widow rowed all the way over, who knows if he was drowned by a strong wind and waves halfway." ”

"That's right." The white-robed man nodded quite approvingly, and said, "There is another thing, the one hundred singles and eight billboards that were re-ranked a few days ago in the rivers and lakes were opened yesterday, and the third young master ranked fourteen. ”

The white-haired man swayed to his feet, leaned on the tombstone, stretched his waist, and said, "Fourteen is fourteen, and there are still ninety-four people in the back." ”

The white-robed man was amused by the white-haired man's words, and said with a smile: "Why don't you say that there are thirteen in front?" ”

"It's more than enough than the top." The white-haired man also laughed, "Old horse, people must know how to be satisfied." ”

The white-robed man drank all the wine from a bowl of liquor, shook his head and said, "No, no, I don't have your heart." ”

"Anything else that's fun?"

The white-robed man looked up and began to think.

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The hunchbacked old man went up the mountain, and the big greyhound jumped back and forth, so uncomfortable.

The hunchbacked old man walked along the mountain road carved out by the elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, passing by a fork in the road, and he didn't know what to think of, so he turned around and walked in.

After walking around the path for a short time, there was a bamboo forest, where the white-haired man and the white-robed man were sipping wine and chatting.

Seeing the person, the white-haired man ignored it, but the white-robed man was so frightened that he woke up most of the wine, and hurriedly got up and bowed down and said, "Lord Wang." ”

The hunchbacked old man who couldn't control the words and deeds of these two people in private waved his hand, although it was helpless, but it was also a signal that the white-robed man did not need so many courtesies. With his hands behind his back, he looked at the two simple snacks on the ground, then looked at the familiar tombstone, and asked, "Can these two dishes be?" ”

didn't specifically indicate who he was talking to, the sloppy white-haired man simply closed his eyes and leaned on the tombstone without saying a word. The white-robed man looked at the sloppy man, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Lord Xie cares, it's good to have wine." ”

The hunchbacked old man's nostrils made a heavy nasal voice, "No matter how good the wine is, it's a waste to drink it like this." ”

The sloppy man didn't mean to pay attention to the old man at all, and the white-robed man was slightly restrained.

The hunchbacked old man suddenly waved his hand, naturally not for the two people in front of him, but in the dark, the dead guards all dispersed, and then he spoke: "Last night, the bull's nose of the Forbidden City borrowed the night tablet to general the army, and on the surface, he pinched the temperament of Er Nizi and San'er, and let the two bear children come back by themselves, why do I feel wrong?" ”

When it comes to some deep-seated issues related to his family, the white-robed man is obviously not qualified to go too deep, but he can only bow down again to show his unintentionality.

The hunchbacked old man walked slowly to the monument, stretched out his hand to support it, and sighed, "Old Five, there are no outsiders here, if you have anything to say, it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

can call this name in private, and the white-robed man who is not ranked fifth but can be regarded as the fifth is even more submissive, and said respectfully: "My subordinates don't dare." ”

The white-haired man finally opened his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, why are you such a girl." ”

The white-robed man lowered his head and raised his eyes to look at the white-haired man who was leaning down from him, but he didn't look at the hunchbacked old man, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that I'm really planning to do it openly and secretly." ”

"Figure what?" The hunchbacked old man asked again.

"It's just a matter of proportion." The white-robed man said tentatively, and then hurriedly said, "The subordinates are just guessing." ”

The hunchbacked old man smashed his mouth, looked at the capital in the distance, and didn't know what he was thinking, he slapped it on the stone tablet, and said in a deep voice: "If the girl is here, how can I still guess with you here." ”

The hunchbacked old man's rough hand scrubbed the body of the monument, and sighed, "But you haven't been there for all these years, and your father doesn't even have a person to speak, if you have a way, you can talk to your father in a dream." ”

The hunchbacked old man put his hands back again, and walked back slowly along the way he came, with a sense of helplessness in his voice, "No matter what, we have to protect our Yejia method for five hundred years." ”

The white-haired man pursed his lips and sneered, and the white-robed man had a lower waist.