Soon after they left, the snow centipede stepped out of the tiger skin chair, grabbed the golden shell and sprinkled it downward, the golden light faintly flickering under the candlelight, arousing the naked greed of the bandits present.

"Hey~"

The old wordsmith put together his fan and stopped in front of the snow centipede:

"Don't be impatient, according to the old lady's rules, this big piece can only be kept by her old man, and the rest of the gold shells will be discounted into silver and given to the brothers."

"I understand, follow the old rules, bother the master to report good news to my aunt, and say hello to her old man on my behalf."

Snow Centipede saw that the old wordsmith sent someone to carry away the bamboo basket, and his brows were furrowed in distress, but the silver camel village was all his aunt's, and he couldn't do it.

"That's nature."

At night, in the old character maker's room, he picked up the silkworm cocoon and spread it on the kang table, and wrote a cipher text in small letters.

Then he whistled, his wings fluttered in the dark night sky, and in a short time the dark shadow of an eagle was reflected in front of the glass window.

A sparrowhawk with a snow-white body and only a black feather on its forehead landed in front of the window to comb its hair, and when it saw the window open, it fluttered its wings and flew into the kang table.

The old calligrapher rolled up the rice paper, stuffed it into the bamboo tube on the sparrowhawk's feet, and fed it the meat strips in the bowl:

"Tut-tut, Yuntouwu, give you good food and drink, and bring me the letter."

The beasts are all the same, this sparrowhawk has been with the old bookmaker for a long time, and is more cunning than a man, and it looks straight at the boiled meat on the table, and it is obvious that it has not eaten enough.

"You want them all?"

The old wordsmith pulled his face and picked up the feather duster: "Hey, you evil animal!" ”

Pounding, fluttering.

The sparrowhawk broke out of the window, flew into the black clouds in an instant, and flew all night to Tangjiazhuang, which was a hundred and ten miles away from Fengtian.

……

Tangjiazhuang, the inner courtyard of the chapter house, Jingci Hall

The bright moon fades, the sky is slightly green, the pear wood carved door is half-hidden, the hazy gauze tent is blown up by the cool breeze in the early morning, the candle fire shadows, and the window flowers ripple.

An old woman wearing a peony wiped her forehead opened the bead curtain, stood in the front yard of the hall and looked at the blue sky, seeing that the time had come, she stood on tiptoe outside the door, lowered her eyebrows and said:

"Old lady, the time has come, you need to wash up."

After a while, a lazy voice came out of the bead curtain: "Mother Liu, get up, ask them to send them in." ”

After receiving this woman's letter, the maid waiting outside the door of the moon cave came in with a basin, a hand basin, a spittoon, a bucket, and a grooming object, and stood aside with bated breath, gradually entering and serving like flowing water.

After washing thoroughly, the two maids lifted the beaded curtain, and a graceful and luxurious woman came out.

This old woman is nearly sixty years old, but her hair is only slightly gray, her face is delicate and smooth, only there are slight fine lines at the corners of her eyes, which can be seen to be well maintained, her hair is combed with shavings water like delicate water lines, the back of her head is full of gold hairpins, and the tassels jingle between walking.

The autumn-colored jacket swayed slightly with the camel-colored horse-faced skirt, and was supported by the old mother into the West Buddha Hall.

In the Buddha hall, a giant half-human-high treasure pavilion is placed in the center.

The three-body Buddha is covered with gold leaf, the dignified and solemn Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, and sits quietly on the lotus platform with his hands folded.

The lotus Buddha lamps on both sides shine, reflecting the shrine and shining brightly, and the Buddha's light shines.

In front of the table, the Buddha fruit melon is high above the plate, the incense is lit on the stove, and the warm incense in the West Buddha Hall is overflowing.

The old woman opened the door of the shrine of His Excellency Bao, took out a black lacquer tablet from it and placed it in front of the offering table, knelt down on the futon, and knocked on the wooden fish to recite the "Pure Heart Mantra".

The candle flame danced faintly, illuminating the golden lacquer seal on the spiritual seat:

The spiritual position of the deceased Tang Dianrong, the surviving Tang Zhang's respect.

This Zhang's meditation was just a stick of incense, and the old mother walked in with a bamboo tube: "Madam, the teacher has sent a letter." ”

"What did he say?"

Although Zhang's hand twisted the Buddha beads, he was obviously no longer meditating, and his heart fluctuated.

"The master said that the treasure was obtained, and it would be sent here in half a month."

"Good!"

Before the words fell, the Buddha bead in her hand suddenly snapped, fell to the ground with a bang, and jumped all over the ground.

Looking up, Tang Dianrong's spiritual position cracks suddenly appeared, like an extremely ugly scar.

"Madam, this~"

Seeing that Zhang's didn't talk, the old mother understood that she would withdraw from the West Buddha Hall.

Mrs. Zhang's heart moved, and she took out the "Mantra of Death", and the Buddhist hall was filled with chanting for a long time.

……