Island City, City Lord's Mansion.

Lao Liu, who is in the access control, doesn't have much work on weekdays, and sometimes he is confused and confused when he greets the sprinkling.

The City Lord's Mansion is full of people coming and going every day, and no one cares too much about whether the cleaning is clean or not, and the reception is not thoughtful.

Even if you care, when you see Lao Liu's bitter gourd face, you will understand him from the bottom of your heart.

But every day after sunset, these street lamps on the square of the city lord's mansion, Lao Liu will light them up in turn.

There is not much happiness in Lao Liu's life, and the process of lighting the lamp is more like a simple enjoyment in Lao Liu's heart.

The mansion is empty, and there seems to be something big going on in this island city, but Lao Liu believes that nothing is more important than lighting a bright lamp for people walking at night.

What happened in the center of the square, Lao Liu also saw a few times, intentionally or unintentionally, but he just looked at it.

It's the world of big people, and it looks very close to me, but it's actually very far away.

When the second lamp was lit, Lao Liu saw Mr. San rushing down from the sky with an iron abacus in one hand, which was burning with red to black flames and slapped directly on the top of the monk's head.

Lao Liu even clearly felt that the rows of beads in the middle of the abacus were embedded in the monk's bare head, but the monk's head was like an iron beaten, and it didn't move. The monk moved his hand, and there seemed to be a golden word in the monk's palm, and when the monk's head was knocked, the hand with only words suddenly burst out, and a palm was imprinted on the chest of Mr. San, who swooped down.

Lao Liu shook his head, withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned to the next lamp.

The iron abacus fell from the top of the monk's head and fell on the bluestone slab on the floor with a crisp sound.

Yu Shuhan was still on the monk's palm, the monk's palm sank into his chest, his limbs had fallen, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Monk, you won. Yu Shuhan squeezed out a wry smile, looked at the three rows of blood pits on the top of the monk Qing Sensen's head, which were smashed out by the beads of the iron abacus, and sighed. "You win, the array is under the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, don't make this courtyard in tatters. ”

The monk withdrew his hand, and Yu Shuhan fell. The monk gently caught it, slowly placed it on the ground in front of him, looked at the eyes that were fading brightly, and nodded.

"My name is third, in fact, my qualifications are really mediocre, relying on the name of taking care of this city, I have also been loved by my master and respected by the people. I know I'm no match for you, but I don't have a choice. Yu Shuhan breathed a long sigh of relief, "Monk, don't ruin this city, will it be?"

The monk still nodded, "No matter who the island city falls into, I don't think he will be willing to waste your hard work." ”

"You're already bald, and now you're afraid you're going to have to leave these rows of scars?"

"Poor monks have always only taken advantage and not suffered losses, but in your island city, they still suffered this loss. Strength is easy to balance, and people's hearts are difficult to guess! If there is a scar on the top of this head, it should be taken as a warning!" The monk paused, "I thought of you and Fang Shi, but I didn't expect you and Fang Shishi!"

The last sentence was contradictory and repetitive, but Yu Shuhan understood.

"I understand, monk, I asked you whether your Buddha's compassion is compassion or evil, and I think I have the answer now. ”

"What's the explanation?"

"If you are a Buddha who is compassionate, you are merciful if you are an evil Buddha. ”

The monk was shocked, "The donor's words are like a monk from my Buddhist sect." ”

"The tower courtyard has never worshiped the gods, which I have a different view from the master, I always believe that if you have faith in your heart, you will have a bottom line, and even if you touch the bottom line, you can have a place to redeem. ”

The monk felt that these words were becoming more and more familiar to him, and when Yu Shuhan used the iron abacus to use the secret of the gods, the monk was a little suspicious, but Yu Shuhan had also teased him again and again before, and he really couldn't unify it into one person.

"How can the donor know my Buddhist secret technique?"

"It was also that year, Snow Field, given by the previous Zenzi. ”

"Huh?" the monk broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"Purdue sentient beings!"

"But······ ？”

"As I said, I'm too mediocre to take on this big job. Between Shizun and Zenzi, I can't choose. The teachings of the Master are reasonable, and your Dharma is also teaching people to be good after all, and I agree with it. But I couldn't disobey my master, so I had to let down Zenzi. ”

The monk sighed rarely, "My Buddha is merciful!"

But after all these years, Zenzi's words are still in my ears. Yu Shuhan stretched out his hands with great effort and folded them in front of his chest, "And this sea and mountain in my eyes has gradually taken on new ideas!"

Yu Shuhan paused, "Monk, let's go! Just ask Lao Liu to come over to accompany me, and suddenly I feel like I want to talk to him. ”

The monk slowly put down Yu Shuhan and asked him to lie as straight as possible, then he got up, folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, and turned around and went to the city lord's mansion.

Lao Liu was lighting the fourth lamp, and the monk walked over and patted Lao Liu on the shoulder, "Master Liu, Mr. Three called you over." ”

"You go, Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang and Mr. San, don't worry about you, I will go over after I finish lighting the lantern." Old Liu didn't reply, and said angrily.

"Master Liu, Mr. Three is probably ······ too"

"Go to you, even if the Island City Tower Courtyard is dead, you don't need to be overdone!"

The monk shook his head, "Mr. Three can surpass himself. ”

After saying this inexplicable sentence, he didn't pay attention to it anymore and walked straight to the city lord's mansion.

Lao Liu saw the monk enter the city lord's mansion, so he sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, and couldn't help but sobble and cry.

The monk finally crossed that threshold.

He thought that he was about to see the big array of sea and sky, and the gloom in his heart was swept away, even if he faintly heard the old cry, it only made him hesitate slightly as he walked more and more robustly.

Only once.

The blood on the top of his head had dried up, and the monk stroked it carefully as he walked.

The beads of the iron abacus did smash three rows of pits on it, three in each row, for a total of nine.

The monk wanted to work hard to recover, but suddenly it occurred to him that Aomori Sen's head was already bare and unsightly, and if these three rows of pits were scarred, they would be neatly arranged on the top of his head, and perhaps the top of his head would not be so monotonous.

Monks have always been casual, so they think so.

In doing so, the monk's heart became lighter.

The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion is not high, and even a little low. The monk walked up the stairs in three or two steps, and with a 'squeak', he pushed the door open.

The interior of the main hall presented to the monk's eyes was as bright as day, and the surrounding walls and gentle roofs were inlaid with countless pearls, each of which shimmered with bright white brilliance.

The floor of the main hall is gone.

Yes, there may have been, but now there is none, because the entire floor of the main hall is now the exit of a cave that goes down vertically.

The monk looked at it, and the vertical walls were also inlaid with pearls, and the bright light allowed the monk to see the bottom of the cave directly.

The sound of water splashing on the reef came out, and the bottom of the cave was really a surging wave and a craggy reef.

Could it be that the bottom of this cave is connected to the sea? No wonder that old guy from Nanqi wants to go underground to repair the formation. The monk suddenly thought of a possibility, so he jumped and couldn't wait to fall to the bottom of the cave.

Lao Liu cried for a while, got up, and groped to continue to light the lamp.

Today's lamp feels so hard to light up, far less comfortable than in the past.

Lao Liu pressed his anxiety, lit the street lamps one by one, threw down the fire jacket that he used to regard as a treasure, and staggered towards the middle of the square.

Yu Shuhan lay on the ground and watched the street lamps around him be lit one by one, and the warmth in his heart also piled up layer by layer.

Lao Liu finally walked up, knelt beside Shuhan, and asked hoarsely, "Mr. Three, are you okay?"

Yu Shuhan smiled, "Old man, I'm fine, I won't be able to die for a while." ”

"It's too cold on the ground, I'll carry you to the house!" Lao Liu didn't know what to say, and found that the bluestone slab was very cold, so he said worriedly.

"You're also old, do you have to move your back?"

"I can carry it on my back, in the early years of building the seawall, I picked up large pieces of stones on my back. ”

"Oh, then can you carry me more and carry me to the arrow tower?"

Lao Liu looked up at the towering arrow tower of the city lord's mansion, gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, it's just that the night is cold, and the wind is strong on the arrow tower." ”

"It's okay, I want to see this mountain and this city again. ”

Lao Liu didn't say a word, picked up Yu Shuhan and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion, his steps becoming more and more brisk.

The sea breeze blows and carries the smell of the sea.

Lying on the familiar recliner on the top floor of the Arrow Tower, Yu Shuhan took a deep breath, and his face finally became a little more lively.

"Lao Liu, run again and get something. ”

"Okay, Mr. Three, what to take?" Lao Liu panted, but did not complain at all.

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, food and drink, by the way, Mr. Fang also brought up, he is not much heavier than a brick now. ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

After a while, Lao Liu climbed up with two burdens.

"Mr. Three, where do you put Mr. Fang?"

"He's here, even if he's with me, it's the same wherever he goes, just lean on the edge of the pillar!"

"Mr. Fang is actually quite blessed. ”

"Yes, it's coming, but it's going to make him out of the limelight. Yu Shuhan smiled bitterly, "Okay, he is much more powerful than me." Lao Liu, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting. ”

Lao Liu competently took out the coffee table placed in front of the recliner from his baggage, picked up the ink and grinded it silently.

Yu Shuhan struggled to sit upright, gently picked up a small brush, smoothed out a wrinkle on the paper, and wrote.

'Demon Breaker Song Scholar of the Holy Hand'

'The Cangjiang River flows under the desolate mountain, and the blue wolf and goshawk compete for freedom.

The snow-covered stone path is covered by snow, and the sunset falls in Ningzhou.

The three armies rushed outside the atrium, and the two ghosts hung their blades.

On the day of the name of the Snow Devil's Nest, the Laoshan Mountain in the East China Sea will see autumn. '

The last stroke of the autumn character, Yu Shuhan, like Mr. Fang, went straight down and crossed the entire paper.

"Fang Jianqiu, Fang Jianqiu, I've been fighting for half my life, how about it?

"Lao Liu, take it. Put the wine and meat on the table, let's have a good drink and chat. ”

Lao Liu said in a low voice while cleaning up, "Mr. Three, drink with you, if you chat, I really won't!"

Yu Shuhan smiled, picked up a glass of wine that Lao Liu had poured and took a sip gently.

"Lao Liu, if I'm not mistaken, you've been in the mansion for forty-nine years, right?"

"Mr. Three remembers it accurately, it's been forty-nine years······"

"Haha, in fact, those altars of daughters are red ······"

"Mr. Three said with a smile······

"Asako said you ······"

"Hey, hey, hey······"

"Hehe······"

······

The morning breeze blows, and the smell of the sea is fresh and intoxicating.

The melodious song of fishing came from the ethereal in the distance, and the dawn peeked out from the ambiguous boundary between the sea and the sky.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yu Shuhan's mouth, and he closed his eyes in relief.

Just like every one of his decades of looking down on the mountains, the sea, and the city····· Dawn!