In the miscellaneous woods on the side of the road, an old monk with a bare head came out, short and fat, about sixty or seventy years old, with a white beard floating to his chest, and it seemed that he had been developing horizontally for decades.

The monk was wearing a ginger robe, one on the left and one on the right, which was stained with a lot of grease.

The monk ran all the way in a panic, and he didn't bend to me.

The monk carried a large, tattered and old cloth bag on his back, and lay down behind him.

After a while, the monk ran up to my horse out of breath, foaming at the mouth and intermittently saying to me, "Ah... Full... Buddha, donor, something is wrong, that... That... Someone on the side has killed someone. ”

"No, no......" Someone was killed, and the monk corrected his statement.

I faced the topic of the monk and said lightly: "Master, how can there be?

The monk's head shook like a rattle, and he said seriously: "It's not good to kill." Isn't that?"

The monk pointed to the place where he had run over.

I deliberately pretended not to see something, saying, "No is nothing." ”

The monk said, "It's strange and strange, how can it not be?"

I said, "My Buddha has long seen through life and death, not to mention that the person who was killed should have ascended to Bliss early and occupied a place in heaven early, so he should celebrate." ”

The monk looked at me stupidly, touched his head, and said, "Donor, what you said seems to have some truth. ”

I continued to fool the monk and said, "It's not just reasonable, it's simply a wise saying, you should copy it down and recite it as a scripture." ”

The monk said seriously: "That's not necessarily, I have a very good memory." ”

I continued, "Master, have you seen the murderer clearly? I just came from there, why didn't I see it?"

I asked a few questions in a row, and the monk was confused. After a while, he came to his senses and said in a panic: "Donor, don't make fun of me, I don't know who the murderer is, the old man is sitting in the shade of the tree to enjoy the coolness, about to eat some fast, suddenly something flew over and smashed on me, I saw that the thing that smashed me was actually a human head, dripping with blood, hey, it's a pity, the guy who ate me didn't smash it, how is this good for me?"

After the monk finished speaking, his face was crying, and his two eyes were staring at me deadly.

I looked down and saw that there was no sign of murder on my body. Look at the monk again, his robe, his arms, there is blood everywhere.

I thought to myself that the head of the officer who had died should have flown over and hit him.

Seeing the monk's confused appearance, I deliberately teased him: "Master, you can go and buy a lottery ticket, this is called 'winning the jackpot'"

The monk looked at me in amazement and asked, "Donor, what are you talking about in the lottery ticket?

It dawned on me that I was in the dream world now.

So I avoided the topic of the lottery and said to the monk without asking: "Master, are you a thief shouting to catch a thief, and we have not seen the murderer?

"Hey, hey, don't blame good people, my monk is a bodhisattva, never speak, the monk pays attention to cherishing the lamp moth yarn lamp, how can the old man kill people?" The monk confessed himself anxiously.

I said, "Master, you are undoubtedly saying this without three hundred taels of silver here, and there are only two of us here, so does the master suspect that it is me?"

The monk looked me up and down carefully for a while, shook his head and said, "Looking at the appearance of the donor, he is definitely not a villain, not to mention that you are polite and polite, how can you not look like a master who kills fierce gods and evil spirits, how can you kill such a person?

I pretended to groan for a while, and said to the monk: "The master is really a good eye, you have already determined that it is not me, then it is naturally you." Why don't you report it to the police and try it?"

The monk patted his bald head and said, "What you said seems to make some sense, is it really me who killed the person?" ”

I said, "Did you just take a dip in the shade of a tree, did you doze off?"

The monk said, "Yes, how do you know this? What about dozing off?"

I said, "Master, do you know sleepwalking?"

The monk replied honestly: "I know!"

I grinned, "That's the end of it, you killed that man." ”

"You, you.... You say I killed it while sleepwalking?" the monk detoured this time.

I shook my head and said, "Yes, yes." ”

The monk said, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye"

I smiled disapplausively, and said to the monk: "Master, whether that person was killed by you, let's put it on a show, but you are right in front of me, and you have really broken the killing ring." ”

The monk's eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously, disbelieving himself.

I said, "Master, you have broken the killing ring again, the place where you are standing is an ant nest, and you have trampled a lot of ants to death with your two feet, don't believe yourself." ”

The monk hurriedly raised one foot, only to see that there were several ant corpses under his feet.

Regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, the monk sat down anxiously, and raised the other foot, there were also several ants on that foot, one of which was stuck in the sole of the shoe, still struggling.

I laughed again, "Master, you can hurt them, look at your ass again, I'm afraid you'll die more." ”

When the monk heard this, he jumped as high as he was, and nagged in his mouth: "Oh, it's not good, it's not good, it's a sin, it's a sin, it......'s a sin, it's a sin."

The monk patted his buttocks, then stood still, and the monk bent down to chant the sutra to the ants on the ground.

It is not known whether he recited the Sutra of Amitayus or the Sutra of Merit of the Bodhisattva of the Bodhisattva of the Earth.

I didn't wait for the monk to finish reciting, so I interrupted him and said to him: "Master, I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you. ”

I finished clamping my legs and patting my hand on the horse.

The horse was a good horse, and he raised four kicks and went away.

I heard the monk exclaim in the back: "Don't go, don't go, my monk still has something important to look for you, don't leave me alone." ”

I turned my head and shouted to the monk, "886 you." ”

I rode my horse and whipped away.

The monk stood there dumbfounded, staring at me with blank eyes, but the horse didn't care about this, and threw him far away in an instant.

I vaguely heard the Hun monk, crazy and screaming in the back, so funny that I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

I put aside the matter of the pocket monk for a moment, discerned the next direction, and drove the horse north. I didn't know when I would be able to reach Mount Tai, and I didn't know how to see the thunder.

I went all the way north, non-stop, although it was the golden autumn season, but it was full of desolation.

From time to time on the road, I encountered groups of people fleeing famine and famine, and when I saw me riding a tall horse, I knew that it was either rich or expensive, and it was not easy to provoke, so I avoided it from a distance.

Near noon, my mouth was parched, my stomach was grunting with hunger, and the steed slowed down.

I stroked the horse's sweaty mane and said, "Horse, I've worked hard for you today, you hurry up, and when we find a good place, I'll find some good feed to treat you." ”

It's just that there is no shadow of a post inn on the side of the road, and I am secretly anxious.

After wandering leisurely, the horse walked for another half hour, and when I looked up, I saw a village in the distance, which came into my eyes.

My heart rejoiced, and I rode away.

The horse, too, seemed to know my intentions, and cheered up and ran towards the village.