One tall and one short, two red-clothed monks pressed the wind and sparse bamboo and the phase master, pushing and shoving all the way up Luotian Mountain, starting from the near mountain gate, they saw many laborers who chiseled stones to build roads and carry timber, as well as the red-clothed monks who stood aside with a long whip and supervised the workers, all of them seemed to be fierce and evil.

The slightest slackness of the laborers was flogged, ranging from a slap to the point of a fainting.

Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly, clenched his fists, and felt compassion, but he didn't know the mystery in Luotian Mountain at this time, and he knew that if he couldn't bear it, he would make a big plan.

When the old man saw this scene, he was already so frightened that his soul was not possessed, his body was like a sifting chaff, and he staggered when he walked, and any whip or a slightly louder sound would make his heart tremble, and his whole body trembled, as if it hit him.

Suddenly, I heard a noisy voice, and I saw several laborers put down their work and quickly ran over to surround an old man, pinching and wiping his chest. The old man lay on the ground with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, the red-clothed monk who was overseeing the work on the side shouted: "Go back to work!" As he spoke, he had already whipped a whip in his hand, hitting the mountain rock beside everyone, until the sparks sparked, leaving a gray-white whip mark on the bluestone.

When everyone saw this, they were so frightened that they ran back to work, leaving only a young laborer still supporting the old man, with an angry but helpless expression, and begged: "Buddha, my father is overworked and fainted, please beg the Buddha to be good, let him go home, I can do the work of two people." ”

When the red-clothed monk heard this, his eyebrows straightened, and his eyes were round and he said angrily: "Dare to negotiate terms with the Buddha, you are tired of living!" ”

When the two laborers heard this, they nodded hurriedly, trotted over, and bowed down to carry the old man.

At this time, Feng Shuzhu found that as soon as all the surrounding laborers heard about the "Rebirth Palace", they all showed fear, and some muttered: "It's better to be made into a slave again, it's better to die." ”

When the young man who claimed to be the son of the old man heard this, his expression was horrified, as if he had seen something terrible, Huo Ran stood up, raised the iron pickaxe in his hand, and shouted loudly with tears in his eyes: "You group of man-eating demons, don't touch my father, I will fight with you." ”

When the red-clothed monk saw it, he laughed out loud, laughing arrogantly and proudly, and then his face sank, and he said, "I can't help myself." After saying that, he waved his hand and whipped it.

With a "snap", he knocked off the iron pickaxe in the young man's hand, and the whip was not withdrawn slightly, but rolled up again, wrapping around the young man's neck.

The young man was suddenly strangled and his veins burst out, but after all, the young man was vigorous, gritted his teeth and raised his hands to grab the leather whip, trying to snatch the leather whip from the hand of the red-clothed monk.

The red-clothed monk then laughed again, held the whip in one hand, and as soon as he fought hard, he pulled the young man to the ground, followed by a flick of his wrist, withdrew the leather whip, and then saw that the young man was lying on the ground, losing the strength to resist.

The red-clothed monk, the overseer, swept his eyes and shouted to the two people pulling the cart, "Go and carry that old man to the Hall of Rebirth." ”

When the two men heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly went over and picked up the old sticky man, put him on the cart, pushed him up, and walked quickly towards the mountain.

Seeing this, the tall red-clothed monk who was holding down the wind and bamboo stepped forward with a smile on his face, and said to the overseer monk: "Senior brother is so brave, the second master really didn't choose the wrong person." ”

When the overseer monk heard this, he turned around, raised his eyes and said, "You have caught someone again, so it is better to stay here and use it with my senior brother." ”

When the tall red-clothed monk heard this, he hurriedly said: "I hope that the senior brother will forgive me, the second master wants to make a portrait, and specially ordered the two of us to go down the mountain to catch the person who can paint Danqing. ”

When the overseer monk heard this, his eyes showed disdain, he glanced at Feng Shuzhu and the others, and waved his big hand: "Okay, you can take them to see the master first." ”

When the tall red-clothed monk heard this, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Meng is accommodating, then we will go up." ”

The red-clothed monk, the overseer, also ignored it, but turned around and waved his hand to signal to hurry away.

The tall red-clothed monk didn't say much, so he continued to press the wind and Shuzhu and the two walked forward.

After the mountain gate, the wind and bamboo can be seen clearly, in contrast to the temple is a big construction, ten steps a hall, five steps a pavilion, faintly feel that the scale is much grander than the empty temple of the mountain outside the country. Take a closer look at the laborers in the temple are mostly carpenters and stonemasons, coming and going, busy carving and carving, and the supervising monks are also holding long whips, although they are also shouting and scolding, but more often they are holding drawings to verify the finished product.

Feng Shuzhu and a few people continued to walk forward from the passage on the right, and suddenly heard a shout in front of them: "Really find someone to paint, haha." "The sound is like a bell, and it is deafening. When I raised my eyes, I saw that it was a tall monk with arhat eyebrows, a beard and a thick body, holding a heavy crescent shovel in his hand, which seemed to weigh hundreds of pounds, standing in front and talking loudly.

When the tall red-clothed monk heard this, he hurriedly trotted forward, and arched his hand with a smile on his face: "The second is in charge, the small patrol mountain, when I meet these two people, I will ask Danqing to paint, and I will take them back to the mountain to serve your old man." ”

The second master glanced at Feng Shuzhu and the two, and nodded without looking closely, but inadvertently found that the tall red-clothed monk was wearing colors, his eyes were surprised, and he pointed to the injury and said, "...... are you?"

When the tall red-clothed monk heard this, he rolled his eyes, and then he said how he fought the runner with great courage and bravery.

After listening to this, the two masters closed their eyes slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think this matter is necessarily so simple, you follow me to see the eldest brother." After speaking, he raised his big hand again, pointed to the short red-clothed monk and said, "You press the two of them to go to the backyard, prepare to paint things, and invite me to see me tomorrow." ”

The short red-clothed monk seemed to be very afraid, and hurriedly claimed that it was, and without daring to stop for a moment, he pressed the two to continue walking backwards.

The backyard is quite quiet, and a row of single-story huts built against the hill seems to be a kitchen and firewood room.

When he got closer, the short red-clothed monk said to Feng Shuzhu and the others: "Count your luck, the second master has to make a portrait, so you don't have to be a laborer, you just wait here for the summons." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he pretended to be ignorant, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the Buddha, who do these two masters want to make portraits?"

The short red-clothed monk glanced at Feng Shuzhu, shook his head and said: "Naturally, we are the three masters of the painting, not only to paint the three Buddhas together, but also to paint five hundred protectors." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he hesitated for a moment and said: "This painting of the three masters is really important, but Xiao Sheng doesn't know, how to explain these five hundred protectors." ”

The short red-clothed monk rolled his eyes strangely, and said angrily: "It's all our senior brothers." ”

Feng Shuzhu was startled and said, "There are five hundred brothers in the Buddha's room?"

The short red-clothed monk glanced at Feng Shuzhu and said, "At present, there are only a hundred people, but it will gradually increase, and you can paint here with peace of mind for the rest of your life." He burst out laughing.

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly when he heard this, saw the short red-clothed monk's neck raised, and then said: "Buddha, I still have important things to do, so you two will obediently wait here for the summons." After speaking, he turned around to leave, but immediately stopped again, glanced up and down the two of them, and whispered: "The temple is not as good as the mountain, you two must not move around at will, otherwise you will cause murder, and the Buddha is not to blame for not reminding him." ”

Feng Shuzhu and Xiangshi were afraid when they heard this, and nodded their heads again and again.

When the short red-clothed monk saw it, he seemed to be relieved, snorted disdainfully, and turned to leave.

After Feng Shuzhu saw the short red-clothed monk leave, he turned around, but saw the old man with his eyes closed, holding a bamboo stick and shaking, and still chanting words in his mouth. After a while, a spirit sign fell out, and the old man hurriedly leaned over to pick it up and chanted:

Now I remember that when his luck was sluggish, his brothers turned against each other.

After the return of the green snail, the moon is full of bamboo and gold.

When he read "Jin Manting", he smiled and handed it to Feng Shuzhu with a spiritual sign: "The old man said that there is a lot of wealth to be obtained here, and now the ancestor spirit sign is guiding again, it seems that this time it is going to be lucky." After saying that, he closed his eyes and looked into the sky and prayed.

Feng Shuzhu glanced at the spirit lottery, and said with a smile on his face: "I don't know what sect the old man is, and who gave this spirit lot?"

The phase master didn't seem to hear it, he still closed his eyes and muttered something in the air, and only slowly opened his eyes later, looked at Feng Shuzhu and said: "You are really lonely and unheard of, and you can't hide it. After speaking, he stroked his long beard, and he was satisfied.

Feng Shuzhu felt funny in his heart, but still said respectfully: "It turned out to be an old man of Yi Dingjia, and he was born to see the ceremony." ”

The phase master was smug and proud, quite a little arrogant, and waved his hand and said: "No courtesy, no courtesy." After that, he glanced at Feng Shuzhu again, as if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes rolled and said: "The old man is extremely fierce here, and the son is in a dangerous place, why not let the old man count a hexagram for you, so as to avoid the evil." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly and said, "Then there is Uncle Lao." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, it was difficult to hide the joy in his heart, so he pretended to look at Feng Shuzhu for a moment, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers and calculated, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Childe has a disaster here," he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Shuzhu, and saw that the other party had no expression, and continued: "Why don't you write down the eight characters of Gongzi, and the old man will calculate it carefully for you, how about it?"

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly, silently, and wrote on the paper with a pen, and after writing, he folded the paper slightly and handed it over with the brush.

Yi Dingjia was about to open it to see, when he heard someone behind him shouting: "What are you two doing here, it's time to eat, come with the Buddha and me quickly." ”

The two turned around to make a sound, and saw that it was a short red-clothed monk standing outside the temple gate with a calm face and shouting, Yi Dingjia hurriedly put away the note and said in a low voice: "Hurry, hurry, it's calling us." Then he hurried over.

The two followed behind the short red-clothed monk, walked through the corridor pavilion to an unfinished hall, and the short-clothed red-clothed monk raised his hand and pointed and said: "This hall is the Fuhu Hall of the second master, and the two of you will come here to eat in the future, and after eating, go to the front hall to find the Buddha, and the Buddha has something to ask." ”

The two of them said yes again and again, and after speaking, the short red-clothed monk rolled his strange eyes, glanced at the two of them, and turned around and went to the front hall.

Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia came to the Fuhu Palace, and saw a strong man with a face of meat, dressed in shorts and shorts and distributing dishes and chopsticks to the laborers. Without waiting for the two to answer, they added, "The newcomer is not allowed to eat until everyone has finished eating!"

Hearing this, Yi Dingjia looked indignant and wanted to step forward to theorize, but was pulled off by Feng Shuzhu, signaling not to do much, and then turned his head to see the strong man's eyebrows raised, his eyes glared, as if he was vicious, so he was dumbfounded, and stood aside with Feng Shuzhu to wait.

The strong man pursed his mouth, looked at Yi Dingjia with a look of contempt, and saw that he was so interested, so he continued to cook for the people behind.

Feng Shuzhu stood aside and paid attention, most of the people who dined in this Fuhu Hall were carpenters, about twenty or so, all of them found a place to sit after cooking, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate silently, no one spoke, everyone was tired.

Before everyone finished eating, a red-clothed monk who was a supervisor came from outside the hall, stood at the door, flicked his whip, and hit the bluestone ground with a "snap", and hissed and shouted: "Go to work!"

When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to say more, and they didn't even dare to take a second look, so they got up and silently returned the dishes and chopsticks, dragged their tired bodies, and began to work again.

Yi Dingjia saw that everyone had finished eating, so he walked over to ask the strong man for dishes and chopsticks, who knew that the strong man's eyes were glaring, pointing to the rice bucket and saying: "Are you old and confused, or blind, you don't see that there is no food." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he rubbed his eyes, stretched his neck forward, and also pointed to the rice bucket and said, "There are obviously many meals here!"

The strong man grabbed Yi Dingjia's shirt in the last period, and said viciously: "Lao Tzu said that if there is no, there will be no food, and you will not eat your fist." As he spoke, he raised his punching bag-sized fist and shook it.

Frightened, Yi Dingjia quickly closed his eyes and looked like he was waiting to die.

At this time, I saw a red-clothed monk walk into the hall and shouted at the two: "What are you making noise, hurry up and get to work." ”

When the strong man heard this, he immediately let go of Yi Dingjia, and said with a smile on his face: "Buddha, this old man is new, and he has come to beg for food without working." ”

The red-clothed monk glanced at Yi Dingjia and said, "If you don't work, you are not allowed to eat, hurry up and go to work, otherwise the Buddha whip will not recognize people." As he spoke, he shook the long whip in his hand, and it hit the ground at Yi Dingjia's feet with a "snap", leaving a blue-white whip mark.

Yi Dingjia trembled with fright, and stood there motionless and did not dare to move, as if he was nailed.

At this time, I heard a voice from outside the hall: "Why don't you two come to the front hall to look for me, what are you making noise here?"

Everyone turned around and saw that it was a short red-clothed monk, who was talking and walked into the Fuhu Palace.

Yi Dingjia hurriedly stepped forward as if he had seen a savior, and said, "The Buddha doesn't know, this reckless man doesn't eat with the two of us, and urges the two of us to go to work." ”

When the short red-clothed monk heard this, he rolled his strange eyes, glanced at the strong man, and said to Yi Dingjia: "What kind of work do you do? With that, he turned around and left.

When the strong man heard this, he had a frightened expression on his face, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked at the red-clothed monk who was overseer, and he was at a loss.

The red-clothed monk, the overseer, glared at him angrily, and said angrily: "What do you see, why don't you hurry up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks!" After speaking, he ignored others and walked out.

Yi Dingjia glanced at the strong man, snorted, and chased the short red-clothed monk with the wind.

When they arrived at the front hall, the short red-clothed monk glanced at the two of them and said arrogantly: "You two can both paint in Danqing?"

Feng Shuzhu nodded yes, but Yi Dingjia blinked, as if he hadn't heard it, and was silent.

The short red-clothed monk noticed something was wrong, walked over, and asked Yi Dingjia again, "What about you?" ”

When Yi Dingjia heard the voice, he hesitated for a long time, and Fang said in a low voice: "Old decay, old decay used to paint many years ago, but ...... He is ...... "It's hard to hear the back.

The short red-clothed monk rolled his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it seems that you don't know how to paint, so you don't need to say more, go to work." ”

Hearing this, Yi Dingjia's face turned pale with fright, his lips trembled, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

The short red-clothed monk was about to say something more, only to listen to the wind Shuzhu on the side and say: "Tell the Buddha, although this old man is unfamiliar with painting, but Xiaosheng has seen his words, but there is a pen to walk the artistic conception of the dragon and snake, this painting also needs inscriptions, moreover, when painting, someone also needs to grind the ingredients, and the rough man can't do it." ”

When the short red-clothed monk heard this, he rolled his strange eyes, looked at Yi Dingjia again, and said in a strange voice: "You can write?"

Yi Dingjia was relieved at this time, and seemed to have a little confidence in speaking, and said busily: "Yes, yes." ”

The short red-clothed monk pondered for a moment and said, "Just in case, Lord Buddha, I will order you two to make a portrait of me now." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at it, only to see that the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the bookcase in the hall were all available, and he carefully observed the expressions of the two.

Feng Shuzhu didn't speak, but walked over with a calm face, and Yi Dingjia also followed with his hands down.

Feng Shuzhu spread out the rice paper, ordered Yi Dingjia to stand aside and study the ink, held the pen and looked up at the short red-clothed monk, and after a while, rolled up the sleeved robe, bent down, frowned slightly, the tip of the pen gently fell on the paper, and began to concentrate on painting.

The short red-clothed monk was puzzled, and stood in the distance and stretched his neck and opened his mouth wide to look inside, just because he found that Feng Shuzhu had only looked at him for a moment, and then he didn't raise his eyes.

I saw Feng Shuzhu draw a few more strokes on the rice paper, picked up the tea bowl on the bookcase, took a sip of tea, sprayed the painting, straightened up and watched for a while, nodded slightly, as if extremely satisfied, and Yi Dingjia on the side had already forgotten the ink in surprise, and looked stunned.

Seeing this, the short red-clothed monk couldn't pretend anymore, he looked impatient, walked forward quickly, and said in a weird manner: "Buddha, I ...... it", before he finished speaking, his eyes had become stunned, and he couldn't move away from the painting.

But seeing on the rice paper, he was dressed in a big red monk's robe, with an open chest, a fire cloud on his head, his eyes were round and like angry King Kong, holding a scimitar and a cold mangsen, stepping on the red lotus of hell, and getting rid of an evil god who came to the world, not only the appearance was painted vividly, but this majestic and abnormal demeanor was a few jumps on the paper, so that the short monk couldn't put it down, such as immersive, fluttering and forgetful.

After a while, the short red-clothed monk came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to pick up the painting, and enjoyed it for a long time, applauding again and again, and Feng Shuzhu smiled on the side, silent.

"I'll show it to the second master, and you two will go back to the firewood room in the backyard first, and wait for me to summon you." The short monk was overjoyed, and seemed to have forgotten to call himself "Buddha", and after speaking, he rolled up the painting and walked out quickly.

Seeing the back of the short red-clothed monk in the distance, Yi Dingjia sighed deeply, relieved, and said to Feng Shuzhu: "Thank you for your kind words today, the old man can live a life for the time being." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly and said: "The old man is serious, some trivial things, how to thank you." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, his eyes were full of admiration, and he said: "The son is generous and thin, he is really a gentleman, he will be blessed one day, and he will be the champion in high school." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled heartily, looked at the outside of the hall and said, "Uncle, it's not early, why don't we go back to the backyard together to avoid trouble." ”

Yi Dingjia nodded slightly, the two put away the pen and ink, and walked back to the firewood room in the backyard together.

It turned out that this backyard was two firewood houses and three kitchens, although they had been built, but for unknown reasons, they were still not used. Na Yi Dingjia said that he was snoring like thunder when he was asleep, and he was afraid that the noise would be so noisy that Feng Shuzhu proposed that the two sleep in two separate firewood rooms without interfering with each other, and Feng Shuzhu nodded and agreed.

Yi Dingjia chose the outermost firewood room, and after saying goodbye to Feng Shuzhu, he hurried into the house, turned around and looked out the window, and saw that no one followed, Fang took out a small compass from his pocket, if you look carefully, this small compass is slightly different from the ordinary compass, that is, there is no pointer in the plate, but an eye is carved.

I saw Yi Dingjia sitting cross-legged on the compass, closing his eyes, and chanting words in his mouth. After a while, the eyes in the compass actually floated, one by one, extremely weird, through that eye can vaguely see a large hall, outside there are more than a dozen red-clothed monks holding the open fire, walking back and forth, it seems to be extremely secret.

Seeing this, Yi Dingjia smiled slightly, closed the compass, looked at the sky outside the window, calmed down, but was not in a hurry, as if waiting for dark.

Yi Dingjia inadvertently touched a piece of folded paper in the cuff, and remembered the eight characters written by Feng Shuzhu, so he curiously took it out and opened it to take a look, only to see that the words "not suitable for going out" were written on it. A sense of déjà vu arose, Yi Dingjia frowned and recalled for a moment, suddenly remembered the scene when Shimen Town fell into the water many days ago, and then grew his mouth, looking like he suddenly realized, but looked down at the compass in his hand, and frowned and thought for a moment, as if he was undecided, and at this time he saw that the night had fallen outside the window, he rolled his eyes, and finally put away the compass and tiptoed out of the door.

Yi Dingjia observed the situation outside, saw that there was no movement, and came to the eaves where Feng Shuzhu lived next door, squatted down, licked his fingers, gently pierced the window paper, and looked inside, but saw that Feng Shuzhu closed his eyes and recuperated, nothing unusual, so he nodded, and tiptoed over again, walking in the direction of Fuhu Palace, and Feng Shuzhu in the house also slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, nodded, and disappeared in a flash.

Outside the Fuhu Palace, Yi Dingjia bent over and stood on tiptoe before he could take a few steps before he heard a voice behind him: "Who is here, sneaky." ”。

Yi Dingjia was shocked, and turned his head to see that it was the red-clothed monk who was the overseer of the Fuhu Hall during the day, holding a torch in one hand and a scimitar in the other, looking at him angrily.

Yi Dingjia was stunned for a moment, then greeted him with a smile, and stepped forward and said: "Yo, it turned out to be the Buddha, the old man was invited by the Buddha to paint for the second master." As he spoke, he gestured to the height of the shorter monk.

When the red-clothed monk heard this, he took a few steps closer, raised the torch, shone Yi Dingjia's face, recognized it for a moment, and said, "It turned out to be you, you were not in the firewood room late at night, what did you do when you came out?"

Yi Dingjia looked serious and said: "The Buddha doesn't know, the second master will paint tomorrow, and he will prepare the ingredients and grind them overnight." ”

The red-clothed monk looked Yi Dingjia up and down, and said suspiciously: "Is this true?"

Yi Dingjia arched his hand and said with a smile: "The Buddha said that he was joking, how dare the old man deceive you." ”

When the red-clothed monk heard this, he pouted and said, "Forgive me and don't dare, let's go over." As he spoke, he raised his hand and motioned for Yi Dingjia to go to the front hall.

Yi Dingjia said a few more respectful words, turned around and deliberately walked out of the window of the Fuhu Palace, listening carefully all the way, the snoring in the hall was like thunder, and the craftsmen who should have worked during the day were resting.

After walking a few steps from the Fuhu Palace, I suddenly thought: These laborers do not work at night, and the reason is that most of the Fuhu Palaces are wooden structures, and they are afraid of going out of the fire. Thinking of this, Yi Dingjia's eyes seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and he suddenly thought about it.