When Nian'an came down from Qingyang Mountain, the sky had completely opened, and the merchants on the South Street got up early, and they were picking up the black ash sticking to the outside of their shop with chicken feather blankets in twos and threes.

The boy held the green stone in the black package tightly in his arms and walked along the south of the city towards home.

When I was about to reach the mouth of the ancient Wutong Alley, the road surface became narrower, but the people in front of me gradually increased, and the ancient well was surrounded by circles and circles.

It just so happened that Nian An walked a few steps and happened to meet the junior second in the layman building, who was always one step higher than himself, and was tiptoeing with an old woman to compete for a position in the front row of the ancient well.

The boy wanted to go over and say hello to Xiao Er. The old woman took the opportunity to take the lead and squeezed the second child of the layman building.

Xiao Er sighed with regret and spread his hands towards the old woman.

Looking back, it was Nian'an, and in front of so many people, he took a step back in principle, but when he thought that he had asked the boy for something recently, Xiao Er squeezed out a little smile and still came closer.

"Nian'an, do you know about the ancient well swallowing people under the sycamore in the past two months?"

The young man rubbed his nose and said, "I've probably heard of it, the government said that the moss in front of the pool on a rainy day is very slippery, so children should not approach." ”

The little second turned his eyes from side to side, covered his mouth with one hand and approached the young man, pretending to be mysterious: "This is not as clear as I know, go over and take a look, something happened again today." ”

The young man nodded, slightly let go of the crowd in front of him, found a gap and walked inside, only to see that the nearest place near the ancient well had been surrounded by the officials with bamboo poles, and an old woman was leading a young woman with red eyes to complain to the servants about what had happened to her, and the woman was also crying on the side.

"Well, it's a pity that I was swallowed by the well at a young age. Xiao Er sighed.

Nian An saw that the old woman had lost her child and the woman had lost her husband, and his heart was also scratched, and he quickly raised the corners of his mouth with a sad face.

The little second didn't look at Nian'an, hugged his arms and continued: "If you count the four people in the previous month, this is already the fifth, the first four times were all children's heads, and everyone didn't pay much attention to it, but this time he was a strong man in his early twenties, so he couldn't say that it was gone."

"If you want me to say, the government is bluffing. This well water is connected to the Wei River, and it must be something unclean that has been inhabited in the past few days during the Qingming Festival, and someone has to come to see it. ”

As if to cater to the words of this little er, there was a "hiss" gasp in the crowd.

The junior of the layman building looked in the direction of the sound and froze in place.

Next to the plane tree, at the mouth of Yongning Lane, I don't know when, a monk with a hat is standing in the sun with his right hand and saluting, with a peaceful and happy face.

A one-piece pale red sea green, blooming into a red lotus in the south wind, but it is not as dazzling as that.

Everything is just the right way.

The monk's eyelids jumped slowly, as if he was thinking about something, and his left hand tapped gently on the ground with a regular pace.

Everyone in the audience suddenly said, this is Qubai, in the north of the Great Xia Dynasty, there is still a Taoist chief living in this city.

Most people in the Xia Dynasty today can remember that only one of the two religions of Taoism and Buddhism can be converted in their lives, and the north of the Great Xia Dynasty has always been open to the Taoist Gate, and most of the 484 Taoist temples in the world are located in the north of the Xia Dynasty.

In terms of Qiuqiu's simple view of right and wrong, it is probably that you have memorized a basket of books, walked into the Qinglou and ordered a cup of fragrant tea.

Although the crowd was talking, they were curious to separate and make way for the monk.

The red-clothed monk bowed slightly, took off the straw sandals on his feet and hung them on the Zen staff, and walked through the flow of people step by step.

Nian An subconsciously pinched the corners of his clothes to see the red lotus bloom under the ancient sycamore.

The monk raised his head to look at the sycamore tree in front of him, which seemed to hold up a canopy, and hugged the sycamore tree with both hands, his throat trembling slightly, but he did not make a sound.

The surrounding people saw that the monk was solemn and solemn, and they all stopped talking.

The red-clothed monk stood quietly in the field, and after holding the sycamore for a moment, he let go of his hand and walked to the ancient well, but this time his expression was more solemn, tenacious and compassionate, and he also took off the hat on his head.

A copy of the "Earth-flowing Bodhisattva Wish Merit Sutra" was held in his hand and stood in place and rolled in his throat.

But this time, he still didn't say anything.

"This monk must be dumb, is he?

The monk seemed to be overstepping something, and the same page turned back and forth three times in a row before it ended. Under the sycamore leaves, he folded his palms and bowed three times, one to the sycamore, two to the ancient well, and three to the crowd in the field.

After three prostrations, the red-robed monk closed his eyes, put his shoes and Zen staff beside him, and sat down cross-legged in front of the man-eating ancient well.

"Tsk, I'll just say that this ancient well is strange, and there is a moral monk here to guard it. Xiao Er of the Jushi Building muttered to himself very proudly, which attracted everyone around him to look over, so Xiao Er raised his chest higher.

Nian An looked at the wordless monk with a happy face, but there were many subtle voices in his heart like small insects gnawing at his heart.

Could it be the struggle between Buddhism and Taoism that everyone in the world has known for the past 200 years? Even he, a mud-legged boy who doesn't care about the world, has also heard a few stories about those twists and turns.

However, in the golden river of time, which seems to have no end, the competition between Buddhism and Taoism is only a grain in the ocean.

Not to mention talking about those more ancient places that are brilliant and can't even be seen for a hundred years.

Mother Chen Nankui once mentioned a story or two to the boy, but the boy was still young at that time, and he probably couldn't remember anything.

But even though he was still young at that time, he was able to flow from the sun, the breeze, and the water just by saying the names of those "unknown places" from his mother's mouth...... Feel the indescribable weight that seems to transcend time and space.

He tried to recall the names.

But it's just because of the thought that makes my hands and feet stiff.

A burst of fire was boiling, and a gust of ice wind was cool.

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"Nian'an, Nian'an!" The young man shook his head, turned his head and looked, the stiff thought didn't know how long it lasted, there were a lot fewer people at the entrance of Yongning Alley, and the layman Xiao Er on the side was waving vigorously with his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ouch...... What a freak...... Why can't you just stand there and move your steps? ”

The layman Xiao Er sighed impatiently: "Let's go, everyone is astigmatized." ”

"The monk had been sitting motionless by the well for half an hour. Of course, you too. ”

"I slipped away, and I have to go to work in the afternoon. The layman Xiao Er said and looked at the package in Nian'an's hand, shook his head and left.

The boy turned his head to look at the red-robed monk who was still sitting cross-legged in front of the well.

A golden bird is landing on the monk's shoulder, "chirping." ”

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It was already late for Nian An to walk back to the house after processing the trough water from the north of the city, and it was dark early in the northwest, and it was the shortest summer night in June, and it was almost impossible to see the five fingers at this time.

Under the lights in the north of the city, there are occasionally people shuttling in front of the house, whispering softly: "I heard that the dumb monk in Yongning Lane is still sitting motionless in front of the well at this time." ”

"What are you worried about, what you're worried about should be the Taoist on the Qingyang Temple. ”

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The girl puffed out her mouth, and was so upset that she pulled the bellflower in her hand, which had only two petals of flower bones left.

The young man pushed open the door and saw Qiuqiu sitting on a recliner in his yard with flowers and looking at the moon in the sky. Although she was sitting, the girl was very careful, and she still used some strength on both feet.

She knew that the man was precious about the chair.

She also cherishes, after all, this is Chen Niang's.

The hyacinths hanging in the yard shook, Qiuqiu cut her hair, and quickly stood up.

The boy looked at the girl and was stunned, thinking that she had something on her mind.

Coincidentally, the girl looked at the boy, and she was thinking the same thing.