Tong Huaizu and Zhong Jueqian said that they entered the port, but they didn't notice it, and behind them, there was a little maid who stopped and listened for a moment before leaving.

The little maid wore a pine-colored Jianyang gauze gown, carried a small bamboo basket in her hand, and put some flowers and plants with dew, and walked through the noisy Panlou East Street, nicknamed "Ghost Market", day and night, and passed through the Wren City where the fence was everywhere. Go forward again, it is the Hele Building that is also ranked in the top among the seventy-two people in Bianliang, but below the Hele Building is the famous horse market, most of which are horse dealers from Hebei, Khotan and Khitan, but the little maid refuses to pass from there, and redirects the quiet path behind the Ma Dangjia soup shop.

Bypassing the pharmacies opened by the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital on the north side of Mahang Street, and avoiding a few official mansions, the little maid turned into a secluded alley on Mahang Street, stood in front of an elegant courtyard with a small green tile door, and walked in through the corner gate.

After passing through several courtyards, until they reached a small wooden building with quite ingenuity, the little maid carried a flower basket and walked up the stairs. The furnishings in the building are exquisite and rich, but there is not much partition, and there is no spaciousness.

The owner of the small building is sitting upstairs by the window, a bluestone painting case is placed on several volumes of Tang Dynasty law, the treasure inkstone is slightly with residual ink, and the sheep's hair rests horizontally on the azure brush.

A woman in her twenties sat in front of the painting, without a hairpin ring on her head, only loosely pulling up a crow's feather-colored hair, as if she was from a spring sleep and the residual wine had not disappeared.

Although it is only a silhouette, the natural clear, supple and graceful state is unconsciously revealed.

It was Master Li.

The little maid carrying the flower basket was standing behind her, and said crisply: "Lady, Yu Chu'er bought a basket of grass and flowers from the cross street, but do you want to decorate it for the lady?"

Master Li looked at the calligraphy on the painting case, and sighed lightly: "They are good to grow on the branches, but they were cut off, sold to people like me, kept in bottles, and lost and abandoned in a few days." It's better to drive alone in the mountains, with no one to enjoy, but it is a real creation. ”

Yu Chu'er hurriedly took a celadon bottle and poured water into it, but said: "These grass and flowers are the best to live, water them a little, and after a few days, they will bloom again, but don't worry about them." Lady, it's not that Yu Chu'er is too talkative, you should also take advantage of such good weather to go out for a walk. I was on the street today, and I heard people say that there was an old fairy who came to the city on a lotus leaf, so interesting!"

Master Li listened, but he was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said lightly: "Yu Chu'er, there is no need to tell me about the strange things that those Taoist priests outside. The woman in our courtyard is not a nobleman, but she can't afford another Mr. Lin, and she flatters me like a nobleman in the palace, what kind of jade concubine and heavenly concubine have descended to earth. ”

Speaking sarcastically about Lin Lingsu, who once flattered Concubine Liu as "the back of Concubine Jiuhua Yuzhen'an", Master Li suddenly turned his head and revealed a face that was naturally a little flattering in his beauty: "Go and talk to my mother, and after that, don't let the Taoist priest go around at my door, and it won't be close to the mouth of the alley!"

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The first and second grandmothers of the Great Song Dynasty were vigilant and self-guarding in the small building, and all kinds of people in Bianliang City were still sighing about the "Lotus Leaf Weng", no one cared, last night when the "Lotus Leaf Weng" stepped on the state bridge, the green lotus leaves that carried him straight into Bianliang drifted away with the leisurely water.

Under Bianliang City, sewers extend in all directions, and underground waterways made of bricks and stones connect the waterways of Bianhe, Cai River and Wuzhang River. The wide and deep underground waterways are intricately coiled, at least hundreds of miles long.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, for more than 100 years, I don't know how many outlaws have regarded this place as a happy land to escape from the pursuit of the government and harbor their comrades.

Therefore, this underground waterway, which is similar in scale to the general air-raid shelter of later generations, also has two names on the rivers and lakes: "Sanssouci Cave" and "Ghost Fan Tower".

The so-called "Sanssouci Cave" refers to the fact that once the thieves and villains escape into the intricate waterways under Bianliang City, they no longer have to worry about falling into the hands of officials.

And "Ghost Fan Tower" is better understood, this is the real underground world where the sun and the moon do not come, and the king's law does not come, and the glitz, Sven, atmosphere, and all kinds of beautiful things in Bianliang City do not exist here.

Few of the residents of Bianliang City are willing to enter these waterways, but in the few wine shops, there are still occasional nightmarish strange stories.

For example, the occasional scream from the entrance of the waterway, or the occasional rotting corpse floating on the Bianhe River.

Even Bao Zheng, a famous minister who once wanted to refresh the accumulated shortcomings under the rule of Kaifeng Mansion, was helpless about this ghost fan tower hidden underground.

In a very hidden corner of the underground waterway, the fine sesame oil is mixed with whey, lighting up hundreds of glazed lanterns, and the light shines on, revealing the smooth white marble on the four walls.

You can vaguely see a statue of the true god and Buddha appearing, with his hands folded, and he can't stop worshipping towards the center of the picture.

In the central ring of light, a white-robed Buddha sits under a treasure tree, with a solemn face, a Dharma seal in his hand, and a compassionate look at all beings in the world.

A masked, bareheaded figure, wearing a plain white robe, with a large piece of Yingluo that looks like a Buddha bead and a jewel hanging from his neck, his hands are folded, and his mouth softly sings a Sanskrit sound that purifies all sentient beings: "...... Wisdom and majesty, nectar bodhisattva, great mercy, forgive me all my sins. Listen to my confession and get out of hell. If so, I will be baptized with great compassion and liberation, and I will be washed away from the dust, and the twelve treasures will be crowned with silky clothes......"

Although this person was masked, her delicate and slender eyebrows and eyes, as well as her neck, which was as white as fat exposed outside her robe, and her ten fingers like the tips of tender bamboo shoots, all unmistakably demonstrated her status as a bhikshuni.

Between the masked female nuns singing, under hundreds of glass lanterns, I don't know how many people knelt down. Just looking at the appearance of these people, there are also ninth-rate pickpockets, liars, and deceptive charlatans in Bianliang City, as well as scoundrels who run rampant in places such as the East Water Gate and the South Xun Gate, and some are strong beggars.

Under the glazed lantern, these scum gathered from Bianliang City murmured reverently one by one.

Maybe it's because of the heart, under the light of the fire, I can't see that there is a good look.

At the moment when the female nun was singing, I don't know when, a woman in white walked to these people with a big belly and a thin neck, and a clean bottle with a beard. The girls looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and the older ones were no more than twenty, barefoot, with their soft, curvy toes, moving from side to side in front of the eyes of the men, making them unconsciously distract from their attention.

Some of them are bold, and they look upwards greedily, just enough to see the thin Shu Aya, which is almost difficult to hide the exquisite curves.

Shu Aya is known for being light and transparent, and the gauze clothes on these girls are completely perfunctory in terms of the covering function of the clothes.

A prefectural calligrapher who sold divination near the Ersheng Temple even stared at a girl between her legs, and chanted the words in her mouth: "Rolling cardamom in early February...... The ancients were honest and did not deceive ......"

Just when the turmoil in the hearts of this group of people gradually rose, as if it was difficult to suppress, the masked nun sang in a manly voice:

“...... There is no comparison in the world of wonderful colors, and the supernatural powers are manifested as such: or the subtle appearance of the current virgin and the five kinds of female demons, or the current virgin is dignified, and the five male demon forms are crazy-"

As if to make a note on her Sanskrit, a one-eyed man couldn't hold back at first, yelled, and pounced on the girl closest to him, tearing off the white silk gown on her body, revealing the delicate breasts on her chest.

The first word breaker turned even red, grabbed a girl's feet violently, put an old face on it, and licked it indiscriminately.

There were two hungry ghosts in the middle of the color taking the lead, and suddenly the men all over the ground left that little bit of reserve behind, and jumped up one by one, just rushing towards the girls around them.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly solemn Dharma altar dojo has become an uncovered assembly of flesh and skin, with a mountain on the side for a while, a peak for a while, some with a back upside down, some with a phoenix on the chest, a daughter sweating, a man breathing, accompanied by a low and high scream, humming, sighing, and murmuring, it is no longer a look!

The masked nun was not moved by such a spring-like hand-to-hand battle, but just sang again: "Men and women are infatuated with love, and Yu Si should wake up early when he is stupid." The flesh and blood of all living beings are demonic, get out of this cage and enter the light!"

In the midst of this Zen chanting, the girls who were still trying their best to flatter these rough men slammed their hands on the head of the person in front of them, and twisted them again!

The tips of the fingers pierced the skull, and the shattered bone fragments flew out along with the scattered brains, and the eyeballs and vitreous were reduced to pieces. What's more, he simply grabbed the opponent's back with his legs and twisted it violently, tearing the torso, exposing the internal organs and vertebrae.

Fang was still a beautiful spring love, but in the blink of an eye, it became a slaughterhouse full of blood and internal organs!

At this scene of killing that is difficult to look at, the masked nun still has a solemn expression and is extremely compassionate, and she makes a purdue voice: "The fairy and virgin are bright, and everything in Antai is really like sex." From then on, the cage body was freed, and the light returned to the hull of the law. ”

In the sound of her Sanskrit, a little light flew out from the mangled corpse, and then it was held in the palm of the hand by the naked daughters and sent into the mouth.

And at this moment, something seemed to be slowly winding under the dirty water outside the dojo.

It was a thick, thick darkness that filled the blood, the flesh, the guts, the bones, little by little, towards the shell that was now just a stinky sac.