Pingjiang Mansion (Suzhou, Jiangsu) has been burned and plundered by the Jin soldiers several times, destroyed in Jianyan four years, Emperor Gaozong Zhao of Shaoxing in the early years planned to move the capital to Pingjiang Mansion, and later set the capital of Lin'an Mansion, but this Pingjiang Mansion is built according to the capital, the outer city river is forty zhang wide, there are five city gates, there is a mountain village more than 30 miles outside the Qi Gate, because the village head has a boulder that resembles a buffalo and gets its name.

At the beginning of the year, the village of Woniu has long been silent, only the biting chill with the cold wind hit, the almost extinguished charcoal fire in the house still has residual temperature, the young man wrapped in cotton clothes gathered next to the dim oil lamp, holding the yellowed and worn-out books, on the night of the Spring Festival, he still read the "Shangshu", just for him to be able to name the gold list, drink the Qionglin banquet, and glorify the ancestors!

"Xianggong, it's already the end of the day......"

The gentle and soft voice sounded from the house, and the woman on the bed was beautiful and dignified, lifted the shabby bedding and stepped out of bed, and under the dim candlelight, the hair beside her ears was extremely charming, and she called softly: "Tomorrow I have to visit relatives and friends, so rest early." ”

"Three watches, five watches...... Well, let's rest early. ”

Lu Zhicai's emotional poem is still unfinished, but it is from Yan Zhenqing's "Persuasion Poems", after the release test, it is the provincial test of the Ministry of Rites, how can thousands of troops take the single-plank bridge lightly, but the words of the lady's persuasion can not be ignored, so she can only put down the "Shangshu" in her hand, get up and blow out the oil lamp, and take the lady to the bed in the dark.

There was still residual warmth in the shabby futon, but the cold body subconsciously curled up on one side, not daring to touch the smooth delicate body, perhaps because the body was cold, or maybe it was unwilling to blaspheme......

"Xianggong, tomorrow I have to visit relatives and friends, but how can I be empty-handed?"

Liu Xiuer snuggled up to her husband Lu Zhicai in the futon, and said lonely: "The rice jar at home has bottomed out again, and there is not much salt......

"Lady, I'll go to Lingyan Mountain tomorrow!"

Woniu Village is adjacent to Lingyan Mountain, dozens of families mostly hunt for a living, the Song and Jin countries are fighting endlessly, Lu Zhicai's father and eldest brother have died on the battlefield, in order to continue the incense of the Lu family, this is to abandon martial arts.

"Heavy snow covers the mountains, and the road is difficult, so let's wait......

Liu Xiuer snuggled up to Xianggong's chest, listening to the beating sound of the chest, although this day was poor, but after all, there was a day of bitterness, and said softly: "Xianggong, I will give you warmth." ”

It is normal for husband and wife to see each other frankly, Liu Xiuer in the futon has taken off her dirty clothes, and her smooth and warm body is close to Lu Zhicai.

An irrepressible desire immediately reacted from Lu Zhicai's lower abdomen, no matter how he restrained his mind, he couldn't subdue his heart, and his trembling hands finally stretched out to the delicate body in his arms that was within reach and could be picked by Jun......

The crying wheezing sound is so pleasant and beautiful, as if dry firewood fueled the raging fire, and Lu Zhicai, who was "riding a horse and whipping" in the bedding, gradually changed his body, like steel pouring iron casting, using inexhaustible strength to collapse the shaking of the bed.

In the early morning of the next day, the rooster crowed three times, the curling smoke rose from Woniu Village, and disappeared with the north wind, the gentle sunlight through the gap in the window lattice, projected on the ground of the house, the courtyard sounded a kind whisper, the "Lu Zhicai" on the bed suddenly woke up and opened his eyes, hurriedly reached out and touched his own face, and the hanging heart relaxed a little......

"Xiu'er, Xiu'er?"

Lu Zhicai put Liu Xiu'er's jade arm back into the futon, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's time to get up......

"Hmmm......"

Liu Xiu'er looked at the Xianggong beside her with sleepy eyes, recalling the absurd scene last night and couldn't help but blush, looking back at the sky was not early, but when she was about to get up, she couldn't help frowning slightly, and sat up from the bed with the slightest pain, she could only glance at Lu Zhicai with anger and shame, but she didn't want to say anything.

"Xiu'er, Xiu'er......"

There was a kind soft cry from Lu's mother in the courtyard, it was already dawn, urging Lu Zhicai and Liu Xiuer to freshen up early, just because the road was icy and it was difficult to walk, it was better to go early to visit relatives and friends and return early, so don't be greedy and delayed.

The murmuring water of the stream is crystal clear, like a jade belt surrounding Woniu Village, and there is only a wooden bridge at the head of the village that crosses the stream to the official road, and the wooden bridge has already shed its paint after being exposed by the melting of the snow......

The snow on the other side of the wooden bridge has not yet melted, and it shines brightly in the refraction of the sun, and the monks in shabby robes stand with prayer beads in their hands, and the pedestrians who visit relatives and friends pass by on the wooden bridge, but they seem to be blind to the eyes, as if the other side of the wooden bridge is empty.

Ordinary people, with the naked eye, see the mountains as mountains, and see the water as water, and this monk looks back to his heart by seeing the mountains and not the mountains, and seeing the water is not water......

"Xiu'er, one day I can be named on the gold list, so I don't have to live this poor life!"

"Xianggong, I don't want to be rich and rich, as long as this day can get a little better, I will be satisfied......"

At the beginning of the day, a couple from Woniu Village supported each other, fearing that they would fall on the icy road because their footing was unstable, and the young man's cotton clothes were shabby, but the stitches were delicate and clean, and he supported the delicate woman, looking at the wooden bridge in the distance, and said with great ambition.

There seems to be a murmur, faintly heard from the other side of the wooden bridge in this Woniu Village, the murmur is calm and peaceful, and contains the meaning of compassion, but listening to it seems to be the chanting of a Buddhist scripture.....

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

"The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to do it......"

Under the blue sky and white sun, Lu Zhicai shivered excitedly, staring at the monk on the other side of the wooden bridge in a daze, like a clay sculpture, he could no longer move his steps, the expression on his face changed a little in an instant, stunned, shocked, and all thoughts were lost: the first time he heard the sound of Buddhist scriptures, he was shocked when he saw the monk's body surrounded by the light of the Buddha, and the heart of all thoughts were gray.

"Xianggong, Xianggong?"

Liu Xiuer didn't understand why Lu Zhicai stopped in a dignified manner, asked the prime minister in a daze, and saw that the expression on the face of the prime minister Lu Zhicai was different, so she asked.

"Alas......."

That gloomy sigh, how much sadness and helplessness it contained, Lu Zhicai stared sideways at Liu Xiu'er's cheeks, barely showed a bitter smile, gently brushed Liu Xiu'er's scattered hair, and said softly: "Aunt Xiu, I buried something under the bed......"

"I have some money, and I have a letter for you......"

At this point, Lu Zhicai pouted and blew softly, and the mouthful containing a sleepy demon method blew towards Liu Xiuer's cheeks, and the stunned and handsome woman suddenly became sleepy-eyed and unstable, and her body slowly fell into Lu Zhicai's arms as soon as she became soft.

"Demon, in front of the old man, you dare to use demon magic to harm people!"

The spirited old monk is more than half a hundred years old, and the cold north wind is still full of red light, a shabby robe has not been washed for a long time, but it does not affect the solemn state of compassion, holding the rosary step out and crossed the wooden bridge to Lu Zhicai's body, it is the Buddhist technique of shrinking the ground into inches.

He, in the past, made a wish to travel with Eagle Mountain to practice penance, and was given three magic weapons by the Buddha himself, and he should take it as his responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and today he turned around Qiantang County to this Pingjiang Mansion, and saw that there was a demonic spirit in this Woniu Village!

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, not to mention the shape-shifting monster who drinks blood?

"Master is merciful, the little demon has no harmless heart, spare the life of the little demon......"

Lu Zhicai knew that there was no escape, and humbly knelt down in front of the monk, the fear swept over like a raging wave, trembling like a lamb to the slaughter, and pleading.

"Evil animal, you have killed countless people, and you have tarnished her innocence, and you dare to say nothing!"

As soon as the monk's eyes opened, he had already seen the ordinary past of "Lu Zhicai", and immediately became furious, shouting: "If you don't show your original form yet, when will you wait!"

"Master mercy, the little demon in order to protect the great Song Jiangshan, once fought with Marshal Yue on the battlefield, and Zhu Xianzhen also made military exploits in the first battle!"

"Only because the demon qi was exhausted, he almost lost his life and the hands of the golden soldiers, and Meng Pao Ze sacrificed his life to save him, so he survived, and the little demon pretended to be the late Lu Zhicai in order to repay the grace of saving his life, just to give the old lady of the Lu family a pension!"

The little demon "Lu Zhicai" who knelt on the ground did not show his original form as the monk said, but gradually calmed down, and said "with words".

"Prosperity must decline, reincarnation is orderly, a drink and a peck, there is a fixed number!"

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughs and thirsts for the blood of the Huns, evil animals, you hide in the military camp to drink blood, and dare to make war exploits with false words!"

"You have defiled the innocence of women in the world, where does this repayment come from!"

"Lao Wei will send you to the Netherworld Mansion, and the Ten Palaces Yan Jun will naturally give you justice!"

"If according to the laws of the underworld, your merits and demerits are compensated, and the old man will give up 100,000 merits to help you reincarnate as a person in the next life and help you practice!"

"The old man is the Fahai of Jinshan Temple!"

A rosary floated up from a string of prayer beads in Fahai's hand, carrying a pale yellow Buddha light into the seal hall of "Lu Zhicai" and disappeared, and in front of the wooden bridge in the blue sky and white day, the panicked "Lu Zhicai" disappeared without a trace in a light smoke......