A green carp, with a flat body and a round belly, fell into the water, shook its head and tailed and went away. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The carp was released by a beautiful woman, dressed in plain and simple clothes, gentle and quiet, although she was not young, her smile was extraordinary, vaguely revealing the unparalleled charm of the past. It's just that although she is smiling, there is a faint trace of sadness between her faint eyebrows.

"Amitabha. A monk came up, stood beside the beautiful woman, pronounced a Buddha call, and said, "Madame has a kind face and a good heart, and she will be blessed by the Buddha, and her thoughts and imaginations will definitely come true." ”

"The master is serious. The woman covered her lips and smiled, staring at the blue carp disappearing into the pool, and her eyes were full of autumn waves, reflecting a pool of spring water.

The monk said, "The resident invites the lady to go to the side hall for a while, and also invites the lady to go with the little monk." ”

"There is Master Lao. The woman bowed slightly, and the monk sang, turned and walked to the side hall, followed by the woman. Along the way, there are many pilgrims, monks have many courtesies, but regardless of the rich and poor, rich and poor, gorgeous clothes or not, see a jeweled person giving alms of silver, will come forward to greet two sentences, see the unclothed person just worship, a copper coin is not thrown, but also sincerely praised. If there is a pilgrim who is old and sick and has difficulty moving, the monk will also help him, and his face will be harmonious, and there is no danger at all.

In this way, it must take a lot more time, but the woman is not only not annoyed, but has a lot of good feelings for this temple: "Although the temple rules of the Luochen Temple are not strict for a long time, the monks are more than one to the Buddha to be good. ”

About a moment later, the population gradually decreased, a clean side hall appeared in front of the eyes, there was a hanging wooden plaque hanging on it, the book "sweeping the dust hall" three letters, yellow characters on a black background, the handwriting was regular and strict, and the end was a faint atmosphere. When he arrived here, the monk stopped, stood aside, folded his hands and saluted, and said, "The abbot has been waiting in for a long time, and he has asked his wife to go in alone, and the little monk will not follow in." Seeing the woman nodding, the monk turned to leave, and the woman looked at his back for a long time, until he disappeared, and there was no one around, and then he looked back at the door of the dust-sweeping hall, stunned.

"Since you're here, come in. A voice came out of the ground, and the woman couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the lotus step moved lightly, and walked up the steps and gently crossed the threshold.

The space in the hall is not very large, the sky light shines faintly, and several coherent rooms illuminated are quiet and quiet, not like ordinary places. When the woman walked into the hall, she saw an oil lamp on the table on the left, and an old monk in yellow was sitting in front of the table, with a string of one hundred and eight Buddhist beads twisting in his hand, closing his eyes and being speechless. The woman looked at him, her body trembled, and before she could speak, her beautiful eyes were moistened, and the drops of water rolled as if they were about to fall.

Although the old monk closed his eyes, he seemed to see what was happening, and said Amitabha Buddha and stretched out his finger. The woman felt a burst of energy shoot out of the air, pointing at her laughing hole, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter, giggled, and stopped after half a minute. The old monk's face flashed with warmth, and when the woman looked up again, she was still cold and ruthless, and the woman sighed unconsciously and said, "Father......"

"Amitabha. The old monk pronounced a Buddha name, and said: "The poor monk escaped into the empty door, and has been enlightening the Zen machine for more than 13 years. ”

After hearing this, the woman's face changed several times, and finally sighed: "Okay, okay, you take off your clothes and leave me struggling in the world, that's it, but when will I see my heaven?"

The old monk said: "The Heavenly Monk is taken care of by the old man, and he is doing very well, so you don't have to worry." When he is an adult and his temperament is settled, he will let him meet you. ”

"Tian'er is only thirteen years old!" the woman's face changed miserably, "Ye Minglan, how long do you want me to wait? If I knew this, I should have tore up that letter, and I wouldn't have come to see you when I died of old age!"

The old monk's face was as plain as water, but when he heard the words, he suddenly changed: "What letter?" The woman said: "Didn't you write to me to come to Luochen Temple?

"Weird. The beads that kept twisting in the old monk's hand stopped, and he muttered: "I have not written a letter to you, but I received a letter from you, I thought you had finally found me, and I didn't think about it for a while, but now it seems that there is another hidden secret." ”

Pap, papa, pap, a crisp applause sounded, the two people in the hall were shocked, they all turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man in red pacing from outside, clapping and smiling while walking, but the shape of his right hand was strange, the woman looked at it, only to find that four of the five fingers of the man's right hand were cut off by the palm, only one thumb was left alone, funny and miserable.

"It's a wonderful drama where father and daughter recognize each other. The man approached, clapped his hands and laughed, "Prison cow, prison cow, thirteen years, I knew you were not dead, and now I have finally found you." ”

The old monk saw his face clearly, closed his eyes and said: "Amitabha, even though thirteen years have passed, the benefactor has not yet been liberated. ”

The man's face suddenly became fierce, and he said sharply: "Free your grandmother's legs! Prisoner cow, what kind of garlic are you pretending? If you hadn't cut off my four fingers back then, how could I have fallen from five colors to two colors, and I have been ridiculed for thirteen years? This account, today I want you to pay with blood!"

The old monk sighed and said leisurely: "If it wasn't for your insulting gesture back then, how could I humiliate you like that, not to mention that the two factions have been fighting for a long time, so why should I be angry with my family." ”

When the man heard this, he smiled again: "I want to anger my family, otherwise it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart." After finding out that you are huddled in this Dusty Temple, I will disguise your handwriting as a letter and have it be handed over to your daughter, and then disguise your daughter's handwriting as a letter and have it handed over to you. In this way, I can help reunite your father and daughter, and I should be thanked. ”

When he had finished speaking, the woman sighed, and her doubts disappeared. She was also wondering why she suddenly received a letter from her father, and suspected that someone was cheating, until she saw Ye Minglan with her own eyes. But just a pair of confrontations, but even more doubtful, at this moment by this middle-aged man to break the riddle, the heart was raised again, secretly thinking: "This person seems to have a grudge against his father, I heard him say that thirteen years ago, he was dressed in red, could it be that he is ......" Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted: "You are auspicious, a disciple of the red robe?"

"Wonderful. The man clapped his hands and laughed, and said, "Prisoner Niu, I thought that as one of the Nine Venerables of the Abyss, your daughter must also be strong in martial arts, but now it seems that she is just an ordinary woman, but she has heard a little more about the rivers and lakes." In that case, it's easier for your father and daughter to die here, God help me. ”

The old monk sighed: "Women's Taoist family, what kind of martial arts to learn, just live in peace." I have already escaped from the abyss, unloaded the name of the prisoner cow, and escaped into the Falling Dust Temple for thirteen years, but I didn't expect to be found by the enemy, but today I can't say that I want to break the killing ring. Fang Xiao, forgive me for not daring to come to me alone, if there are any other henchmen, call them out together. ”

"Okay, good," Fang Xiao stroked his palm and smiled: "Knowing that you have been a bald donkey for so many years, you can't see too much blood, I have already called someone to empty this Falling Dust Temple, so it is convenient to start." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old monk was sure in his heart. He never expected that the enemy family from many years ago would find him, and he was afraid that he had been prepared, and it would be difficult to escape today, and he was afraid that his grandson Yerong would be implicated, so he was silent in his words, and sure enough, although Fang Xiao found out where he and his daughter were, he didn't know that he also had a grandson who grew up in this dusty temple.

It turned out that thirteen years ago, the two major forces of martial arts, Xiangrui and Qianyuan, fought at the top of Mount Tai, when the nine in the Qianyuan were killed by five, but the "Prisoner Cow" lord Ye Minglan chose to fake his death because he was tired of fighting, and fled from the battlefield with his grandson Yerong, who was only a full moon at the time, and hid it, until today he was found by the enemy of the past.

As soon as Fang Xiao's words fell, figures appeared one after another around this dust-sweeping hall, with red-clothed people, green-clothed ones, and yellow-clothed ones, and it was estimated that there were no less than 100 people. The old monk squinted and saw that those people had a few rings of variegated colors on their cuffs, ranging from red, white, green, blue, purple and yellow, and the one with the most variegated colors actually had four rings, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Fang Xiao, even if you used to be a member of the five-color sect, but so many auspicious disciples, I'm afraid it's not just a five-color person who can be invited, right?"

Fang Xiao was silent, but seeing that the great revenge was avenged, he unconsciously touched the traces of the severed finger, his face became gloomy, and his eyes revealed a little anger, as if he wanted to swallow the two people in front of him.

The woman looked at the old monk, and although her eyes were a little panicked, she still moved naturally, without losing everyone's demeanor. The old monk saw it in his eyes, smiled with relief, stood up, and said loudly: "The six masters of Xiangrui, the nine masters of the hidden abyss, my generation of lords Ye Minglan, although the dragon swims in the shallows, how can you wait for others to be bullied?"