On the top of the hill in Milong Bay, there is a monastery that the locals call Wenshu Monastery. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, the green mountains are lonely, and the stars are shining, neither the snowy night, nor the barking of the chaimen dogs. The only thing I heard was that the old forest ape in the deep mountains was crying urgently, and the cuckoo was mourning with blood overnight!

Suddenly, under the crescent moon, on the top of the lonely mountains, there was a black shadow like a flea, and in the middle of several successive falls, it had already jumped into the quiet courtyard walls of Wenshu Monastery. It's a pity that the monks didn't keep a dog in front of the door like the villagers, otherwise, the black shadow that just fell in here would not be able to escape the sharp dog eyes, and would be discovered in time and barked in time!

And at this moment, the monks of Wenshu Monastery are also a little dishonest, they enjoy the offerings of the donors, but in the dead of night they do ugly things that violate the rules and precepts of the monks; you see, in the holy place of the Buddha, in the quiet meditation hall, there are two heads and a temple master, sitting around the table eating meat and drinking wine. And beside them, there was a woman with a waist as soft as a willow leaf, and her voice was like a silver bell giggling from time to time, and she was pouring wine and cutting meat for the monks, eating and drinking together—what else would she be with!

However, on the right hand side of the meditation hall, under the Garan golden body, there was a rectangular wooden cage in which a little boy of seven or eight years old was kept, and this little boy, with a thin skin, squatted like a cat, looked particularly lonely and pitiful in the light of the oil lamps on the table where the monks sat around. He was dressed in gray cloth and had mille-feuille shoes on his feet made by his mother with needlework, but there was a strange phenomenon that the little boy was locked in a cage, neither crying nor making a fuss, but was quietly folding his fingers, as if he were counting, as if talking to himself.

"Chunmei, come, you eat this!" I saw the old courtyard master with a round face and long hair, who took the woman's green and white hand, and his eyes radiated a blazing light, and looked at the woman and said.

So the woman rose from the lap of a header, giggled and let him pull him away, and consciously raised her white neck, and took a small cherry sip to the wine cup in the old master's hand, and drank the wine from his wine cup with a small cherry sip. And there were not a few drops that actually drank it, and most of them flowed down her white and greasy neck to her chest.

So, the old courtyard owner hurriedly put down the wine cup, pulled the woman's body, put her on his lap and hugged her, "It's a pity, it's a pity!" He hurriedly lowered his head, licked the residual wine left on her neck and said, "Don't waste it, as the saying goes, wine is food, and the more you drink, the younger you get!"

Immediately there was laughter in the meditation hall, "Women are wine made of meat," so the head with the hoop on his head laughed and said, "This is how men are good for this wine!"

And the head tuo, whose eyebrows were a little upturned, and who had been dragged away by the old courtyard master on his body just now, also laughed and said:

"There are thousands of hearts of women in the world, who gives happiness to whom, it really makes people love and hate, hate and love!"

"Men eat dog meat just like you monks!" the woman also giggled, "fake Sven during the day, not serious at night!"

And these people, even though they were eating, drinking, laughing, and laughing, were also armed with weapons, and at their tables, on the fence between the meditation hall and the Buddha hall, four bright weapons were lined up. They are, a crescent moon Zen staff, two iron ring knives, and a pine pattern ancient sword.

At this moment, the monk's room in the Buddha hall, the front yard and the back yard are silent, and the faint moonlight shines on the quiet steps, as if telling the endless desolation and sin of the night. Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, and a few dead leaves flew under the stone steps, and some of the dust blew into the meditation hall, causing the bright oil lamp in front of them to flicker a few times.

At this moment, the wooden door of the meditation hall was suddenly pushed open, and the four people were startled and jumped up, and the woman also jumped up from the lap of the old master, they were all habitual old thieves, very experienced. But there was a hint of wind and grass, and the first reaction was to grab the weapon and prepare to fight.

Now, three monks, a woman, four weapons, and four expressions looked at the swordsman who walked in with a long sword wrapped in yellow brocade on his shoulder. In the light of the light, the four of them saw that the man was a tall young swordsman, and his eyes were very bright, like two bright stars in the sky, shining brightly. His expression was extremely serious, without the slightest expression, even more serious than the King Kong in the Buddha hall. However, the stubble on his cheeks is also very distinct, just like a passerby floating all over the world!

"Who are you?" At this time, the old courtyard master pointed at the visitor with a crescent shovel and asked, "Why did you break into our Buddha Gate Forbidden Land late at night?"

"I am me," the man said coldly, "you wine and meat monks are not worthy to hear my name!"

"Nonsense!" said the old master angrily, "my old master has lived for more than ninety years, and he has only let go tonight, and has eaten some meat, drank some wine, and added a little residual wine to the neck of a woman who is not ugly;

"Hmph! Tian is shameless. ”

"You are tired of daring to be affectionate!" the old courtyard master said again, "I asked you to report your name, but you ignored it, and if there is a fight later, you will say in your heart that my old abbot is bullying the small!"

"It's the same whether you say it or not!" said the young swordsman, still coldly.

"How could it be the same!"

"For the dead do not need to know the name of the living!" said the young swordsman again.

"Ha, ha, ha!" the old monk suddenly burst out laughing and said, "What a big breath, let me tell you the truth! These four of us are all people who stomp our feet on the rivers and lakes and want the earth to shake the mountains." ”

"Oh, what's the reason?"

The old courtyard master gave a thumbs up and shook it at himself, "Old Abbot Jinjue," he said, "Nicknamed the old man of Yangguan, this crescent shovel in my hand tells you the truth, at least hundreds of heroes have been killed." Could it be that you are the soul of the wronged soul who came to die tonight?"

"Hmph!" the young swordsman just shook his head and said three words coldly, "I haven't heard of it!"

"But! At this time, the head with the ring on his head sneered and said mockingly, "You should have heard these four words!"

The other party still shook his head, but did not answer.

"So, haven't you heard of the greedy monk?" asked the round-faced and upturned head of the sword.

"I've heard of this!"

"Oh!" said the other party proudly, "Then you know how good I am!"

"Yes. ”

"Then tell me, what kind of fame do I have!"

"You are the number one thief in the mountains," the swordsman said unhurriedly, "a piece of garbage in the Buddhist gate!"

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the round-faced bald monk was already so angry that he was smoking, and the nine were spewing fire, "Looking for death," he shouted, and rushed forward with a sword, "Take your life!" (To be continued.) )