"My master received news from the foot of the mountain that you and your elder brother were framed by a traitor and escorted to Beijing for trial. I went down the mountain and rushed all the way, and finally arrived." Gu Siying said.

"You're the only one?"

"No, Master is worried. There is also a senior brother who accompanied me down the mountain. He is nearby to prevent anyone from escaping and leaking the news." Gu Siying said.

Not long after that, I saw a man walking into the courtyard with an umbrella.

At the age of twenty-three or four, he was wearing a blue shirt and a long sword hanging on his waist. He was handsome and elegant and calm.

"Father, brother, this is Senior Brother Ye Feng who accompanied me down the mountain."

"Uncle, Brother Gu, you have suffered." Ye Feng said.

"That little white-faced looks very handsome!" Wusheng lay on the crack in the door and looked outside.

"Beautiful and ugly, but just external ministers, they are just skinny."

"I would rather have a good face."

"The clothes are almost dry, go to bed, there is something to do tomorrow."

"Um."

Lying on the ground, after a while, Emptiness snored, silently but couldn't sleep no matter how much. When I closed my eyes, the swordsmanship and the beautiful and refined beauty appeared in my mind.

It's raining outside,

"Two masters?" A woman's voice sounded nice, like the spring water in a mountain stream.

"Well, what's the matter?" After hearing this sound, he immediately got up from the ground and came to the door.

After breaking the door, the beauty was approaching, her eyebrows were picturesque, and the more she looked, the better she looked.

"Master, we are leaving. Thank you two," said Gu Siying.

"Let's go now, it's still raining." Wusheng said.

"This little rain is not a problem. These are the monk's robes of the two masters, which have been dried." Gu Siying handed over with her monk's robes in her hands. After no success, she touched the back of her hand.

Warm and smooth, touching the heart.

"Ah, sorry." said silently.

Gu Siying smiled and said nothing. After a while, her family also came over and changed into clean clothes, her face was a little pale, and she came to say goodbye.

Wusheng called Monk Kongxu up.

After saying goodbye to the two monks, the family held an umbrella and rode a horse. They left the courtyard on a rainy night and soon disappeared into the rain.

"Oh, it's a pity!" Wusheng sighed.

"If you are destined to be together, you will see you again in the end. Go back to sleep." Kongxu said.

"The beauty is gone, there is no way to keep it. I can't keep it, but why don't you want the money you give me? Do you don't know what kind of days in the mountains?" Wusheng asked angrily.

Just now, Gu Siying gave them a small bag, which was quite heavy when she opened it. When she opened it, she saw that it was full of silver. Wusheng was stunned. It was the first time he saw so much silver. Just when he was still stunned, Kongxu grabbed the bag and gave it to Gu Siying. No matter what the other party said, he would not accept it.

"What are you? You are so noble and generous, you are helping others without asking for rewards. Have you asked me if you don't want me? I still want it. I was so scared when I was in the rain just now. I need compensation." Wusheng said.

"We help others without asking for anything in return, and after collecting the money, we feel guilty." Kongxu said.

"That's you, not me, I feel guilty. I want money and I want rewards." Wusheng said.

"Then you go and ask for it." Kongxu pointed out outside the yard and said.

"I……"

"Let's sleep after entering the house!" Kongxu said.

Kongxu turned around and entered the broken house, Wusheng stood outside.

The cold wind and rain are still there, and the sky is still dark, and Gu Nanpo and his family have already walked away.

"The beauty is gone, the money is gone, and the hands are empty."

"You are not touching someone's hands." An empty voice came from behind.

"How did you see it?" Wusheng turned around and found that the fat monk was already lying on the ground.

"How does it feel?"

"It's very smooth and tender. People who practice practice have very good skin care." Wusheng Dao.

"Get contented, go to bed."

Wushen knew when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already bright outside. Looking around, there was no empty figure in the dilapidated house.

"Monk Kongxu, Master." He shouted twice.

"I'm outside, I'll come out to help when I wake up." The voice of Monk Kongxu came in from outside the room.

Wu Sheng got up, and it was drizzling outside the house. When he left the yard, he found that Monk Kongxu was dealing with the soldiers who were killed last night.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Prepare to bury them." Hunv said.

"No, they were going to be imprisoned yesterday!"

"That was yesterday. Besides, they are dead. They cannot be so tragic in the wild. They should have a home, and dust returns to dust, and soil returns to soil." said Monk Kongxu.

As he spoke, he sorted out a soldier's makeup, wiped away the blood from his face, and reached out to touch his waist, took out a few pieces of silver and copper coins from his pocket, and naturally put them into his cuffs.

"Master, you are touching the corpse, you want the money for the dead, and you pay for that little money. Why don't you collect the broken silver you gave you last night?"

“That’s different.”

"What's different? They're all silver?" Wusheng said.

"One is money for living people, they keep it useful, and the money for dead people, they keep it useless and they can't take it there." Kongxu said.

"Why are you right?" Wusheng Dao.

He also squatted down to touch the corpse and looked for the leading corpse directly. Soon he found a small cloth bag and opened it and found that there were some broken silver and copper coins inside.

"No, good, thank you."

When I turned around, my whole body trembled.

Last night, it was windy and rainy, and the sky was dark. I could only see some of the situations at that time with the lightning of lightning. Today, when I saw the dead man, there was a blood mark on his neck, his body was covered with blood, and his eyes were wide open. This was a typical death without any eyes closed. Wusheng felt that the man was looking at him with his eyes, inexplicably panic, and his body was trembling slightly, and then subconsciously looked at the other dead people, almost in the same state of death.

His head buzzed, and his face turned pale. He hurriedly started, shaking, retreated tremblingly under the tree beside him, and kept gasping.

Huh, hiss, huh, hiss.

"What's wrong with you, Wusheng?" Seeing his abnormal reaction, Kongxu hurried forward and asked with concern.

At this time, Wusheng's face was pale and his body was trembling. When he looked at the empty eyes, he looked at the dead people underground, and then he understood the reason.

"You go in and take a rest first, and leave the matter outside to your master." Monk Kongxu said.

"good."

Wusheng came to the yard, found a clean place under the eaves, and sat down, and the dead eyes kept appearing in his mind.

Sure enough, the novels are all lie. No matter how you cut from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road, you don’t blink. It takes great courage to really dare to look at the eyes of someone who is dead.

When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all sufferings.

Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for feeling, thinking, action and consciousness.
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