Chapter 2 Do you want a wife or not? (Please bookmark and vote~)
"You should ask for the Dharma's name instead of your surname. Are you out of your mind?"
It was this old Taoist man named He Mao Qiu again, and Ouyang Rong found that he had a very poisonous mouth.
Ouyang Rong ignored the old man and nodded: "Hmm, then ask the eminent monk for his Dharma name."
The withered monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "I don't know."
"I don't know the master, but I have admired him for a long time."
Old Taoist Heyi Qiu sneered, "He said he doesn't know if you want to make me laugh?"
Ouyang Rong glanced at him sideways, "Which cookie are you?"
The old Taoist asked curiously: "Biscuit? What is this? How can it be measured in pieces?"
Ouyang Rong fell silent and said nothing.
The old system of round collar, big sleeves, horizontal pleats underneath, and pleats at the waist. The upper garment was worn by scholars in ancient times. It seemed that only scholars and officials could wear it.
Ouyang Rong, disagree.
Ouyang Rong waited for a while, then... felt a little embarrassed.
"If this is the Pure Land...why are only the four of us here? Where are the others?"
I couldn't help but murmur: "I didn't expect that Master's medical skills would be so reliable that he could wake me up after being unconscious for so many days... Ahem, county magistrate, when did you wake up, and why did you leave the yard alone in the middle of the night?"
The mute girl stood up and said softly, not knowing what she wanted to say. There was reluctance in her eyes.
it's over……
Ouyang Rong raised his head and saw the sky as big as the mouth of a well above his head. The sky was already bright. He was hungry and tired, but he exerted the strength of the last horizontal bar on the line to pass the final physical examination...
Old Taoist Heyi Qiu sneered, "He said that Kuo Ran is no saint. He wants to go up and save the common people again."
"I don't save the common people, I...save myself."
The old Taoist sneered and pointed his index finger outward: "All these natural and man-made disasters are ultimately caused by those guys who claim to be disciples of saints. As long as there are saints in the world, there will be thieves who steal the names and tools of saints. So this saint is also related to
What's the difference between thieves? They're just one unintentional and the other intentional, the source of trouble. Both saints and thieves deserve to die! Saints deserve to die the most!"
"Smile like a hammer."
The old Taoist Hehuo Qiu sneered, "Would you see that Pindao was laughing at me? He was laughing because it was so interesting here, hahaha."
The mute woman retracted her hand that was missing her little finger and did not stop her.
"Your Excellency, why are you outside? Come down quickly! This place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above is the Infinite Hell!"
Just as the dull and distant bells were ringing in the mountains and forests, a group of monks suddenly opened the ajar courtyard door, climbed over the stone fence nimbly, and hurried to Ouyang Rong, gathering him in surprise.
Ouyang Rong looked down.
She really has a childlike appearance.
He stared at the falling rain curtain in the center of the underground palace.
The little novice monk walked to the well and shouted directly into it: "Hey, Brother Xiuzhen! It's time to have breakfast!"
"That's best. Besides, what kind of saints are they? They are obviously big thieves."
Ouyang Rong, who was sitting paralyzed by the well, was stunned.
The young monk and his companions, who were joking easily just a second ago, suddenly fell silent.
The palms of his hands were bleeding, but the person remained motionless, as if he was still digesting the series of sudden changes that occurred a few breaths ago.
"Okay, okay, stop yelling. The county magistrate's injury... has just healed. Don't crowd around and let everyone breathe." Finally, a young novice who seemed to be the leader finally stood up and pushed away the wall of people.
Ouyang Rong lifted his muddy lips and smiled at them.
"You... you... I... aren't." Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and touched the wound on his forehead, not knowing how to speak.
Ouyang Rong observed for a while and prepared to enter the last section of the corridor.
He rubbed his right cheek hard.
He had wanted to do this for a long time, but there was a hole in the bag of his right foot... that is, the sock. Ever since he climbed the rope, his thumb had been sticking out of it, and he couldn't get it back... It made him suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Rhythm.
"I do have some sense... Well, my guess is correct." Old Hehuo Qiu smiled, "But don't thank me and that stupid bald donkey. Go and thank her. It was this girl who saved you."
Turned out.
"Only half convinced?"
"Just tell me whether you want it or not."
He really wants to go home.
He exhaled rapidly in small mouths, and with his trembling fingers on the edge of the well mouth, he could clearly feel the roughness of the rocks and the slipperiness of the blood mixed with the morning dew.
From this point of view, only the Taoist He-Huo Qiu, who has a bit of a talkative streak, can talk to him.
Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at him, "What you are talking about is the Taoist theory of 'sages are immortal and thieves are not the only ones'. I have studied... that subject, and I will recite it backwards if I am familiar with it."
But what was strange when he thought about it was that although the Confucian clothes he replaced were thin, he did not feel very cold after tossing around under the moonlight for so long in the early morning and even got wet.
Hehuo Qiu Lao Dao closed his eyes and chanted for the first time tonight: "Blessings are born in the infinite deity, and the merits are inconceivable."
Ouyang Rong raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead. The pain after pressing with his fingertips and the wet and sticky feeling showed that the wound was one inch and seven minutes above the right eyebrow bone, and was about two fingers wide and long.
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But the strange thing is that this old Taoist who is covered with sores has the appearance and complexion of a young man. If it weren't for his gray hair and stooped body, he would be no different from a young man.
"Yes." Hepao Qiu Lao Dao pursed his lips to indicate, "You just don't have the strength of a saint to control the heart of a saint."
"Because you have a good life, and everyone else is suffering outside." The old Taoist waved his hand impatiently: "Also, you scholars, don't always think about being a saint to save the world."
The old Taoist priest in the crane cloak put his hands on his hands and laughed, pointing at the slender mute girl.
He looked down and saw that most of the white sweatshirt he was wearing was soaked. Ouyang Rong remembered seeing this type of Hanfu in a book.
finally.
Feeling that his physical strength was almost restored, Ouyang Rong stood up with his hands on the ground and walked towards the central rosette again.
Among the three people in the underground palace, the haggard monk always lowered his head to chant sutras, which gave Ouyang Rong an unfathomable feeling, while the slender girl did not know whether it was because she was too cold or too shy, so she remained silent.
"I don't know." Old Taoist Heyi Qiu curled his lips, "But your clothes are just like those of saints, aren't they? You also hide and tuck your words, it's so convenient!"
He got up from the ground, left the lotus platform in the center, and walked to the darkness where the three men, He Yuan Qiu Lao Dao, were sitting to take shelter from the rain.
After chewing with lowered eyebrows for a while, he glanced at him and said, "You are not a bitch."
Old Taoist Hehuo Qiu was silent for a while, and rarely put away his frivolity.
He walked past her, and then he saw that she had been sitting on a straight 'strip'. The strip looked like a sword.
Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that his head was starting to feel a little dizzy, but he still managed to stand up and spoke to them patiently: "I'm fine, I'm not scared. You, the Labor Committee, have explained so much, and I haven't asked you for advice by the way."
yes……"
Hehuo Qiu Laodao raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but look at him one more time, and suddenly asked: "What is the first meaning of the holy truth?"
Seeing his thoughtful look, the little novice monk felt a little scared.
Ouyang Rong was a little surprised. He looked at the slender girl on the right and saw that she was a cold-faced and warm-hearted master.
Amid the old Taoist's laughter, the latter's body hugging his knees trembled slightly, and his head lowered.
Even if God was joking about rebirth, he would still climb up and see it with his own eyes.
Ouyang Rong slumped his shoulders, "I fell from above. When I woke up, I was lying on my back, but there was an injury on my forehead. Who saved it if you didn't save it? It couldn't be the one I brought with me before I fell, right?
."
Ouyang Rong frowned, looked down at his hand that was worn by the rope, and couldn't help but ask: "Well, there are two more people down there..."
"I didn't believe it at first, but now I half-believe it."
Ouyang Rong glanced at the throat and neck of the crane cloak Qiu Laodao. The latter laughed so hard that some ulcerated pustules were exposed on the neck that was originally shrunk in the black-feathered crane cloak.
"In this Pure Land Palace, there are four of us together. This one is a bald donkey, this one is a dumb dumb girl, you are a bookish idiot, and the poor Taoist is also a shameless thing covered in sores.
The four of us got together, hahaha, it was so fun."
At this time, the sharp-eyed little novice suddenly saw a dirty beggar lying on the ground in the bamboo forest not far away, biting things everywhere, looking like he was not in a good state of mind.
"Don't worry about the outside world. The flood just now wasn't enough to make you give up? Just stay there. It's not easy to come to a pure land. Hahaha, I need to take a good rest."
He answered softly, but more like saying it to himself.
It's all over.
What catches the eye is the Zen monastery with green tiles and red walls. In the distance among the lush green bamboo forest, you can occasionally see the bell tower with its cornices and upturned corners. There are yawning monks upstairs who are slowly ringing the morning bell.
Finally he came to his senses and hurriedly pointed to the dry well behind him and said: "Down here, the people below..."
A group of monks surrounded Ouyang Rong with wild questions. The latter was in a state of confusion the whole time, staring blankly at the bald heads dangling in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled.
Ouyang Rong felt his head getting more and more dizzy. He grabbed Xiu Xiu's small shoulders and said in a weak but unquestionable tone: "Say."
Learning from the similar word order of He Yuan Qiu Laodao, he also organized his words, unfamiliar with his fists:
"Thank you...girl for helping me."
Ouyang Rong silently looked at Leziren Laodao without saying a word.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, "Taoist priests don't tell lies."
After putting your footwear on inside out, put your boots back on.
The body nodded honestly, but said: "Taoist Master, why are you so embarrassed..."
"You scholars still believe this?"
"Humph, treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. Don't regret it in the future."
It was like someone thrust a water pipe into his head, and the faucet connected to the other end had the switch turned to the maximum.
He Huo Qiu Lao Dao was happy for a while, and found that no one was paying attention to him, but he was not embarrassed at all, and held up his Hunyuan scarf hat with a natural look on his face.
"Something that deducts merit."
I don't know when the rain outside stopped. After the dark clouds faded, the moon set across the sky, and the whole world became much darker.
When you enter, you will see a vast country.
For some reason, after witnessing this scene, a poem suddenly appeared in Ouyang Rong's mind, as if someone had inserted it into his mind out of thin air:
The whole city is filled with mourning and blood, but it is just a thought to save the common people.
"County Master, County Master, you are here! Why did you come to Beitian Alms Home!"
Ouyang Rong randomly chose a short answer, "There is no saint in the world."
He looked at the hole the size of a wellhead at the top of the center of the underground palace, and couldn't help but murmured: "Is this really a pure land?"
"Have the seasons even changed..."
"How did you know we were the ones who saved him?" He Mao Qiu Lao Tao replied again.
So now there is only one question left - his identity in this world.
This time, perhaps because of his familiarity with the car, or perhaps because of good luck, Ouyang Rong, who was standing on the lotus pedestal, only managed to throw half of the lotus lantern out of the cave on his fifth attempt.
Ouyang Rong was hanging alone on it, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows, and the unknown evil thing outside made him dare not take a big breath, so he could only suppress it and suppress it.
But at this moment, a roar of a beast suddenly came from outside the well. This roar sounded like a human but not a human, a beast but not an animal. Ouyang Rong had never heard it before. What made him even more desperate was the rope he was holding tightly in his arms.
It began to sway without wind - there was some kind of creature above that was biting his rope, and the rope was shaking and about to break!
At the critical moment, Ouyang Rong's body was like a curved nine-stone bow, he suddenly pulled up and jumped up, throwing the rope in the air, grabbing the edge of the wellhead with both hands, and the broken rope fell back from his side.
The underground palace.
"That's the name."
"The county magistrate just says so!"
Ouyang Rong did not explain. The word "go back" in his mouth was not exactly the same thing as the word "go up" in the old Taoist mouth.
He licked his dry lips, took it, and found that her right palm only had four fingers.
He quickly winked at the fellow apprentices next to him, and then sent out a few monks to hurriedly stabbed the person and escorted him back to the almshouse.
"How can this be false? Don't you believe what 'I don't know the master' says again?" Heyi Qiu Lao Tao said with a smile.
The little novice monk waved his hand in front of Ouyang Rong's eyes, and then checked his pulse with a profound expression. After a while of tossing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ouyang Rong was speechless.
Unwilling to give up, someone began to climb. This time he concentrated and carefully paid attention to the movements outside.
Old Taoist Heyi Qiu suddenly asked: "Hey kid, do you want a wife or not?"
It was the first time in his life that he prepared something so seriously and spent all his time and effort. But when he was about to welcome it, God suddenly told him:
Ouyang Rong shook his head, "All living beings suffer, don't laugh at them."
"Last night, did you hear the heavy rain and flood last night? What's going on with this momentum!"
The slender mute woman also remained motionless, seemingly ignoring him.
The young novice monk was stunned, and looked at each other with other brothers, frowning, and asked: "County Master, did you fall into this...this Pure Land Palace last night?"
Ouyang Rong pointed to the wound on his head and whispered: "Excuse me, who saved me?"
Hepao Qiu Laodao shook his head, said no more, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.
Ouyang Rong shook his head, "I am not a saint, nor do I have the heart of a saint."
Unexpectedly, the master noticed the movement, stopped chanting sutras, and then advised with compassion: "Donor, this is the lotus pure land, and above is the endless hell..."
The little novice monk turned his head and sighed: "Senior Brother Xiuzhen has been insane for many years. He used to be quite good, but later he always said that we were evil creatures and wanted to eat him.
Find a place to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss... The Beitian Courtyard couldn't hold him in, so we had to hang him down with a rope and send him some fast food at regular intervals every day, and he also liked to stay down there."
Seeing his confused look, the little novice monk probably had some reaction. He pointed at the dry well and explained:
"County Grand Master, this Pure Land Palace used to be the place where our Donglin Temple enshrines the relics. This dynasty..." Seemingly speaking of a taboo, the little novice monk immediately changed his words, "It was the former abbot of the temple during the reign of Emperor Taizong.
It was built by the emperor's order. At that time, it was popular in Buddhist temples across the country to erect pagodas and build underground palaces to welcome the Buddha's bones. However, later, the lotus pagoda on top collapsed due to flooding, and the Pure Land Palace was also abandoned... As for the people inside now..."
"Thanks."
Ouyang Rong nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know how to ask, "Is this really a pure land down here?"
Ouyang Rong was stunned and couldn't help but look at the slender girl a few more times.
Seeing that his companions were also looking at him, the fair-haired young monk had no choice but to bite the bullet, pointed to the south and whispered:
"County Lord, you should know when you are newly appointed that the fields in Jiangzhou are lower than those in the world; the fields in Longcheng are lower than Jiangzhou; and in Zezhonghui, Yunmeng is the most important, and Yunmeng Guze is in our Longcheng.
Next to the city and county..."
Maybe it was the natural reverence of common people in this era for people with official status, which was all summed up as some kind of official authority. In fact, Ouyang Rong knew that there was no official authority, but Donglin Temple was under the rule of this county. If everything about life and death was decided by others,
With your hands, you will naturally be careful about the other person's face and mood at all times.
It's still the same place, it's still the same way.
He glanced at the stone lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace.
Ouyang Rong hesitated and said implicitly: "To be precise, I have learned a little bit of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and I understand a little bit of them all." Damn it, how can he not be familiar with professional courses? He was laughing when he was taking the postgraduate entrance examination.
Ouyang Rong raised his head and took a sip without touching his mouth, then returned it.
Ouyang Rong picked up the golden lotus lantern that had been broken into half on the ground. Fortunately, the rope was still tightly tied to the lamp holder, so it could still be used.
"Then let's take this girl. We can't get out anyway. You two are a nerd and a little mute. You two just make a pair. They are a pair of mandarin ducks in distress. Hahaha, little girl, what do you think? Don't speak for three breaths.
Just treat it as if you agree...Okay, let's get married now, and you two can go to the bridal chamber as soon as it's still dark."
The unknown master shook his head at him and said, "Namo Amitabha."
And it was tightly wrapped around a fixed weight outside.
"Now during the plum rain season, the water level in Yunmengze has surged. Last night... the Dee Gong Gate that blocked the water collapsed, and flash floods broke out... Now not only our Longcheng County, but all the counties in Jiangzhou have been flooded.
"
Below, I don't know the master, the old Taoist wearing a crane cloak and a fur coat, and the mute woman with a broken finger all looked up at him from afar.
The dry well stands quietly in front of a peach blossom forest, surrounded by stone fences.
"Oh? You still study this in your studies?" He Huoqiu Lao Dao was a little surprised.
At present, it seems that if he is really reborn, then he has randomly arrived in an ancient world of... high martial arts? This underground palace rebirth point seems to be safe at the moment. On the contrary, there are some mythical powers outside that are difficult for him to understand, and it seems to be some kind of power.
The power of terror has gained the upper hand, forcing people to come to this kind of pure land.
"Saint!" The master seemed to have thought of something, and lowered his head and whispered: "The saint is dead, the Taoist ancestor is dead, even the Buddha... is dead. Why are there still people who are so obsessed with it that they go up to die."
Ouyang Rong sighed, "That's why I want to go back."
"Amitabha, you are so lucky, County Lord, if I had found you a little later, Mr. Xiao Yan would have had to move all our heads. Is your head injury okay? Where are your clothes..."
"Ah, there are two more down there?" The little novice monk was stunned and nodded, "Oh, they should be the patients and beggars admitted to the Beitian Nursing Home." He looked around, "The dry well is at the back door of the Beitian Hospital. It seems like
It was the senior brother who managed the courtyard who was slack again yesterday and allowed the patient beggar to run out and fall."
After groping for a while about how to put it on, he finally took it off and threw it aside. Fortunately, there was a moon-white undershirt inside, but Ouyang Rong was not happy at all.
"Beitian Almshouse?..." Ouyang Rong was startled, thinking of the mute woman with a broken finger and the old man covered in sores below.
Ouyang Rong didn't say anything.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and said nothing.
"Although you are a nerd, your words are interesting."
"This..." His slightly sunken eye sockets were warmed by the light, and he gently sniffed the unique sandalwood incense from the ancient temple in the mountains.
As for whether the soul is wearing it or wearing it... the face is still the same as before. It looks like it is wearing it, but that's not necessarily the case. What if it is the same person in parallel time and space, but the situation is different, which is possible.
Old Taoist Heyi Qiu couldn't help but laugh, "Hahahahaha..."
In the past, Ouyang Rong would usually just walk away from this kind of opening process without raising his eyes. The only thing that made him care a little in the first two chapters was whether the male protagonist was half as handsome as him.
"Is there anything outside..."
The old Taoist closed his eyes and said, "Don't waste your words. He is a saint, and his realm is different from ours."
The young novice monk immediately stood upright, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Young monk, please call me "Show Hair". You can just call me, County Lord."
He was not frightened by these ups and downs, but... after these ridiculous reasons cleared up the ridiculous misunderstanding, a new and almost certain reality was placed in front of him, and he was a little... even more disappointed.
Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar words "Yunmengze", "Di Gongzha", "Longcheng County", etc., Ouyang Rong's already dizzy head began to feel severe pain as if due to some kind of stress reaction.
The monk Buddha sang once, put his palms together, and continued to recite the scriptures:
"So I heard that there are sentient beings who have fallen into hell today. There are bull-headed jailers and horse-headed Rakshasa, holding spears and spears in their hands. They are driven into the city gate and toward the Infinite Hell. They are animals, ghosts, pus, blood, and ashes.
Miasma is the flying sand that shatters the body, the electricity is the hail that shatters the soul, it is the flesh that blooms and rots and becomes a big mountain of flesh with hundreds of thousands of eyes and endless slurping..."
Ouyang Rong muttered and shivered twice more. It was not that he had caught a cold, but that the whole set of encounters and trends at the moment made him feel very familiar, as familiar as if he had returned home.
This unfamiliar outfit feels "heavy" on the body, and the friction with the skin is also very rough, as if the coarse rag from the balcony is worn on the body. It is in no way comparable to his thickened autumn clothes and down jackets.
Comes soft and comfortable.
"Because the education I received in the past does not allow me to believe everything."
Ouyang Rong pushed everyone away and stumbled out of Beitian Courtyard. He came to an open place with a good view. Looking south at the foot of the mountain, wherever he could see, there were collapsed houses, flooded fields, and wailing women and children...
Also, I don’t know that the master was chanting sutras to himself, and the little mute girl couldn’t speak, so only the two of them could talk normally.
"County Master, we have had a hard time looking for you. Where did you go last night? We searched all night. Master Xiaoyan, who is in charge and looking after you, almost died of panic! We are planning to go down the mountain this morning to inform the Yamen and send someone.
Search the mountain!"
Soon, Ouyang Rong's familiar voice from Master Ignorance came from below:
Ouyang Rong, Heyi Qiu Laodao and the others found a dry place in the dark, sat cross-legged on the spot, and then took off the boots on their right feet.
"What are you looking at?" The old man seemed to be very interested in him, paying attention to him from beginning to end.
Ouyang Rong walked by indifferently. When he passed by the slender mute woman, the latter suddenly stretched out her hand to 'stop' him.
The little novice monk looked at Ouyang Rong, who seemed to be a little emotionally unstable, and said cautiously: "Yes, speaking of it, the reason why Beitian Nursing Home can continue to operate is because of your compassionate heart, the county magistrate. The county government provides funding every year, and we are responsible for taking care of it.
There are some shabby people in the county who are sick, old, weak, sick and disabled. County Lord, did they scare you last night?"
This little novice monk was in his teens, with pretty features and a bright forehead. When he came up to Ouyang Rong and looked at him, it was a little reflective.
This slightly middle-class style did not look like the "old music man" who kept to himself at all, but... the memories and thoughts of the "original body" of a gentleman began to pour out along with the headache.
Ouyang Rong glanced at his shiny little forehead and nodded, "I can do it with my hair. You don't need to help me, I can do it...but I still have a problem."
Most of the small actions happening around them, as well as the various expressions of the monks, were actually seen by someone who was silent and looking down.
"Is there a saint in this world?" Ouyang Rong was curious.
Ouyang Rong discovered that the exit did look like a well, because there was a cylindrical tunnel about one meter in length that connected to the ceiling of the square underground palace below.
Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head, "How do you know I'm a nerd? There are other scholars out there? Do you know me?"
To the east, a red sun is rising slowly from the east-flowing river, staring directly at all creatures who dare to look directly at it.
"She is a mute girl, and you are still waiting for her to speak? Hahahaha..."
Someone sighed, and then confessed in a low voice: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have watched that kind of thing in a Buddhist place."
This night scene was familiar to Ouyang Rong, who often got up early to go to the rooftop to endorse books. It was about to dawn.
Once again, we climbed safely to a position near the exit.
This is a Buddhist question, asking what is the highest truth of Buddhism. Ouyang Rong answered that it is empty and contains no sage.
Even if it was Abi Hell who really stepped on the horse, Ouyang Rong would have to take one look before he could completely give up on this idea.
Looking down, the girl hugging her knees and burying her face actually handed over a sheepskin water bag.
The slender girl just nodded her head lightly, apparently she cherished her words like gold.
"Good guy, my dead memory started to attack me... Wait, I remembered, I am the new county magistrate of Longcheng. On the day I took office, I announced in public that I would cure the flood. As a result... I immediately fell into the water and drowned.
...What kind of unlucky guy is this? What kind of flag should he set up..."
Before Ouyang Rong lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was the urgent shouts of Xiufa and the others...
He suddenly felt that maybe it would be good to stay in the pure land below?
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New year, new beginning, new story, new fencing! (Pouty)