That day, halfway through the Lin'an temple fair, it started to rain heavily.
The rain was pouring down, and the pedestrians who had been there were all taking shelter. The vendors pushed their stalls and hurriedly went home to avoid the rain. "This rain is so heavy, how did it come here?"
"Oh, it's bitter, walk quickly, walk quickly."
After only a short while, there were not many people here. The rain beat on the bluestone bricks, and soon there was only a quiet space. The young detective pursed her lips and stood on the big tree tied with red satin.
Waiting quietly under the tree.
The rain didn't stop, and I don't know how long it had passed. The girl who lowered her head and looked at the reflection of the sky and clouds on the bluestone was suddenly startled. The rain stopped suddenly, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared above her head. The person holding the umbrella was obviously handsome, and the girl felt deep in her heart.
A feeling of anger and grievance suddenly rose up:
"You're a scumbag!"
The sound stopped suddenly.
She stared blankly at the senior brother holding the umbrella. Zhan Zhao held the umbrella and whispered:
"Let's go back..."
The thief broke his promise for the second time.
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"I always feel that Jue is not in a good mood."
"No, it's not not very good, it's very bad."
Many young policemen saw the heroic girl coming out with a sword, and they quickly stopped talking and talking in low voices, and retreated away. They all knew that the big thief had broken the promise, and they always felt that there was something lurking in the entire government office.
A huge storm made people breathless.
The sound of deerskin boots hitting the ground was strong and crisp.
The girl entered the back hall and poured herself a cup of tea on the table, but happened to hear the sound inside. She frowned slightly, thought for a while, and made no sound. She walked quietly to listen. Inside were officials from the nearby city, who were making reports.
Disaster.
There was a flood disaster nearby.
The official reported the report with a smile on his face: "It is all thanks to the Holy One who enjoys the destiny and governs with a clear mind, so he has the blessing of the gods. Your Excellencies work hard, and the sea is peaceful. Therefore, although there are natural disasters, my subordinates work conscientiously, and there is no one in the city."
The casualties are really God’s blessing for our Song Dynasty..."
"No casualties?"
The official stroked his beard and said, "Yes."
"There was another thief who wanted to take advantage of this natural disaster to cause trouble. He was captured and killed on the spot."
"It is the Jiangnan thief Pioyuan."
"Haha... This man is young and not worthy of fear, yet he dares to act recklessly while I am controlling the water."
"There was no time to report the incident to the superior, so out of desperation, I had no choice but to kill him."
"It's just like killing a mad dog."
"Abandon the corpse in the street and let the insects and ants peck at it."
"Ha...it's not fair, it's not fair."
The young girl's movements froze.
Zhan Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly.
And with a polite smile on his face, the official explained how he worked hard to overcome this natural disaster. How arrogant the thief was, he was filled with righteous indignation, and finally led the policemen to kill him.
Come.
But what he faced was Bao Zheng.
But at this time, the two policemen who were with him seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. One of them kicked the fat official to the ground, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Is this what you call asking for credit, sir?
!”
He turned over, knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Bao makes the decision."
"At that time, the dog official had already run away first. The city was in ruins and was in danger. The official saw with his own eyes that it was him who saved people."
"My mother, my children, and many others... were all saved by him."
"The lower officials are incompetent and can only watch him..."
The middle-aged man took off his official hat, kowtowed heavily, and said in a choked voice:
"... He blocked the river with his sword and died from exhaustion."
A crisp breaking sound sounded.
Several people in the back hall subconsciously turned around and saw the girl in red standing there blankly. She opened her mouth and was speechless. Zhan Zhao immediately took a step forward, stretched out his arm and said: "Junior Sister Jue,
You go out first."
The girl lost her mind and walked around her senior brother, staggering towards the kneeling head catcher.
He murmured: "He...is dead?"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and took out something from his arms, holding it with both hands, and said with some difficulty:
"He said……"
"Sorry for missing the appointment..."
Inside the white cloth is a hairpin broken in two.
The girl opened her mouth and recalled what she said when they first met.
'With your dirty money?'
"This hairpin is not dirty..."
The girl was in a daze for a moment, but she felt the world shaking. Then she saw the nervous faces of her senior brother and Master Bao. She was just wondering why they had become so tall. Then she realized why she fell to the ground. It was strange why it was raining.
Already...
Hey, it’s raining heavily...
The girl's face was dull, and tears remained uncontrollably in her eyes.
He stretched out his hand and subconsciously grabbed Zhan Zhao's arm, his fingers almost digging into his bones with such force.
"He He……"
Zhan Zhao was speechless.
The low sobbing finally couldn't be suppressed anymore and turned into a cry, a suppressed low voice, like the wind.
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"So, junior sister, are you really not going to leave with us?"
Next to the inn, Nan Xia Zhan Zhao was riding a war horse. Bao Zheng was the censor and would not stay in one place for too long. After inspecting all the officials, he had to return to the capital to report on his duties. However, he was wearing red clothes and still had a gold ring and a high ponytail.
But the girl stayed in Jiangnan.
"Don't do anything stupid."
In the end, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but say this.
"Brother, what are you talking about?!"
The girl raised her sword eyebrows and said vigorously, "Could I be that kind of idiot?!"
She looked at the misty and rainy scene ten miles south of the Yangtze River, and her voice softened:
"I just like Jiangnan very much..."
Mr. Bao and Nan Xia Zhan Zhao who came from the capital finally returned to the capital, and the girl in red rode a horse with the sound of horse hooves ticking, walking in the misty alleys of Jiangnan, and never looked back.
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Twenty years later.
"This is really fake..."
"Does that famous arrester from the Six Gates actually have such a past?"
Several young people with heroic faces were dumbfounded when they heard this.
They had never thought that the famous catcher who filled the rivers and lakes and shocked the heroes in the green forest would actually have such a past. When they saw the woman from a distance, she no longer looked like a girl, and her high ponytail had changed into a more solemn appearance.
, with broad sleeves and robes, and a sword across the south of the Yangtze River.
But unlike ordinary people, her bun had two broken hairpins side by side.
The person who told the story was the head of a wealthy businessman in Lin'an Mansion.
Several young police officers said:
"Our Shangguan is the number one arrester in Jiangnan Province. He rode horses through Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, and fell asleep listening to the rain in Zhenjiang under the Jinshan Mountain. There are countless famous people, knights, wealthy businessmen, and even those who have honored him in the world.
Gui wanted to marry her, but in the end she failed. We all said that she actually liked Jiangnan, and that's why she looked down on those people."
The rich businessman who told the story laughed: "This is wrong."
He leaned back and watched the famous hunter, who was as proud as a swallow from the south of the Yangtze River, beating his horse and the sound of the horse's hooves ticking. He thought of the absurd youthful years twenty years ago and said softly:
"She's just waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone?"
"Yes, the celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River, the heroes from the north of the Great Wall, and even the nobles from the capital are all excellent, but these are not the people she is waiting for."
"Then who is she waiting for?"
"Who are you waiting for?"
"Wait for the person from Jiangnan who can catch up."
"Then when will he come? Otherwise..." Several Jiangnan teenagers looked at each other and geared up, "Let's tie up that guy and send him to the adult's door. Hehe, she will definitely reward us."
"Tie someone up and send him away?"
The wealthy businessman couldn't help laughing. He looked into the distance. The Buddha's bell was not resting, and it also brought flying flowers and fallen leaves. In his ears was the sound of red dust, the wind, and the sound of reading.
Jiangnan Road is full of flowers, talented people, and beauties.
There are rows of Buddhist bells and willows in the breeze.
There was also a robber who was the most romantic, the most arrogant in the world.
The wealthy businessman was lost for a long time, and finally said softly: "It's a pity that she can't wait any longer."
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom.
The young girl from Jiangnan, Jiangnan Lao, finally saw white hair on her temples.
By the time the heroic attire turned into the clothes of the six famous arresters, and finally gave up the military uniform and turned into simple and plain clothes, too much time had passed. In front of a tombstone outside Jinshan Temple, the white-haired
The woman leans against the tombstone.
Pour down a jug of strong wine.
There was still a hint of the heroic spirit in his eyes, and he said softly:
"It's been many years. Speaking of which, Jiangnan is indeed very good. It's as good as it was back then."
"Speaking of which, I actually don't miss you anymore."
"The old man is selling charcoal. Although the little girl has changed a lot, the flowers in Jiangnan are still beautiful. The boy who makes soup cakes got married and gave birth to a child. The child is promising. He passed away years ago.
, there are also people selling soup cakes.”
"The taste is also very good, but sometimes I feel that it is not as good as the food I used to eat."
"The taste of the red dust in Jiangnan is still very strong, and the stars at night are also bright."
"The prosperity in the south of the Yangtze River is not inferior to that in the sky."
"Jiangnan is so good that I even forgot about you."
There is a monk behind him.
The woman said: "Master Fahai."
"The poor monk's life is about to end, so he came to visit his old friend today."
"Yeah?"
The monk put down the sacrifices he had brought.
The white-haired woman gently touched the tombstone with her fingers and suddenly said:
"...Master, you said, this life has passed, but is there any talk about the next life?"
True Buddhist cultivation does not cultivate the afterlife, but the monk was silent for a long time and said with certainty:
"There will be."
The woman seemed to have a lot more to say. She wanted to talk about whether she would see him or not, but she seemed to have nothing to say at this time. She knew that this was just the monk's compassion, and there was nothing else in the world.
Past and present life, so in the end I just smiled lightly, looked at the tombstone, and said:
"Yeah?"
"It would be best if you are still in Jiangnan."
The monk was speechless.
He turned around and left, walking back up the mountain step by step.
What happened that year, the snake demon was suppressed under the Jinshan Temple for a thousand years, and its cultivation was transformed into the south of the Yangtze River to warm the mountains and rivers here. The time of a thousand years is endless, which is a punishment more painful than death... And Xu Xian finally became a monk at the Jinshan Temple.
, when Fahai went up the mountain, he saw the same old and peaceful monk from Qingdeng Ancient Temple. The two just nodded to each other.
Bai Suzhen, who came to repay her kindness, ended up accidentally killing her benefactor.
Xu Xian, a loving couple, finally became a monk.
Husband and wife are in the same place, but they move as if they are participating in a business meeting, and they will never see each other again in this life.
There are no more big thieves in Jiangnan.
However, the famous arrester has Jiangnan.
It was me who wanted to save others but failed to protect my friend in the end.
In anger, he spent his whole life cultivating.
All emotions are evil.
All life is suffering.
In other words, it's just you, but I feel more at ease.
The monk looked gentle and climbed up the pagoda with some difficulty. Then, under the exclamation of each disciple, he actually climbed over the pagoda and sat on the pagoda alone. He saw the tide of Qiantang River and the sound of wind in the distance.
Coming, people's hearts are open, and the Buddha bell is heavy. Because of the suppression of Bai Suzhen, Fahai's cultivation is gone. Looking at the tide in the distance, listening to the bell, it seems that the big thief is lying there with his arms on his pillow, smiling.
Ask yourself:
"O Fa Hai, where is the Dharma?"
The old monk put his hands together and answered with a smile:
"Amitabha……"
"Buddhism can only be found in the world of mortals."
Qiantang tide news comes like thunder.
The Buddhist bell rang out for the last time.
PS: Today’s first update... 3,400 words.
The story ends with one more chapter than expected.