Three days ago;

Late spring, night rain, Bashan.

The night rain on a spring night is always sad, especially in Bashan Mountains, lonely mountains, sloping stone paths, and ink-like moss marks. The miserable past of many predecessors and famous heroes have been buried under the moss marks. How many spring flowers have turned into mud before they have even emerged.

There is a line of footprints on the spring mud, and the footprints that were left only after the rain stopped last night.

It's raining again tonight.

In the vast misty clouds and night rain, at the end of the stone path, there is a Taoist temple. The incense has been gone for a long time and the people have also gone forever. The sword energy of the past has never seen each other again.

Since the Bashan swordsman Gu, who was famous all over the world for "The Return of the Wind and Dance of Willow Swords" in the past, disappeared without knowing the fairy tale, except for his son Xiao Taoist Gu, who started a new life, his children have also scattered;

This Taoist temple, which was once regarded as a holy place by young people who were obsessed with swords, has gradually faded away. All that is left is some mythical legends and a sword mark on the stage.

However, in recent days, whenever the wind is clear and the moon is white, the woodcutters and hunters nearby can often see a lonely lamp illuminated in the Taoist temple.

There are lamps, there are people.

Who is coming back here? Why?

It rained late tonight, and the lonely lamp lit up again. Sitting alone under the lamp, I was neither a child from Bashan's disciple nor a Taoist.

Having lived alone in this lonely and deserted Taoist temple for two years, he was actually a monk. A sloppy monk who often didn't eat for several days and didn't take a bath for several months. This monk sometimes even didn't speak for many years.

On this night, two more people came from this Taoist temple.

Both of them are quite tall. They are wearing the same two black cloaks and the same two black felt hats, with a very wide brim. They are wearing very low, covering their faces.

Walking here from the sloping stone path, trampling on the spring mud of countless fallen flowers. One of them seemed very tired, and the other often had to stop and wait to help him.

The monk under the lamp knew that they were coming tens of thousands of feet away. But the monk did not move.

Although the light was flashing and the monk did not move or even reacted at all. Until the two men walked through the courtyard in front of the Taoist temple and came to his hut, the monk did not even react at all. This monk did not grow old, but had entered a meditation.

There was no response to the knock on the door. The two people who came across the mountain in the rain were the only ones who pushed the door open.

Although the lights were not on, they still illuminated the two people and their mouths and chins under the shadow of the brim of the hat.

Both of them have pointed chins, but their lines are very soft, and their mouths are more plump and soft. Only women have such a mouth. A woman with such a mouth is undoubtedly a very attractive woman.

Two beautiful women visited Bashan in the night rain and visited a monk who had entered meditation like an old monk.

Are they crazy? Are there anything wrong with them?

If they are neither crazy nor have any problems, there must be a very good reason, and it must be for a very serious matter.

Two beautiful women traveled across the deserted mountains to find a sloppy monk. What could it be for?

Two women come to find a monk, what will happen?

.........

.........

The old monk is still like an old monk entering into meditation.

The woman who walked faster, had better physical strength, and had a tall figure stretched out a snow-white hand, and in a position that was almost more graceful than dancing, took off the felt hat on her head, and swung it with a swing, and the raindrops on the hat sprinkled out. In the light, it looked like a string of shining pearls.

The long hair that was originally tied in her hat fell like rain. It covered half of her face, but revealed the other half of her face. Her dark and slender eyebrows, bright eyes, and a smile on her lips. Spring has really arrived in the world.

The monk looked at the nose and the nose, and he seemed to have never seen such a woman in front of him.

But she seemed very familiar with this monk, and even said to him with a very intimate attitude: "Monk, everyone else says you are honest. If there are only 100,000 people in the world, at least 99,999 people will say you are honest."

The woman said again, "But!——In my opinion, you monk is really not honest at all."

This woman has a slender and elegant figure, and her posture is graceful and gentle. Every movement is gentle and gentle. Only when she comes from a very educated and noble family can she have such a charm. However, when she talks to this mysterious and weird poor monk, she suddenly becomes like a little nun who fools around in the monk temple all day long.

The monk finally couldn't help but speak: "What's the point of being dishonest?"

"You told others that you were going to Wutai Mountain to sit in the gates, but you secretly hid in the Taoist temple. I went to heaven and earth to look for you, and it took five or six days to find it." She said, "How honest do you think you are?"

The monk sighed, "What are you looking for the monk?" He said with a bitter face: "The monk doesn't eat beef soup."

This girl is the "beef soup" on the overseas unknown island. She is called "Princess", no! She is the "palace master", but people are used to calling her "beef soup", and monks are used to calling him, Miss Niu!

Beef Soup said with a smile: "Actually, you must also understand in your heart that I will definitely not have any good things when I look for you."

The monk said with a bitter face, "Amitabha, Buddha bless you, the monk only hopes that the matter you are asking me for is not too bad this time."

"Not only isn't bad, but it's also great." The beef soup stretched out a delicate jade finger, which tasted innocent;

The monk was puzzled: "Oh?"

"This time I'm looking for you to do something that is good enough for you, that is, what you said, to cultivate great merits." Miss Niu said: "If you do two more things like this, you will become an Arhat sooner or later!"

"What kind of arhat can you become? Kill arhat?", the monk sighed and said;

The big eyes of the beef soup blinked and laughed: "It's good to kill chickens and arhats! They are always big and small, and they are not much worse than subduing dragons and subduing tigers."

The monk smiled bitterly: "Miss Niu, can you spare me this time? Do you think the monk really doesn't know why you came to me for this time?"

"You know?", Beef Soup squinted his eyes. A flash of light flashed in his eyes;

"I can think of it with my butt...I won't join you!", the monk said, "It's a pity that the monk will never do such a stupid thing again this time! I can't harm people any more..."

"But you've already hurt it!", the beef soup was laughing and sneering.

"Amitabha!" The monk clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, showing great guilt!

"But... this time I asked you not to kill the chicken, but to save the chicken!" Ms. Niu said: "He may really die! Are you not in a hurry at all?"

"No, no hurry at all." The monk said slowly: "The monk has calculated his fortune for him, but he will not die."

Beef Soup laughed and said, "No matter what, you have to save him."

The monk said, "Why?"

"Because you are his good friend!" Miss Niu blinked her eyes and said as if she was laughing sarcastically, "Who in the world doesn't know that the honest monk is Lu Xiaoji's good friend? He is in danger. If you don't go to find him, wouldn't it be a pity for you to laugh?"

This monk is actually the number one raider in Buddhism and an honest monk all over the world. It is said that he has never said a dishonest thing in his life, but if someone must force him to tell the truth, that person will soon be unable to speak again.

It is said that once he was robbed on a ferry in the Yellow River. He said that the robbers believed him. After the group stole it, he chased after him, admitted that he was lying, and handed over all the money he had on him. The next morning, the group of thieves suddenly died in their thieves' den for no reason...

If Miss Niu wants to touch someone, she can really tell the dead to be alive, but the honest monk seems to have not even heard a word: "No matter what you say, it is useless. Anyway, the monk has already eaten the scales this time and is determined. If he can't go, he won't go."

Beef soup said: "Is this true?"

The honest monk emphasized his tone and said, "Take it seriously."

The beef soup smiled and asked, "Is it true?"

The honest monk emphasized again: "It's true!"

Beef Soup sighed: "So, I have to tell you a story."

The story she told was like this: "In the past, there was a monk who said that he was so honest that he never had any meat or fish, nor was he close to women. When he met a woman, he didn't even dare to look at him! He really didn't dare to look at him, because he had to look at least seven or eight hundred times when he looked at him."

"Once he actually talked about love with a woman and talked about love, and a little girl named 'Xiaodou'. This little girl has a very pitiful background. She grew up in a Lehu, and is weak and sick, so our very honest monk sympathizes with her and pity her."

"It doesn't matter if you're pitiful, but the most important thing is that Yuri loves you, and you love them endlessly. The only regret is that he is a monk and a famous and honest monk. He can't get a few thousand taels of silver to redeem a girl in the Lehu family, and he can't rob her from the yard tomorrow."

"So the passionate monk had to quietly go with hatred, hide in a place he thought others would never find, and go to miss him hard and regret his love." At this point, the beef soup paused for a moment, stared at the honest monk and asked, "Do you say this story sound good?"

Hearing this, the honest monk's face was already very haggard, and almost lost his blood. It took him a long time to answer: "It sounds not good."

"I don't think it sounds nice, either," said Beef Soup. "I don't like such a sad story." She sighed, "But this story is real, it's true, it's true."

"Oh?", the honest monk raised his head.

Beef Soup stared at the monk for a long time, and suddenly asked again: "Do you know who the monk is mentioned in this story?"

The honest monk stammered his lips and said for a long time, "I...I know."

Beef Soup smiled and said, "Tell me it."

The honest monk started sweating on his forehead, but he still struggled to answer: "The monk in this story is me."

Miss Niu smiled and sighed: "No matter what, the honest monk is still worthy of being an honest monk after all, and he really never lie."

She suddenly pulled another girl in a black cloak to the honest monk. She took off her felt hat and took off her handsome and thin, charming face, with tears on her cheeks - "Look at who she is?"

The honest monk was stunned. Of course he knew who she was. He would never recognize her if the moon was gone and the stars fell.──Little Douzi, how could it be you?Little Douzi's tears are like beans.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Miss Niu wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She even wanted to leave. She walked far away so that they could get together alone and talk to each other about their longing.

Unexpectedly, the honest monk called her instead: "I have something to see, too."

Beef soup. said: "What do you want me to see?"

The honest monk did not answer, but slowly lifted up his ragged and wide monk robe, revealing his legs. The beef soup was stunned again. The legs she saw were no longer like one pair of legs. But like two broken dead branches. Not only were they thin, they were simply shriveled and deteriorated.

What is even more unexpected is that there is a very thick iron chain locked on the ankles of these legs.

"The lock is a fine product of the 'Qiqiaotang'. I saved a long time to buy it. The key has been thrown into the valley by me. No one in the world can open it." The monk said, "There is a woodcutter at the foot of the mountain who brings a bowl of rice every day. There is also a water bottle."

The beef soup couldn't help asking, "Why do you do this?"

In fact, she also knew that this sentence should not only not be asked, but also asked redundantly.──When a person is in the night rain of Bashan, his heart is next to a poor person among the bright lights and wine. How could he control himself and not let himself see her?

If a person who is never moved, he will be out of control. Who can control such emotions like a mountain torrent suddenly burst out? After all, honest monks are also human beings, and they are in the world. Even sages can't forget their feelings, let alone people in the world?

So he can only use this method to lock himself in order to avoid misleading others and yourself.

Miss Niu's eyes were also wet, as if she was a little moved, and she sighed. What else could she say in this situation? She had to leave. Unexpectedly, the honest monk called her again.

He only told the beef soup: "Although Lu Xiaofeng jumped out of the air, smiled, and sometimes even talked nonsense, sometimes he would say a word or two of his truth." The monk said: "Once he said a word after drinking, I have never forgotten it."

Beef Soup raised his head and said, "What did he say?"

The honest monk said, "He said that he never dared to talk nonsense only in front of two people."

Beef soup said: "Why?"

"Because there are only these two people in this world who can kill him," the monk said, "One is Korean, and the other is..."

Beef soup robbed: "Who is it?"

The honest monk said, "Ximen Chuxue!"
To be continued...