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Chapter 266 Two Red Tickets
"Amitabha, the poor monk looked at the faces of the two female Bodhisattvas, and he was astonished as a celestial being, not an ordinary person, extremely rich and honorable, it's wonderful!"

In the early morning, in front of the Buddha Hall, Master Shandao came slowly, stroking his beard and smiling in a fairy-like way.

Except for the delicate and dumb girl who bent slightly and returned politely.

Neither Xue Zhongzhu nor Old Monster Sun showed any signs.

Master Shandao calmly sized up the strange combination of the three, turned his head and smiled kindly at the delicate girl who seemed to be in a low mood, and said:

"My Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, you have the appearance of a flourishing husband. Your beautiful appearance is very lovable. It is probably also a fate in love. Right now, you are frowning. Does it seem to be hurt by love? Is it difficult to have both?

"There is also this female Bodhisattva, although her complexion is cold and cold, but she has peach blossoms suddenly, she seems to have a doomed enemy..."

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head sideways, and was taken aback for a while.

With his back to the old monk's candle in the snow, the surrounding air suddenly cooled down.

Master Shandao still doesn't know it.

Old Monster Sun was cheerful, and said in a rage: "The bald donkey said it well, if you know how to say it, then say more."

Master Shandao glanced at Old Daoist Qiu Qiu, and ignored this colleague who was suspected of stealing his job.

"It just so happens that this temple is very effective in seeking marriage." The old monk spoke to himself, turned around and gestured to the Buddhist hall behind him:

"Many benefactors who lost their way at the foot of the mountain came to this hall to inquire about marriage... For those who wish to do so, would the two female Bodhisattvas be willing to enter the hall for a try?"

Old Monster Sun covered his sleeves with both hands, smiling and squinting at Master Shandao, looking forward to encouragement, mixed with a look at future inmates.

But Xue Zhongzhu seemed to be thinking about it, so he ignored it and walked forward.

Zhao Qingxiu and others followed.

Master Shandao persevered, chased after him, rummaged through the sleeves of his cassock, and took out a box of bamboo tubes.

"The two female Bodhisattvas, please stay. If you are in a hurry, this temple also provides a simple service for seeking marriage. You only need to reverently shake the marriage lottery tube twice, and a lottery will fly out. It is specially prepared for the Bodhisattva benefactors who are in a hurry to go down the mountain..."

Seemingly recalling Master Shandao's words just now, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help looking at the old monk more, and hesitated a little.

Master Shandao hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube.

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't easily refuse, just as her finger touched the stick, Xue Zhongzhu beside her suddenly waved her hand.

It also touched the lottery, and the marriage lottery was blown away.

Master Shandao was astonished.

"Clatter, clatter—!" The bamboo sticks in the tube slammed into each other.

But immediately, a rather strange scene happened.

I saw the bamboo tube falling to the ground and rolling, most of the bamboo sticks stayed in the tube safe and sound, but two bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper flew out alone.

Coincidentally, one of the whirling balls hit Zhao Qingxiu's skirt, and the other flew down to Xue Zhongzhu's feet.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

All four of them stopped.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down, picked up the red ticket, and opened the red paper seriously with a small face.

Beside her, Old Freak Sun was amazed. The good old Taoist priest took a closer look with his pointed head, and read out instead of the dumb:

"The mountain is poor and the river is full of doubts, there is no way out, and there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright?"

"Amitabha! This female Bodhisattva is indeed the right one, the best lottery."

Master Shandao quickly rectified his appearance, clasped his palms together, looked like a master, with a solemn face, and unwrapped his signature:

"Although the road to love is difficult, don't quit your labors. As long as you have a strong heart, you have a home in front of you, and you have a dream of Huaigen, and you will come to the end of all hardships. Remember to remember."

Zhao Qingxiu paused, bit her lower lip lightly, and stared at the words on the red sign, "Ahhhhhh..."

Hard work comes...

Old Monster Sun glanced at Xue Zhongzhu, who had a very bad expression on his face, held back his smile, and said:

"Hey, what about the big lady?"

The old Taoist priest, Zhao Qingxiu, and Master Shandao all turned their heads to look.

At this moment, the waist-length blond fox-white fur woman stood still, a bamboo stick fell in front of her high boots, and she didn't have the slightest intention to pick it up.

Curious old man Qiu Qiu bent down to pick up the bamboo stick on the ground, but in the next second, the bamboo stick disappeared from his vision.

At the foot of the candle in the snow, a marriage bamboo stick was turned into powder by the sword energy and disappeared from the world.

"Nubi-nosed old bald donkey, looking for death?" She squinted coldly.

"..." Old Monster Sun.

"What are you looking at?" Xue Zhongzhu was not angry with his seventh junior sister who looked at him stupidly: "Let's go!"

Xue Zhongzhu held Zhao Qingxiu's wrist and left with a cold face.

Old Monster Sun followed obediently. Before leaving, he turned his head with a righteous face:
"Do you know who she is? The marriage is counted to the head of the master. Hey, I don't know whether you, old bald donkey, have good eyesight or poor eyesight.

"This kind of deception is so good, it's almost enough to coax the dumb girl. Do you think this master will be self-willed like the dumb girl?"

The old Taoist sneered.

The trio with strange collocations left quickly.

Only Master Shandao was left stunned, standing where he was, looking at the ground, and rubbing his eyes.

After a while, I looked around and saw no one. The old monk had a frowning face and muttered something like "female benefactors from other places are too rude", "Hey, I lost a lot of lottery for nothing before the opening in the early morning".

Master Shandao sighed for a while, raised his hand and stroked his bald head, and returned to the hall in embarrassment, just in time to meet the little novice monk with beautiful hair who was jumping around and holding a stick.

The latter seemed to be about to run back into the hall, bumped into Master Shandao, and bowed obediently:
"Master."

Master Shandao nodded solemnly, and asked solemnly, "Well, what are you doing?"

"There is a new female benefactor in the temple looking for a disciple to ask for a lottery..."

Xiufa said cheerfully, but before she finished speaking, the new stick in her arms disappeared. The little novice stared blankly, looked down, then looked up again, only to see that the master had taken the new stick.

Master Shandao straightened his cassock, stepped into the hall with a benevolent expression on his face, and said without looking back:
"Well, let's go as a teacher, you have a rest, by the way..."

Before leaving, Master Shandao handed over an old stick that was stained with dust and had scratches, and said:

"If the root stick is lost, go to the apse and cut a bamboo to mend it."

Xiufa stared blankly at the back of master Shi Shiran leaving, speechless.

After a while, with the old damaged stick, he went to the apse dejectedly.

The little novice was diligent, and quickly cut a new bamboo stick, and took a new red paper from the Buddhist scriptures as a bookmark, dipped it in ink and picked up the pen.

"what."

The little monk who signed all the signatures by heart scratched his head with the end of a brush and muttered:
"Which stick is missing."

Xiufa rummaged through the existing sticks, but felt that it was too troublesome, so she turned around and fetched a book of marriage signing, poured out all the bamboo sticks, compared them one by one with the illustrations, and did the elimination method.

After a while, he nodded suddenly: "I found it."

In the unmanned hall, the little novice wrote on red paper and read softly while writing:
"The sound of the wind playing with the bamboo is only the sound of the golden pendant; the moon moves the shadow of the flower, and it is suspected that it is the jade man.

"Well, it's a lottery on the root, the moon is under the moon before the flowers, the chickens and dogs hear each other, the old moon sees each other off, good things are coming... this is a 'Ruyu Liangren' who is approaching and has met, but the lottery still doesn't know it ah."

Xiufa muttered: "It's not difficult for the little monk at all, but why does the master still not let the little monk become a master? Is there still a trick that I haven't mastered?"

The little novice scratched his bright bald head, sighed, threw a stick into the bamboo tube, and made it up again.

"With so many signatures, the cause and effect of this world is really complicated, and it is also worrying."

The hall was empty, and no one responded.

……

In a silent underground palace.

During the day, the light is slightly brighter, but it is still claustrophobic and quiet.

I saw a withered monk sitting in the darkness away from the lotus pedestal in the center.

Right now, the figures of Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Sun Laoguai and others have long since disappeared.

Everything seems to be resolved, the dust settles, and no one comes.

The haggard monk, who was forgotten by everyone in the underground palace, held a pack of mung bean cakes wrapped in oiled paper in his palm, and was chewing and tasting with relish.

This is the dumb girl with a sword, who is full of aura and has a relationship with Buddha, stomps her feet before walking, bends down and hands it to Xiuzhen.

In order to thank her, Xiuzhen was full of regret after she and old Taoist Crane Qiu insisted on entering the Infernal Hell, and recited scriptures for a long time to pray for blessings.

Even when a certain desperate young magistrate climbed up twice, Xiuzhen never read such a long verse to pray for him.

Well, I don't know who Xiuzhen learned this "face" from...

After eating the cakes, Xiuzhen sat there blankly, facing a huge underground palace.

Alone.

But at this moment, if someone came closer and took a closer look, they would find that the withered monk was not in a daze.

He sat on the spot, clasped his hands together, and stared intently at the Buddha Jataka painting on the wall of the underground palace in front of him.

It seemed that something was deeply attracting him.

But to be precise, apart from the "Prince Sattva sacrificed his life to feed the tiger" Buddha Jataka on the east wall and the "Sibi King Cutting Meat and Trading Pigeons" Buddha Jataka on the south wall, the other two Jatakas are The painting attracted the attention of the monk Xiuzhen.

On the east side of the mural of "Prince Satu sacrificed himself to feed a tiger", after a young county magistrate first rescued the Di Gongzha incident, Xiuzhen no longer watched it.

As for the mural of "King Sibi Cutting Meat and Trading Pigeons" on the south side...

On July [-]th, another young county magistrate replaced Ah Qing and was abducted by the Liu family's third young master and others to the underground palace.

Xiuren lived at home, and the pot came from the sky, causing disasters in the pond, and was knocked down by the third young master of the Liu family. Then he slowly woke up in the scene of bloody corpses, and stopped observing the murals on the south side.

Now, in the eyes of the haggard monk, there are still two murals of Buddha Jataka left.

In the silent underground palace, Xiuzhen turned her back to the east wall, and stared at the Buddha Jataka mural on the west side with dull eyes.

Not long ago, Xiuzhen, who witnessed the scene of an infatuated dumb girl rescuing her lover, suddenly got up.

He walked to the mural on the west side of the underground palace.

In the darkness, the haggard monk smiled and nodded:

"My little monk saw the 'Qi'. In the endless hell, there is also the 'Qi' of light. The donors all walked out of the painting, Amitabha."

The monk's face gradually became solemn, and he turned his head suddenly:
"Hey, there is another painting, why is there no one inside?"

After years of sitting and waiting for his breath, he was full of confusion, looking at the last mural in the north, "Moonlight King Shishou".

Suddenly, the withered monk fell to the ground and fell into madness again.

……

Ouyang Rong suddenly discovered that it was not a simple "arc".

To be precise...it is a curved surface.

Neither a point nor a line.

But noodles.

It is about half a foot long.

If you want to describe the shape, it looks like a petal of a blue pansy, which is also called an iris in later generations.

The "petals" are thinner than paper, transparent like water, and have a clear blue streamer like the clear sky, flowing slowly on it.

At this moment, it was pinched by Ouyang Rong's two fingers, slowly pulled out from nothingness, and pinched between his fingers.

Ouyang Rong didn't blink his eyes, staring at this unique "petal" in the world.

It is called "Jiangzuo", and it was made by the old swordsmith, and it is the most proud work in his life.

Ouyang Rong observed it carefully for the first time, and became the first person in the world to observe its true appearance.

After looking at it for a while, he felt familiar and strange at the same time.

Familiarity comes from the curvature of this "petal".

Its arc is also the most representative, and it is also the shape of subjective impressions and misunderstandings that fell in the eyes of everyone before.

But Ouyang Rong felt familiar for a long time, now watching the sword from a close distance, he said "It really is so".

This perfect arc is exactly what he used to fold the blue butterfly paper flower with cardboard:
The arc is made up of Pythagorean triangles.

Ouyang Rong suddenly threw an "arc" casually.

"Craftsmanship" dances in a circle and hangs in the air.

Ouyang Rong circled it with his hands behind his back, looking at it with his eyes.

Surprise flashed across his eyes. The main body was a "craftsmanship" with a curved surface like a petal. After detaching from the palm, it seemed to escape into the void and switched states.

No matter from which angle you look at it, he is a clear blue "arc" line.

"Does it return to reality after being touched by someone holding a sword... When the sword is clothed, suspended in the air, is it another state?"

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

"I learned my iris origami method..." Ouyang Rong said to himself: "The Pythagorean triangle itself is the most stable structure, and the 'arc' formed by stacking the Pythagorean triangle is extremely stable and the world's first-class sharp..."

He shook his head:

"This knowledge of arithmetic and geometry should not have existed in this world before. It is worthy of being a top swordsmith, with such a top-level aesthetic, and insight into the essence at a glance, and the use of it is amazing...

"A swordsmith who is not a master of aesthetics is not a good mathematician, right?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help complaining.

The clear blue "arc" floating quietly in front of him is indeed magnificent, so beautiful that he couldn't help but have an urge to test its sharpness immediately.

Unknowingly, the original killing intent in my heart was aroused.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and suppressed his desire.

"Big Brother!"

At this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard, and a woman rushed to open the courtyard door.

Junior sister?Ouyang Rong came back to his senses.

He immediately closed his eyes and restrained his aura.

But it was soon discovered that the "craftsmanship" that had lost the supply of spiritual energy was not as virtual as it used to be.

It fell alone in the air.

It seems that after being pulled back to reality by him, it can no longer be blurred at will.

Or...it finally got rid of the sword furnace in Dragon City.

In the future, we can only rely on the small world of the sword holder to act as a new sword furnace to provide nutrients.

The falling "craftsmanship" split the wooden bench below into two like mud.

"Ding!" There was a clear and melodious sound, and it was already lying on the ground.

Most of the bright blue color on the sword body faded, and now it looks like a piece of iris petal-shaped glazed piece with light blue color.

Myths come into reality and become mediocre.

Even if this tripod sword was worn on the woman's black silk hair as a hairpin, no one would probably notice it.

Ouyang Rong was in a hurry, the Mohist sword case was not at the moment, he had an idea, and put this piece of hairpin... no, it was a tripod sword, and sandwiched it in a thick Buddhist scripture.

Holding the book in one arm, the young county magistrate turned around to greet the little junior sister...

　Nuanyang is a real big boss, this silver party (referring to wholesale rewards) finally called me!Kai Sen!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)