Great Sui Guoshi

Lu Liangsheng, who was dressed in a solemn national teacher's robe, stood under the banner of the Sui Dynasty, and looked away from the shouting crowd below, as if he felt something, turned his gaze, and looked at the cloudy sky in the distance, the wind was blowing on his face, and his heart was surging The surging excitement subsided.

Behind the clouds that ordinary people cannot see, a red light dragged its tail and flew towards this world.

The eighth volume of clouds shines red, and the calamity of heaven and earth begins from the beginning.

Chapter 441 It's Beautiful

Spring goes to summer, and the annoying cicadas sounded.

Pedestrians pass by on the official road, and in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an, noisy car shafts and human voices are transmitted to roadside tea shops. After hurriedly looking at the debris on the ground, and the dispute between the ranger and the fat monk over there, he continued to talk.

"...you have only come to Chang'an now, if you come two days earlier, there will be a big show."

"What's the matter, what happened in the city?"

"Hey, you don't know, His Majesty has appointed a national teacher."

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The two talking aroused the curiosity of the neighboring tables. The ranger who had a dispute over there took a sip of tea and drove the monk away. Going to the clerk's hand, smiling vertically and curtly, and walked out of the teahouse.

The official road extends past the city wall, and outside the wide-open city gate, a long queue of people standing in line stretches to the front of the ancient city tower. Men, women, old and young, carrying baskets or wearing simple clothes, lead children to accept soldiers in the queue check.

The news about the conferment of the national teacher two days ago and the sacrifice to heaven spread, and many people rushed to Chang'an to watch the excitement. Counting the businessmen who went in and out of the city gate on weekdays, the degree of scrutiny was much higher than in the past.

The place where news from teahouses and restaurants in the city gathers is where the story of the Furong Pond's magic sacrifice to the heavens is compiled into a more mysterious story with added oil and vinegar, and it is told to the tea and drinkers over and over again. There were no seats left.

"Your Majesty today is a sage and enlightened monarch. He took over the world from the Chaohun monarch in the past. He swept the world and was invincible. He also loved the people like a son, so that the poor and the poor can have enough to eat..."

It is always the opening practice of storytellers to praise the current emperor first.

"...Later, I heard that there was a great sage in the world, surnamed Lu, named Liangsheng, so I went to ask him to come out to help me, just like Liu Xuande at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Please move, if you want to know who this Lu Guoshi is? Then there is something to be said. It is rumored that he was a tribute in the Southern Dynasties. Lord Chen Chaohun was blind and asked him to perform tricks in the palace examination. Lu Lang was extremely disappointed and furious. Then I smashed the golden palace of the faint king. Everyone should know that this is not something that ordinary people can do. That Lu Lang is a master who taught the magic of Tongxuan. He is omnipotent and has read the books of saints. Great Confucian Uncle Hua Gong, you can turn the sun, the moon and the stars with your hand, and write thousands of chapters with your pen...."

The story is told from the storyteller, it must satisfy the tastes of the listeners, and they can't help but urge them.

"And then? Let's talk about it quickly! Come here, buddy, and give a reward!"

Hearing the generous words, the storyteller slapped the gavel.

"Speaking of Lu Lang, he is from Qixia Mountain. He is more than ten years old, and his appearance is even more handsome. He is a rare talent in Nan Chen's century. In the Sui Dynasty, I met His Majesty today, so I was worshiped as the national teacher of the current dynasty... Speaking of the great sacrifice two days ago, some of you don't know, but the old man was not far away that day, and I met the national teacher With a wave of arms, the sky and clouds changed color, thunder and lightning intersected, and in the Hibiscus Pond, the water waves churned one after another, as if there was a dragon stirring in it..."

On the next street, pedestrians were disturbing and shouting, children were chasing and playing, and the adult next to him with a basket scolded, turned around and continued to gather with his acquainted neighbors and friends, and what he said was probably a natural vision that day, after all I have never heard of the matter of Feng Guoshi.

"...Oh, I was at the house of Mrs. Li's cousin Lao Wang next door. He was sitting in Quchifang, very close to the river. I sat down on the ground and almost couldn't get up."

"There was thunder and lightning that day, and I saw it too. Fortunately, it was far away. I heard that the national teacher appointed by His Majesty is doing it?"

"Isn't that right...it's on the platform next to Furong Pond, it's so tall."

Opposite the speaking woman, another woman in floral cloth frowned slightly.

"Hey, by the way, I just remembered, what did you go to Mrs. Li's cousin's house next door? You don't know each other."

"me....."

Not far away, the child who was chasing and playing yelled "Ouch", the woman turned her head, and the two children were sitting on the ground, rubbing their heads, and there was a fat monk wearing a khaki monk's robe beside him.

He hurriedly ran over to help the child up, and slapped his ass: "I told you not to run, and you still haven't apologized to Master!"

"I... Buddha is kind, compassionate."

The fat monk looked at the child with tears in his eyes, and bowed to the woman.

"Yes, poor monk, hurry up, the road, just collided..."

"I didn't fall, I apologize to the master for not falling."

Before he could finish his stammering words, the woman slapped the dust off the child, said no to the fat monk, and left without going to the neighbors on the street.

The monk shook his head, twitched the big copper rings on his ears, and walked through the noisy long street with his seal upright. He occasionally asked passers-by, got advice, and followed the direction he inquired to a place called Furong Pond, Minfula. Going in and out with a bucket cart, the stone bricks are neatly paved to the dirt road, extending to the front, and a terrace and a stone fence are built along the lake to watch the lake. There are groups of wild ducks on the wide water surface, and there are long shadows slipping under the water between the waves. , set off waves.

The monk turned his gaze, and the city wall in the distance stretches, a small hill that does not belong here, the forest is green, surrounded by a little cloud and mist, and the mountain gate can be seen standing tall, and on the newly carved stone tablet next to it, there are three inscriptions in red paint - Longevity Temple.

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know know know...

Knowing——

The noon sun shone through the temple in the forest, and the summer cicadas that had shed their heavy shells climbed on the trees, neighing one after another.

Toad Taoist returned the little yellow duck back to the ducks by the lake at noon, came back with the flippers on his back, sat on the small deck chair, listened to the cicadas, yawned sleepily, stretched his short legs, and hung Flicking his flippers, humming a little song, he picked up the newly written recipe and looked through it.

On the square of the pool not far away, eight big men "drink!"

Old Sun, who was passing by, waved his hand to indicate the things in his hands, thinking of the gluttonous toad, the scholar of Lu University, who was locked in his room for the past two days and buried himself in the pages of books, still made some wild game for him to nourish his body. just work.

"Little Taoist priest, what food did you bring back?"

On the small reclining chair at the door, Taoist Toad pressed the recipe, revealing his bean-sized toad eyes, walked into the Taoist under the eaves, and shook the game with mottled black marks in his hand.

"I took a taxi on the way back, and I wasted two Thunder Talismans from my own way. I'll cook a pot of sauerkraut and old duck soup for you at night..."

Toad Taoist: "..."

Staring at the dead ducks tied together, the veins on Toad's head were swollen. He dropped the recipe and jumped up, hitting the Taoist's knee with his web.

"The old man only sent the duckling back in the morning, and you will catch its parents back in the afternoon?"

Lao Sun hurriedly took two old ducks and took a step back to avoid it.

"Hey, old toad, you are being unreasonable!"

Over there, Taoist Toad lifted up his webbing, with a serious expression on his face, he squeezed out a cry: "That's my mother!"

"Hey, are you still scolding me?" The Taoist also poohed at the other party: "Don't think that your apprentice has become a national teacher, so you dare not speak back in your own way."

Toad nodded slightly, and repeated: "That's my mother!"

"You!!! Don't dare to be the Taoist!" The Taoist threw down two wild ducks, raised his wide sleeves, folded his waist, and cursed back at the toad under the opposite eaves.

"My old mother!!"

"He's his mother!"

"Old mother Yueer, I kindly caught two wild ducks and made sauerkraut old duck soup for you to eat. I'm so kind as the liver and lungs of a donkey!!"

Nearby, the old donkey crawling on the grass next to the lamp socket shook his ears, dragged his rein and looked up, the Taoist turned his face and waved his robe sleeves.

"What are you looking at, eat your grass!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud voice from far away... and stuttered.

"Haha, ha... Dao Sun, friends and donkeys are fighting harder, that's it."

On the square stone steps of the mountain gate, the fat-headed and big-eared monk Fajing, dressed in a monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, walked from a distance with his palms folded, and bowed to Sun Yingxian, the old donkey, and Taoist Toad.

Looking at the towering pavilions, the sound is loud.

"Lu Dao, friend, the poor monk Fajing is asking to see you!"

The sound spread to the upper part of the attic, behind the slightly opened window lattice, the desks were full of classics and bamboo slips, and the incense burner in the room was filled with smoke. huge figure.

Lu Liangsheng hooked his lips, turned around and walked down the attic,

On the square paved with white rocks, the shade of the trees swayed with the wind, and the branches swayed on the ground. The monk standing in front of the attic saw the figure come out and bowed again.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, Fajing, no, I can catch up with you, National Normal University, Dian, let me take a look at your demeanor."

"Master Fajing, don't be too polite."

The sky shone through the eaves, falling on the walking figure, Lu Liangsheng supported him, and with a smile, he looked over the monk and looked at the sky, there was a red light that only he could see, dragging the light as if hovering in the blue summer sky .

Now that I have become a national teacher, I should do something for the safety of the world...

In the wind, the cicadas neigh annoyingly at the beginning of summer.

Chapter 442 The Missing Old Monk

"Master, did you receive my paper crane?"

The sun slanted into the door, and Lu Liangsheng invited the fat monk inside, and poured him a cup of tea from the teapot he had prepared earlier, "Drink first."

Outside, Taoist Toad and Sun Yingxian under the eaves stared at each other, each of them snorted and turned their heads away, the former jumped on the small recliner again, picked up the cookbook to enjoy the afternoon sun, and the Taoist picked up the two old ducks He went inside and nodded to the monk who was drinking tea, and went straight to the back room.

"Poor monk, I did accept it. Friends of Taoism and paper cranes are still in the city. I heard about Taoism, friends offering sacrifices to heaven, and making national teachers."

Monk Fajing is fat and has a free and easy personality. Sitting on the wooden stool is a little awkward, so he simply moved it to the ground, which fits perfectly on the table. He put down the teacup, looked at the scholar who was very different from the past, and hesitated for a while. , Sigh or say it.

"...Originally, the poor monk also wanted to come here and look for you to help."

Lu Liangsheng blinked, poured himself a cup of tea, and spread his hands to the monk: "Master, please tell me."

"Poor monk, my father is gone."

The old monk in Zhenhai had profound Buddhist teachings, and he did not know how many monsters and demons he had slain in his life. It was probably a little embarrassing for Fajing to say this, and Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly.

"Your master is missing?"

The fat monk held his teacup and nodded. Looking at the ripples on the rim of the cup, he stammered out the ins and outs.

"That day, originally, I went back with the poor monk, Wanfo Temple, but halfway, suddenly turned, turned around, Qixia Mountain, let me go back to the temple and wait, but after a while, the day is not yet. After returning, the poor monk felt that the master's energy had suddenly disappeared, and then he panicked. Originally, he wanted to Qixia Mountain, but on the way, he received a fellow Taoist, Zhihe, who is here, and Chang'an is looking for you."

"Master." Lu Liangsheng was also a little puzzled. He was kidnapped by the old monk from Zhenhai and brought to Fulin Prefecture. He had a fight, and he was never seen again. At this time, there was no news. It made sense for him to come to ask. Among them, it's just that it's a bit too strange.

Right now, he will tell Fajing the whole story of his encounter with Monk Zhenhai. When he mentioned that there was a fight at the foot of the mountain, he went back to Qixia Mountain, and he has no way of knowing what happened after that.

"Well, that's strange, strange." The fat monk slapped his bald head away with a slap, and patted it twice: "Master, Da Ming, respects the magic seal, there are few in the world, there are people who can fight, even if you fight, but you have to Let's go, no one stays, let's go..."

The monk stuttered, but he was no different from ordinary people in other respects. He muttered a few words, and suddenly looked at the scholar beside him: "Fellow Daoist, after that day, after that, there will be, what strange, strange things?"

The loud voice rose suddenly, startling the Taoist Toad who was on the recliner under the eaves and almost rolled to the ground. He lay down again with the cookbook, turned his face to one side, and glanced into the room.

"No way, the old monk was skinned and cramped by the demon, cleaned and put in a steamer to eat. You know, the demon actually likes this kind of old monk with profound Dharma the most. It is chewy and can also increase Taoism!"

After that incident in Chang'an, Fajing also knew from his master that this toad was a great monster who committed countless evils back then. If Monk Zhenhai hadn't taken advantage of his weakness and injured him, otherwise the world would not be at peace, but now he has changed his ways. , stop cannibalism and evil, at this time say some gloating words, Fajing can't say anything, after all, stuttering, can't compete in this aspect, and because of Lu Liangsheng's face, it's not easy to do it.

After a while, Toad's words were not heard outside, and the fat monk wanted to speak again. Lu Liangsheng, who was beside him, came out of his thoughts and raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Master, come with me!"

Saying that, he told Shang Fajing to get up and walk to the wooden ladder. The latter was fat and creaking as he stepped on the wooden steps, and followed him up to the third floor.

Walking through the corridor, Lu Liangsheng pushed open the door of the bedroom, a potted plant on the desk suddenly moved, the roots rose from the mud, swayed the branches and climbed to the edge of the table, turning into a woman, sweeping away the messy books, Bamboo slips, sit on it, kick lightly with embroidered shoes hanging.

"Old demon, I'm bored, take me to the street to have a look."

"I'll take you there when I'm done working."

Lu Liangsheng talked to her, walked to the corner, and took out "The Boundless Mountain and Sea" from the bookshelf.

"I said goodbye to Master Ling in Fulin Prefecture, and then returned to Qixia Mountain. Two demons came to make trouble, one of them was Hua Hongyi, a painted skin ghost that I had taken in from a family surnamed Wang, but I used it later. You came to pretend to be a ghost of Hong Lian, but you didn't expect to listen to my lecture, and by chance, you became a demon through cultivation."

Talking about that day with the monk, only the painted skin monster came to Qixia Mountain to make a big fuss. At this time, the fat monk mentioned it, and the old monk Zhenhai disappeared. Looking back now, I feel even more strange.

Not at all, that Hua Hongyi specially crossed the river from Baihuling in the northwest to come to Qixia Mountain, just to make a fuss.

And the only one who knew the opponent's purpose was Zhu Erniang who was captured by everyone in Lujia Village and the master that day.

Thinking about it, Lu Liangsheng unfolded the book, looked at the picture like a living thing, pinched the hook, brought out a wisp of black smoke, dragged it to the side of the big round table in the room, and melted on the ground, showing the silhouette of a woman Lying on the ground, the dress was ragged, revealing round white thighs, the purple clothes stretching upwards were in a mess, the bun was also scattered and blown off the shoulders, and there were many bruises on the face, presumably from being beaten severely.

As soon as the woman saw Lu Liangsheng in the robe of the sun, moon and stars in front of her, she shrugged her feet, got up and knelt down on the ground, pouted her buttocks respectfully, and knelt down on the ground with her forehead touching the bottom.

"Zhu Erniang pays respects to Mr. Lu."

"Get up and talk." Lu Liangsheng saw that the monk next to him closed his eyes, waved his robe sleeves, and put a dress on the ragged woman, telling him to stand up, and then walked to the wooden bench next to him. sit down.

"I remembered something today. Before you came to Lujia Village, did you meet an old monk?"

After finishing speaking, he emphasized his tone and added: "It's best to tell the truth."

"Yes."

Zhu Erniang looked hesitantly at the "Mountain and Sea Boundless" on the table and stirred her fingers, lowered her face and said in a low voice: "I did meet an old monk with Hua Hongyi that day. They ran after him, caught him on the way, and then went to Qixia Mountain."

Standing at the door, Fa Jing opened his eyes, and his fat body squeezed in, his voice was like a bell ringing.