Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Author: Shihua Luofan

艳僧

Yue Mingxi took the brewed sencha from the tea doctor, gently blew on the hot steam in front of his eyes, and took a sip.

The teahouse at the foot of Youhuang Mountain has few visitors, except for him, there are only a few idle rangers. This tea doctor is also a master who knows the customers. Seeing that he is well-dressed and behaves richly, he is the first to give him the first bowl of refined tea. Others drink the leftover water overnight.

In March, there was a lingering spring rain on Youhuang Mountain, and Yuemingxi sat leisurely by the window drinking tea and admiring the scenery, not like a stubborn disciple who was just expelled from his teacher, but like a rich young master who was traveling in mountains and rivers.Half a year ago, he was sent by his parents to Zhujianpai to practice martial arts. He recited poems and practiced swords with a group of poor old scholars every day. Come out, feeling really depressed.

In this case, it was impossible to return home, but I didn't know what to do, so I had to rest in the teahouse and think slowly.Regardless of his seemingly wealthy appearance, in fact there are no more than two coins left in his luggage. When he saw Dr. Tea handing over the top-grade sencha on his own initiative, he also raised his eyebrows, feeling a little bit pained.

"Hey, have you heard? The old owner of Mingjing Villa died of illness a few days ago, and all martial arts sects are on their way to send the funeral, including the monks from Pufeng Temple in Central Plains and Xiuning Temple in Jiangnan. It's lively."

"In my opinion, it's all for the sake of ecstasy. It's not a day or two since the rumors that the secret method was acquired by the old owner. Those martial arts experts in his lifetime were still afraid, but now his The ineffective youngest son succeeds to the owner of the villa, I think he can't keep those rare treasures in his own secret village."

"Brothers, I'm just a fledgling, so I don't know what's so magical about this secret method that everyone is fighting for?"

"It's not uncommon for you not to know. After all, it was 50 years ago that this esoteric method appeared in the rivers and lakes last time. If you practice the esoteric method to the seventh level, you will live forever, and if you break through the eighth level, you will return to your innocence. Lotus seeds go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, which is better than any other way of cultivating immortals; but to practice this skill, you have to pick up other people's cultivation and use it for your own use. The book was written by the previous lecherous old Taoist Wangxi Zhenren. After this person ascended to the ascension, the book was hidden by Buddhist monks. It was originally owned by Master Jiayu of Xiuning Temple, and he entrusted it to the old village owner for safekeeping. Since then, there has been no trace of it Because of the rumors, only those old monks from Xiuning Temple in the current martial arts world have the opportunity to learn the book of ecstasy."

"Old monk? This legend is so boring."

"How can they still be old monks after practicing this secret method? The monks in Xiuning Temple were famous for their upright and beautiful appearance in the early years. After practicing this method, they will remain young forever. Just one look can make countless men and women willing to die; Back then, Master Jiayu was a glamorous monk who was well-known all over the world, but unfortunately he has long been hidden in the Jianghu, and I will never have the chance to see him in this life."

"Isn't that right? My cousin and his third uncle's concubine's concubine's uncle once bumped into a monk in Xiuning Temple when he was collecting medicine in the mountains. He was drained of all his energy overnight. When the villagers found out, he was almost It is a shriveled living corpse, even so, he smiled happily, saying that this is a blessing in his life."

"This... I think it's better for us brothers to be careful. This is the only way from Xiuning Mountain to Mingjing Villa. If you encounter a demon monk from Xiuning Temple, your life will be in danger. I!"

Hearing this, Yue Mingxi couldn't help but burst out laughing.Putting down the tea bowl in his hand and glanced at the rangers, he only felt crooked melons and cracked dates, which made Yue Mingxi, who only likes beauties, hurt his eyes, so he said:

"Hey, I feel that...the monks in Xiuning Temple are practicing martial arts with the cultivation base of people who train in martial arts, and they all have a good appearance that is full of stars. I think it should be better to be short than to be indiscriminate, and not so impatient. If the villagers of the mountains do it, the seniors really don’t need to worry about it.”

Seeing those rangers looking at him blankly, Yue Mingxi smiled and said, "It means that everyone here is poor in martial arts, and they are ugly; those monks won't take a fancy to you, idiots."

"……you!"

If it was said that Yue Mingxi was talented, they still half understood, but even a fool could hear the sarcasm in these words.A few people suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and they slapped the table under Dr. Tea's panicked eyes, and they raised their knives and came over to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

"Fart and shame! Grandpas will meet you today, a bratty brat!!"

Yuemingxi covered his face and sighed, feeling very sad about his unfavorable years.If he hadn't ran away with the fifth teacher in anger, failed to go to the exam and came back, he wouldn't have been sent to Zhujian pie by his parents who hate iron and steel, and in the end he would have to throw the table over if he didn't agree with these Bowl of the rivers and lakes to deal with.

Just as he was thinking whether to go home and continue to listen to the old master's lectures, or simply pack up and go to Jinling City to do business, several rangers had already killed him.Seeing the back of the knife flashing coldly coming towards him, he swayed and easily escaped the siege of the three; when he drew out the bamboo leaf sword at his waist and was about to fight back, he noticed the fragments of the teacup under his feet, and his movements stopped .

The conscience of heaven and earth is not that he can't beat these rangers who only have three-legged cat kung fu, and a penny can't beat a hero, but now he is so poor that he can't even pay for a bowl; even if his kung fu is not bad, he can't do it While knocking down the three big men, the teahouse furnishings can still be left untouched.

In the blink of an eye, the ranger saw him hesitating and showing his opening, and attacked again.Yuemingxi was about to accept the move, but saw the three big men suddenly fell down on him upright, snoring like thunder and fell into a deep sleep.

Yue Mingxi was taken aback, and subconsciously looked under a hibiscus mural in the corner, and saw that it was a monk wearing a bamboo hat, sitting there indifferently holding tea, and actually hit the sleeping points of three people with his air fingers.

"Good, so handsome!" Yue Mingxi was dumbfounded.

Although Qi finger acupoint acupoints are not a unique skill, there is a row of lush Longevity Bamboo in front of the corner where the monk sits quietly. The Qi finger bypasses layers of green leaves and accurately hits the acupuncture points.

The monk put down the teacup, summoned the doctor of tea to put a silver ingot in his hand, then whispered a few words to him, and pointed to the cool tea bowl on the Yuemingxi table.The doctor of tea gratefully took back the silver ingot, and after a while brought a copper pot and two brand new white jade tea bowls, followed by two bowls of fragrant tea soup, and brought pastries and preserved fruits before leaving.

The monk looked towards Yuemingxi and pointed to the tea bowl on the opposite side.

After realizing that this monk not only helped him solve his troubles, but also invited him to have tea, Yue Mingxi, who was about to go over to talk to him, was overjoyed, and hurriedly patted the dust on his clothes and wanted to step over, but stopped in the middle , turned around and kicked the ranger on the ground vigorously, and said contemptuously: "Three stinky and shameless dung beetles come to bully me, a young boy, what a hero!"

Monk: "..."

Yue Mingxi didn't feel that he was childish at all, he snorted like a villain, walked up to the monk and sat down with shining eyes.Taking a closer look like this, the monk on the opposite side really has a bit of mystery and detachment from a worldly expert. He is dressed in black clothes and has a seductive figure, and the red light of the Buddha beads on his neck is faintly adding a bit of coquettishness to this person.

A string of relics of invisible color and material on the monk's wrist set off the hand holding the tea bowl very elegantly.His five fingers are not white and slender, but rather like crystal clear jujube nectar, with the unique healthy color of martial arts practitioners.

Yue Mingxi was fascinated by the hand, and itched to see his true face; but the monk lowered his head, he couldn't see the face under the bamboo hat, but he felt that the owner of these hands was not only a A beauty must be a peerless beauty.

It's a pity that this person is a monk after all, Yue Mingxi knew that he couldn't move his thoughts, so he suppressed the little curiosity in his heart and started talking with him. "This brother... this master, I really thank you just now. Dare I ask which treasure temple the master inherited? What is the name?"

Yuemingxi began to talk normally, but saw that the monk didn't pay attention to him, but looked at him as if he was under the bamboo hat, looking thoughtful.Seeing that the monk did not speak, he was not annoyed. After drinking tea, he rested his chin and pondered, and tentatively said:

"If it is said that Buddhism and martial arts are authentic in the world, it must be Bofeng Temple in the Central Plains. Where is the master from?"

The monk seemed to smile, but shook his head.

Seeing that he hadn't guessed right, Yue Mingxi was not discouraged, but felt that this person was mysterious and unfathomable, which aroused him to be competitive, and said after a while: "Let me think about it... I heard the old man at home talk about it before. In today's Wulin, besides the Pufeng Xiuning Temple, there is also a Sanbao Temple located in the Muling Mountains in the north of Shanxi. The monks there are all highly skilled in martial arts, but they only chant scriptures and Buddha in the morning and evening, and never ask about the affairs of the world. Could it be that the master came from Jinbei?"

The monk smiled again, but still remained silent, Yuemingxi knew that he had guessed wrong again.

He frowned and pondered, thinking of the conversation of the rangers just now, his eyes rested on the monk's somewhat postured waist for a long time, his smile that was eager to try before suddenly became stiff, and he thought of the possibility that hadn't been considered at all.

The monk in front of him smiled even more, he swallowed, and said with some difficulty: "Wait a minute, could it be... Could it be that, Xiuning Temple?"

The monk paused with his hand on the side of the tea bowl, brought it to his lips and drank it quietly, without replying.Yuemingxi heaved a sigh of relief, and just about to laugh at his cowardice, he saw the monk in front of him suddenly raised his hand to pick off the bamboo hat, revealing his hidden face.

The moment he met those twinkling phoenix eyes, Yue Mingxi's heart stopped for a moment.This is indeed a monk's face with a sense of Zen, the top of the head is smooth and hairless, but