Museum of Demons

That day, when the Lin'an Mansion Temple Fair was halfway, heavy rain began.

The rain poured down, and the original pedestrians also evaded one after another. The small vendors pushed their stalls and hurried home from the rain, "This rain is so big, how did it come?"

"Oh, it's bitter, go fast."

It was only a short while, and there were not many people here. The rain slapped on the bluestone bricks, and in a short while only a quiet piece was left. The girl caught her lips quickly 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 bluestone slab suddenly stunned. The rain stopped suddenly and there was an oil paper umbrella on top of her head. The person holding the umbrella was obviously brave. A feeling of anger and grievance rose up:

"Deng's disciple, you!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

She stared at the big brother who was holding the umbrella, Zhan Zhao held the umbrella and whispered:

"Go, back..."

The thief missed his appointment for the second time.

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"I always feel that Jue Da Kuai is not in a good mood."

"No, it's not very good, it's very bad."

Many young arresters saw that the heroic girl came out with a sword, and quickly condensed the conversation and words in a low voice, and backed away one after another. They all knew the thief’s missed appointment, and they always felt that there was something hidden in the entire government office. A huge storm was overwhelming.

The sound of moccasin boots stepping on the ground was powerful and clear.

The girl entered the back hall, poured herself a cup of tea on the table, but happened to hear the sound inside, frowned slightly, thought for a while, did not make any sound, walked softly to listen, inside is the official of the nearby city, reporting Disaster.

There was a tidal disaster nearby.

The official reported with a smile on his face: "It depends on the saints to enjoy the destiny and to be in power, so they have the blessing of their own gods. The adults work here and there, and the whole country is peaceful. Therefore, although there are natural disasters, the subordinates are diligent and conscientious. There is no one in the city. Casualties, God bless me Da Song..."

"No one was injured or killed?"

The official helped to caress his beard and said, "Yes."

"There is also a thief who wanted to take advantage of this natural disaster to cause trouble. He has been taken down and killed on the spot."

"It's the Jiangnan robber Pirate Yuan."

"Heh... this person is young, and he is not afraid to do anything wrong when the official manages the water."

"At that time, it was too late to report to the official, so in a hurry, I had to kill him."

"It's just like killing a mad dog."

"Abandon the corpse in the street and let the ants peck at it."

"Heh... not enough to say, not enough to say."

The girl froze in her catch.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were slightly constricted.

And the official with a polite smile on his face explained how he was conscientious and conscientious to overcome this natural disaster, how arrogant the culprit, filled with righteous indignation, and finally led the arresters to kill him. Come.

But he faced Bao Zheng.

At this moment, the two catchers who were carrying him seemed unbearable. One of the head catchers kicked the potbellied official to the ground, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Is this the lord you said to ask for merit?" !"

He turned over, fell on his knees, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Bao is the master."

"At that time, the dog official had already run away for the first time, and the city was in danger of ruin, and he saw it with his own eyes. It was Yuan who had saved people."

"My mother, my child, and many others...he saved them all."

"The official is incompetent, so I can only watch him..."

The middle-aged man took off his official hat and kowtowed heavily, his tone choked with sobs:

"...A sword blocked the river and died of exhaustion."

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Several people in the back hall turned their heads subconsciously and saw the girl in red standing there blankly, opened her mouth, speechless, Zhan Zhaoli stepped forward, stretched out her arm and said: "Sister Jue, You go out first."

The girl walked away from the senior in despair, and staggered to the front of the kneeling head to catch her head.

He whispered: "He...dead?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and took out something from his arms, holding it in his hands, and said with some difficulty:

"He said……"

"Sorry for the missed appointment..."

Inside the white cloth is a hairpin broken in half.

The girl opened her mouth, recalling what she said when she first met.

‘Use your dirty money? ’

"This hairpin, it's not dirty..."

The girl was in a daze, but she felt that the world was shaking, and then she saw the nervous faces of her senior brother and Mrs. Bao. She was just wondering why they became so high. Then she reacted, how did she fall to the ground, strange, how did it rain? NS……

Huh, it's raining...

The girl's face was dull, tears in her eyes remained uncontrollable.

Reaching out his hand subconsciously grasped Zhan Zhao's arm, his fingers almost inlaid into the bones.

"He He……"

Zhan Zhao was speechless.

The low whimper finally could not be suppressed anymore, and turned into a crying sound, a depressed low voice, crying like the wind.

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"So, Junior Sister, are you really leaving with us?"

At the post station, Nan Xia Zhanzhao rode a war horse. Bao Zheng was an imperial historian. He would not stay in one place for too long. After patrolling hundreds of officials, he would return to Beijing to report on his duties. He was still dressed in red with a golden ring and a high pony tail. The girl stayed in Jiangnan.

"Don't do stupid things."

Zhan Zhao finally did not hold back saying this.

"Brother, what are you talking about?!"

The girl raised her sword eyebrows and was full of vigor, "May I be that kind of idiot?!"

She looked at the misty and rainy scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, her voice softened:

"I just like Jiangnan very much..."

Master Bao and Nan Xia Zhanzhao from the capital finally returned to the capital, while the girl in red riding a horse, with hooves ticking, walked in the misty and rainy alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, never looking back.

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Twenty years later.

"This is true..."

"Does that six-door catcher have such a history?"

Several young men with heroic eyebrows were dumbfounded.

They had never thought that the famous arrest of the famous arrest of the horror of the green forest and the rivers and lakes, there is actually this and such a past. Seeing that woman from a distance is no longer a girl, and the high pony tail has been replaced with a more solemn appearance. , The sleeves are wide, with a sword across the south of the Yangtze River.

It's just different from ordinary people. There are two broken hairpins in her hair bun.

The story is told by the owner of a wealthy businessman in the entire Lin'an Mansion.

A few young people caught up quickly:

"Our Shangguan is the first arrester on Jiangnan Road. He walked through the Hanshan Temple in Suzhou and went to sleep in Zhenjiang under the Jinshan Mountain. I don’t know how many celebrities, knights, magnates, and even those who have honors. You wanted to ask for a marriage, but in the end all came back. We all said that she actually likes Jiangnan, so she looks down on those people."

The rich businessman who told the story laughed: "This is wrong."

He leaned back and watched the pride passing by like a Jiangnan swallow's celebrity hunting horse, the hooves of the horse ticking, thinking of the absurd youthful years 20 years ago, and he whispered:

"She is just waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?"

"Yes, the celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River, the heroes in the northern part of the country, and even the nobles in the capital, these are naturally excellent, but she is not waiting for these people."

"Then who is she waiting for?"

"Waiting for whom?"

"Wait for the one in Jiangnan who can catch up with the wind."

"Then when will he come? Or..." Several Jiangnan teenagers glanced at each other and flexed their hands. "Let's tie that guy and send it to the adult's door. Hehe, she will definitely reward us."

"Tie people and send them away?"

The wealthy businessman couldn't help laughing. He looked into the distance, the Buddha's bell was endless, and also brought flying flowers and fallen leaves. The sound of red dust, the wind, and the sound of reading were in his ears.

Jiangnan Road is full of flowers, talents, and beautiful women.

There are Buddha bells and breeze willows.

There was also the best arrogant thieves in the world.

The rich businessman lost his senses for a long time, and finally whispered: "Unfortunately she can't wait anymore."

Flowers bloom, flowers bloom.

Jiangnan's younger brother Jiangnan, and the rosy girl finally saw white hair on the sideburns.

When the heroic costume became the clothes of the six famous men, and finally retired from the uniform and turned into simple and plain clothes, the years had passed for too long. In front of a tombstone outside the Jinshan Temple, the gray-haired The woman leaned against the tombstone.

Pour a pot of spirits.

There is still the Yinglang of the year in his eyebrows, and he whispered softly:

"For many years, speaking of it, Jiangnan is indeed very good, 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 batch, the flowers in Jiangnan are still the same. The little brother who made soup cakes was married and gave birth to a child. The child is promising. He passed away a year ago. , But there are also soup cakes."

"The taste is also very good, but sometimes I feel that it is not as good as it was in the past."

"The red dust in Jiangnan is still full of flavor, and the stars at night are also bright."

"The prosperity of Jiangnan is not inferior to the sky."

"Jiangnan is so good, so good that I have forgotten you."

There are monks behind.

The woman said: "Master Fahai."

"The poor monk has reached the end of his life, and I will also come to visit his deceased today."

"Yes?"

The monk put down the sacrifices he brought.

The white-haired woman gently rubbed the tombstone with her fingers, and suddenly said:

"...Master, you said that this life is over, but is there another life to say about it?"

The true Buddhism does not cultivate in the next life, but the monk remained silent for a long time, surely:

"There will be."

The woman seemed to have a lot to say. First, she had to say whether she would see him or meet him. But at this time, she didn’t seem to have much to say. She knew that this was just the monk’s compassion. Past and present, so in the end he just smiled lightly, looked at the tombstone, and said:

"Yes?"

"If it's still in Jiangnan, it's best."

The monk was speechless.

He turned away and walked back up the mountain step by step.

In that year, the snake demon was suppressed in the Jinshan Temple for a thousand years, and used its cultivation to transform into the Jiangnan to warm up the mountains and rivers. For thousands of years, it is a more painful punishment than death... And Xu Xian finally became a monk at Jinshan Temple. , When I was on the mountain in the Fahai Sea, I saw the same old and quiet monk, the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, and the two just nodded to each other.

Bai Suzhen, who came to repay her kindness, eventually killed her benefactor by mistake.

The husband and wife Xu Xian finally became a monk.

Husband and wife are in the same place, but they are as active as participating in business, and they will never see each other in this life.

There are no robbers in Jiangnan.

The famous catcher has Jiangnan.

It was myself who wanted to save others but failed to protect his friends in the end.

Under anger, exhausted his life cultivation.

All sentiments are evil.

All lives are suffering.

That is to say, only you are at ease.

The monk’s expression was soft, and he climbed up the stupa with some effort~www.readwn.com~ Then, under the exclamation of each of the disciples, he actually climbed over the stupa and sat on the stupa alone, seeing from a distance The tide of the Qiantang River, the sound of the wind, let people open their hearts, and the Buddha's bell is sinking. Because of the suppression of Bai Suzhen, the Fahai cultivation base has been dissipated. Watching the tide in the distance, listening to the bell, it seems to see the thief resting on his pillow. Lying there with his arms, he smiled and asked himself:

"Fahai, where is the Dharma?"

The old monk folded his hands together and answered with a smile:

"Amitabha……"

"The Dharma is only in the red dust."

News from Qiantang is coming like thunder.

The Buddha's bell rang for the last time.

ps: The first one today............ Three thousand four hundred words.

The end of the story, one more chapter than expected.

This story actually seems to wake up...