Chapter 2 Do you want a wife or not? (Please bookmark and vote~)

"You should ask for the Dharma's name instead of your surname. Are you out of your mind?"

It was this old Taoist man named He Mao Qiu again, and Ouyang Rong found that he had a very poisonous mouth.

Ouyang Rong ignored the old man and nodded: "Hmm, then ask the eminent monk for his Dharma name."

The withered monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "I don't know."

"I don't know the master, but I have admired him for a long time."

Old Taoist Heyi Qiu sneered, "He said he doesn't know if you want to make me laugh?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at him sideways, "Which cookie are you?"

The old Taoist asked curiously: "Biscuit? What is this? How can it be measured in pieces?"

Ouyang Rong fell silent and said nothing.

The old system of round collar, big sleeves, horizontal pleats underneath, and pleats at the waist. The upper garment was worn by scholars in ancient times. It seemed that only scholars and officials could wear it.

Ouyang Rong, disagree.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while, then... felt a little embarrassed.

"If this is the Pure Land...why are only the four of us here? Where are the others?"

I couldn't help but murmur: "I didn't expect that Master's medical skills would be so reliable that he could wake me up after being unconscious for so many days... Ahem, county magistrate, when did you wake up, and why did you leave the yard alone in the middle of the night?"

The mute girl stood up and said softly, not knowing what she wanted to say. There was reluctance in her eyes.

it's over……

Ouyang Rong raised his head and saw the sky as big as the mouth of a well above his head. The sky was already bright. He was hungry and tired, but he exerted the strength of the last horizontal bar on the line to pass the final physical examination...

Old Taoist Heyi Qiu sneered, "He said that Kuo Ran is no saint. He wants to go up and save the common people again."

"I don't save the common people, I...save myself."

The old Taoist sneered and pointed his index finger outward: "All these natural and man-made disasters are ultimately caused by those guys who claim to be disciples of saints. As long as there are saints in the world, there will be thieves who steal the names and tools of saints. So this saint is also related to

What's the difference between thieves? They're just one unintentional and the other intentional, the source of trouble. Both saints and thieves deserve to die! Saints deserve to die the most!"

"Smile like a hammer."

The old Taoist Hehuo Qiu sneered, "Would you see that Pindao was laughing at me? He was laughing because it was so interesting here, hahaha."

The mute woman retracted her hand that was missing her little finger and did not stop her.

"Your Excellency, why are you outside? Come down quickly! This place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above is the Infinite Hell!"

Just as the dull and distant bells were ringing in the mountains and forests, a group of monks suddenly opened the ajar courtyard door, climbed over the stone fence nimbly, and hurried to Ouyang Rong, gathering him in surprise.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

She really has a childlike appearance.

He stared at the falling rain curtain in the center of the underground palace.

The little novice monk walked to the well and shouted directly into it: "Hey, Brother Xiuzhen! It's time to have breakfast!"

"That's best. Besides, what kind of saints are they? They are obviously big thieves."

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting paralyzed by the well, was stunned.

The young monk and his companions, who were joking easily just a second ago, suddenly fell silent.

The palms of his hands were bleeding, but the person remained motionless, as if he was still digesting the series of sudden changes that occurred a few breaths ago.

"Okay, okay, stop yelling. The county magistrate's injury... has just healed. Don't crowd around and let everyone breathe." Finally, a young novice who seemed to be the leader finally stood up and pushed away the wall of people.

Ouyang Rong lifted his muddy lips and smiled at them.

"You... you... I... aren't." Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and touched the wound on his forehead, not knowing how to speak.

Ouyang Rong observed for a while and prepared to enter the last section of the corridor.

He rubbed his right cheek hard.

He had wanted to do this for a long time, but there was a hole in the bag of his right foot... that is, the sock. Ever since he climbed the rope, his thumb had been sticking out of it, and he couldn't get it back... It made him suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Rhythm.

"I do have some sense... Well, my guess is correct." Old Hehuo Qiu smiled, "But don't thank me and that stupid bald donkey. Go and thank her. It was this girl who saved you."

Turned out.

"Only half convinced?"

"Just tell me whether you want it or not."

He really wants to go home.

He exhaled rapidly in small mouths, and with his trembling fingers on the edge of the well mouth, he could clearly feel the roughness of the rocks and the slipperiness of the blood mixed with the morning dew.

From this point of view, only the Taoist He-Huo Qiu, who has a bit of a talkative streak, can talk to him.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at him, "What you are talking about is the Taoist theory of 'sages are immortal and thieves are not the only ones'. I have studied... that subject, and I will recite it backwards if I am familiar with it."

But what was strange when he thought about it was that although the Confucian clothes he replaced were thin, he did not feel very cold after tossing around under the moonlight for so long in the early morning and even got wet.

Hehuo Qiu Lao Dao closed his eyes and chanted for the first time tonight: "Blessings are born in the infinite deity, and the merits are inconceivable."

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead. The pain after pressing with his fingertips and the wet and sticky feeling showed that the wound was one inch and seven minutes above the right eyebrow bone, and was about two fingers wide and long.

…

But the strange thing is that this old Taoist who is covered with sores has the appearance and complexion of a young man. If it weren't for his gray hair and stooped body, he would be no different from a young man.

"Yes." Hepao Qiu Lao Dao pursed his lips to indicate, "You just don't have the strength of a saint to control the heart of a saint."

"Because you have a good life, and everyone else is suffering outside." The old Taoist waved his hand impatiently: "Also, you scholars, don't always think about being a saint to save the world."

The old Taoist priest in the crane cloak put his hands on his hands and laughed, pointing at the slender mute girl.

He looked down and saw that most of the white sweatshirt he was wearing was soaked. Ouyang Rong remembered seeing this type of Hanfu in a book.

finally.

Feeling that his physical strength was almost restored, Ouyang Rong stood up with his hands on the ground and walked towards the central rosette again.

Among the three people in the underground palace, the haggard monk always lowered his head to chant sutras, which gave Ouyang Rong an unfathomable feeling, while the slender girl did not know whether it was because she was too cold or too shy, so she remained silent.

"I don't know." Old Taoist Heyi Qiu curled his lips, "But your clothes are just like those of saints, aren't they? You also hide and tuck your words, it's so convenient!"

He got up from the ground, left the lotus platform in the center, and walked to the darkness where the three men, He Yuan Qiu Lao Dao, were sitting to take shelter from the rain.

After chewing with lowered eyebrows for a while, he glanced at him and said, "You are not a bitch."

Old Taoist Hehuo Qiu was silent for a while, and rarely put away his frivolity.

He walked past her, and then he saw that she had been sitting on a straight 'strip'. The strip looked like a sword.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that his head was starting to feel a little dizzy, but he still managed to stand up and spoke to them patiently: "I'm fine, I'm not scared. You, the Labor Committee, have explained so much, and I haven't asked you for advice by the way."

yes……"

Hehuo Qiu Laodao raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but look at him one more time, and suddenly asked: "What is the first meaning of the holy truth?"

Seeing his thoughtful look, the little novice monk felt a little scared.

Ouyang Rong was a little surprised. He looked at the slender girl on the right and saw that she was a cold-faced and warm-hearted master.

Amid the old Taoist's laughter, the latter's body hugging his knees trembled slightly, and his head lowered.

Even if God was joking about rebirth, he would still climb up and see it with his own eyes.

Ouyang Rong slumped his shoulders, "I fell from above. When I woke up, I was lying on my back, but there was an injury on my forehead. Who saved it if you didn't save it? It couldn't be the one I brought with me before I fell, right?

."

Ouyang Rong frowned, looked down at his hand that was worn by the rope, and couldn't help but ask: "Well, there are two more people down there..."

"I didn't believe it at first, but now I half-believe it."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the throat and neck of the crane cloak Qiu Laodao. The latter laughed so hard that some ulcerated pustules were exposed on the neck that was originally shrunk in the black-feathered crane cloak.

"In this Pure Land Palace, there are four of us together. This one is a bald donkey, this one is a dumb dumb girl, you are a bookish idiot, and the poor Taoist is also a shameless thing covered in sores.

The four of us got together, hahaha, it was so fun."

At this time, the sharp-eyed little novice suddenly saw a dirty beggar lying on the ground in the bamboo forest not far away, biting things everywhere, looking like he was not in a good state of mind.

"Don't worry about the outside world. The flood just now wasn't enough to make you give up? Just stay there. It's not easy to come to a pure land. Hahaha, I need to take a good rest."

He answered softly, but more like saying it to himself.

It's all over.

What catches the eye is the Zen monastery with green tiles and red walls. In the distance among the lush green bamboo forest, you can occasionally see the bell tower with its cornices and upturned corners. There are yawning monks upstairs who are slowly ringing the morning bell.

Finally he came to his senses and hurriedly pointed to the dry well behind him and said: "Down here, the people below..."

A group of monks surrounded Ouyang Rong with wild questions. The latter was in a state of confusion the whole time, staring blankly at the bald heads dangling in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled.
To be continued...