Chapter 816 Small World's Past (Part 1)

"Death or someone? You choose." The man in front of the door had a buckle in his sackcloth, a straw rope around his waist, and a black scarf on his face. His voice was strange, but there was a hint of oppression in his words.

The entrance and exit of the Town God's Temple is based on this door, and now it is blocked by the sackclothed man, and the small room has become a prison because of the sackclothed man's words.

Xiao Er retreated behind the altar, bowed and said with a sneer: "Guest officer, I'm afraid this is not good, right? This little brother on the ground, my master asks him to discuss something important, please make it easy."

The man in linen was unmoved, he just took a step forward and looked at Xiao Er coldly. Suppressed by this momentum, Xiaoer's face was full of vigilance, he couldn't help supporting the altar with both hands, bowed his waist and looked at the person coming, the incense burner on the table also trembled, for fear that the sackclothed person would come over.

The man in sackcloth squinted his eyes, and hummed in his throat, "The white ape offers peaches?"

With one foot stomping on the ground, the masonry in front of him cracked, and he bounced up to the height of a person, slammed his palm, and went straight to Xiaoermen's door.

Being called a broken move by the man in sackcloth, Xiaoer no longer hides it. In the laughter, he changed his previous low-key attitude, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth smiled, but in the eyes of the man in sackcloth, he was completely different from just now, revealing his treacherous face exhaustive.

It was too late to say, but it was soon; Xiao Er punched the incense burner and kicked the altar.

The incense burner collided with the bricks, and there was a bang, and the ashes flew from the furnace; Xiao Er's eyes lit up, as long as he avoided the sackclothed man, he could leave easily, and then took Lu Changwen away in the chaos, which could kill two birds with one stone. Moved like a rabbit, he went straight to the temple gate.

The man in sackcloth didn't move and his palm came out. Seeing the altar table hit with a whirring sound, he caught it with his left palm, his right hand bent into a claw, and the lightning caught him out, only to hear Xiao Er's muffled groan; the altar table slammed down angrily, and the four legs of the table landed on the ground at the same time. , with a pop, it landed on the same spot, three feet into the ground.

The two of them met each other with fists and kicks, but several people stopped outside the temple and looked inward together.

The man in sackcloth knew very well that there are many people here with distracted eyes and troubles are easy to cause. Seeing that Lu Changwen has not yet woken up, he tried it in front of Lu Changwen's nose, and his breathing was steady, and there was no serious problem. Reaching out his hand to find a pen and paper in Lu Chang's briefcase, he hurriedly wrote a note. When he raised his leg and walked out of the temple, whether intentionally or not, Lu Changwen was kicked at the Yongquan point on the sole of his foot. Even though Lu Changwen passed out, he hummed softly in his throat because of the sudden pain, and the man in sackcloth got out of the temple. The door, a few breaths have disappeared.

A few passers-by were left to watch the excitement, watching Lu Changwen who hadn't woken up and pointing, but no one came forward, for fear that another accident would happen, and it would be bad if it hurt him.

It is said to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and the onlookers at this moment expressed these four words vividly.

After being curious for a while, a few passers-by seemed to be lacking in interest, and the teacups were scattered, leaving Lu Changwen unconscious on the ground alone...

When Lu Changwen woke up, he was just about to get up when he suddenly felt pain in his back, his forehead was instantly wet with sweat, and he held his breath to prop up most of his body. Falling down again, the moonlight shines on the ground between the leaking tiles on the roof, but it is very cold. After resting for half an hour, I reluctantly got up, went out of the temple gate, stood against the wall, took a deep breath, my stomach was rumbling continuously, and I remembered that I hadn't eaten a grain of rice until now.

Hands habitually reach into the bag to search for pens, inks, papers and inkstones, "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean", and nothing else.

The drums of war in his stomach were shaking, he swallowed his saliva, covered his stomach with one hand and rubbed it left and right, hoping it would survive for a few more hours.

But he felt a note in his hand, turned around and looked at the moonlight, "Get out of here quickly."

The handwriting was illegible, obviously written in haste.

However, the strokes were insolent, like an iron hook drawn on a silver hook, and a few strokes penetrated through the back of the paper, but the edge of the note was reddish, and when it was sniffed in front of the nose, there was a faint smell of blood.

Lu Changwen was startled and suspicious, and wanted to read it again, but suddenly smelled a smell of fire/powder, and before he could take a closer look, the note in his hand was turned into ashes in the firelight.

Seeing that there was no one around, Lu Changwen shook off the fly ash from his hands, put away his bag, and ran quickly towards the city gate.

All the way along the wall, leaning against the willows, drilling through the black and stepping on the mud, it took about half a stick of incense to reach the bottom of the city wall, and I lowered my head and walked along the base of the wall towards the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city were already trembling with sleepiness, but when they saw Lu Changwen coming out of the corner with a blink of their eyes, they still looked flustered, and they still left the city at night, so naturally they had to interrogate them more.

Lu Changwen answered one by one. There were frequent wars here. The soldiers heard that Lu Changwen was rushing for the exam, so they patiently persuaded Lu Changwen to join the army.

"Even if it's been cold for ten years, it's not worth as much as a general." Seeing that Lu Changwen listened seriously, the soldiers stopped Lu Changwen and wanted to show him the way.

"Master Jun, even if I join the army, I have to say no to my family. Look at this city gate? Can you make it easier?" Lu Changwen laughed along with him.

"Huh? No, it must not be opened until three quarters before Yinshi." The soldier stared at Lu Changwen with both eyes, and immediately kept silent about the matter of joining the army.

Lu Changwen found a corner to lean on, and in his heart he had already scolded the guards bloody, but he still had to beg him with kind words, hoping to get out of the city as soon as possible, and stay away from the wrong place.

In fact, there is no deviation from the old saying-there is no reason for a scholar to meet a soldier.

The soldier refused to enter, and waited till the three quarters of the Yin hour before he would open the door. Lu Changwen couldn't get fit, so he could only sit against the wall until the Yin hour was even louder.

Lu Changwen was overjoyed and stood up, cupping his fists to express his gratitude to the soldiers. Suddenly he heard the Buddha's name shouting loudly behind him, and then guarding the city soldiers, all of them folded their hands, lowered their eyebrows and looked respectful, and called him Master Yuanmu.

Lu Changwen turned around in surprise, only to see a monk walking slowly in straw sandals.

The strange thing is that this person is fair and handsome, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but sadness in his eyes; he is about six feet tall, with unusually long arms.

A gray and white monk's robe was covered with patches, but it was hard to hide his nobleness. With one palm raised, he bowed to the soldiers in return. In his hand, there was a string of rosary beads, each soft and radiant, and it was obvious that the monk had been playing with it for a long time.

Yuanmu looked at Lu Changwen and nodded, "Morning bells and evening drums wake up famous and wealthy people in the world," Yuanmu monk said suddenly.

"The sound of the Buddhist scriptures calls back the dreamer in the sea of ​​bitterness," Lu Changwen thought for a moment, then slowly continued.

Master Yuanmu was stunned, and his face was full of relief: "Little benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, so it's important to hurry, so there is no need to be polite."

"Master, how did you know that I was going on my way instead of entering the city?" Lu Changwen clasped his hands together and saluted, quite annoyed at being seen through by the monk, and immediately refuted.

"The township test has passed, and the little benefactor looks sad, looking out of the city, and with a bookish face, he must have failed the township test, and is worrying about how to meet his parents at home." Opened his mouth but couldn't find a suitable reason to argue.

"Master is wise, I admire you, the journey is far away, you need to go first, master forgive me" Lu Changwen let go and turned around, striding out of the city.

Unexpectedly, there was a strange wind blowing, the sand got into the eyes, and I raised my hand to rub it for a while, which made the eyes red and swollen, the eyelids twitched, and the tears flowed continuously.

What they don't know is that the village a hundred miles away has been turned upside down, and the old father Lu Wending's eyes are also red at this moment, wishing to choose someone to eat.

Everyone in the village is in danger, and even stays at home, and what's more, they can't sleep at night.

There is a wooden table and a wooden chair at the entrance of the village, and a middle-aged man who looks like a master is holding a brush in his hand, and is writing a book at the desk. The official behind him was full of anger. For a few days, everyone in the village stayed behind closed doors, which made him very angry.

"Without the army, can we farm well here? Asking you to join the army is like killing your head! Hey, hey, what's the name of the guy whose wife died in the village two days ago?" The official suddenly patted the middle-aged man. With one hand, he asked roughly.

"Lu... the third child..." the middle-aged man said tremblingly, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and his face was almost stuck on the roster.

"If it wasn't for the crime from another country, would he have killed his wife? Hurry up and write it down." Seeing the slow writing of the middle-aged man, the official snatched it away, asked for his name, and wrote the three characters Lu Dingwen on the roster, but it was written in two words. Crawling like a turtle, it is difficult to catch the eye.

Thanks to Professor Lu Dingwen in the early years, this middle-aged man was able to read and write, and even got a clerical position in the prefecture and county. Therefore, he respected Lu Dingwen and wanted to take the opportunity to procrastinate. Regret beyond words, watching the sunset, thinking in my stomach, I must find a chance to erase my name.

Lu Changwen stopped and walked all the way. When the sun fell into the mountain, he was ten miles away from the village. There was already smoke from the cottages in the distance, but his legs were filled with lead, and he walked more and more slowly. Finally, he leaned against the big tree beside the road. Move two more steps to hide your figure.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a moment, opened my eyes suddenly, and walked towards the village with big strides, but turned back after a few steps. After doing this a few times, I leaned heavily on the tree trunk again, my teeth gnawed, and my heart "garbage" Words such as ", waste" appeared in turn, and the throat rolled several times, almost blurting out.

"The big deal is just to be beaten up and start all over again," Lu Changwen muttered, and moved towards the village again, gradually walking firmly and striding forward.

At this time, it was already dark, and Lu Changwen was the only one on the road, and he no longer worried about meeting acquaintances, but for the sake of safety, he still chose to walk along small paths, and immediately stayed away if there was any movement, and went round and round to the back of the ancestral hall. under the wall.

Just as he was about to leave, the continuous muffled sound in the ancestral hall made Lu Changwen stand still. Due to the height of the house and thick walls, even if he listened with his ears up, his voice was still blurred, so he had to put his ears against the wall.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, he didn't hear any sound. Lu Changwen was already impatient, and just about to get up, a wave of air passed through the wall. He got up and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the back wall of the ancestral hall, there were actually several big bags scattered all over the wall, which frightened Lu Changwen out of his wits, he didn't care about the direction, he stood up and was about to escape.

If you lose your life, you will lose everything. Lu Changwen still understands this simple truth.

Just as soon as he took a step, he bumped into the person in front of him. At this moment, it was important to escape. Lu Changwen was about to yell at him, but he was very familiar with this person chanting the Buddha's name. Looking carefully under the moonlight, he was actually Yuanmu who had seen it at the gate of Luoyang City. Grandmaster.

Said to go quickly, stepped forward and grabbed Yuanmu's wrist, trying to escape from this place, Yuanmu's figure did not move, but Lu Changwen staggered backwards, almost fell to the ground.

"It's really troublesome," Lu Changwen said impatiently.

Stabilizing his figure and squatting halfway, he said urgently: "Master, come up, I'll carry you on my back, there are monsters in this ancestral hall, if you're late, you'll be dead." Even the slight pain in the heart and lungs has no time to take care of it.

"Little friend, the monk understands it, so good." Yuanmu opened his mouth, his voice was like a clear spring, invading Lu Changwen's heart and lungs, like snow meeting the morning sun, it melted quickly, and the pain was relieved.

Lu Changwen said anxiously: "It's so good, you monk, you are dying and dragging the text, you are really an elm lump", looking around for fear that the monster will show up.

Yuanmu couldn't resist, grabbed Lu Changwen by the back collar, stepped on the wind and sand, took a step of more than ten feet, and he was gone in a breath.

Lu Changwen saw the yellow sand under his feet receding like an arrow, his heart constricted suddenly, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't move his body, Yuanmu had already expected that, just now, he had sealed his Tanzhong and Ya acupoints with a single grab .

About an hour later, Lu Changwen peeped to see Yuanmu's face was normal, his breathing was steady, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Although he was surprised in his heart, he couldn't speak, so he looked at Yuanmu timidly, but he was extremely curious about Yuanmu in his heart, even if the horse could be so fast, it was unknown, but Yuanmu could chase wind and dust with his feet.

It is almost comparable to the shrinking land in the mouth of a storyteller. If you are good at this way, where is the world so big that you can't go, where can't you reach?

And the matter of the ancestral hall before must have something to do with it. Thinking about it this way, wouldn't he be in danger?

Maybe this monk is wrapping a bloody thief under the skin of compassion?

Just listen to Yuanmu and kindly say: "How is the benefactor?".

When Lu Changwen heard this, he sneered in his heart. Just now he was called Xiaoyou, but now he is called a benefactor, and the fox tail really couldn't hide it.

Father, mother, children are not filial! ! ! The grace of nurturing can only be repaid in the next life.

Lu Changwen fell to the ground as soon as his feet touched the ground. He wanted to get up and escape, but Yuanmu's actions made him dumbfounded. What shocked him even more was what Yuanmu said next.

Yuanmu grabbed three gold leaves from his bosom and stuffed them to Lu Changwen who was about to speak, "Your mother is dead, I will give you 10% of your internal strength, and you will be able to save your life by hiding in an inaccessible place for three days."

Now holding Lu Changwen's hands tightly, when the palms are hot, Lu Changwen can only feel the heat rising in his limbs and bones, which is very warm and refreshing.

Yuanmu turned to Lu Changwen's back and suddenly slapped Lu Changwen's body, and Lu Changwen couldn't help but ride the wind away. "The internal strength can only last for three hours." When he turned his head and looked, the monk had disappeared without a trace.