novelpro Chapter 185 Ancient Temple
Chapter 185 Ancient Temple
Li Pingan packed all his things.
Finally, he closed the door, somewhat reluctant to part with the house he had lived in for several months.
But in the end it was time to leave.
Before leaving, he picked a small red flower.
Carrying the bamboo pole and leading the old cow, he walked slowly.
Changqing also decided to go back to the monastery, and the two said goodbye in the suburbs.
Say one sentence again, and we will never say goodbye to the infinite distance of the world
The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the breeze blows over the hills.
Monk Changqing looked at Li Pingan's back.
That figure just walked like that, as if he didn't care about the road ahead, watching the sunrise and sunset.
It is already no worries, no regrets, no regrets.
Two little foxes, Abai and Ahong, also waved at Li Pingan on the hillside.
The clerk hung up the case of postpartum care for sows, waiting for the next person to step into Zhenyao Pass.
The little gray dog stuck out his tongue and practiced hard, dreaming that one day he would trample his great enemy Jing Yu under his feet.
In front of Zhang Song's tombstone, a small red flower drifts away with the wind.
The mountain wind blew past, making the forest rustle.
Li Pingan hummed a song and walked briskly.
High-spirited, it seems that there is an endless road under the feet.
.............
On the ancient road.
A carriage passed by slowly.
Sitting in the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing a blue silk shirt, with an upright look on his brows.
The plump woman beside her was complaining endlessly.
"You said that you are not good at what you do, but go to be an official in a remote place there!"
The woman was holding a child less than three years old in her arms.
Facing his wife's accusation, the middle-aged man just smiled honestly.
The middle-aged man's name is Chang Jian, and he is a seventh-rank petty official.
Being a clean and honest official is precisely why he has been repeatedly criticized.
In the end, he was relegated to a small county, and at this time he was taking his family members to prepare to take office.
"My lord, it looks like it's going to rain.
There seems to be a temple over there, let's go to the temple to rest overnight. "
The black-faced man driving the car said.
Among the mountains, there is an ancient temple.
The ancient temple has existed for many years, and even in this poor land, there are still more than one hundred monks.
Chang Jian walked into the temple with his wife and children, and the only servant with a dark face.
He showed his official letter of appointment to the monk in charge of the temple, and euphemistically stated that he wanted to stay here for a night.
The temple will not refuse, because it counts.
The county under the jurisdiction of Chang Jian includes this ancient temple.
"Really, why is this place so dirty!"
The woman babbled and complained.
She is in a bad mood today, so she finds everything unpleasant.
Chang Jian just smiled and didn't speak.
Speaking of which, since being with his wife, he really hasn't enjoyed a single day of happiness.
The woman used to be the daughter of a rich family, and she looked down on those dudes, but she took a fancy to the poor boy Chang Jian.
Later, Chang Jian was admitted to fame.
But Chang Jian's character is not suitable for being in the officialdom.
In this world, honest and good officials are not easy to mess with.
Although the woman complained, she always supported her husband silently behind her back.
Looking at the woman's busy figure, Chang Jian smiled.
"With a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?"
"Ma'am, I'm going to take a look outside."
The woman didn't know whether she didn't listen, or ignored him on purpose.
Chang Jian walked in the temple with his hands behind his back, everything was so quiet and peaceful.
It makes people distracted, as if they are in no one's land.
It rains as soon as it rains, and the wind blows.
Covering the temple in a piece of rain and fog, there is a faint feeling of a palace in the sky.
At this time, Chang Jian suddenly noticed that it was outside the temple.
A man wearing a bamboo hat and a cow beside him.
One person and one cow hid under a tree to avoid the rain.
The man squatted on the ground, holding half a pancake in his hand, and a flagon in one hand.
"Why don't you come in to hide from the rain?" Chang Jian asked.
Li Ping raised his head, "A monk said how much money he would have to pay to let me in. I have no money."
Chang Jian took a look at the other party's clothes.
Probably because he dislikes that this person is too poor and has nothing to squeeze.
The world is getting worse, and even places like temples are not clean.
Chang Jian said jokingly: "Who says you have no money, don't you still have a cow?"
Li Pingan said: "It? It is my brother."
The old cow nodded, very satisfied with the answer.
"Unless you add money..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Niu had already bit Li Ping'an's thigh.
"It's going to rain for a while, come in, I'll tell the abbot."
Li Pingan didn't talk too much nonsense, and thanked him.
Then he walked in with the old cow.
The abbot of the temple really didn't say anything more because of the constant construction.
They also arranged a meditation room and a meal for Li Pingan, and then asked someone to fetch water.
After taking a shower, I changed into clean clothes and took good care of her.
"Comfortable!"
Li Pingan took a shower, lay down on the bed, and yawned lazily.
Get ready for a good night's sleep and continue your journey tomorrow.
Outside the house, the sound of breaking wind sounded.
Chang Jian's servant, a black-faced man, was brandishing a long halberd.
The halberd dances gracefully, or fiercely and swiftly.
Every move and style is accompanied by a gust of wind.
Li Pingan admired it with interest for a while, and then the black-faced man was called to work by the woman.
Before long, it was dark.
Li Pingan was wrapped in a quilt.
It was pouring rain outside.
The monks in the temple had already fallen asleep, and the whole temple was almost completely dark.
Only the moon faintly reveals a glimmer of light, giving people a sense of depression.
..............
In a side hall deep in the temple.
It was pitch black, with only one oil lamp emitting a dim light.
Some monks in red and gold-rimmed cassocks were knocking on wooden fish, and some were holding Buddhist beads.
Chanting the Great Vajra Curse to subdue demons and demons.
They are either holding instruments, staffs, or singing music.
His eyes were fixed and his expression was calm.
And what they faced was not gods and Buddhas, but a group of men and women trapped by copper locks.
These people are the people of the village below the mountain.
At this moment, without exception, they all looked numb and their eyes were dull.
As if under some magic spell.
The crow flitted across the air, leaving behind a series of noises.
Li Pingan got up from the slump.
He walked outside with his pants in his hands and came to the toilet.
In the darkness, someone walked over with his pants up like him.
It was Chang Jian's servant, the black-faced man wielding a long halberd.
The black-faced man was still carrying the long halberd behind his back.
This reminded Li Pingan of Zhang Song, that guy also carried a sword while sleeping and shitting.
Hey~
Li Pingan sighed lightly.
At this time, a black shadow suddenly flew in with a "whoosh".
Both Li Pingan and the black-faced man noticed it.
However, the two reacted completely differently.
"who!"
The black-faced man yelled, and immediately got up and chased after him.
Li Pingan slowly put on his pants, turned around and walked back.
The black shadow paused, and then instead of stopping, it ran even faster.
"Stop!" The black-faced man ran after him.
The shadow quickly sank into the darkness
The black-faced man chased after him for a while, looking around.
I don't know when I ran into the backyard of the temple.
You can vaguely hear the sound of rosary beads colliding, and occasionally the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
The black-faced man frowned and looked suspiciously into the brightly lit room.
At a glance, he was taken aback.
It turned out that this spacious and gorgeous room was brightly lit.
There was a large bed covered with a thin sheet.
A carcass with unevenness is looming.
There were about five or six beautiful women.
The strange thing is that these women all have dull expressions.
Not moving at all, like a statue.
There was a strange sound, and then a series of small and narrow figures appeared in the room.
When the black-faced man saw it clearly, he couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb.
It was a centipede the length of an arm.
The black-faced man was about to reach for the halberd behind him, but was grabbed by someone.
"Be safe and don't be impatient."
Li Ping'an's voice sounded.
The black-faced man frowned, "Why are you grabbing my halberd handle?"
Li Pingan:......
(The update of nearly [-] words, I'm sorry everyone, it's a little late for two days)