Chapter 4: The Wuni of Shuiyue Temple
Speaking of it, Fulong Mountain is really a wonderful place.
Sixteen miles northeast is the Hungry Wolf Village. There are more than 30 bandits who take advantage of the steep mountains and difficult to suppress. They often plunder the official roads of Fufeng Prefecture City, so they don't have to worry about food and drink.
Sixty miles due north is the home of Menghu Village. There are so many thieves, said to number eight hundred, that they harm the four main roads of the five small towns.
Seventeen miles to the east is Shuiyue Nunnery. The nuns in the nunnery are good at Buddhist rituals. There are many pilgrims and lay people from the city, so there is no shortage of money for incense.
Thirty miles to the west is Qiugonggeshanyuan. "Confucius said that they are not engaged in production and are arty, but they don't have a huge fortune. Who dares to be so idle?"
Bandits, academies, and nunneries live together in the same mountain, and their lives are nourished.
Only the Fulong Village in the middle is like the finishing touch. It is in poverty and starves for eight meals in three days. The death of the old boss has caused a run on the village.
"Why don't I go to Shuiyue Temple to steal some food and come back! Be prepared for a sneak attack from Hungry Wolf Village!" Xin Zhuo thought for a long time before making a decision.
The five thieves looked at each other and were greatly surprised. He used "I" instead of "you".
Is this still the little boss with a bad temper and a tough temper, who is a bandit but looks down on bandits? It seems like he has changed a lot these days, and despite the generous rewards and secrets, he has become so aggressive.
"Why don't we go together! Defeat the nunnery, steal the birdseed, and plunder the nuns into the village quickly... Well, anyway, we are no longer what we used to be. Let's rob his mother!" said the third master in high spirits. call.
These words did not resonate with everyone. The picture in the minds of the thieves was not very good.
"I'd better go by myself! A person's goal is small and difficult to be discovered."
Xin Zhuo's attitude is very determined, and he will not miss any opportunity to increase the loyalty of the thieves. "I said I want you to become masters, how can you be bothered by this little thing? You just use all your free time to improve your martial arts as soon as possible. Even if I die, it's worth it!"
The main reason was that he was too hungry. In his "memory", he was hungry when he was a child. He secretly visited Shuiyue Nunnery several times. , indicating that he might be being hunted and running all over the mountain.
"Ah this..."
The thieves had strange expressions.
Especially the third head of the family, he wiped the corners of his eyes inexplicably: "This... sacrificing oneself for others, yes, that's the word, so special and touching."
"Dagui, don't In this way, I am willing to do anything for you. You misunderstood me before. I am such a big boss who is dedicated to the public and has no selfish motives.”
Xin Zhuo raised a big flag, turned around and walked away.
Until Xin Zhuo disappeared outside the mountain gate, the expressions of the thieves suddenly dropped.
Cui Ying'er took a few steps forward, full of doubts in her heart: "Have you noticed that this guy seems to be a different person? He usually has a straight face and only sighs and scolds us for being rude. Now he is not only different. After receiving the inheritance, he has become so responsible."
Han Qiniang pinched her chin: " Is there something wrong with his brain?"
"No, I think it's because the old boss is no longer here, and he has changed! He is no longer the bad-tempered boy. Sometimes men can change overnight. He has become more mature." The third master pinched his beard, and as an experienced person, his analysis was very serious.
"He has no choice. Once Fulong Village is gone, his little arms and legs will not be recognized by his comrades and will not be accepted by the government. He will definitely die without a burial place. It is reasonable to make changes."
“But this impulse is not for myself, which is really a little touching.”
“I hope the nuns in Shuiyue An find out and beat them lightly!”
...
While running, Xin Zhuo was surprised to find that the Wangyue Well fluctuated frequently.
Huang Dagui’s loyalty is increased by 10.
White tip and thin loyalty plus 10.
Cui Ying'er's loyalty increases by 10.
Han Qiniang’s loyalty increases by 10.
……
When the sun rose to the tops of the trees, Xin Zhuo came to the woods at the back door of Shuiyue Temple and tightened the sack in his hand.
On the surface, this nunnery is no different from the monk temple. The main hall has glazed flying tiles, and the side hall has flying glazed tiles. There is a yellow painted wall outside, and the green bamboos and cypresses in the courtyard sway in the wind. There are sounds of Sanskrit sutras.
The Zen spirit comes out.
Shuiyue Nunnery is not among the three temples and five temples of Fufeng Prefecture. It is not a serious temple where the official espionage was used to create crimes. The nuns in the nunnery are very utilitarian.
The most important thing is that from time to time, he comes to Fulong Village with empty words to show his kindness and persuade everyone to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, but secretly he plays a trick to drive away the small animals.
So in order to fill my stomach, I steal some food from them without any psychological burden at all.
Xin Zhuo carefully observed his surroundings, took out a piece of linen cloth to cover half of his face, quickly climbed over the wall, and tiptoed towards the kitchen in his memory.
The process was smooth.
The kitchen is small and empty, exuding the fragrance of noodles and soy products.
White steam was rising from a large steamer in a large pot, and coarse salt had been sprinkled on two plates of tender tofu on the stone table beside it.
Xin Zhuo's eyes lit up.
I rushed over and stuffed a whole piece of tofu in one bite. It was so delicious. In my two lifetimes, I never thought that tofu could be so delicious.
What is steamed in the steamer are white flour steamed buns and some vegetable buns. The steamed buns are just right in softness and hardness, and the vegetable buns are salty and light. One bite of buns and one bite of tofu soon filled my throat.
Xin Zhuo patted his belly, untied the sack, dumped the buns and tofu, and took some potatoes, pickles, and radishes from the vegetable shelf nearby, which was estimated to be enough for the village for two or three days. Eat and get ready to run away.
Turning around, I found pens and paper placed in the corner, which seemed to be used for purchasing and writing valve articles.
On a whim, I picked up the pen and wrote a few lines like a turtle crawling.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I started writing, there was a noise behind me, and two handsome little nuns in green clothes appeared in front of the door at some unknown time, their mouths opened in an "O" shape.
It came so suddenly!
Xin Zhuo's scalp went numb and he blurted out: "Listen to me, I, no, Xiaosheng... forget it, I won't explain it!"
He jumped out of the window next to him and ran straight to the courtyard wall.
"Someone is coming!"
"There is a strong man!"
Two screams pierced the entire nunnery.
Xin Zhuo's heart was beating wildly, and he quickly climbed over the wall and ran straight towards the mountain village.
While running, I looked back and saw that there were no pursuers?
However, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I saw a figure suddenly flashing out from behind the big tree in front of me, wearing a white monk's robe and a monk's hat.
Nun!
A nun in his twenties, with handsome features and big breasts, carried a three-foot light sword, and his white monk robes swayed in the wind. He had the demeanor of a martial arts master.
"Amitabha, poor nun Shuiyue'an Wutang Huixin, this road is blocked!" The nun chanted the name of the Buddha.
Xin Zhuo stopped and his thoughts changed rapidly: "Wuna nun, get out of the way!"
The nun looked at the sack on his shoulder indifferently and said coldly: "Who is the donor? Why are you hiding your head and showing your tail? Do you do such a thing? "
"Can you care?
Xin Zhuo looked around and saw that there was only one road in the huge mountain forest. He couldn't escape by running. He simply turned his head and said nonsense: "I can do it." If you don't change your name or your surname, you are the second master of Hungry Wolf Village. If you have the guts to go to our village, what's the point of stopping me? "
"Sky Cannon" is indeed the second master of Hungry Wolf Village. Xin Zhuo has heard of this person in his memory.
"It's you, you bastard! Look at the sword!"
The nun had obviously heard of this man. Without any explanation, she held up a beautiful sword flower with her light sword in her hand, and stabbed straight at him with a strong body.
It’s too late to hide.
Xin Zhuo was startled, and subconsciously drew out the notch Yanling knife for self-defense, and instinctively slashed out, opening and closing widely, without any rules.
[Rough and cunning dog-like whirlwind sword technique! 】
"Sin!"
Nun Huixin looked at Xin Zhuo's clumsy and weird sword move, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of contempt and sarcasm.
She is a martial arts nun in the nunnery. She has practiced the Eight Brocades of Broken Wind Swordsmanship. Although she is only at the ninth level, the strong man in front of her is unstable, her sword skills are vulgar and full of flaws. She is actually an incredible person. The best thief.
It was foreseeable that within one move of his, the opponent's knife fell to the ground, his chest was stabbed, blood spattered everywhere, and he lay down dead.
“Ping!”
"Clang!"
The swords struck each other, making a crisp sound.
The Qing Light Sword came out of his hand, was thrown away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Huixin had multiple scars on her chest, revealing white things. Blood splattered everywhere and she fell on her back.
Looking at each other.
I was stunned for a moment.
How did he do it?
How did I do it?
"You..."
Why was it me who fell to the ground?
Huixin put her arms on the ground with difficulty, with a look of disbelief on her face. She looked at the broken knife pressed against the opponent's chest, her head was buzzing, and her heart was filled with huge waves.
The exchange of blows just now was slowly replayed in my mind——
The opponent's sword technique, which was originally full of flaws, suddenly changed strangely, swinging away at an incredible and tricky angle. Her sword cut her chest cleanly. If she didn't take advantage of the situation and lie down, she might have died on the spot!
He is obviously not qualified! How come there is such a knife skill?
It seems to be full of loopholes and vulgar, but in fact it is sophisticated, cunning, ruthless, unpredictable, and has reached the realm of enlightenment! The key is that there is no half-hearted blessing!
"What kind of sword technique is this? Can you tell me, I will die with no regrets!"
"This... rude and cunning dog-like whirlwind sword technique!"
This damn name, Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed to say it, and he suddenly won. There was no back and forth process, and there was no sense of accomplishment at all.
He turned back and looked in the direction of Shuiyue An. There was a huge crowd and it seemed like a lot of people were coming. They turned around and left, disappearing deep into the forest in the blink of an eye.
Nun Huixin was stunned for a long time and murmured: "The rude and cunning dog-like whirlwind sword technique? Is it a self-added prefix, or is it the name?"
(End of this chapter)