Chapter 11 Shuiyue An Hui Rulan
The path down the mountain is clear.
The good news is that we can open for business and go down the mountain to rob.
The bad news is that when you go down the mountain, you will probably be killed directly by the police officers of Fufeng Fucheng.
According to the results of Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang's patrolling down the mountain at night last night, there was a significant increase in the number of arrests at the foot of the mountain.
This situation is bad!
Not only is it difficult for everyone to go down the mountain to rob the road, but the police are also very likely to take the initiative to go up the mountain to encircle and suppress them!
After a long while, in the middle of the dining table, Bai Jianxian dipped his chopsticks into the rice soup, drew a circle of crooked "Ghost Drawing Talisman" maps, and said with great imagination:
" What if we avoid this road, go around other peaks, and go down the mountain to rob without anyone noticing?”
“That’s not right, that’s not right, yo-yo.” Huang Dagui banged the bowl with an inexplicable expression on his face. Bold and unrestrained, "The detour must at least pass through Shuiyue An or Qiugong Pavilion. They will definitely not let us pass. Even if we are lucky enough to pass, it will still take a fucking hundred miles. The mountain road is difficult to navigate, and we will become soft-footed rabbits. No one has the strength to rob.”
"The third master is right. We can't get through other places, otherwise we would have gone long ago." Han Jiulang's face turned into a ball of pain, "I miss the days of robbery so much. I planted this tree and drove this road..."
The three of them were used to robbing, and they felt itchy after resting for a while.
“As long as we know robbery, shouldn’t we think about how to survive?”
Han Qiniang took a mouthful of cabbage and chewed it with her red lips puffed out. It was quite interesting: “Don’t mention the government. , There has been no news from Menghu Village in the past few days, and it is very likely that they have arrived nearby and are preparing to attack us!"
"Why are they so sure that Menghu Village will destroy us? The situation at the foot of the mountain is not right, and they have no scruples? ”
Xin Zhuo raised his own question.
Cui Ying'er wiped the corner of her mouth and sneered: "I, Fulong Village, uphold justice for heaven, and do justice in the world. We only rob corrupt officials and unscrupulous businessmen, while Menghu Village, no matter how good it is, If any passer-by passes by, they must be killing people and robbing goods.
The old boss can't stand it and often beats them. Sun Wu, the boss of Menghu Village's "Ghost Blood Sword", was hung up and beaten many times by the old boss. Sun Wu was a bastard. The vengeful master has always held a grudge. How can he not take out his anger on us once the old boss is gone?
How can he swallow his anger if the government kills us first? ”
In the "memory", my grandfather indeed only robbed corrupt officials and large businessmen. When he encountered poor people, he would not take any money from them and let them go directly. This was also the direct reason for the poverty of Fulong Village. After all, there were profiteers and corrupt officials in the world, and there were several people who happened to take this path. road?
"So, now we are not only unable to go down the mountain to rob, but what we are facing is not whether the government and Menghu Village can fight, but who can fight first?"
Xin Zhuo concluded.
Robbery=0.
Fighting Tiger Village = 6 people vs 800 people.
vs. Shangguan = 6 people vs endless.
What a terrible experience.
"That's right!"
The white-tip lady smiled and also expressed her own opinion: "Then it is possible that when Menghuzhai arrived, they happened to meet the officers and soldiers, and the two groups were dog-eat-dog. A hairy mouth? I think it’s very possible! No one knows them better than me.”
“It’s possible, but we can’t have any illusions.”
Cui Yinger said. Those officers and soldiers' official rations and extra salary are all based on merit. Maybe they encounter the Tiger Village, and they will stand in the way. Let's attack first, and then make a contribution. You must know that those minions from the Hungry Wolf Village came down the mountain last night, just in time. When we bump into the police, we will know our true and false status just by asking.
In addition, fortunately, Shuiyue An and Qiugong Pavilion did not come to find fault, otherwise we would really be at our wits end! ”
The thieves looked at each other in confusion, as if they were back a few days ago.
The destruction of Hungry Wolf Village seemed to have changed something, but it seemed that nothing had changed.
Feeling depressed in the chest Huang Dagui yelled: "Surprise the capital, chop off the emperor's bird's head, snatch the emperor's bird's seat, and give it to the boss!" ”
As we all know, the third boss wants to chop off the emperor’s head, just as a way to vent his anger, but Xin Zhuo sounds very happy.
It's a pity that the emperor is too far away, and even the policemen of a county can annihilate him.
"Good ambition! All the heads of Fulong Village are really very ambitious!"
A scolding sound suddenly came from outside, the sound was like trickling water, refreshing, and obviously full of emotion. It's sarcastic, but it doesn't sound annoying.
The thieves looked at each other and walked out of the Juyi Hall.
Outside the cottage, in the maple forest, among the rustling leaves, two nuns stood.
The moon-white monks' robes rustled in the autumn wind. They were all slender and in their twenties. Perhaps because they had been fasting and chanting Buddha all year round, their minds were calm and undisputed. Their faces were as white as snow and their expressions were gentle.
Especially the first one, who is graceful and graceful, with willow-shaped eyebrows and a pair of beautiful eyes like a silhouette of autumn water, with a somewhat intoxicating charm in the mist.
Xin Zhuo knew the nun at the back, the busty nun Huixin who had been defeated by him.
The person in front of me was a stranger, but an inexplicable sentence appeared in Xin Zhuo's mind: Why did you become a monk, this beautiful lady?
"Just now, the second boss said that Shuiyuean didn't come to find fault, and now it's here! It's so annoying, damn it."
Bai Jian cursed softly.
Han Qiniang and the others also looked at each other coldly. It rained all night, and the nun from Shuiyue Temple really came.
According to my temper, I just slashed at him with a knife, but the old master always taught everyone that they should treat monks gently and not treat them with common sense.
"Little nun, who are you? What are you doing here?" Huang Dagui didn't have so many worries. He swung his simple knife vigorously and cut off the green leaves of the newly sprouted potatoes with white tips and thin seeds. "See me Is there a knife in your hand?”
"The poor nun is as smart as an orchid, and the nun in Shuiyue Temple is a martial arts nun. The knife in the hands of the donor is indeed sharp. If you kill the poor nun, you can let go of the anger in your heart. How can the poor nun cherish this stinky skin?"
Take the lead? Mei Ni clasped her palms together and recited the Buddha's name, her red lips lightly opened, which was pleasing to the eye.
“That’s what you said!”
Huang Dagui stepped forward with the knife, looked at the other party’s upright and awe-inspiring look, and the fearless look in his beautiful eyes, then turned around and came back. , with a face full of shame, "I feel like I can't beat her!"
Cui Ying'er frowned slightly, and took a step forward: "What on earth is the little teacher's wife doing here? Let's not talk about the same old thing!"
Hui Rulan said: "I heard that there was a dispute between Guizhai and Hungry Wolf Village yesterday, and they killed Soaring Cannon and Chaidonghu?"
"So what?"
"You We are all miserable people, so why bother ourselves? Killing is a crime, the person who loses his life is suffering, and the person who kills is guilty. It is better to put down the butcher knife and go down the mountain. The new magistrate will be generous and will definitely save your life, food and clothing. "
This is the same rhetoric again, Cui Ying. The son frowned and was speechless.
True Holy Mother!
Xin Zhuo has truly understood the "compassion" of the Holy Mother. Regardless of whether it is unreasonable or not, he takes it for granted. If the government cuts people like him with a knife, who can he ask to reason?
At this moment, the pride of being a Zuan person and a keyboard warrior in his previous life jumped out, waving his hand to Cui Ying'er and others to enter the room, leaving this place to him.
Cui Ying'er and others looked at him in surprise, then obediently entered the room.
Hui Rulan then looked squarely at Xin Zhuo. She seemed to have seen this handsome young man once when she came here before, but she had never taken another look at him. After observing him carefully, she never imagined that he was so good-looking.
Slender figure, face like a crown jade, lips painted like vermilion, eyes like dotted paint, a smile on his face, revealing a pair of dimples.
The key is that he doesn't have a trace of gangsterism, murderousness, vulgarity and impulsiveness that bandits are accustomed to.
Just like the pretty boy next door!
My beautiful lady, why did you become a thief?
She instinctively thought of this sentence.
"Who is the donor? What's his name?" she asked softly.
"It doesn't matter who I am, and my name doesn't matter either. It's just a code name. What matters is, who are you? What are you doing here?"
Xin Zhuofu stood with his hands in his hands and spoke seriously.
What a strange statement, Hui Rulan chuckled: "Poor nun Hui Rulan, I just said that I am here to persuade you to let go..."
Xin Zhuo immediately interrupted: "In what capacity do you persuade us to put down the butcher knife? "Why can you let us put down the butcher's knife?"
Hui Rulan was a little stunned: "A nun is a monk and a disciple of Buddhism. He has the heart to save all living beings. It is the nun's responsibility to persuade donors to do good!"
"Why can Buddhist disciples persuade people to do good? How can I, the bandit, not do it? How do you know that I, the bandit, are not doing good? I, the bandit, cannot save all sentient beings?"
"What the bandit did, But robbing families and committing illegal and unjust things is a serious crime. Yesterday, Guizhai killed two heads of Hungry Wolf Village, which is proof!"
"Have you ever seen me in Fulong Village robbing families? The people in the village are full of evil and their crimes are heinous. We just want them to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot!
As expected, the two heads of the Hungry Wolf Village have already made atonement at the feet of the Buddha in the Paradise!
This is a great merit, so we not only have kindness in our hearts, but also great kindness!”
"... Ridiculous! The donor is arrogating!"
"What is arrogance? It's just that you think what I said is wrong, so you think I am arguing!
On the contrary, can I also think that Is the young master trying to make excuses?
Who dares to say that he is definitely right when it comes to things in this world?
If you advise me to be kind, can I also advise you to be kind? Good, give the bandits a way to survive? Are you doing evil or good by forcing each other?"
"Buddha..."
"Don't mention it to me, Buddha, why did you become a monk? You gave up human desires and ignored human ethics. You shaved off your hair easily and were unfilial to your parents. Was that right by Buddha?
For example, why am I a thief? Am I born evil? I have no livelihood, no clothes, no food, and am living in the mountains. Are the emperor and the government right? "
"I..." Hui Rulan's face was pale and she was speechless. She forgot to call herself a "poor nun".
Xin Zhuo rebuked loudly: "You call yourself me? I also call myself me. What's the difference between you and me? What's the difference between a bandit and a nun?
Bandits are evil, but what are nuns?
Who is this ‘I’ in your mouth? Is the me you are talking about my true self or my ego? Do you recognize it?
Where did I come from, where will I die, why was I born in this world, and what does my appearance mean to this world? Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world?
Is there an end to good and evil? Is there any length of time? Where did the good people go in the end? Where do the evildoers go in the end?
Where does the lost time disappear? Where does future time stop?
What is good and what is evil? you! Have you realized it? "
"This..."
Hui Rulan's face turned pale for a moment.
"Ah...I...seem to have enlightened!" "
Nun Huixin, who had been listening dryly for a long time behind her, her chest was rising and falling, and her face was sometimes confused and sometimes firm.
(End of this chapter)