Chapter 1 Ancient Temple and Women
Compared with the continuous rain in autumn and spring, the cold wind and freezing rain in winter are particularly cold, mixed with ice droplets that look like snow but not snow, and hit the face like a knife. pain.
The frost-covered path had not rested for a while before it was destroyed and became muddy and slippery again.
Ignoring the mud on his clothes, Jiang Shouzhong helped the old man with sprained feet into an abandoned temple and breathed a long sigh of relief. Wiping the rain on his face with his sleeve, he took off the firewood that the old man was carrying and placed it against the wall.
“It’s really changing these days.”
Looking at the water arrows that kept splashing on the ground, Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness in his brows.
A small handkerchief embroidered with lotus leaves was suddenly handed to him.
The obedient little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket who followed the old man looked at him timidly, her big black and white eyes as pure as morning dewdrops.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and shook his head, "A girl's handkerchief cannot be given to a strange man casually."
The little girl was confused and looked confused.
The old man who accidentally sprained his foot when going down the mountain limped to the stone pier. He didn't bother to let his granddaughter wipe off the dust on it and sat down on it. He took out the stick of old dry tobacco he carried with him and took two hard puffs to relieve some of the pain in his feet. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't smoke outside, there will be bugs in the passage. Old man, I had expected it, but when I went down the mountain, my eyes grew in the back of my head." , I suffered this. Fortunately, I met you. It’s okay for the old man to be caught in the rain. It’s just that the girl is sick due to her weak body, which is very troublesome.”
She is about seven or eight years old. The little girl in the red cotton jacket put away her handkerchief and snuggled next to her grandfather.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled warmly and said: "Sir, I have always taught students that when someone is in trouble, they should take it for themselves. What's more, if you didn't know that there is a temple here to take shelter from the rain, I am afraid that my body would be too weak. I'm about to get cold."
The old man looked at Jiang Shouzhong, who was wearing a green shirt and had a handsome appearance. He was obviously a scholar, and praised: "The old man has seen many scholars, but he has such a heart as the young master. There are very few people who are kind and have good temperament. I think your husband must be a great Confucian saint.”
“I’m joking, not everyone can be a Confucian saint.”
Jiang Shouzhong placed the bamboo book box on the ground and carefully took out the books wrapped in butter paper. After opening it, I saw that the books were not damaged by moisture. I felt relieved and could take a leisurely look at the abandoned temple.
The temple is half collapsed, the wooden beams are rotting, and the tiles are shattered on the ground. The weathered Buddha statues are incomplete, their faces blurred, and their former sanctity and solemnity have long since disappeared.
According to records, this was once a famous haunted house.
Of course, this haunted house is not because of the deaths, but because of bad feng shui.
The official offices of the three envoys of the former dynasty were built here. On the day when the official offices were built, a Feng Shui master kindly reminded: This house is in front of the river and directly behind Taishe, which is not suitable for people to live there.
It's just that the first-time official didn't believe in Feng Shui, so he was demoted soon after. The successor also didn't stay long and was demoted to a border town. In subsequent terms, they were all demoted or dismissed from their posts due to fault.
Eventually, this official office was transformed into a temple, but even the incense did not flourish for long and gradually fell into disuse.
The old man applied some herbal medicine to the injured ankle, then sat quietly on the stone pier, looking at the dense rain curtain, smoking a dry cigarette, the smoke was thick, and the little granddaughter choked and coughed. .
Facing his granddaughter’s angry eyes, the old man took back his cigarette. Just as he was about to chat with Jiang Shouzhong, suddenly, a plump and beautiful figure crashed into the temple to take shelter from the rain.
The woman is about 20 years old, with a soft appearance and a particularly round figure. Her rain-soaked dress is stretched out like a fat koi carp swimming in the rain.
Especially when running, there are two burdens jumping around, which attracts much attention.
The woman was startled when she found someone in the temple, and subconsciously moved towards the door.
Seeing clearly that there was an old man, a child and a handsome scholarly man in a blue shirt inside the temple, the woman's wary eyes relaxed a little, and she smiled apologetically at the old man and Jiang Shouzhong, "Sorry to bother you. , the slave family is here to take shelter from the rain.”
The old man said with a smile: “It doesn’t matter, we are here to take shelter from the rain.”
“Come here.”
Jiang Shouzhong deliberately made way for a relatively clean open space.
"Thank you, sir."
The woman's wet hair sticks to her dimpled lips, and she is indescribably charming. She obviously just curves her mouth politely, but it is full of the unique charm of a woman. Charming charm.
Jiang Shouzhong picked up the book box and went to the rubble of the Buddha statue. After rummaging through the book box, he took out a copy of "The Ming Ji of Rites" engraved by the Taiwu Academy of the Dazhou Dynasty. With the sound of rain, I sat up straight and looked at it with great interest.
A gentleman is like jade or an orchid.
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
The woman twisted her skirt, walked to a clean open space, and sat elegantly on a stone pier covered with a straw mat. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her hair. Occasionally, she looked at Jiang Shouzhong with her beautiful eyes. .
There was a strong wind and rain outside the temple, but everything inside the temple was quiet.
With outsiders around, it was hard for the old man to chat with Jiang Shouzhong anymore, especially when he saw that the other party was reading seriously, so it was even harder to disturb him. Bored, he couldn't hold it back, so he picked up the dry cigarette again and smoked it in small sips.
Time flows silently.
Although the rain has weakened, it still shows no sign of stopping.
The thin wisps of smoke exhaled from the old man's mouth lingered in the temple, as if there was an extra hint of incense.
After Jiang Shouzhong finished flipping through "Book of Rites", he also took out a copy of "Tian Yao Zhi Yi" written by the famous novelist Dong Guo Huaiyu as a pastime in his spare time.
When I was in the middle of reading, suddenly a touch of the fragrance of sandalwood, which was like orchid and musk, penetrated my nose.
But the woman came to his side at some point and was looking at the book in Jiang Shouzhong's hand attentively. The damp hair dangled lightly on Jiang Shouzhong's cheek, tickling. Jiang Shouzhong turned his head in confusion and looked at the woman.
Because the other person is bending over, he can naturally get a glimpse of the scene inside the coat. The black silk bellyband is close to the skin, making the black person extremely black and the white person even whiter.
After realizing it, the woman hurriedly straightened her slender waist, two blushes flew up on her cheeks, and her crisp voice was quite seductive, "I'm sorry, sir, I was bored for a while, so I thought of asking him to borrow a book. Take a look, I don’t want to be fascinated by it.”
Jiang Shouzhong moved the book box and placed it in front of the woman. “You can take whatever book you like.”
The woman is really not polite. Kneel down and start rummaging.
This squatting makes the scenery more prosperous.
As for the "prosperous" method, it cannot be described in three words or two sentences.
The plump woman did not find the book she wanted, so she simply sat next to Jiang Shouzhong, pointed at the page he was reading and asked curiously: "Sir, what is this book about?"
Jiang Shouzhong frowned, "Didn't the girl just watch?"
The woman was stunned, "My family is not very literate."
Jiang Shouzhong laughed dumbly, feeling the woman's soft and delicate body gently pressing on his arm. With a calm expression, he patiently explained the content of the book, "This page tells the story of a scholar and a fox demon. It is said to be a story about a man who came to Beijing. A scholar who was rushing to take the exam stayed in an ancient temple in the middle of the night. He never expected to meet a beautiful woman, but the woman was actually a fox demon who specialized in seducing people who stayed here..."
Waiting for Jiang Shouzhong's explanation. After finishing, the woman was still not finished. She moved her waist slightly, outlining a seductive arc, and asked with a smile: "Master, do you like this story? Or, do you like the beautiful fox demon in this story?" < br>
The old man in the temple frowned when he saw this situation.
The world is getting worse.
Jiang Shouzhong shook his head, "I actually don't like foxes, nor snakes, rabbits, etc. I prefer fish."
After a pause, Jiang Shouzhong stared at the woman's fair skin and said seriously: "I especially like grass carp."
The woman's face changed, and then she glanced at him with a look of blame, a charming smile, and her palms were soft. Hong's white jade hand gently patted the other party's shoulder, as if flirting, "Young master, this taste... is really unique."
"There is nothing I can do, the taste is indeed quite strong."
Jiang Shouzhong always sat upright, and even when the woman's smooth little hands swam to the man's abdomen like fish, he never showed any signs of indulgence.
Liu Xiahui is nothing more than this.
Suddenly, the woman's hand stopped.
She frowned with her thick and beautiful eyebrows, her eyes showing confusion, "What is this thing?"
"A gun."
Jiang Shouzhong smiled slightly. "Be careful, it's easy to get angry."
The woman was stunned, as if she still didn't understand, until her fingertips touched a copper wing-shaped sign, her face suddenly changed, and she said sharply: "You are a six-fan The door’s dark light!”
The plump woman turned around and tried to escape.
However, a yellow paper talisman with wisps of natural lines was already attached to her back.
It is the second-class Six Animals Killing Talisman of Dao Sect Zhenxuan Mountain!
The woman raised her neck and screamed, making a long series of shrill sounds. She fell heavily to the ground, her fingers flexing and stretching like a spasm, scratching the ground. As black smoke rose, it turned into a koi carp. After struggling for a few times, it became silent.
The grandfather and grandson in the temple were dumbfounded and frightened by this scene.
Jiang Shouzhong stood up, kicked the dead fish on the ground, took out a fine fire gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger on the dead fish.
The fish body exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.
The soup is tasteless.
Jiang Shouzhong put on the lead ammunition and comforted the frightened old man warmly: "Don't be afraid, old man. I am from Liumen. I heard that there are monsters here that harm foreign travelers, so I came to check. Pretending to be a scholar , just to lure it out."
Jiang Shouzhong took out the six-door identity token, walked up to the two of them and waved it to reassure them.
"Speaking of which, I can be considered as saving your lives."
Looking at the trembling little girl, Jiang Shouzhong tried his best to smile in a gentle tone, "Say thank you."
Little The girl instinctively said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and touched the other person's little head, then picked up the blunderbuss and pointed it at the little girl. With a "bang" sound, the little girl's head exploded like a watermelon.
New book sets sail
(End of this chapter)