Big Dog looked back at Fang Jie and Shen Qingfan who were chatting and laughing in the teahouse, then looked at Mu Xiaoyao and suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Why do I feel that you are smelling of vinegar all over your body now?"
"Vinegar smell?"
Mu Xiaoyao didn't realize it at first, but when he realized it, the big dog had already run more than ten steps away, no longer looking at the goldfish in the fish tank of the roadside stall, but squatting aside to watch an old man selling four puppies . The big dog has outstanding eyesight, and can tell at a glance that the so-called Western Region mastiff cubs that the old man said are nothing but Shiba dogs.
Mu Xiaoyao looked towards the teahouse and asked herself involuntarily.
"Would I really be jealous of that kid? I'm twelve years older than him!"
In the teahouse, Fang Jie counted the peanuts on the plate boredly, and asked casually, "Why did you suddenly appear here alone? What about Henggun and Qilin? And... in Nanyan Dali What about the girl you stole from the city?"
"That's an iconic beauty."
Shen Qingfan did not answer Fang Jie's question, but said with emotion: "As long as a normal man sees her, he will be fascinated."
"A strong smell of aged acetic acid."
Fang Jie teased.
Shen Qing gave him a blank look, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Fang Xie's hand and pinched the pulse gate. Fang Xie was startled, but did not resist. After a while, Shen Qingfan's expression suddenly changed.
"What method did Senior Sister and Da Quan use to break something in your body?"
"What is it?"
Fang Jie immediately asked.
Only then did Shen Qingfan realize that he had said something he should not have said, and then shook his head and said, "You should ask Senior Sister and Da Quan, I joined the team temporarily when I escaped, and they are the ones entrusted People. If you want to know, why don't you just ask them both?"
"If I can ask, why should I ask you?"
Shen Qingfan looked at Fang Jie's eyes gradually from astonishment to admiration, and he was still very curious: "Do you know how special your physique is? You should be disabled, but you are as strong as you are now. A cheetah! I really want to take you away now, tie you to a table and cut your body open one by one to see what your meridians look like."
Fang Jie knew that this crazy woman could really do such a thing, so he immediately withdrew his hand: "You came to see me, did you just want to see if I was dead?"
"You can't die."
Shen Qingfan smiled, sat up straight and said: "It's a coincidence that I came this time. The girl who was stolen from Dali City has already worshiped Master Xiao at Qingle Mountain Yiqi Temple, and accompanied Master Xiao to the imperial capital to perform martial arts. Courtyard to watch the ceremony. That girl is really impressive... Even Daoist Xiao is full of praise for her. A while ago, Daoist Xiao received a letter from Flying Pigeon. It seems that a Taoist disciple encountered difficulties here, and Daoist Xiao sent someone to come Cha, when he explained to those disciples and grandchildren, he mentioned your name and said that after he found you, he was properly protected and sent to the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty. It’s boring for me to stay around a group of stinky Taoist priests all day, so I’ll just come and have a look.”
"Cultivation genius?"
Fang Jie ignored the other content of her words, but was particularly interested in these four words.
Shen Qingshan hummed and said: "Although you have opened two holes now, there is no doubt that you are still an out-and-out trash in practice. That girl is different, she... one hundred and twenty-eight points, all open."
Fang Jie's face changed, and the doubt and surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Do you know what it means to have one hundred and twenty-eight air pockets fully open?"
Shen Qingfan smiled and said softly: "It means that she may be the number one cultivation genius in the world, and this kind of physique is even called divine body by Master Xiao. Under Master Xiao's training, she may be extremely In a short period of time, you can advance to the fifth rank, or even the sixth rank. If there are no accidents, there will be another ninth rank master in the world within ten years."
Seeing Fang Jie's fluctuating expression, Shen Qingfan asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?"
Fang Jie shook his head slowly, looked at Shen Qingfan and said seriously: "I'm used to being called trash, so I really don't have any jealousy for the genius you speak of. It's the sourness in your... Thick, even murderous."
Shen Qingshan was slightly stunned, and then smiled charmingly: "You are right, I really want to kill her."
Fang Jie hummed, turned his head to look at Mu Xiaoyao who was standing on the side of the road outside the window, and asked seemingly casually: "Shen Qingfan, do you want to kill anyone who can threaten you?"
Shen Qingshan didn't answer, but also looked at Mu Xiaoyao and said, "Don't worry, she's not qualified."
roadside.
The big dog looked at the four puppies, and couldn't help curling his lips when he heard the old dog seller brag about how valuable the dog was. According to the old man, when these four dogs grow up, they can all bite one-on-one with lions and tigers without losing the wind, and they can easily tear Northwest wolves into casual Western Region mastiffs. Such a lie can't deceive anyone at all.
He gave the old man a disdainful look, and suddenly found that the plate the old man used to feed the dog was a bit special. He squatted down and took a closer look. Although the plate was dirty and full of dirt, the big dog still recognized that the plate belonged to the royal palace of the Shang Kingdom. Now the Shang Kingdom has perished. Before burning down the imperial palace, most of the good things were loaded back to Chang'an City and dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty. They were hidden in the Sui Dynasty's attack, and those that can be passed down to the world are all treasures. Even if it's just such a plate, if a knowledgeable person sees it, he will immediately spend money to buy it, and if he takes it to a trading company, he can exchange it for a shockingly large sum of money.
Big Dog looked at the plate, then at the old dog seller, and thought that this old guy must be ignorant, and he didn't know how he got this plate.
So he planned to get this plate over, but after another thought, if he directly proposed to buy this plate for feeding dogs, the old man would definitely be suspicious, and it would be difficult if the lion opened his mouth at that time.
With an idea, the big dog pointed to the four puppies and asked, "How much is one?"
"Ten taels of silver, no bargaining for a penny."
The old man answered seriously.
The big dog gritted his teeth, and then said with a smile, "They are all purebred Western Region mastiffs, ten taels of silver is a fair price... In this way, I want four, can it be cheaper?"
"I said no bargaining!"
The old man gave Da Quan a blank look.
Da Quanxin said forget it, the plate is worth at least a few hundred taels of silver, and if you like it, it might be sold for thousands of taels. For this, it costs forty taels to spend forty taels.
He paid the money, packed the four puppies in a wooden box and pretended to leave, and then said to the old man in embarrassment: "Old man, I need something to feed the dog, why don't you give me this broken plate Got it."
The old man looked at the big dog like an idiot, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm still selling dogs on this plate!"
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Xiangshui.
Fenglin crossing.
Just the night before Fang Jie met Shen Qingfan on the street, a young and handsome man in a moon-white Confucian shirt rode a huge white tiger to Fenglin Ferry. It was already late at night, so all the ferries at Fenglin Ferry Already landed. Whether it is the fisherman or the sailor of the official ship, they have all fallen asleep.
The man in white glanced at the fishing boats docked neatly on the shore under the moonlight, and couldn't help but frown slightly. He gently stroked the white tiger's forehead and whispered: "Fu Mo, if it's so late, go wake up the boatman and let him ferry me over. Is it immoral to cross the river? Besides, if a ferryman is woken up and he makes a noise, will other people get up and help scold me? You know that disciples of Buddhist sects are not allowed to scold others, so if they scold them no matter what Me, I can only listen and not scold back, right?"
The huge white tiger seemed to understand, nodded and let out a very low neigh.
The man in white smiled, his eyes bright.
He was born extremely beautiful, if he was dressed in women's clothing, even if he looked carefully, it would be difficult to distinguish him. He is more beautiful than men and women, so whether he is a man or a woman, he is a beauty that is hard to find in the world.
"Ming Wang said, always remember to be kind... If I wake up others, it is not a good deed. Although it is not a great evil, it will eventually make people disgusted. Back then, King Ming gave me the name Chenya to tell me that even if I There is only a speck of dust in my heart, and in the end I will be close to becoming a Buddha. King Ming said that when my heart is free from dust and dirt, I can become the fifth celestial deity of the Buddhist sect."
Bai Hu listened to him quietly, and looked fearfully at the man with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth from time to time. This man looked kind and gentle, and it was impossible to imagine how he subdued this ferocious beast back then.
"For the first ten years, I have been thinking about what dust is... For the next ten years, I have been looking for the dust in my heart, but I have not found it...Why?"
The man in white looked at the fishing boats and said, "Of course it's not because I have no dust in my heart. If I were really dust-free, I might have sat in the Arhat Hall with Master. But I don't. Master can make me kneel with a single thought. When I searched for ten years and still couldn’t find it, I became more and more impatient, and the more I couldn’t understand it. But just now when I saw these ferries and heard the snoring of those fishermen, I suddenly thought of a way.”
He stroked Baihu's forehead and said softly: "I can't find the dust in my heart, so I'll put a grain of dust in it myself. Then I'll take it out again, do you think it's okay?"
Bai Hu trembled slightly, not knowing what he was afraid of.
"The river is right in front of me, and the boat is right in front of me... I need someone to cross me, but people don't want to cross me? What should I do?"
He rolled over and got off the white tiger, his white clothes fluttering gently in the night wind. His pace was extremely slow, but his forward speed was extremely fast.
As he walked, he whispered to himself: "Others refused to cross me, but I had to cross myself."
The young monk named Chenya lightly jumped onto a ferry boat. When his feet landed on the deck of the boat, the ferryboat floating on the water did not vibrate at all. The boat swayed slightly no matter how the water wave played with it. When Chen Ya boarded the boat, it was as if only a leaf had fallen from the boat.
Standing on the boat, Chen Ya looked at the bright moon in the sky, clasped his hands together and whispered: "King Ming said that to cross people, one must cross oneself first, but today, because of crossing oneself, one must cross others first. Borrowing a boat today, but Please use it to sail to Purdue in the future."
When the sun rose on the second day, the fisherman Luo Sanlei stretched his waist and got out of the boat tent. He took a deep breath of the humid air by the river, which had a slightly fishy smell, and turned around and yelled at his mother-in-law "Go to Fenglin Town and buy me a jug of wine. If there are not many tourists here today, I plan to go upstream to catch some fish and shrimp, and have a drink at night."
His mother-in-law responded, and tidied up the front skirt that was messed up by her husband early in the morning, feeling the slight pleasure brought by the clothes rubbing against the two raised particles, and the flush still remained on her face: "Then you should be more careful. You ate Song Er's wine the day before yesterday, and he has been muttering about it for two days. Just let him drink together tonight, so as not to be called stingy by him."
Lame Luo San smiled and said, "That lazy bastard Song Er, why hasn't he gotten up yet... Huh? Where's Song Er's boat? Could it be that a ferryman sent him across the river early in the morning?"
His wife had sharp eyes, looked at the other side and said: "The boat is on the other side, but why didn't he hear any movement when he pushed the boat away?"
Luo San laizi laughed and said, "It's not because you are screaming too loudly, even if it's thundering and raining outside, you might not be able to hear it!"
The woman's face turned red, and she turned her head away, not daring to meet her husband's provocative gaze, but when she turned her head, she suddenly let out an exclamation.
Luo Sanlei was startled by her, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Song... Song Er!"
The woman pointed to one side and spoke, her voice trembling.
Luo Sanlei quickly looked over, and saw the corpse of Song Er, a fisherman from the same village, floating on the water. The corpse was leaning against the side of his boat so it was not washed away by the water. His face was facing upwards, his eyes were closed, and there was no expression of panic on his face. . It was as if she was still asleep, but... there was a small round hole on her forehead. After being washed by the river all night, I don't know if the brain is empty...
When he took a closer look, he found that not far from Song Er's body, entangled in the water plants was his wife's body, and in the woman's arms... was still tightly holding the newborn baby. Like Song Er, both the woman and the baby have a small round hole on their foreheads.
On the other side of the forest thirty miles away, Chen Ya lightly plucked a leaf and dripped the dew on the leaf into his mouth. Then put his hands together and recited the reincarnation mantra, and then lightly picked a wild fruit and put it in his mouth.
"Fu Mo, you have to remember."
Chen Ya, who ate a few wild fruits, said solemnly to the white tiger with a compassionate face: "Flowers and plants also have life, and they also know pain and suffering. I hurt it by picking fruits. The seeds that should have ripened and germinated in the next year Being eaten by me is also killing... so I have to recite the reincarnation mantra to save it."
I don't know if the ghosts of Song Er's family will sneer behind him.