Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Good man..."

"More, more!"

"Left! Left! Right there! Comfortable!"

The woman kept making seductive sounds. Shi Xiu and the others looked hesitantly at the woman who was hung up by ropes with her back to them. A bald man with snow-white flesh exposed was also moving with his back to them. A candle in his hand was dripping red oil from time to time, burning the woman in front of him so much that she kept screaming.

"Is Mr. Fang's wife so fierce? But she has a nice figure!"

"This monk is a famous monk here. He is said to be very eloquent and has a nice figure."

"She's got a nice tongue... a beautiful figure? No wonder women like her... I think she has a nice figure, too!"

The sound of unbridled discussion came from behind, scaring the two people in front. The monk turned around with water stains all over his body, and when he saw several people, he screamed "Ah!" and covered his hands.

“Ah—hot, hot, hot!” The monk jumped up with a scream.

Then a burnt smell was heard, and the red candle that was originally held in someone's hand flew out and fell to the ground with a "thump".

Gollum-

It rolled diagonally all the way to Shi Xiu's feet, and the weakened flames struggled to jump up.

Snapped--

The wool-lined leather boots were lifted and lowered, and hard wax lumps splashed out.

"Who? Who is it?"

In front, the woman was tied up and hung. Without anyone to support her, she started spinning on the spot. The men then discovered that the woman's eyes were covered with a red cloth and she could not see anything.

"..."

Shi Xiu was silent for a while, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the two people with a frown. At a certain moment, he actually felt that Yang Xiong was still lucky.

"Tui'er, Tui'er."

The woman in front of him was spinning around and screaming, and Shi Xiu was annoyed: "Shut up, bitch! While you were having fun here, that bitch had already been caught."

The low voice immediately silenced the two noisy people.

Da da--

Footsteps were heard, and Shi Xiu took two steps forward, tilting his head to look at the couple. Even though he had thought a lot about it before coming here and had some preparations, he still found himself a little naive when the time came, and he didn't know how to start the conversation.

"My dear men, what do you want? I have a small fortune, and I am willing to give it all to you if you let me and my husband go."

The bald man who was kneeling beside them and pulling the red wax with tears in his eyes looked up at the woman, then nodded vigorously at the few people: "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The spies in the room looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, waiting for Shi Xiu in front to speak. Unfortunately, this desperate man did not even look at them, but just glanced at the two adults, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

"Good man, good man!" The woman struggled, and the rotation that had almost stopped began to spin again: "Speak, good man, how much do you want, one thousand strings of cash, two thousand strings of cash? If it's not enough, I still have banknotes at home. With the notes, anyone can go to the bank and withdraw money regardless of their status."

The noisy voices made the young spy Sima more irritated, and he suddenly shouted, "Shut up, do you think everyone else is a fool? Your husband is thousands of miles away in Linhuang Prefecture, how can he appear here as a bald man?"

The woman suddenly fell silent, but her blindfolded face changed color, and her legs trembled, causing the rope hanging her to shake continuously.

"I've clamped your dirty mouth. If you dare to say a word from now on, men will be stuffed into a vinegar jar and pickled like donkey dung balls, and women will be tied to a flagpole for the people of Liaoyang Prefecture to see!"

Ignoring the woman who was trembling, Shi Xiu walked up to the monk.

choke--

The iron knife with a cold glow was unsheathed and stabbed down fiercely.

bass--

"what!"

The monk instinctively shrank back, feeling a chill in his crotch. The knife was stuck in the wooden board beneath him, sticking to the skin under his crotch, with the sharp blade facing him. He suddenly froze there, his gray flesh stretched tight as if firm, and he dared not move.

"Master Guangrun, right?" Shi Xiu stared at the monk in front of him expressionlessly, and said in a gentle tone: "I have an important matter for you to do. I wonder if you can give me a favor?"

Guangrun's mouth twitched, and he looked at the long sword with some fear, thinking to himself, how can you beg someone to do something like this? But since you are asking...

"Gudu——"

Swallowing hard, the monk blinked and said in a hoarse voice: "Of course, but I have nothing and I am also stupid, I am afraid..."

squeak--

The blade tilted towards him, and the chill on the blade made his entire crotch itch.

"No, no, no! A hero has something to say, move it away! Move it away!"

"The monk Guangrun."

Shi Xiu paused for a moment, and said in a low voice without any emotion: "My secular name is Huang Shitou, and I was born in the eighth year of Da'an in Liao Dynasty. I have two older brothers, one of whom died young, and one of whom is living with his parents in his hometown near Liaoyang Prefecture. I have four younger sisters. After you shaved your head and entered Dongming Temple, your family had a lot of money in a few years, and they all got married. Your brother and two younger sisters already have children."

Guangrun's eyes suddenly widened, and he heard Shi Xiu's almost silent voice: "You are indeed a talented person, and you are qualified to be a son and a brother, but you are lustful and like other people's women. Besides this..." He stretched out his left hand and pointed at the woman tied up above with his thumb: "There is another woman you have an affair with."

She took her left hand back and patted his fat cheek, her tone apologetic: "Time is tight, we only found these two, please forgive me.

By the way, we sincerely ask you to do something for us, Master, you won’t make it difficult for me, right?”

Guangrun's teeth made a slight "clicking" sound and his bald head nodded frequently, but his body was tense as if he was standing still, not daring to shake even a little.

"Master has mercy."

Shi Xiu stood up, drew out his sword, sheathed it, and raised his head towards the naked monk on the ground: "Go put on your clothes, your dirty thing is an eyesore."

"Put it on right away, put it on right away." Guangrun hurriedly got up and ran to the scattered clothes and put them on randomly. He even didn't notice that he was hastily putting the woman's red bellyband around his neck.

"Fang Wang." Shi Xiu looked at the hanging woman, his hand holding the knife handle turned pale. "I am too lazy to repeat the things in your family. You are a smart person. You know what to say and when to shut up. The grandfathers don't care about your troubles. Just stay at home honestly and don't provoke me, otherwise..."

"Don't worry, my good man." The woman nodded hurriedly and turned around: "I don't know anything tonight."

Shi Xiu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the two men again. Seeing that the monk was almost dressed, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

There was a sound of footsteps going downstairs, and soon the sound of doors opening and closing came from the second floor. Several people walking in the yard heard the cry of "Cui'er, Cui'er!", chuckled, and then took the monk to another house in the city.

The next morning, Guangrun, who had not slept all night, put on a straw raincoat and sat in a carriage heading for Dongming Temple in the east of the city. From time to time, he looked at the figure driving the carriage outside, and then looked at the few extra boxes beside him and fell silent.

He knew about these people's plan and wanted to report it to the temple, but the lives of the old and young in his family were in the hands of the other party, and...

He stole a glance at the other person's sitting posture and shrank his neck.

After spending a night together, he not only knew what the other party asked him to do, but also guessed that the other party was a figure in the imperial court. But could it be that the imperial court was going to take action against Dongming Temple?
Guangrun's chest was pounding, and he felt like a disaster was about to happen. However, he was in a dilemma and could only watch the car drive all the way to a familiar building and stop.

"Master, we're here." A hearty voice came, and Guangrun couldn't help but shiver again. He could still faintly feel the sharpness of the blade under his crotch.

"Thank you, benefactor."

After adjusting his mood, the monk stepped out of the carriage. Shi Xiu, who was pretending to be the driver, took the things out of the carriage and whispered, "Don't show your true colors. What you did is enough to ruin your reputation, and there is no way to stop it. Also, think about your family." Guangrun's cheek twitched, and he nodded helplessly, whispering, "This is saved by this poor monk."

"That's great. Someone will contact you in two days. If you do well, we will let you return to secular life. You can even become a rich man."

Guangrun closed his eyes and nodded.

Shi Xiu narrowed his eyes, put down the last wooden box, stood up, and said in a cheerful voice: "Master, I'll leave the things here. If you come to me next time you go out of the city, I'll give you a discount."

He bowed, jumped into the car, and with a "Gee-up" sounded, he drove the car back.

Guangrun took a breath and called out to the temple gate, "Come here with some safe people."

Immediately, a young monk in disciple's clothes ran out, looked at Guangrun and called out, "Uncle Master, you're back so early."

He looked down at the ground and saw: "Another donor has given me something like this."

"What are you talking about?" Guangrun took a breath, his face darkened, "This is called offering. Monks are empty of the four elements, how can they accept any gifts?"

"Yes, yes, it is an offering. I made a mistake."

"Uncle Master, I will help you move in."

Amidst the chatter, a few young and strong monks stepped forward to pick up the box, muttering, "It's still a bit heavy."

I was a little surprised when I heard the clanging sound: "Why is there still water sound?"

Guangrun's expression remained unchanged. He glared at them and said, "Walk carefully and be careful with the steps."

He hesitated for a moment while looking at the things they were carrying, and finally said, "This contains high-quality ink donated by a donor. It is an elegant item, so be careful with it."

"Okay, Uncle Master, don't worry."

A few little monks responded with laughter, and their figures entered the temple gate and walked further and further away.

Within a few days, several wealthy businessmen and believers of various sizes walked into the temple, donated money, and devoted themselves to meditation.

A few days later, news came from Dongming Temple that the temple's morning bell broke by itself, and bloody copper liquid oozed out. In the middle of the night, bloody drums could be heard outside the temple, and the sound of injustice could be heard for hundreds of miles.

Everyone in Liaoyang Prefecture was shocked.

……

into the night.

The cold wind blew through the streets, penetrating the skin and bones. It was sleepy time at Longfu Temple in Dading Prefecture, Zhongjing, but now the lights were on. Soldiers dressed in the clothes of yamen runners and constables surrounded the place. Many monks, both big and small, blocked the temple door with their hands clasped together and solemn expressions, confronting the people from the Zhongjing Liaison Office in front of them.

After noon today, the ancient locust tree planted in the front yard of Longfu Temple bled due to the rain. The pilgrims who came to burn incense at that time were all terrified, and many of them ran to report to the authorities. The people in the government office did not dare to neglect and sent people to inquire. However, Longfu Temple has taken root here since the day it was built in Zhongjing. Over a hundred years, it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even the messengers did not dare to act rashly and had to report to the higher authorities.

"Pu Hui is the host, you better get out of the way."

The officer in charge of the team stepped forward and bowed: "If you continue to block us here and prevent us from going in to check, I will have no choice but to report this to my superiors. Then those who come will not be as easy to talk to as me."

"My fellow donors, this is a pure land of Buddhism, where ascetics practice. The monks observe the precepts and do not hoard gold and silver, nor do they hear of killing. The morning bells and evening drums are only for the purpose of understanding the sufferings of all living beings. If you insist on entering, I am afraid that you will disturb the kindness of the Buddhas. If you want to make a connection with me by offering food and drink, I am willing to lead my disciples to serve tea and chant sutras at the mountain gate."

Standing in front, the old monk in a red cassock lowered his brows and said, "The Brahma Net Sutra says: 'Swords and sticks are not allowed into the Sangha.' This is not to reject people, but to protect the Dharma. I hope the donor will understand and stop outside the door of the world, leaving a lotus platform untainted by war."

The officer looked at him twice, turned around and shouted, "Ten men, put down your swords and guns."

The officers and captains handed their swords and guns to their colleagues in the back and then stepped forward. The official then turned to look at the old monk and said, "Master, can I go in and check it out now?"

Pu Hui lowered his eyes and twirled his beads: "Although you have put down your weapons, the karma between your eyebrows and eyes has not disappeared. Although your hands are empty, the flames of war are still burning in your hearts. The Shurangama Sutra says: 'If the mind is attached to weapons, it is the same as holding a blade.' If I allow you to enter the temple, it will be like allowing the murderers to break their cushions, and allowing the drums in front of the battle to drown out the bells.

How about this: you all come through the threshold as commoners, eat the plain porridge in my temple for three days, listen to a lecture on the Ksitigarbha Sutra, wait until the anger in your eyes turns into rain under the eaves, and the calluses on your hands turn into incense in the stove - then, not to mention entering the temple to investigate, even tearing down the wall of my Longfu Temple is fine."

clap clap-

"Okay, okay." The official in front clapped his hands, stopped and looked at him seriously: "I think I have given enough respect to Longfu Temple. The abbot is stubborn, and I have nothing to say."

Rumble-

There was a roar in the distance, and the sound like muffled thunder made everyone concentrate on looking. In the dark night, a dim light illuminated the dead tree at the corner. As the thunder gradually became clearer, a figure wearing iron armor and holding a torch appeared at the end of the field of vision.

click -

The old monk clenched his hands holding the Buddhist beads and stared at the officers and officials in front of him with wide eyes: "You..."

"It seems that someone has spread the news." The official standing opposite shook his head, turned back and looked at the old monk with some amusement: "If I had been allowed in earlier, maybe everything would have been fine. Now..."

He spread his hands and said, "I can't make the decision anymore."

As he said this, he retreated towards the temple, and at the same time signaled the yamen runners and captains behind him to make way so as not to block the approaching army.

The roar gradually subsided, and under the torches, the black iron armor reflected the cold light.

Under the frightened gazes of the monks, the soldiers holding the flags of the Wuwei separated to make way for two young faces. Xu Wen sat on his horse and glanced at the more than 300 monks gathered at the door in front of him: "There are still quite a few people."

Motioning to the side, Su Yi rode forward and unfolded a white silk cloth: "Your Majesty's order: The old locust tree in Longfu Temple is bleeding, and the people of the capital are worried. In order to relieve the people's worries, the Right Guards are ordered to investigate. Officials and people are not allowed to stop us. If there are those who are stubborn and unyielding..."

He raised his eyes and looked at the old monk, baring his white teeth: "Behead!"

Xu Wen raised his hand: "Right Guards, listen to my orders!"

"exist--"

Waving his arms forward: "Enter the temple——"

"Here!"

Clang——

The sound of swords being drawn was heard in front of the Buddhist temple, followed by the rumbling of footsteps and the slight vibration of armor moving into everyone's ears.

"Abbott..."

"Uncle..."

The bald monks couldn't help but take a step back, and then looked at the old monk in front of them with horror. Pu Hui sighed and turned to the side: "Get out of the way."

This is what the monks, both big and small, were waiting for. Upon hearing this, they hurriedly made way for an empty space. The soldiers in armor walked by calmly with their swords in hand, without even a glance.

Only an old monk wearing a red cassock stood in front of the temple, with his eyes closed and his lips moving slightly, as if he was chanting scriptures and praying.

That night, Wu Wei cut the old tree down to the heart of the tree and found three hundred volumes of land deeds and certificates in the hollow cavity, with a piece of silk on top:

The golden body swallows the Big Dipper, and the jade chime devours the cold stars.

The cassock is rolled up in the snow, and the bells and drums are buried in the dragon courtyard.

Incense ash corrodes the jade seal, and the Buddhist sounds crack the purple wall.

The Black Axe descends from the Nine Skies to punish you by making you cross the Yin Mountain. (End of this chapter)