As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 160 Chapter 159: Good people
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is very light and soft.

Soft like a girl from Jiangnan.

I held up two oil-paper umbrellas and walked on Anqing Street, walking leisurely.

Turning a corner, Gu Changsheng felt that this scene had a sense of déjà vu, especially the monk hiding from the rain under the eaves.

Ragged monk robes, worn-out straw sandals, muddy feet, and a shiny bald head.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Changsheng remembered that this was where Haha'er died.

Why is there another bald head?
"Monk!"

Gu Changsheng walked closer and looked at the monk with evasive eyes.

The rainwater fell from the tip of the umbrella, and her slim shoes and decent dress covered her body. Further up, her black hair fell on her shoulders. Her temperament was gentle, and the oil-paper umbrella also had a touch of softness.

The shiny bald head lowered and recited Amitabha.

"Do you know me, monk?"

The honest monk said a little nervously: "The monk knows me, but I don't know him either."

Gu Changsheng tilted his head and looked at him. The honest monk held his breath and said, "The monk knows the person next to him, so he knows you."

Gu Changsheng glanced at Jiang Yuyan. Sure enough, covering her face with a gauze veil was enough to deceive ordinary people, but for experts it was just a formality.

She asked: "Then what are you afraid of?"

The honest monk said bitterly: "Two great swordsmen, how can the monk not be nervous?"

Gu Changsheng said: "It sounds like swordsmen like to kill people."

The honest monk lowered his head and recited Buddhist scriptures, not daring to say anything. What he said was that he stabbed the fake Ye Gucheng to death from behind and said that you don't like killing people. Does anyone believe it?

He would rather face Ximen Chuixue than face these two weird women.

Gu Changsheng smiled and said, "We are kind people. You make me feel like an executioner."

The Honest Monk glanced at her and said, "The donor is in a peaceful state of mind, and there is no murderous intent in his brows. It's because the Monk is unable to cultivate and is afraid."

He was also surprised that he had just been glanced at from a distance and suddenly felt scared. Now that he was close, both of them had friendly faces. Where did that sudden fear come from?

"That's right, you look sneaky like this and will cause trouble to others." Gu Changsheng said.

The honest monk lowered his head and smiled bitterly. He was frightened by being looked at from a distance. He really seemed to have a ghost in his heart.

"A monk died here before, sitting where you are sitting now." Gu Changsheng said casually.

As soon as the words came out, the honest monk was dumbfounded.

Watching the two people leaving, the honest monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. Looking at the misty rain on the street, he suddenly felt a dark swishing behind him.

After thinking for a while, he chanted the Purana Sutra in a low voice again.

When the rain stopped, the honest monk came out from under the eaves, looked at the direction, and headed in the direction of Hua's house.

He came here to see Huamanlou. If anyone knew about Lu Xiaofeng's whereabouts, it was him.

A monk who wears tattered clothes and travels around the world.

"Quite a bit chivalrous."

This is Gu Changsheng's impression of the honest monk.

"Shouldn't it be compassion?" Jiang Yuyan's impression of Buddhism did not include the word "xia".

It encourages people to put down their butcher's knives and turn to good deeds. Even if they are a gangster and can't live any longer, they can escape into Buddhist Buddhism and regain their lives by shaving their hair.

"He is not merciful."

Gu Changsheng glanced at the street behind him and said thoughtfully: "I'm afraid... Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng, together they didn't kill more than half as many people as this monk."

This monk's behavior is very familiar.

"I am alone. If I remain anonymous, who else can have a relationship with me? Just focus on right or wrong, no matter connections, no matter background, hoe the strong and support the weak, this is the true way to be a knight!"

Honest monk, in the name of honesty.

Aren’t monks originally nameless?

His whereabouts are elusive and he travels around all year round. Few people know where he has been, and he rarely participates in the grievances between Jianghu people.

It's just that the water thieves and bandits who bully the people in the rivers and lakes, such as the Water Snake Gang, a gang of more than a dozen people, often die inexplicably, and no one knows how they die.

When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.The world is still the same world. There will always be people of all kinds doing what they like in their own way.

Gu Changsheng suddenly felt that this world was no longer so strange.

As for whether this monk is related to Lu Daxia, who knows?Maybe, maybe not, there are all kinds of people with similar temperaments in the world, working hard for the same goal.

The environment has changed, but the people have not.

When the rain stopped, Gu Changsheng put away his umbrella and flicked it. He glanced in the direction of Hua's house with his umbrella. The honest monk should have gone to Hua's house to find Hua Manlou.

An interesting bunch of people.

Dusting off her clothes, she walked in and hung up her umbrella, watching Jiang Yuyan walk by with her clothes in her arms, humming a tune.

Gu Changsheng felt something was wrong.

No evidence could be found.

"Why have you changed?" Gu Changsheng asked.

"What has changed?" Jiang Yuyan asked.

Gu Changsheng frowned. This evil-minded sister must have noticed something.

"No lust." Jiang Yuyan pointed at her.

If Chief Gu is not angry at all, who would make himself a long skirt and wear it every day?

Who has to wake people up so early in the morning?

She dipped a few drops of water from the cup and flicked it with her fingers. The tiny droplets of water hit Jiang Yuyan. Jiang Yuyan glanced at her and turned back, still humming a tune.

Small tricks can't anger Jiang Yuyan, Jiang Yuyan only finds it funny.

Jiang Yuyan was so excited that she wanted to surprise herself, but couldn't find a suitable opportunity. The more Jiang Yuyan thought about it, the more interesting it became.

night.

Dark night.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, making it difficult to see.

The honest monk huddled in the ruined temple, thinking about the two masters during the day. Why were they afraid?

It was like a weird feeling when I saw the little old man on the island.

He didn't feel hard lying on the cold ground, just staring at the dark roof.

There was some movement outside. The honest monk tilted his head slightly. Three people came in holding fire folders. They were startled when they saw someone inside.

"Hey, it turns out he is a poor monk!"

The leader saw the bald man in the temple clearly and cursed in a low voice.

The honest monk fearfully moved to the corner to make room for them.

"There is a hint of wink!"

The three of them laughed. Under the reflection of Huo Zhezi, blood was still dripping from the tip of the knife in their hands.

"I only want money but not my life. Third brother, please control yourself from now on."

"It's too dark to see clearly."

Weighing the embroidered money bag in his hand, he saw the monk's eyes falling on the knife. He raised the knife, pointed at the monk and grinned: "What are you looking at?"

The honest monk said in fear: "Sir, spare your life! I'm just resting here. If you don't like the monk, the monk will leave right now."

"roll!"

"Thank you uncle."

The monk really rolled out and crawled out.

"The temple is broken, the place is broken, they are so poor." The leader spat, lit the abandoned futons in the temple, and found some wood to chop them open.

The bonfire burned out in the middle of the night.

By early morning, only cold ashes and three corpses with calm faces but no warmth were left in the temple.

(End of this chapter)