Chapter 21 Chapter Eighteen

There are many kinds of smiles in the world, there are smiles, flattery smiles, sweet smiles, fake smiles, sneer smiles, Yan smiles, hearty laughs, mouth-covering chuckles, sea-smiles, and pedestrian walls outside the wall Neijiaren laughed, but no kind of laughter could describe Monk Peter's smile at this time.It was a smile that mixed the tranquility of Buddha nature and the wisdom of intellectuals. It was confident and restrained. However, when you savored this smile carefully, it made people feel like they were on their backs, and there was a sense of powerlessness that was completely controlled by the other party.

So when Monk Peter smiled at him, Luo Zhongxia was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back.Monk Peter didn't move at all, he proclaimed the Buddha's name on the spot, and asked, "Amitabha, sir, may I ask Gao's name?" Luo Zhongxia had seen his step just now, it was no small matter, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, while thinking about how to use Qinglian's posthumous writing, he replied perfunctorily: "My surname is Luo, Luo Zhongxia." "Oh, Mr. Luo, it's a pleasure to meet you. I think there may be some lucky relationship between us. How about we take the opportunity to chat?"

Luo Zhongxia didn't listen to Monk Peter's words at all. Seeing that the three of them were not kind, he thought that the only way out was to strike first.After several fights, he also gained some understanding of the nature of Qinglian's posthumous writing, which added a bit of confidence, unlike the ignorance and ignorance he was at the Changchun Thrift Store. His lips moved a few times, and Monk Peter leaned forward slightly, and said, "Mr. Luo's voice is too low, can you say it again?" "The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across the Yumen Pass."

Luo Zhongxia repeated it again. When Monk Peter heard it, he suddenly realized that it was already too late.I saw the long wind like a waterfall, rising from the ground, turning into a wind dragon and sweeping away - although it is not as domineering as Ling Yunbi, it is also astonishing in momentum. Monk Peter clasped his hands together, wanting to repeat the same trick, and drew a round shield.Unexpectedly, this storm was blowing so strongly, his strength could prevent the Unicorn Lock, but he couldn't withstand the storm of the Qinglian Pen, his body swayed, and he couldn't help but take three steps back.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhongxia didn't remember the following sentence, and in a hurry, he grabbed a random sentence: "Gu Fan is far away, the blue sky is gone, only the Yellow River flows into the sky." The storm stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere of the audience began to be dignified and gloomy.Monk Peter got a chance to breathe, and then he stopped his figure.Instead of being angry, he smiled, and praised loudly: "As expected of Qinglian pen, it really is the style of a general." Seeing that the enemy still had the energy to praise, Luo Zhongxia secretly became anxious.These verses were memorized by him that night while holding the "Complete Works of Li Taibai".

It seems that the new is not as good as the old, and it is better to use a few poems that I have memorized.So naturally, he began to display "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall".This poem is grand and full of metaphors, and it is easy to be concretized into combat power by Qinglian's posthumous writing.It has defeated Qin Yi, and its actual combat experience should be trustworthy. Luo Zhongxia recited the first two sentences slowly, while looking at Monk Peter vigilantly, making circles with his feet.The first two lines of this poem are flat, just foreshadowing, and do nothing. In fact, they are for the sudden outbreak of the third and fourth lines, which is called "waves on the flat ground" in poetic law.Naturally, Luo Zhongxia didn't know these techniques, but with the little common sense he learned from his martial arts novels, he knew that a set of palm techniques can be used in a row from beginning to end, and the power is several times stronger than a few moves alone.So he read the whole poem line by line from beginning to end, which also coincided with the poet's mind.

There were chanting sounds everywhere, purple smoke curling up all around, and the sound of water faintly resounding, forming a strange landscape.Monk Peter didn't know the truth, so he didn't dare to push forward.Luo Zhongxia was overjoyed when he saw this, and opened his mouth to recite the third sentence "flying down three thousand feet". As soon as this sentence comes out, even if Monk Peter has the power to reach the heavens, he may not be able to resist it. Unexpectedly, before the word "straight" came out, the old lady who had been by the side suddenly spoke, and shouted: "OK!" The voice was not loud, but it was full of energy, crisp and clear, like a copper bean falling to the ground, with a clang rattle.If there are experts present, they will definitely applaud and praise this is simply the rebirth of Zengfen and the resurrection of Yusheng.

This whistling hit just above the "seven inches" of the poem.Poetry is divided into flat and flat, "Fei Liu" is flat, and "straight down" is flat.The word "Xing" of the old lady is picked from the back of her head, and the rhythm is so decisive that Luo Zhongxia couldn't read it immediately. Luo Zhongxia settled down, thinking that maybe this was just a coincidence, there was no reason for it.He glanced at the old lady, determined to speak quickly and see what she could do. But no matter how fast he speaks, the old lady can always hit the right point, just cutting off the rhyme of the poem.He couldn't even make a sentence, let alone exert any power.Luo Zhongxia repeated several times to the middle of the chant, but was cut in half by the old lady's explosive sound. After a long time, he gradually felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he felt suffocated.The old lady's whistling sound became louder and clearer, making it hard to believe that this was an old woman with silver hair.

This feeling was the most uncomfortable. Luo Zhongxia was full of emotions and couldn't vent his emotions. His chest was tight and he couldn't help but raised his neck and yelled.This sound doesn't matter, the sound of purple mist and water created by Qinglian's posthumous writing is completely destroyed, faded away, and has no more power. Seeing that the opportunity was right, Monk Peter quickly winked.The second pillar on the side hesitated for a moment, and finally rushed forward, a clean knife landed on Luo Zhongxia's neck. The unfortunate fellow fell to the ground with a groan, and fell unconscious for the second time in one night.

The surroundings are quiet, and the night is still dark.The three of them approached Luo Zhongxia, the old lady restrained her excitement, looked around, and said, "This matter is of great importance, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, it's better to find a place to stay first." Monk Peter pointed to the Passat that Qin Yi dropped, and replied easily: "Miss Qin gave me a hint, I think that place must not be far from here." The old lady nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Erzhuzi, let's go." Erzhuzi glanced at Luo Zhongxia apologetically, and bent over to carry him on his shoulders, as easily as carrying a bag of grain.

The three of them got into the Passat unceremoniously. Monk Peter skillfully pulled away two wires and started the ignition. The car started to vibrate and drove slowly out of the woods. I don't know how long it took, Luo Zhongxia woke up leisurely, and found himself leaning against a stone tablet, his limbs were not bound, and a soaked blue bandanna was still covering his forehead. He took off his handkerchief and tried to make sense of his surroundings.It was still dark at night, and the surrounding shadows were full of old buildings, with low eaves and corners, which looked very depressing.There is only one bean candle light dimly on the top of the stone tablet, and the candle flame sways with the wind, sending a few wisps of lilac fragrance from time to time. Luo Zhongxia touched behind him, and found that the stele was taller than himself, with some handwriting vaguely engraved on it, but it has been worn away by the years, and now there is only an outline.The path under the stele is paved with uneven stones, and the gaps are filled with fine loess, with occasional spots of green grass, exuding a sense of desolation and antiquity. At this time, there was a cracking sound in the darkness. Luo Zhongxia shuddered when he saw Monk Peter slowly coming out of the darkness, his whole body was on guard like a cat with its fur ruffled. "Mr. Luo, Don't panic." Monk Peter stretched out his hand, trying to appease him, "We have no malicious intentions." "No malice?" Luo Zhongxia touched the back of her neck and said sarcastically. "That's a last resort. Under the situation just now, Mr. Luo, I'm afraid you won't listen to us at all." "Am I going to listen to you now?" Monk Peter straightened his glasses and said unhurriedly, "At least we've got a good start, haven't we?" Luo Zhongxia snorted, noncommittal.He has already been fooled by Wei Shiran and Qin Yi, no matter how short-sighted a person will be, he will have a longer memory.Monk Peter laughed and said, "Haile Selassie said that a conversation with chains cannot be called a conversation. In order to show sincerity, we have removed the rope from you." Luo Zhongxia asked who is Haile Selassie Laxi was not interested, he stretched out his hands, and with a secret luck, Qinglian responded immediately. Fortunately, the spirit of the pen is still there, but it is a little stagnant, not as light as before. He couldn't wait to withdraw the pen spirit a few hours ago, but now he is glad that it still follows him.Even Luo Zhongxia himself found this kind of contrast ridiculous, but what could he do in the face of reality? At this time, the old lady and Er Zhuzi also appeared from the darkness.The old lady changed into casual clothes, but she still exuded a strong majesty, but the two pillars beside her were like a stubborn rock.When the two of them saw Luo Zhongxia, they were both in awe. "Let me introduce, the poor monk's Dharma name is 'Peter'. There is a saying in Buddhism. If you can give up the other's recitation, you will get nothing, so it is what you say." Monk Peter folded his palms reverently and proclaimed the Buddha's name, then waved his sleeves and pointed to another place. Two people, "This one is the elder of the Wei family and also the teacher of the poor monk, Master Zeng Guifen Zeng, and the other is the eldest grandson of the teacher, named Wei Caiyong, but we all call him Erzhuzi." Er Zhuzi grinned and cupped his fists, "I'm sorry I knocked you out just now. If you feel bad, you can hit me once, and I will never fight back." Zeng Guifen squinted at Er Zhuzi, Er Zhuzi quickly closed his mouth, scratched his head and giggled . "My nephew is a bit simple and honest, but he is a good person. As for Mr. Zeng, if you have the opportunity, you can go and listen to her lamp and drum. It is the best in Hebei. Her voice... well, you have seen it just now, right? ?” Monk Peter hurriedly introduced. Zeng Guifen waved her hand to show her humility, "Actually, many of Taibai's poems are informal. If you choose "Flying Dragon" or "The Road to Shu", I'm afraid I may not be able to control it." No wonder her voice is so loud, it turns out she is a big drum singer.Luo Zhongxia was secretly amazed, and at the same time became more vigilant. They really belonged to the Wei family, and they didn't know what it had to do with Wei Shiran. "We've finished our introduction, Mr. Luo, is it convenient for you to talk about your situation?" Monk Peter was very particular about his choice of words, as if he was discussing with Luo Zhongxia instead of interrogating him. "Luo Zhongxia, a sophomore at Huaxia University." He replied dryly.This answer obviously did not satisfy them. Zeng Guifen raised her hand to signal Monk Peter not to ask further questions, and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Luo, do you know that you have Qinglian's posthumous writing in your body?" Luo Zhongxia curled her lips, and said disdainfully, "So what?" Zeng Guifen and Monk Peter were taken aback by his attitude of discarding it like a bag.Monk Peter said strangely: "It seems that you don't know the significance of Qinglian's posthumous writing on your body." "I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing. If you can take it away, just come and get it." He was confident. Monk Peter shook his head and sighed: "The human pen blends together. Taking out the pen is equivalent to taking away the soul. Do you want us to kill you?" Luo Zhongxia thought that the fox's tail was finally exposed, and said with a sneer, "It's easy to kill me. I'm afraid that Qinglian's writings will go away with ease, and everyone will lose money." Monk Peter glanced at him sympathetically, and said softly, "Mr. Luo, do you know where this is?" "You brought me here, how do I know?" "It's not that we want to bring you here, but Miss Qin wants to bring you here. We just followed the clues to find this place." Monk Peter smiled, "This is Fayuan Temple." "Fayuan Temple?" Luo Zhongxia looked around again, it did feel like an ancient temple here.It's just that he remembered that the temple had been converted into a Buddhist library now, and he didn't know what the special purpose of these three people was to capture him here. "Aren't you afraid that others will know? This is where the Buddhist Association of China is located." Monk Peter shook his head lightly, "I have a way to make them unaware, not to mention that this place is a place of steles, and no one will come here in the middle of the night." He stretched out his index finger and drew a circle with it, covering a radius of more than ten meters. The inner capital was shrouded in a thin layer of atmosphere, and then said: "Fayuan Temple was originally called Minzhong Temple. It was originally set up by Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty for the soldiers of the Tang Army who died in the battle in Koryo. Song Qinzong and Xie Fangde in the Song Dynasty, Zhang Zhu in the Yuan Dynasty, and Yuan Chonghuan in the Ming Dynasty all had ties to this temple. , all filled with sighs of resentment and resentment. After thousands of years of accumulation, this temple naturally has a sad and gloomy atmosphere." He patted the stele, and the candlelight ignited by itself. Luo Zhongxia saw that the text on the stele was somewhat clear. It was a verse: 〖Hundreds of dangerous ladders trace the blue sky, relying on the railings to embrace the long wind. The gold and silver palaces are in the sky, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are in one breath. As things go forward, people in the dynasty grow old, and the ghosts are the heroes when the soul comes. I only pity the south garden of the city in spring, and the lonely flowers fall old red. 〗 The poetry is bleak and the tone is melancholy.The inscription is Mr. Huai'an. "What do you want to express? You should tell the Bureau of Cultural Relics." Luo Zhongxia didn't know that Mr. Hua'an was Zhang Zhu, so he asked coldly. "Qinzong and Xie Fang felt the pain of subjugation, Zhang Zhu felt the grief of the current situation, and Yuan Chonghuan was even more resentful. Even in the entire history of China, the grief and grievance of these people is the deepest. Therefore, the whole capital city is here to complain the most." When Monk Peter said this, his eyes froze behind the lens, "The spirit of the pen is a spiritual thing, and it is the most sensitive to emotions. Taibai's pen has an elegant temperament. I am bound by a heavy spirit of sorrow and anger, and cannot do what I want—like a mosquito in turpentine." "Could it be that……" "That's right, Miss Qin obviously intends to bring you here to kill, and then use the spiritual energy to stick to Taibai's posthumous writing that escaped from the host, and then take it calmly." After hearing this, Luo Zhongxia's complexion changed.No wonder I felt stuffy in my chest as soon as I came here, it turned out to be another reason.If what they say is true, they are now in great danger.As long as they kill Luo Zhongxia, Qinglian's last pen will be at their fingertips. Monk Peter seemed to see through his thoughts, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Luo, you are overthinking, our Wei family is not the kind of low-level people, otherwise we would have made a move, why bother talking to you here in vain?" "Then... who are you guys, and what is your relationship with Qin Yi?" Monk Peter and Zeng Guifen looked at each other, Zeng Guifen said: "If we tell Mr. Luo about our Wei family and Qin Yi, would you also tell us the origin of Qinglian's posthumous writing?" "Okay..." Luo Zhongxia reluctantly agreed to the proposal.He was afraid that if this group of people was annoyed by repeated pushes and obstacles, nothing might happen. "Before I talk, can you let me feel that Qinglian's posthumous writing?" Zeng Guifen said.Luo Zhongxia saw that the old lady's expression was sincere and did not seem to be fake, so she stretched out her hand.Zeng Guifen's hands trembled slightly, she held Luo Zhongxia's hand carefully, as if a devout Christian kissed the back of the Pope's hand.With a little effort in Luo Zhongxia's brushwork, the green lotus bloomed gently, and a strange feeling of warmth and softness passed down Luo Zhongxia's hand to Zeng Guifen's body.The old lady froze in place as if struck by lightning, her facial features intoxicated.After a long while, she opened her eyes again, and her eyes were shining. "That's right, that's right, this is the legacy of Taibai!" Luo Zhongxia withdrew his hand back, Zeng Guifen nodded, and habitually knocked on the non-existent big drum with his right hand, and the index finger and thumb of his left hand met.Er Zhuzi and Monk Peter stood respectfully with arms folded.Her mellow voice came eloquently, which was extraordinarily clear in the silent night. "I think you, Mr. Luo, know about Webster's origin. In fact, our Webster's family has spread to this day, and our clan is quite prosperous, but the only one who really holds the secret of the pen spirit is the main house." The current situation is chaotic, and people's hearts are unpredictable. If any unworthy descendant goes out with a pen spirit to show off, sooner or later it will bring disaster to the entire family. Therefore, most of the Wei family members except the main house and the heads of the houses, also They don't even know about the relationship with the pen mound. Zhengfang has always adhered to the strategy of keeping a low profile, trying to keep a low profile and keep aloof from the world." Zeng Guifen's voice was slightly raised at this time: "Thirty years ago, Wei Qing, the eldest grandson of Wei Tongsu, the head of the Wei family's main family, just responded to the call of the country and participated in the movement of going to the mountains and going to the countryside. He went to a town called Longshanqiao in Dangtu, Anhui. There were more than a dozen young people from all over the country accompanying him, among them was a girl from Shanghai named Qin Bo. When the young master wrote letters, he always mentioned her, and the clan quickly discovered that the words revealed true feelings.” She During the conversation, there was a look of nostalgia, and the three words "elder young master" were very loving. "The times have changed, and the Wei family doesn't attach much importance to "the words of the matchmaker, the orders of the parents"—but the Wei family has the secret of the pen mound, and the young master is the eldest grandson of the main house, so he has to be careful in choosing a mate. They sent a distant uncle of the young master to Longshanqiao Town to investigate secretly in the name of visiting relatives." "This story sounds like "Story Club"." Luo Zhongxia muttered to himself. Zeng Guifen continued: "After Wei Shiran went to Dangtu..." "Wait a minute! Who are you talking about?" Luo Zhongxia suddenly heard the name, as if his nerves had been whipped. "Wei Shiran is that distant uncle of the young master." Zeng Guifen asked in bewilderment, "Do you know him?" "It's not just that I know..." Luo Zhongxia smiled wryly, pointing to his chest, "I owe this green lotus pen to him." He looked again, and saw that the faces of Zeng Guifen and Monk Peter had turned ashen and extremely ugly.