Forty-seven, the dark night fragrance

Xuefeng Mountain was originally named Xianggu Mountain. The mountain range stretched for more than 60 miles, crossing the four counties of Houguan, Luoyuan, Gutian, and the Minqing County. A hundred years ago, there was a high-ranking monk Yixian. This school was established. Wang Shenzhi of the Fujian King once asked Yicun: "What is the difference between Master Xianggu Peak?" Yicun replied: "There is still snow on the top of the mountain in summer." The king said: "This mountain can be called Xuefeng." Therefore, Xianggu Mountain was renamed Xuefeng Mountain. Xuefeng Mountain was steep and magnificent, with beautiful scenery, and it is known as "the beautiful Minyue" and "the first peak of Qiongyao".

Monk Jingquan said: "Everyone work harder and hurry to Chongsheng Temple on the northern foot of Xuefeng Mountain to rest. The abbot of Chongsheng Temple and the monk have an old age."

After walking fifteen miles, the sky gradually darkened. The roadside was surrounded by lights and colorful houses, dividing cakes, celebrating the moon, and celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival. With the help of adults, the children set up brick towers on the open space, piled up rice straw and firewood, and ignited them to see the fireworks. This is called the "Baobao Pagoda". I don't know where it originated?

The children's laughter came, and Princess Qingle was so sad in the carriage. Seeing the dusk, Cousin Xuan was still missing, and his heart gradually became anxious again and said loudly: "Old monk - the old monk -"

The old monk Jingquan responded outside the carriage: "What are the princess's instructions?"

Princess Qingle asked in anger: "Do you know what day is today?"

The old monk Jingquan said: "Mid-Autumn Festival."

"What else?" asked Princess Qingle.

The old monk Jingquan asked: "What else?"

Xiaoqian said with a crisp voice: "National Master, today is the birthday of His Highness the Princess."

The old monk Jing Quan shouted "Ah" and claimed the crime: "I don't know, so I must hurry up and celebrate the birthday of His Highness when I arrive at Chongsheng Temple, and give merits to pray that our eight kingdoms of the Zhongtian and Tang will prosper and forever bring about the favor of Qin and Jin." He shouted his life to speed up his progress.

Princess Qingle shouted: "Stop, stop, I am hungry and tired, and I want to find a store to stay."

The old monk Jing Quan said: "If it weren't for the two cars breaking down in the afternoon and delaying the time, and now I have arrived at Chongsheng Temple, how can I stay in this wild shop in the mountain village? Please ask Your Highness the Princess to be wronged for another half an hour, and it will arrive soon." He ignored Princess Qingle and was only destined to rush on his way.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, every family reunites, and there are few travelers who are rushing to the road. The road is secluded, and only the eight countries of Zhongtian rushed to the road. On the left is the rolling Xuefeng Mountain, and on the right is the passing tributary of the Minjiang River. At the end of You, a bright moon rises from behind everyone, with clear light everywhere, so that the fire can be raised to light up.

The old monk Jingquan took a car for a day. At this time, he got off the car and took a horse, so he sang in the moon cloak, and went to the Zen water and moon realm. He was leisurely. Suddenly, someone in Princess Qingle's carriage sang softly:

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight? I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are cold. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world--"

Although the old monk Jingquan was obsessed with greed and did not follow the precepts, he was over 60 years old and had a wide range of knowledge and had the ability to appreciate it. He listened to the lyrics and music freely, with reason and interest, and nodded frequently when riding on the horse, and couldn't help but ask, "Who made this lyrics?"

Xiaoqian quickly poked his head out of the car window and said, "This is what my son-in-law wrote, chanting Mid-Autumn Festival." His eyes were circling.

The old monk Jingquan said with a "Oh": "I'm also hearing about Zhou Qicha's talent, but God is jealous of the talented people. Zhou Dashi was buried at the bottom of the sea. Otherwise, I would invite my eight kingdoms at the middle heaven to grandly send her back to the country and report her life after the princess and the Holy King's wedding! Wouldn't that be nice!"

Princess Qingle now knew that Zhou Xuan was not dead and was no longer sad, and said, "This is a plunder, not an invitation."

The old monk Jingquan laughed and said, "It's the same. Anyway, the princess wants to get married. In the past, she sacrificed her wife and taught her daughter, "the father is just one, and the husband is the husband." Everyone is married. Isn't our country's saint far better than Prince Xuezhu Liu Shousu? In the future, the princess will thank me for saving the empress halfway through the bitter sea of ​​the Southern Han Dynasty - Xiaoqian, and sing the second half of the lyrics again."

Princess Qingle said: "Don't sing cumin!"

The old monk Jingquan laughed "hoho" and said.

Xiao Xun held Princess Qingle's hand and shook it gently, saying, "Your Highness, let's sing it to the national master. The national master is still relatively tolerant of us in the past two days."

Princess Qingle didn't speak, which was accusation.

Xiao Xiao sang wildly: "——Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

The old monk Jingquan was about to exclaim, but suddenly he heard someone shouting and rushing towards him in front of the road.

The two horse-riding military men in front immediately pulled their horses and held their swords, and shouted, "Who is it?"

Three people ran towards each other and shouted: "There is a tiger! There is a tiger!"

Miao Huzi jumped off the horse and said with a knife: "Where is a tiger?"

Under the bright moonlight, a Han man and two mountain kalpas rushed over. He stopped panting in front of the carriage and horses, still looking back in fear, looking in a state of terror.

The Han man was wearing a blue shirt and panting, "I don't know where I jumped from - a big tiger with white eyes and white forehead jumped up, lying in the middle of the road, biting something, I don't know if it was a human or a beast? I really scared me!"

There are many tigers in Fujian, which are well known to everyone.

Monk Jingquan said: "Miao Huzi, take two people to see. There is a tiger just right to kill it. Eat tiger meat and try it out."

The man in the blue shirt was still breathing and said in surprise: "My guest officials, that's a tiger. You have to light a torch, beat gongs and drums to scare the tiger away."

Miao Huzi shook the knife in her hand and said with a smile: "I'm so afraid, you can wait, and see the three of me drag the tiger back." He rushed over with two martial artists.

At this time, a man carrying a load came from the east. When he saw a group of carriages and horses stopping here, he hurriedly asked what happened? He heard that a tiger was blocking the road and said in surprise: "Why did this tiger come here! Two people were killed in Shannan a few days ago, one was a hunter, the other was a monk, and the monk from Chongsheng Temple."

The man in blue shirt wiped sweat with his sleeves and said, "Fortunately he ran fast, otherwise he would have been fed the tiger. I was still in a hurry to go home for the festival." He blamed the two Shanha and said, "You two have abandoned all my goods, what should I do!"

The two Shanha complained: "Escape is important, but you can't control the goods. The tiger only eats people and does not eat goods. When the bearded official drives away the tiger, he will pick it up."

The man in the blue shirt thought about it, so he sat down on a bluestone on the side of the road and said, "I was able to run just now, but now my legs are weak." He smelled the sour and sweet fragrance and asked what was the Shanha carrying the load?

The Shanha put down the load, but it was two round barrels and replied: "Fruit wine is carried to the Jinao Spring in front. Today is a big festival for us to wait for Shanha. Shanha, which covers dozens of miles of radius, gathered there to jump the moon to worship the gods."

The Han man said, "Let's buy a bowl to help me with shock."

Na Shanha said, "How easy is a bowl to sell? Just buy a bucket."

The man in the blue shirt said: "Just one bowl."

Two Shanha who were picking up goods for the Han people muttered: "I'm so stingy, so I bought two more bowls to drink with me and it's worth a few more money!"

The man in the blue shirt said, "Then you will deduct it from the wages."

A Shanha said angrily: "I have money, why should you deduct it?" He turned to Shanha who was picking fruit wine with a smile and said: "Brother, it's great to sell two bowls of me. Is Shanha the whole world a family?"

Picking fruit and wine, Shanha hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, two bowls, twenty cents."

Xiaoxia in the carriage said: "National Master, Gong—"

"Shut up!" The old monk Jingquan shouted: "What do you want to do? Don't call me randomly!"

Xiaoqian said timidly: "Master, she is thirsty and wants to drink this fruit wine."

The old monk Jing Quan said: "Isn't there water?"

Princess Qingle shouted, "I am hungry and I want to drink some fruit wine."

The old monk Jingquan was worried that Princess Qingle would cry, so he issued thirty cents and bought three bowls of fruit wine for Princess Qingle and the other two to drink. While looking at the expressions of the blue-shirted Han people and the wine-selling Shanha, he saw that Shanha had no strange expression and brought the wine over happily, and then he felt a little relieved.

A fresh aroma of fruit wine wafted, and the warriors from the eight kingdoms all sucked their saliva.

Wubian Yan Qing smacked his lips and said, "Mr., we have bought all this wine?"

When the old monk Jingquan saw it, he nodded slightly. Yan Qing was overjoyed and quickly took out half a tael of silver for the wine-selling Shanha, and brought both barrels over, and was about to drink.

The old monk Jing Quan said, "Don't worry, wait for Miao Huzi to come back to drink together." The old monk was still a little worried. Although the fennel and the others had drunk, there was no abnormality, he still asked Miao Huzi to find out the situation before talking about it.

However, after waiting for a while, after almost a cup of tea, Miao Huzi and the other two had not yet seen Miao Huzi come back.

The old monk Jing Quan shook his white eyebrows and asked the man in blue shirt: "How far is the place where you meet a tiger?"

The man in the blue shirt scratched his head and said, "I was shocked at that time. I turned around and ran away. I don't know how far I ran. I guess it will not exceed three miles at most."

The old monk Jing Quan ordered the other two military officials to go and take a look. Don't go far. If you don't see Miao Hu Zi, they will come back immediately.

Shanha, who sold the wine, sold the wine and went back the same way.

The Lan-shirted Han Man and the other two Shanha became nervous at this time, got up and looked forward, and said, "What's going on? Could it be that the big bearded man was eaten by a tiger?"

Yan Qing shouted, "Don't talk nonsense! Speaking of a tiger slowly means that there are two tigers. Why are you afraid of having weapons in your hands?"

I heard someone in front of me yelling with tragic voice: "Tiger——" the sound stopped abruptly, as if the throat was bitten.

The old monk Jing Quan said in a terrifying manner: "Be careful!"

The Lanshan Han and the two Shanhas were even more scared and trembled all over. The Lanshan Han said, "What should I do? My goods!"

Two Shanha said, "I'm almost gone, so why should I care about goods? We won't pick on this guy." He ran eastward.

The man in the blue shirt shouted: "Don't run, don't run, I'll pay you double wages."

The two mountain ha were running fast, and the Lan-shirted Han people chased after him, but they disappeared in a short while.

The old monk Jing Quan said, "Let's go on the road together, go and take a look. I want to see what kind of tiger is so powerful!"

Seeing that there were no outsiders present, Wubian Yan Qing said, "National Master, let the subordinates lead a few more people to see it. It is safer for the national master and the princess to stay behind."

The old monk Jingquan said: "No, go together, don't separate."

The two carriages carried the three princess Qingle and the thirteen Eight Nation people on the road carefully, but they did not ride horses and each held their mounts.

The old monk Jingquan pulled off the gray cloth head he was wearing, revealing the bald head with nine-point scars. He was carrying an iron Zen stick in his hand, and walked in front, with two military soldiers guarding the left and right.

After walking out of more than a mile, under the moonlight, two corpses were lying in the middle of the road. The two military men who were looking for Miaohou were covered in blood and covered in scars with sharp claws. The throat was covered with bloody holes, and they had been dead for a long time.

The old monk Jing Quan said in surprise: "These two people have good martial arts skills, and even tigers will not be so bad!"

The night wind was shaking, the trees were shining, and more than ten people from the eight countries in the sky were shocked.

The servant Xi Erniang said, "Is it a mountain mandrill? It is said that a mountain mandrill cannot enter the sword and gun, and its claws are as sharp as a knife."

The old monk Jingquan was also a little nervous and said, "No matter what kind of mountain mandrel beast, go straight forward, there are still ten miles away from Chongsheng Zen Temple. Pay attention to both sides of the road, and keep the knife away. If you have me, no matter what evil demons and heretics, I will kill him!" He ordered people to throw these two corpses into the Minjiang tributary on the right side of the road and continue on the way.

After walking for three or four miles, there was no trace of Miao Huzi and the two martial artists. After shouting, there was no reply and disappeared out of thin air.

At this time, Zhou Xuan, Si Chi, the beautiful patriarch, and her four male and female guards were looking down at the chariots and horses of the Zhongtian Eight Kingdoms who were slowly passing by twenty feet below. Zhou Xuan could hear the sound of Xiaoxiang and Princess Qingle in the carriage.

The four cynics said: "The old bald donkey was cautious and did not drink fruit wine!"

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "No hurry, you have killed five of them, weakened their strength, and slowly kill them." He turned his head to the beautiful clan leader beside him and said, "Captain Pan, should we go to jump the moon to sacrifice to the gods now?"

In order to facilitate movement, the beautiful matriarch lifted up the embroidered skirt and tucked it on the belt. It was covered with green breeches, tied with trousers, and exposed their toes. His eyes were as bright as stars in the dark night, saying, "It's already started. The county magistrate listened carefully, it was the sound of flutes and drums."
Chapter completed!