The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 136 Thousand Lantern River

"That's the most famous place in the capital to search for flowers and ask willows." A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar next to him interjected.

Upon hearing this, Shenxiu said quickly, "Master, then we can't go!"

Daoran said: "Be safe and don't be impatient, sir, please tell me about this Qiandenghe in detail."

"Little master, if you want to know about Qiandenghe, please ask the right person." The old scholar lifted the lid of the teacup, and then... nothing more.

Daoran, Shenxiu and Xiaoqing all looked at him eagerly without any reaction.

Xiaoqing even muttered: "You really said it."

The old scholar rolled his eyes, these people from other places really don't know each other.The teahouse listens to jokes, so at least they have to serve people a pot of good tea. The lid of this cup is lifted, but I can’t understand it. It’s really not polite.

If it were someone else, the old scholar would have left long ago, but the three people in front of him really looked unusual.

Not to mention the little monk who is like a man descended from heaven, the slightly older monk next to him is also the face that can make Qiandenghe sisters open their legs for free. The little girl next to her doesn't look very smart, but she is cute and cute It can be regarded as stunning.

There must be some story behind the gathering of such special three people and conflicts with the group of Taoist priests in red.Storytellers need new stories to attract audiences, and the old scholar is aware of this, so he interjects to see if he can get some inside information.

Consider it a fair trade.

The old scholar took a sip of tea to calm down, and then said: "This Qiandeng River did not exist 25 years ago, when the real Qiansu just became a national teacher, and he went out to walk with His Majesty in the palace.

"When we came to the Bian River, His Majesty had a whim, stretched out his hand and stroked forward, and said to Qiansu Zhenren, if there is a small river here, running through the southeast, it will definitely become a prosperous place.

"Hearing this, Master Qiansu hurriedly shouted that Your Majesty is wise, he is truly a sage who understands people's sentiments.

"Your Majesty shook his head and said, "The river channel is used to promote commerce, but digging the river requires a lot of people's power, and it is difficult to harm the present and benefit the world.

"Reverend Qiansu said, Your Majesty has the heart to benefit the world, and a poor man can do his best. Immediately, he promoted the altar to perform a method, and in exchange for countless heavenly soldiers and generals, he actually dug out this canal overnight.

"Your Majesty has a great heart, so he issued an imperial decree to bestow this canal as the dojo of Qiansu Daoist. However, Qiansu Daoist said that this is because His Majesty loves the people like a son, so he can move the world. He asked the heavenly soldiers to come down to help him. Dare not take credit.

"With this good story about the monarch and his ministers, the canal naturally prospered. In more than 20 years, it became the most prosperous place. Later, it gradually became a place where there are many painted boats. Every night, thousands of painted boats light up and travel like a Long dragon, so there is a saying that thousands of light boats on the river are like dragons."

The cadence and twists and turns of these words made everyone feel very comfortable. Shenxiu couldn't help but said, "It's a shame, sir, not to talk about books."

The old scholar said to Shenxiu angrily, "This old man is just a storyteller."

Shenxiu said Amitabha in embarrassment, in exchange for a second look.

Daoran didn't expect that this national teacher has become a folk legend, and the story is well told, even if there are a lot of edits and embellishments, there should be no mistake that the canal is related to the national teacher.

It's just that this old man is dishonest. What he wants to hear the most is the interesting stories about the brothel, but he doesn't talk about it here. It's as hateful as those authors who deliberately break the chapters.

But listening to the story of the storyteller, the national teacher is not like the kind of treacherous official who makes people angry, but has a bit of fairy air, like a real man of Taoism.

Daoran felt that this public opinion was a little strange, and a few younger scholars next to him scolded: "Sun Xiucai, you're making a fuss about that evil dao that is ruining the country again, it's really insulting to the gentlemen!"

The storyteller known as Sun Xiucai didn't change his expression when he heard it, and took another sip of tea and said, "Common people like to listen to this, you trash who can't even pass the exam as a scholar, how old are you?"

Then there was a speechless noise, several scholars tossed words like insulting, scum and so on, and occasionally there were clever sentences with yin and yang, but they were also quoted from classics.

Sun Xiucai, on the other hand, was cunning and cunning. He directly swears back those curses, and pretends not to hear the kind of sarcasm that ordinary people can't understand.The people in the teahouse didn't know why, they just thought that these few scholars were not good at cursing, and they were madly exported by Sun Xiucai, and all of them applauded Sun Xiucai.

When quarreling in public, right or wrong is not important, the key is to win the support of passers-by.

Sun Xiucai is well versed in the three flavors, and every sentence hits the point.

So in the teahouse, the voices of booing to several scholars became louder and louder, and after a while these thin-skinned scholars ran away blushing.

Sun Xiucai made a bow and said to the people in the teahouse: "Thank you for your righteous words. Tonight's visit to Qiandenghe is free."

This time the applause was even louder, and everyone said that Sun Xiucai was righteous.

Daoran looked at it quietly, he really deserves to be the capital of a country, and there are quite a lot of folk talents here.

Next, Sun Xiucai ordered a new cup of tea, and then he talked about the story of exploring the Qiandeng River that night.The content is also easy to understand, it is a love story between an infatuated scholar and an oiran girl who is a performer but not a woman.

However, the love between the two is expressed more with actions, and even the lyrics are full of sentimentality, which makes everyone hooked.

In the teahouse, only Shenxiu closed his eyes and kept chanting Amitabha.

If it weren't for the fact that the three of them let them listen to the story for free, they would have been kicked out a long time ago.

In less than a quarter of an hour, [-]% of the story has been told, and the rest is the climax of the oiran being favored by the grand master's son and forced to take him as a concubine, and the scholar trying his best to rescue her.

But at this time, Sun Xiucai said: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down."

There were bursts of boos in the teahouse, but soon there were applause and applause.I don't know if it's Sun Xiucai's popularity, or the quality of the audience, who knows that free things can't be babbled.

"Master, let's go quickly, we haven't found a place to live today yet," Shenxiu said.

As a monk who strictly abides by the rules and precepts, it is really a torment for him to listen to such obscene songs.

Dao Ran listened with gusto, among other things, many driving words are very creative, much more exciting than the old-fashioned old tree roots.

"Shenxiu, you just patronize and listen to those obscene sounds."

"I'm not, I don't!" Shenxiu quickly denied.

"If not, why didn't you hear this sentence? There is a rule in Qiandeng River. If you write a poem well, you can avoid one night's board and lodging. The protagonist of the story, the scholar, wrote [-] poems in a row, and stayed on the boat for a while. Only then did I meet and get to know Huakui." Daoran said.

Daoran not only listened to the story carefully, but also observed the reactions of the surrounding people.The story of exploring the Qiandeng River this night will inevitably involve the key figure of the national teacher. Dao Ran found that the national teacher is not heinous in the eyes of the common people in the capital, but rather popular.

This made Daoran very curious. You must know that this national teacher directly caused the plague in Yongzhou and sent monsters to kill people wantonly in Hangzhou. He was not merciful to the common people.

Why does such a person have such a good popularity in the capital?

This problem seems to be worthy of study.

Shenxiu admired Daoran for keeping his heart clear in this kind of story, but when he heard what Daoran said, he asked in surprise: "But... Master, you are going to live on the boat, right?"

"Why not?" Daoran asked.

Xiaoqing also echoed, "Yes, yes, I also want to see what the Qiandenglong looks like."

Xiaoqing, who has never read much, didn't hear much when she listened to the opera just now. She just remembered the thousands of lights floating on the river, like a galaxy falling into the world. She really wanted to see this scene.

"But Master Qiqing asked you to go to Qiandenghe, it's clear that it's a Hongmen banquet." Shenxiu said.

"Going to Qiandeng River doesn't necessarily require a banquet, just find one of the thousand painted boats." Daoran replied.

"But, why do we have to go to this kind of place? I don't believe there is no place to live in this capital city." Shenxiu said with great resistance.

"Shenxiu, it's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. The national teacher knows that we are here, and sooner or later there will be more means. Since Qiandenghe is inextricably linked with the national teacher, we must know ourselves and the enemy. Find out the reality." Dao Ran explained.

"That's right." Xiaoqing continued to echo.

For bear children, there is nothing more attractive than excitement.

"Master, with your appearance, as long as you appear by the Qiandeng River, everyone will know."

Shenxiu felt that he still had to persevere. After practicing for a while, he found that compared with Daoran, there was a huge gap in concentration.Don't wait until Huafang, Daoran's Buddha heart is as crystal clear as jade, but he was ruined by the pink skull to practice.

After following Daoran for so long, Shenxiu has somewhat grown up.

Before, I was too confident and didn't know it, but now I understand my weakness and know how to avoid it actively.

Dao Ran thought for a while, and then said: "It makes sense..."

Shenxiu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this worldly test could be avoided.

But Daoran went on to say: "So we have to put on a disguise."

Shenxiu was speechless. After a while, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and thought: Buddha, this is the ordeal you gave me. The poor monk recognized it.

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As soon as the sun went down, the Qiandeng River reached its busiest moment.

Countless painted boats drift on the river, seemingly densely packed, and will crash into a ball if you don't pay attention.In fact, the rules are regular, and the distance between the two boats will not be less than one zhang. The most experienced boatman steers this seemingly thrilling but actually safe scene.

The name of the Thousand Lanterns is precisely because of the river of lanterns formed by these painted boats and night cruises. There are thousands of them, innumerable, like a long dragon.These bright lights are supernatural, the wind can't be extinguished, and the rain can't stop. Even in the time of strong wind and rain, the thousand lights are still a bright scenery on the river.

The boat with thousands of lights and dragons has not set sail yet, but there are already Yingying Yanyan on the painting boat, the fragrance is intoxicating, rich and powerful people and literati have long been lingering on the boat.

They are all ecstasy, crossing the Yangtze River and Huaihe River on a moonlit night; after all the money is gone, spring comes to dreams.

Scenes like this happen almost every night.

And at the front of the Qiandeng Boat Dragon, on the largest painting boat, the Daoist Qiqing wearing a red Taoist robe is sitting on the highest point, overlooking the deep river.

The eldest disciple of the national teacher has a very beautiful appearance with sword eyebrows and star eyes. In terms of appearance, he is much better than Shi Chan and Li Feng. He really feels like a fairy.

"The time of You is almost here, and the little monk hasn't shown up yet?" Daoist Qiqing asked the little Taoist beside him.

This little Taoist priest was the one who delivered the message to Daoran during the day, when he heard the question, he respectfully said to Qiqing Zhenren: "Return to Master, not yet."

Seeing Daoist Qiqing frowned, the little Taoist said, "Perhaps it's because I'm afraid of your prestige, Master, so I dare not come to the appointment."

Daoist Qiqing sneered, "If you knew what this little monk did, you wouldn't say such ignorant words."

Hearing this, the little Taoist felt a little unconvinced, isn't he just a good-looking young monk, not as old as him, how could he be valued so much by his master?
But no matter how unhappy he was, the little Taoist would never dare to disobey Daoist Qiqing on the surface, he quickly bowed his head and said: "I have made a mistake, please forgive me, master."

Daoist Qiqing didn't blame him, but just waved his hand to make the little Taoist retreat.

When only Daoist Qiqing was left in the gorgeous room, he frowned tightly, which showed that his heart was not as calm as before.

Daoran was invited to the appointment this time. True Qiqing really had bad intentions, but he didn't mean to kill Daoran.

Jinshan Temple Fahai, the name weighs on the heart of Daoist Qiqing like Mount Tai.Ordinary people only know that Fa Hai is a virtuous and eminent monk. Only real practitioners understand how powerful Fa Hai is.

Living arhats, when immortals and Buddhas have not manifested their holiness, they are almost synonymous with invincibility.

Daoist Qiqing didn't understand why he provoked Jinshan Temple for a mere Nie Zhengyan, and even went to Yongzhou to spread the plague and form a deadly enmity with Fahai.

It is true that the national teacher is closely related to the national destiny, and Fa Hai did not dare to risk the displeasure of the world to come directly to the capital to shoot the real Qiansu to death.

Because the cost is extremely high, and the cause and effect involved are extremely extensive.

But this is only for real Qiansu, his Qiqing doesn't have this kind of treatment.

On the surface, he is a disciple of the National Normal University, but in the court establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he is just an inconspicuous seventh-rank official.

If Fa Hai slapped him to death, he might not even lose an eyebrow.

If there is a choice, Qiqing Daoist doesn't want to go into this muddy water, he will choose to stay far away until the national teacher and Fa Hai decide the winner.

However, he couldn't run.

Because his master Qiansu Zhenren chose to retreat ten days ago, saying that he wanted to refine a furnace of Ascension Golden Pill for the emperor.Ordinary people can ascend during the day after eating this pill, but it requires a lot of precious materials, and it is extremely difficult to refine.

During this period, the national teacher will not pay attention to anyone and must not be disturbed.

However, before retreating, Master Qiansu gave Qi Qing an order to deal with Dao Ran.

As for how to solve it, Master Qiansu didn't go into too much detail, but his meaning was very clear, and Dao Ran couldn't have the slightest influence on him.

Qiqing wanted to refuse, but the Gu worms in her body refused.

Kill Daoran, and then be slapped to death by the angry Fa Hai, or refuse the order of the real Qiansu, and then be hollowed out by Gu worms?
No matter what kind, Daoist Qiqing is not willing.

After finally taking a few steps on the path of cultivation, how can I die here without seeing a higher scenery.

Daoist Qiqing thought hard and let him think of a way.

He didn't want to kill Daoran, he just wanted to ruin the monk's practice.

It was for this purpose that he was invited to Qiandenghe.These thousand boats are the ashram of Daoist Qiqing. He has been operating here for a long time, and what he is best at is the art of lust and charm.

As long as this little monk breaks the precepts and ruins his reputation, it will be a shame for Jinshan Temple itself.His apprentice's concentration is not enough, no matter how angry Fa Hai is, he has no reason to kill to vent his anger.

However, this trick is also useful for a great monk like Fa Hai. If it is another practitioner, it doesn't matter whether you have reason or not, just kill him directly.

Daoist Qiqing has already laid a net in Qiandenghe, just waiting for Daoran to appear, and guarantees that he will fall into the gentle village and never come out again.

As a result, the little monk didn't come.

Although there were preparations in the plan, but if this method is used in another place, Daoist Qiqing is not so sure.

He was hesitating whether to take out the backup plan directly, when suddenly a gong sounded from Qiandeng River.

The sound of the gong was announcing that someone was reciting poems and odes in the boat, which was unanimously approved by everyone, and all expenses for tonight were free.

Therefore, this gong is also called Qianjin Gong. The so-called sound of the gong is worth a thousand taels of gold, which means that this person's poems are worth a thousand gold.

But this Qiandeng River has not been sounded for half a year.

There is no need for Daoist Qiqing to open his mouth, someone will present this masterpiece of gold in a short while.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is full of gloom. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, who can rely on the mood without words. I plan to get drunk with the picture of Shu Kuang, and sing about wine. Strong music is also tasteless. Clothes belt Gradually broaden and never regret, because of Yixiao makes people haggard."

Daoist Qiqing repeated the last sentence repeatedly, and then praised: "What a good word, what a song Di Lian Hua, it's really a wonderful word!"

After the compliments were finished, Qiqing Daoist ordered again: "Let Xiaowan come out to pick up the guests. This talented man named Liu Yong is qualified to be the lamp oil on board."

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