Chapter 105 Zhang Dahu

Lianduwan Village at the foot of Lingquan Mountain.

Although it is a mountain village and alley, there are also large families like Zhang Dahu.

At first look at the red sleeves: tall gates and buildings, gorgeous eaves, all of which are exquisite and exquisitely carved.

The door is full of stone and dismantling stones, and there are even two stone lions at the door, which looks elegant and noble.

The villagers are all called Zhang Dahu in private. When they meet, they are called Zhang Yuanwai. Only the old villager knows that this member is also a small foreign magistrate. As the saying goes, in three years, the magistrate of Qing Dynasty, 100,000 snowflake silver. Zhang was in his prime, but he was taken part by the house, lost the black gauze and swept by the book. Back to the gold and silver, back to the place of origin, Zhang Zhai has the current scale.

Now 20 years have passed, few people know what's going on. They only know that they are the first rich family in the village, with a rich family, and a native of Lianduwan. Zhang Dahu is also nearly old, and his ambition has long been worn out. He has been guarding the good fields under the mountain all day long, which is enough for his descendants.

Liandu Bay is at the foot of Lingquan Mountain. The monks of Lingshan Temple naturally come to find Zhang Yuan, regardless of fate or temple construction. However, Zhang's mother believes in Bodhisattva the most. Every fifteenth day of the lunar new year, her son has to go up to the mountain to worship incense. When she is a vegetarian monk, she will sit in an open-air soft sedan chair and let the servants carry it to Lingshan Temple to burn incense. .

For these reasons, Mrs. Pujicaiyang Zhang, the abbot of Lingshan Temple, received a group of nuns from Luoyang, the eastern capital. Mrs. Zhang was happy and didn't care about her son's frown. She agreed, and it was because the teacher was so good that she came to Zhang's house. Although the teacher was always gloomy and full of anger, Mrs. Zhang didn't mind that she always talked about production and Buddhism with her, and the guests were very good to each other.

Although Zhang was unhappy, he did not dare to show it in front of his mother. The girls who came from Dongdu were also very polite. They had cleaned the backyard for a long time and even prepared a maid to serve them. It was because the teacher resigned and fell quietly.

At noon, because Shi Tai and his party returned from Lingquan Mountain, Zhang also greeted him early at the door, but he suddenly saw two more beautiful women, one in a plain shirt, with bright eyes and teeth, dignified manners. Obviously, she was a boudoir, while the other was dressed in red, graceful, enchanting, enchanting, and seemed to be looking forward to the place. Wandering, Zhang didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly bowed his head to salute.

Just because the teacher said, "Mr. Zhang greeted her in person. This female benefactor is a secular disciple of the Buddha family and a fragrant guest invited by poor Ni."

Zhang Yuanwai didn't wait for the teacher to finish speaking and hurriedly said, "Oh! Please come in!"

Because the teacher was rude, he directly led everyone into the backyard. Hongxiu saw that although Zhang's house was not a rich family, the green brick tile house and stone-paved corridor were also very elegant. There were three courtyards in total, which were very spacious, because the teacher and others lived in the last courtyard.

Everyone sat down in the main hall, and the vegetarian meal was also exquisite vegetarian, gluten, and red sleeves with a bitter smile. It seemed that not only in Lingshan Temple, but also living here could not move.

Murong Qiniang didn't care. She always followed the customs. After everyone finished eating vegetarian meals, Zhang specially instructed the maid to arrange a room for Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang. The two sisters were tacit. Murong Qiniang casually told the dea's mother-in-law, "It's enough to arrange a house to save trouble."

So the two sisters lived together again. Just because the teacher restrained the disciples to read the scriptures in the afternoon class, Hongxiu went back to the room with Qi Niang to rest.

There were only two sisters left in the room, brand-new bedding and brand-new mandarin curtains. As soon as the red sleeves entered the room, they seized the dressing table and straightened their temples in the mirror. Murong Qiniang could only smile bitterly, standing by the mirror, staring at the red sleeves in the mirror.

Hongxiu said lazily, "Sister, have you finished what I asked you to do?"

Murong Qiniang was stunned: "What's the matter?"

Hongxiu was surprised and said, "Let me know."

Murong Qiniang suddenly smiled and said, "Are you talking about your small porcelain bottle with medicine? Yu-faced Langjun has stuffed him into the arms of the little white face you mentioned."

"What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, just invited us to drink 20 years of aged flower carvings."

"Don't say anything? How is that possible?"

Murong Qiniang said lightly, "There are three beautiful women beside him, and they don't have time to read your letter at all."

Hongxiu smiled bitterly: "Well, indeed, I know those three."

Murong Qiniang said strangely, "Didn't you go to Wuzhen to find Qiu Feng 12? Why did you come to Lingshan Temple to join in the fun? Are the people in the teaching chasing you in a hurry?

Hongxiu said, "Don't mention him. Qiu Feng Twelve has died behind Juxian Building."

Murong Qiniang said strangely, "Is he dead? How did you die? Is that what I teach?

Hongxiu said coldly, "No one knows how he died. Don't teach me one by one. I am now a Buddhist descendant and a Buddhist disciple."

Murong Qiniang smiled and said, "Okay, you are Buddhist. You are cruel. The old lover seems to be very happy when he died."

Hongxiu said lightly, "Because my lover grabbed a lot, who is like you, found a sour Ding to learn to be Cui Yingying, and single-mindedly stuck to others, hehe."

Murong Qiniang argued, "What's wrong with my jade-faced Langjun? At least I am the only one in his heart for a lifetime. Look at the man who fools around with you, he is either greedy or hypocritical. It's embarrassing to say a lot.

Hongxiu sneered and said, "Hmm! I'm willing. You can't care. Anyway, if you want to get my approval, you have to call me sister when you see me. You will become Murong Qimei, haha."

Murong Qiniang was angry and funny. Suddenly, she found the jade golden beads on her red sleeves and said in shock, "Ah! Where did you get such a precious handball?

Red sleeve shook his head and sighed, "Hey, what do you do? At this moment, I saw that I deliberately publicized it all the way. It turned out that it was for the blind man. Look, these golden beads are all over. The key is these rubies and sapphires. They are beautiful.

Murong Qiniang nodded: "Tell your sister where it came from? Is it from your lover? Help your sister get a string back."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Are you envious? This is easy. He said he still has it and will give it to me some other day."

Murong Qiniang said, "Who is he?"

"Clean light and happy Buddha."

Murong Qiniang's face changed: "Is it given to you by Jingguang Huanxi Buddha?"

Hong Xiuqi said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Murong Qiniang said in a low voice, "You should deal less with such people in the future. I heard that the pure light and happy Buddha of Buddhist tantra is not a good thing. It specializes in corrupting the reputation of good women. It's not that you haven't seen the statue of the Ming King of Huanxi Buddha. It's simply despicable and dirty."

Hongxiu sneered and said, "I'm not like you. I'm not a good woman like you. I'm originally a dusty woman. I'll take what they give me. What's the way to be polite. Let me tell you, the glazed pharmacist Buddha also sent me a gift. I haven't heard of the secret medicine in the Western Regions, have you?

Murong Qiniang picked up the ivory comb, stroked the green silk of the red sleeves, combed it carefully, and sighed quietly, "When you were young, your sister often combed your hair, but I didn't expect that you rarely had a chance when you grew up, hey."

Red sleeves were also red in their eyes, and they almost shed tears and said, "Since you followed the poor and talented man, and I am a dusty woman wandering around the world, there are fewer days to meet each other."

Murong Qiniang said, "Listen to my sister, don't deal with those bad men. My sister knows that you are lonely, but you haven't met the doomed true son."

Hongxiu smiled bitterly and said, "You are ashamed to say that I am. I think the jade-faced Langjun is notorious. He is an empty-handed thief in the world. Hey hey, even the government is being seized. Now you are about to become an imperial criminal. One day, you can't avoid it and join Buddhism and keep up with the monk."

Murong Qiniang couldn't laugh or cry: "Dead girl, you still called me sister. It's really time to let you worship the teacher on the way, and the ancient Buddha every day, so that you can accept your wildness."

The red sleeves rolled up the cloud temples, changed the style of the bun, and painted the eyebrows and powder. Then he sat down and suddenly said, "Sister, come on, I'll help you dress up."

Murong Qiniang shook her head and said, "I'm not. Who attracts bees and butterflies all day long like you?"

Hongxiu was not angry, but smiled and said, "That's good. It's interesting to play around those bees and butterflies."

Murong Qiniang shook her head and frowned: "What a crazy girl. She took meat and numbness as fun, and turned it against it."

Hongxiu said lightly, "Well, I won't be poor with you. If you're not sleepy, I'm going to bed. I ran all the way last night and I'm sleepy."

Murong Qiniang sighed, "Oh! You also know that you are sleepy, and you have to dress up with heavy makeup, huh."

Red sleeves sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out and said, "I painted light makeup. You don't even know this. You're still a famous girl!"

Murong Qiniang also took off her shoes and went to bed. She also yawned, "Well, you know, it's light makeup. I've been taught. Light makeup is always appropriate."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "I found that the acidity on your body is getting more and more serious. At first glance, you are deeply poisoned by the boy Yu-faced Langjun. His words are so clichéd and sour."

Murong Qiniang suddenly said strangely, "Huh? Why don't you sleep inside? I remember that you have always been afraid of gods and ghosts, rushing to sleep with me.

Hongxiu pushed her in and stretched herself down before lying down. She said lightly, "I still have a date at dusk. Let's see my destiny!"

Murong Qiniang said disdainfully, "Is it another Buddhist disciple? Which one is good-looking?"

Hongxiu muttered, "No, just those in Luohan Hall? Either a bald donkey or old and ugly, do they deserve it? My true destiny is a great hero and hero of Taoism. My martial arts and character are hundreds of times better than your jade-faced man.

Murong Qiniang said strangely, "I don't believe it, Taoist? Who is it?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "I won't tell you!"