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Chapter 2 Do you want a wife? (Please collect and ask for tickets~)

"You should ask for the Dharma name, not your surname, are you out of your mind?"

It was this Crane Cloak Qiu Laodao again, and Ouyang Rong found that his mouth was quite poisonous.

Ouyang Rong ignored the old man and nodded, "Yeah, let me ask the monk for his Dharma name."

The haggard monk lowered his eyebrows, "I don't know."

"I don't know the master, I have admired him for a long time."

The old man, Crane Cloak Qiu, sneered, "He said he didn't know, did you kid just want to make the poor man laugh?"

Ouyang Rong squinted at him, "Which biscuit are you?"

The old Taoist asked strangely: "Biscuit? What is this, measured in pieces?"

Ouyang Rong was silent and did not speak.

He got up from the ground, left the lotus platform in the center, and walked to the darkness where the three of Hekeqiu and Daoist were sheltering from the rain.

Looking down, the white shirt on his body was mostly soaked.Ouyang Rong remembered seeing this style of Hanfu in a certain book.

Round neck and large sleeves, with a horizontal hem at the bottom as a skirt, with pleats around the waist, the old system of upper garment and lower garment. In ancient times, it was the upper garment of scholars, and it seemed that only scholars and officials could wear it.

After fumbling about how to wear it, he finally took it off and threw it aside. Fortunately, there was still a moon-white undershirt inside, but Ouyang Rong was not happy at all.

This strange outfit feels 'heavy' on the body, and the friction with the skin is also very rough, as if wearing a coarse rag from the balcony on the body, it is nothing compared to his thick long johns and down jacket with fleece Comes soft and comfortable.

But what was strange was that although the replaced Confucian outfit was flimsy, he didn't feel that cold after tossing around in the early morning moonlight for so long and getting wet.

"Have the seasons changed..."

Ouyang Rong muttered, and shivered twice, not because he had caught a cold, but because he was very familiar with the whole set of encounters and trends at the moment, as if he had returned home.

In the past, Ouyang Rong would usually swipe away without raising his eyelids in this opening process. The only thing he could care about a little in the first two chapters was whether the heroine was half as handsome as him.

Like the three of them, Ouyang Rong found a dry place in the dark, sat cross-legged on the spot, and took off the boot on his right foot.

He wanted to do this a long time ago, the right foot pocket...that is, the sock, there was a hole, and since he climbed the rope just now, his thumb has been sticking out of it, and he can't retract it...It's killing the obsessive-compulsive disorder Rhythm.

After turning the footwear backwards, put on the boots again.

He stared at the rain curtain falling in the center of the dungeon.

He rubbed his right cheek hard.

From the looks of it right now, if it is really rebirth, then this is random... Gao Wu's ancient world?This underground palace rebirth point seems to be safe at the moment, but there are some mythical forces outside that he can't understand, and it seems that some kind of terrifying force has the upper hand, and it seems to be driving people to this pure land.

As for whether it is soul wear or wearing... the face is still the original face, it looks like wearing it, but it is not necessarily, what if it is the same person in parallel time and space, the situation is different, but it is possible.

So now there is only one question left - his identity in this other world.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead. The pain and wet sticky feeling after pressing with his fingertips indicated that the wound was about two fingers wide and long at an inch and seven cents above the right brow bone.

He glanced at the stone lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace.

Ouyang Rong pointed to the wound on his head and said softly, "Excuse me, who saved me?"

"How do you know we rescued you?" Old Taoist He Yiqiu replied again.

Among the three people in the underground palace, the haggard monk always bowed his head and chanted scriptures, which gave Ouyang Rong an unfathomable feeling, and the slender girl didn't know whether she was too cold or too shy, so she didn't say a word.

Looking at it this way, this old man who is a bit of a chatterbox can talk to him.

Ouyang Rong slumped his shoulders, "I fell from the top, and when I woke up, I was lying on my back, but my forehead was injured again. Who did you save? It must not be the one I brought with me before I fell. .”

"He has a bit of brains...well, he guessed right." Old Taoist He Yuqiu smiled, "But don't thank me and that stupid bald donkey, go thank her, this girl saved you."

Ouyang Rong was a little surprised. Looking at the slender girl on the right, she turned out to be a cold-faced and warm-hearted master.

Following the similar word order of Crane Cloak Qiu Laodao, he also organized his words, clasped his fists in a strange way:
"Thank you... girl for helping me."

The slender girl just nodded her head lightly, it seems that she cherishes words like gold.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while, and then... a little embarrassed.

The old man Crane Cloak Qiu couldn't help laughing, "Hahahahaha..."

"Laugh with a hammer."

"She is a dumb girl, are you still waiting for her to speak? Hahahaha..."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the slender girl twice more.

Amidst the old man's laughter, the latter's body hugging his knees trembled slightly, and he buried his head even lower.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "All living beings suffer, don't laugh at me."

Crane Cloak Qiu Laodao sneered, "Which way do you see the poor Taoist, you are laughing, because this place is so interesting hahaha."

"There are four of us in this pure land palace. This is a bald donkey, this is a dumb girl, you are a bookworm, and the poor Taoist is also a shameless thing covered with sores. The four of us got together, hahaha it's so interesting."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the throat of Old Daoist Qiu in the crane cloak. The latter laughed too violently. The neck that was originally shrunk in the black-feathered crane cloak revealed some festering and pusty skin.

But what is strange is that this old Taoist who is covered with sores has the appearance and complexion of a boy. If it is not for the gray hair and stooped body, he is really the same as a boy.

It's really a childlike face.

Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu suddenly asked: "Hey boy, do you want a daughter-in-law?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, "Taoist priests don't lie."

"Just say whether you want it or not."

The body nodded honestly, but said on the mouth: "Master Dao, what a shame..."

Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu clapped his hands and laughed, pointing to the slender dumb girl.

"Then this girl, I can't get out anyway. You two are a nerd and a little dumb. They just make a good pair. It would be a good match to be a pair of troubled mandarin ducks. Hahaha, what do you think, little girl? Don't speak for three breaths." As long as you agree... that's fine, let's get married now, and before dawn, the two of you hurry up to visit the bridal chamber."

Ouyang Rong silently looked at Le Ziren, an old man, without speaking.

The slender and dumb girl also remained motionless, seemingly ignoring her.

Crane Cloak Qiu Laodao laughed for a while, and found that no one was paying attention to him, but he was not embarrassed, so he lifted the Fuhunyuan scarf hat with a natural expression.

"Hmph, kindly treat it as the liver and lungs of a donkey, don't regret it in the future."

Ouyang Rong didn't speak.

The rain outside didn't know when it started, but it had already stopped. After the dark clouds faded, the moon set and the whole world became much darker.

This night scene is no stranger to Ouyang Rong who often gets up early to go to the rooftop to endorse. It is almost dawn.

He glanced at the well-sized hole at the top of the center of the underground palace again, and couldn't help murmuring: "Is this really a pure land?"

"Can this be false? Don't you believe the words of 'I don't know the master' again?" Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu smiled.

A certain person sighed, and then confessed in a low voice: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have read that kind of thing in a Buddhist place."

"What are you looking at?" The old Taoist seemed to be very interested in him, paying attention to him from beginning to end.

That's right, I don't know that the master is talking to himself and chanting scriptures, and the little dumb girl can't speak, so the two of them can chat a little normally.

"Things that deduct merit."

"You scholars still believe this?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but now I half believe it."

"Only half-believed?"

"Because the education I received in the past did not allow me to believe it all."

"Although you are a nerd, it is interesting to talk."

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head, "How do you know I'm a nerd? Are there other scholars outside? Do you know me?"

"I don't know." The old man, Crane Cloak Qiu pouted, "But your clothes, aren't you just learning the sage's study? You also speak in a hidden way, so neat!"

"Then is there..."

"Don't worry about the outside, the flood just now wasn't enough to make you give up? Just stay here, you finally came to a pure land, hahaha poor Taoist should also take a good rest."

"If this is a pure land... why are only the four of us here? What about the others."

"Because your life is good, and everyone else is suffering outside." The old man waved impatiently: "Also, you scholars, don't keep thinking about being some kind of saint to save the world."

"Is there a saint in this world?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

"Yes." Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu pouted, "Aren't you right? You don't have the strength of a saint, but you have the heart of a saint."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "I am not a saint, nor do I have the heart of a saint."

"That's the best. Besides, what kind of saints are they? They are obviously thieves."

The old Taoist sneered, pointing his index finger outside: "All these natural disasters and man-made disasters are finally caused by those who claim to be disciples of saints. As long as there are saints in the world, there will be thieves who steal their names and utensils. So this saint and What is the difference between a robber? It’s just that one is unintentional and the other is intentional. The source of disaster. Saints and robbers deserve to die! Saints deserve death the most!”

Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at him, "You're talking about the Taoist way of 'sages don't die and thieves don't stop'. I've learned that subject in my major, and those who are familiar with it will memorize it backwards."

"Oh? You still learn this in your schoolwork?" Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu was a little surprised.

Ouyang Rong hesitated for a while, and said implicitly: "To be precise, I have learned a little about Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and understand a little bit." Damn, can you not be familiar with professional courses?When he took the postgraduate entrance examination, he was laughing and joking.

Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but look at him more, and suddenly asked: "What is the first righteousness of the Holy Truth?"

Ouyang Rong randomly chose a short answer, "It's nothing holy."

This is a Buddhist question, asking, what is the highest truth of Buddhism; Ouyang Rong answered, there is nothing sacred in emptiness.

The old man, Crane Cloak Qiu, was silent for a while, and it was rare for him to put away his frivolity.

After chewing for a while with low eyebrows, he glanced at him, "You are not a little bit."

Ouyang Rong sighed, "That's why I have to go back."

The old man, Crane Cloak Qiu, sneered, "He also said that he was unholy. He wants to go up to save the common people again."

Ouyang Rong didn't explain, the 'go back' in his mouth and the 'go up' in the old Taoist's mouth are not all the same thing.

Feeling that his physical strength has almost recovered, Ouyang Rong stood up with his palms on the ground, and walked towards the central rosette again.

It was the first time in his life that he was so serious about preparing for something, and spent all his time and energy, but when he was about to welcome it, God suddenly told him:

ended……

It's all over.

Ouyang Rong disagrees.

"I don't save common people, I... save myself."

He replied softly, but more as if speaking to himself.

Crane Cloak Qiu Laodao shook his head, said no more, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

I don't know that the master noticed the movement, stopped chanting, and persuaded with compassion: "Almsgiver, this place is the pure land of lotus flowers, and above is the endless hell..."

The old Taoist closed his eyes and said: "Don't waste your time, he is a saint, and his realm is different from ours."

"Saint!" The master seems to have remembered something, and whispered: "The saint is dead, the Taoist ancestor is dead, and even the Buddha...is dead. Why are there still people who are obsessed with obsession and go up to die."

The monk Buddha sang, put his palms together, and continued to chant the scriptures:
"So I heard that there are sentient beings who have suffered crimes and fell into hell. There are bull-headed jailers and horse-headed Rakshasa, holding spears and spears, driving into the city gate to the endless prison. Miasma, crushing the body for flying sand, crushing the soul for electricity and hail, turning into a giant mountain of flesh for blooming and rot, with hundreds and thousands of eyes, and endless food..."

Ouyang Rong walked by without paying attention, and when he passed by the slender and dumb girl, the latter suddenly reached out to 'stop' him.

Looking down, the girl who hugged her knees and buried her face actually handed over a sheepskin water bag.

He licked his dry lips, took it, and found that there were only four fingers on her right palm.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and took a sip without touching his mouth, then returned it.

"Thank you."

The dumb girl withdrew her little fingerless hand and didn't stop it.

He walked past her, only then did he see that she had been sitting on a straight 'strip'.Long like a sword.

Ouyang Rong picked up the golden lotus lantern that had been broken in half on the ground. Fortunately, the rope was still tightly tied to the lamp holder and it was still usable.

Still the same place, still the same way.

This time, perhaps because of his familiarity, or perhaps because of his luck, Ouyang Rong, who was standing on the lotus pedestal, managed to throw half of the lotus lantern out of the cave after only the fifth attempt.

And tightly wrapped around a fixed weight outside.

Someone who didn't give up began to climb, this time he concentrated his attention and carefully watched the movement outside.

at last.

Once again safely climbed to a position near the exit.

Ouyang Rong discovered that this exit really looked like a well, because there was a cylindrical corridor about one meter long, connecting the ceiling of the square underground palace below.

Ouyang Rong observed for a while, preparing to enter the last passage.

But at this moment, there was a roar of a wild beast suddenly coming from outside the well. This roar was like a human but not a human, a beast but not a beast. Ouyang Rong had never heard it before.What made him even more desperate was that the rope he held tightly in his arms began to sway without wind—some kind of creature on it was biting his rope, and the rope was about to break!
At the critical moment, Ouyang Rong's body was like a curved nine-stone bow, he suddenly pulled up and threw the rope in the air, and grabbed the edge of the wellhead with both hands, the broken rope fell back from beside him The underground palace.

Ouyang Rong was hanging on it alone, his chest heaved violently like a bellows, and the unknown evil outside made him dare not take a big breath, he could only suppress and suppress.

He took small mouthfuls of rapid exhalation, and with his trembling fingers pawing at the edge of the wellhead, he could clearly feel the roughness of the rock and the wetness of the morning dew mixed with blood.

The palm is bleeding, but someone is still motionless, as if he is still digesting the series of sudden changes that happened a few breaths ago.

Down below, I don't know the master, the old man in the crane cloak, and the mute girl with severed fingers all look up at him.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

Unknown Master shook his head at him, "Namo Amitabha."

Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu closed his eyes, and chanted for the first time tonight: "Blessings are born of immeasurable heavenly deities, with inconceivable merits and virtues."

The mute girl stood up and let out a soft 'ah', she didn't know what she wanted to say, but there was reluctance in her eyes.

Ouyang Rong lifted his muddy lips and smiled at them.

He really wants to go home.

Even if God was joking about being reborn, he would climb up to see it for himself.

Even if it was Abi Hell who really stepped on the horse, Ouyang Rong had to take a look at it before he could completely die.

Ouyang Rong raised his head, the sky was the size of a well above his head, the sky was bright, he was hungry and tired, but he used the strength of the last horizontal bar on the passing line of the final physical examination...

Turned out.

……

The dry well stands quietly in front of a peach blossom forest, surrounded by stone fences.

Ouyang Rong, who was slumped by the well, was stunned.

What catches the eye is the Buddhist temple with blue tiles and red walls. In the distance, among the lush and green bamboo forests, you can occasionally see the bell tower with cornices and corners. On the upper floor, there are yawning monks slowly knocking the morning bell.

And to the east, there is a round of red sun slowly rising from the big river flowing eastward, facing all the creatures who dare to look directly.

"This..." His slightly sunken eye sockets were warmed by the light, and he sniffed the unique sandalwood from the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Just as the dull and distant bell rang in the mountains and forests, suddenly a group of monks broke open the open courtyard door, jumped over the stone fence nimbly, rushed to Ouyang Rong in a hurry, and gathered him together in surprise.

"Grandfather of the County, Lord of the County, you are here! Why did you come to Beitian Jiyangyuan!"

"Master County, we had a hard time looking for you. Where did you go last night? We searched all night. The master Xiaoyan, who presides over and takes care of you, almost died in a hurry! We are going to go down the mountain this morning to notify the yamen and send someone to come. Search the mountain!"

"Amitabha, fortunately, the county lord, if I find you later, Lord Xiaoyan will have to move our heads. Is your head injury all right? What about your clothes..."

A group of monks asked wildly around Ouyang Rong, who was in a dazed state the whole time, staring blankly at the bald heads dangling in front of him, dazzled.

"Okay, okay, stop yelling, the magistrate's injury...has just healed, don't surround everyone, let him get some air." Finally, a little novice who seemed to be the leader finally stood up and pushed away the crowd.

This little novice was about ten years old, with delicate features and a shiny forehead. When he leaned in front of Ouyang Rong to look at him, it was a little glare.

The little novice waved his hand in front of Ouyang Rong's eyes, then gave him a pulse with a serious face, and after a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Can't help muttering: "I didn't expect Master's medical skills to be reliable, and he was able to wake up after being unconscious for so many days... Keke county magistrate, when did you wake up, why did you leave the yard alone in the middle of the night?"

"You... you... I... no." Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, touched the wound on his forehead, and didn't know how to speak.

Finally he came to his senses, and hastily pointed to the dry well behind him, saying, "Down here, the people below..."

The little novice was stunned for a moment, looked at each other in blank dismay with the other seniors, and asked with a frown, "Master County, did you drop this... this Pure Land Palace last night?"

Ouyang Rong nodded, opened his mouth to speak, but asked, "Is this really a pure land?"

"It's called this name."

Seeing his confused look, the little novice probably realized something. He pointed to the dry well and explained:
"Grandfather of the County, this Pure Land Palace used to be the place where our Donglin Temple enshrined the relics. It is the current dynasty..." It seemed to be a taboo, and the little novice immediately changed his words, "It was the time of Emperor Taizong of the previous dynasty. It was built by the emperor's order. At that time, it was popular in Buddhist temples all over the country to erect pagodas, build underground palaces, and welcome Buddha bones, but later the lotus pagoda on it collapsed, and this Pure Earth Palace was also abandoned... As for the people inside..."

The little novice went to the well and yelled directly into it: "Hey, Senior Brother Xiuzhen! It's time for breakfast!"

Soon, Ouyang Rong's familiar voice of the unknown master came from below:

"Why are you outside, come down quickly! This place is the pure land of lotus flowers, and above is the endless hell!"

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

The little novice turned his head and sighed: "Brother Xiuzhen has been insane for several years. He used to be quite good, but later he always said that we were evil creatures and wanted to eat him. Find a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss... We couldn’t keep him in the Sad Field, so we had to hang him down with a rope and deliver some fast meals every day, and he also liked to stay down there.”

Ouyang Rong frowned, looked down at his hand that was worn out by the rope, and couldn't help asking: "Then, there are two more people down there..."

"Ah, there are two more?" The little novice was taken aback, and nodded, "Oh, they should be the patients and beggars taken in by Beitian Nursing Home." He looked around, "The dry well is at the back door of Beitian Hospital, it seems It was the elder brother who managed the yard who was slack again yesterday, causing the patient Qi'er who was taken in to run out and fall."

"Sorrowful Field Ji Nursing Home?" Ouyang Rong was stunned, thinking of the dumb girl with severed fingers and the old Taoist who was covered in sores.

The little novice looked at Ouyang Rong, who seemed to be a little emotionally unstable, and said cautiously: "Yes, speaking of it, it is because of the kindness of the county magistrate that the Beitian Jiyangyuan can continue to operate. The county government provides funding every year, and we are responsible for housing There are some common diseases, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the county. County Lord, they didn’t scare you last night, did they?”

Ouyang Rong bowed his head and remained silent.

Seeing his pensive look, the little novice was a little timid.

It may be that the common people in this era have a natural awe of people with official status, all of which can be summed up as some kind of official authority. In fact, Ouyang Rong knows that there is no such thing as official authority, but Donglin Temple is under the jurisdiction of this county.If all life and death are in the hands of others, naturally one will always be careful about the other's face and mood.

At this time, the sharp-eyed little novice suddenly saw a dirty beggar lying on all fours in the bamboo forest not far away, tearing and biting things randomly, and seemed to be in a bad state of mind.

He hurriedly gave a wink to the fellow disciples next to him, and then sent out several monks to rush to kill them and escort them back to the nursing home.

The small actions happening around, and the various expressions of the monks, the silent and downcast person actually noticed most of them.

He was not frightened by these ups and downs, but...after these ridiculous reasons cleared up the ridiculous misunderstanding, a brand new and almost certain reality was presented to him, and he was a little... more disappointed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a little dizzy, but he managed to stand up, and said to them patiently: "I'm fine, I'm not scared, you have explained so much to the labor committee, by the way, I haven't asked you yet. yes……"

The little novice immediately stood at attention, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "My monk's Dharma name is Xiufa, the county lord, you can just call it."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the small forehead with shiny hair, nodded, "Show your hair. Don't help me, I can do it... But I still have a problem."

"The county lord, just say it!"

"Last night, the heavy rain and flood last night, did you hear that? What's going on with this momentum!"

The little haired monk and his companions, who were chatting and joking easily a second ago, suddenly fell silent.

Ouyang Rong felt his head getting dizzy, grabbed Xiufa's small shoulder, and said in a weak but unquestionable tone: "Say it."

Seeing that his companions were also looking at him, the young monk Xiufa had no choice but to bite the bullet, pointing to the south and whispering:
"Master, you should know when you take office that the land in Jiangzhou is lower than the world; Next to the city and county..."

"Now in the rainy season, the water level in Yunmeng Lake is soaring. Last night... the Digong gate that blocked the water collapsed, and the mountain torrent broke out... Now not only our Longcheng County, but all the counties in Jiangzhou have been flooded. "

Hearing several familiar yet unfamiliar words such as 'Yunmengze', 'Digongzha' and 'Longcheng County', Ouyang Rong's already dizzy head began to ache violently, as if in some kind of stress response.

It was as if someone had pushed a hose hard into his head, and the tap on the other end had been yanked to full blast.

Ouyang Rong pushed the crowd away, stumbled out of the Beitian Courtyard, and came to an open place with a good view. Looking south at the foot of the mountain, as far as he could see, there were collapsed houses, flooded fields, weeping women and children...

At the entrance, there is a piece of Zeguo.

For some reason, after witnessing this scene, a poem suddenly appeared in Ouyang Rong's mind, as if it had been stuffed into his mind out of thin air:
There are mourners all over the city full of blood, and they have nothing more than one thought to save the common people.

This is a bit of a secondary school style, not at all like the "old fun man" who is alone, but... the memory and thoughts of the "original body" of a gentleman began to pour out along with the headache.

"Good guy, my dead memories are attacking me... Wait, I remembered, I am the new county magistrate of Longcheng, and on the day I took office, I publicly announced that I would cure the flood, but...I fell into the water immediately and drowned ...What kind of unlucky guy is this, what kind of flag should you set up..."

Before Ouyang Rong lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was Xiufa's urgent cry...

He suddenly felt that it might be good to stay in the pure land below?

……

　New year, new beginning, new story, new fencing! (pout up)
　　
　
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