Chapter 256: Two hundred sixty-five, Two red signs (Thanks to

Two hundred sixty-five, Two red signs (Thanks to "Brother Nuanyang" big boss for the Bai Yin Alliance)

Two hundred sixty-five, Two red signs (Thanks to "Brother Nuanyang" big boss for the Bai Yin Alliance!) Two hundred sixty-five, Two red signs (Thanks to "Brother Nuanyang" big boss for the Bai Yin Alliance!) →:

"Amitabha, this poor monk observes the physiognomy of the two female Bodhisattvas, you are stunning, not ordinary people, extremely wealthy, and wonderful!"

In front of the Buddhist hall in the early morning, Master Venerable Shan Dao walked over slowly, looking like an immortal, stroking his beard and smiling.

Except for the clear mute girl who bowed slightly and returned the salute politely.

Xue Xue Zhongzhu and Daoist Sun showed no reaction.

Master Venerable Shan Dao sized up the three people with their strange combination without changing his expression, turned his head to smile kindly at the clear girl who seemed to be in a low mood, and said:

"I observe that you, female Bodhisattva, have a face of prosperity for your husband, and your appearance is very lovable. It is also a fate of many twists and turns in love. At the moment, you are frowning, is it because you are hurt by love? Hard to have the best of both worlds?

"And this female Bodhisattva, although her face is cold and clear, she has peach blossoms, as if there is a debt of injustice..."

Zhao Zhao Qingxiu turned her head to the side, listening in a daze.

With her back to the old monk, the air around Xue Xue Zhongzhu suddenly dropped in temperature.

Master Venerable Shan Dao still didn't know it.

Daoist Sun laughed happily and fanned the flames: "The bald donkey speaks well, if you can speak, say more."

Master Venerable Shan Dao glanced at the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak and ignored this peer who was suspected of stealing his rice bowl.

"Coincidentally, asking for marriage in this temple is very effective." The old monk spoke to himself, turned around, and gestured to the Buddhist hall behind him:

"Many lost benefactors come to this hall to ask about marriage... and so on. Are the two female Bodhisattvas willing to try?"

Daoist Sun tucked his hands into his sleeves, looked at Master Venerable Shan Dao sideways with a smile, his eyes expectant and encouraging, mixed with a trace of looking at a future cellmate.

But Xue Xue Zhongzhu seemed to have no interest and ignored him, walking straight forward.

Zhao Zhao Qingxiu and the others followed.

Master Venerable Shan Dao persisted, chased after them, rummaged through his cassock sleeve, and took out a bamboo tube.

"Two female Bodhisattvas, please stay. If you are in a hurry, this temple also has a simple service for asking about marriage. You only need to sincerely shake the marriage sign tube twice and fly out a sign. It is specially prepared for Bodhisattva benefactors who are in a hurry to go down the mountain..."

Seemingly reminded of Master Venerable Shan Dao's words just now, Zhao Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but look at the old monk more, her footsteps slightly hesitant.

Master Venerable Shan Dao hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube.

Zhao Zhao Qingxiu couldn't refuse. Just as her fingers touched the sign tube, the Xue Xue Zhongzhu beside her suddenly waved her hand.

She also touched the sign tube and slapped the marriage sign tube away.

Master Venerable Shan Dao was stunned.

"Clatter clatter—!" The bamboo signs in the tube collided and made a sound.

But immediately, a rather strange scene occurred.

Only two bamboo signs wrapped in red paper flew out of the tube, while most of the bamboo signs remained safe and sound in the tube.

And coincidentally, one flew and hit Zhao Zhao Qingxiu's skirt, and one fell to Xue Xue Zhongzhu's feet.

The atmosphere went quiet instantly.

The four people's movements all paused.

Zhao Zhao Qingxiu looked down, picked up the red sign, and opened the red paper with a serious face.

The old Daoist Sun beside her marveled, the nosy old Daoist, pointed his sharp head close to take a look, and read it out on behalf of the mute:

"Mountains and rivers exhausted, no road in sight; willows dark, flowers bright, another village."

"Amitabha! This female Bodhisattva really has a face of prosperity for her husband. It is a top-tier sign."

Master Venerable Shan Dao quickly tidied up his appearance, put his hands together, looking like an expert, with a solemn face, and interpreted the sign:

"The road of love is difficult, but don't give up. As long as your heart is firm, there will be a destination ahead. Dreams awaken at the root of the locust tree, bitterness ends and sweetness begins. Remember, remember."

Zhao Zhao Qingxiu paused, bit her lower lip lightly, and stared at the words on the red sign paper, "Ah ah iya..."

Bitterness ends and sweetness begins...

Daoist Sun glanced at Xue Xue Zhongzhu, whose expression was very bad, held back his laughter, and watched the fun without fear of trouble:

"Hey, what about this Great Nvjun's one?"

The old Daoist, Zhao Zhao Qingxiu, and Master Venerable Shan Dao all turned to look.

Only to see the fox-white fur woman with golden hair reaching her waist standing still, a marriage bamboo sign falling in front of her high-top boots, without any intention of picking it up.

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak looked curious and bent down to pick up the bamboo sign on the ground, but in the next second, the bamboo sign disappeared from his field of vision.

At Xue Xue Zhongzhu's feet, a marriage bamboo sign was turned into powder by sword qi and disappeared from the world.

"Bull-nosed old bald donkey, looking for death?" She glared coldly.

"..." Daoist Sun.

"What are you looking at?" Xue Xue Zhongzhu also said angrily to her own Xiao Shimei who was looking over foolishly: "Go!"

Xue Xue Zhongzhu held Zhao Zhao Qingxiu's wrist and left with a cold face.

Daoist Sun followed obediently. Before leaving, he turned back with a righteous face:

"Do you know who she is? You calculated the marriage of this master. Sigh, I don't know whether to say you old bald donkey have good eyesight or bad.

"This little trick is enough to fool the mute girl. Do you think this master is the same as the mute girl and will be willful?"

The old Daoist sneered.

The three people with strange combinations left quickly.

Only Master Venerable Shan Dao was left dumbfounded, standing in place, looking at the ground, rubbing his eyes.

After a while, looking left and right and seeing no one, the old monk looked distressed, muttering about "female benefactors from other places are too rude," "sigh, it's early morning and I lost a tube of signs before opening for business," and so on.

Master Venerable Shan Dao sighed for a while, raised his hand to touch his bald head, and returned to the hall in embarrassment, just happening to run into the lively little novice monk holding a sign tube.

The latter seemed to be preparing to run back into the hall, bumped into Master Venerable Shan Dao, and saluted obediently:

"Master."

Master Venerable Shan Dao nodded seriously and asked solemnly: "Hmm, what are you doing?"

"A new female benefactor in the hall is asking for a sign from the disciple..."

Xiufa said happily, but before he could finish, the new sign tube in his arms disappeared. The little novice monk was stunned, looked down, and then looked up, only to see that it was his master who had taken the new sign tube.

Master Venerable Shan Dao tidied his cassock, looked compassionate, walked into the hall, and said without looking back:

"Hmm, I'll go. You rest, and by the way..."

Before leaving, Master Venerable Shan Dao handed over an old, gray-stained, damaged sign tube, and instructed:

"A sign was dropped, go to the back hall and shave a bamboo to make up for it."

Xiufa stared blankly at his master's back as he left leisurely, unable to speak.

After a while, carrying the old damaged sign tube, he went to the back hall dejectedly.

The little novice monk was quick, soon shaved a new bamboo sign, took a new red paper from the Buddhist scripture to use as a bookmark, and dipped his brush in ink.

"Hey."

The little novice monk, who knew all the sign words by heart, scratched his head with the brush handle and muttered:

"Which sign was missing."

Xiufa rummaged through the existing signs, felt it was too troublesome, turned to take a marriage sign picture book, poured out all the bamboo signs, and compared them one by one with the picture examples, using the elimination method.

After a while, he nodded suddenly: "Found it."

In the empty hall, the little novice monk put his brush on the red paper, reciting while writing:

"The wind stirs the bamboo sound, only saying the golden pendant rings; the moon moves the flower shadow, suspecting it is the jade person coming.

"Hmm, it's a top-tier sign. Under the flowers and in the moonlight, chickens and dogs can be heard, the old man under the moon sends it, good things are approaching... This is an 'as-jade good person' approaching, already met, but the person shaking the sign doesn't know it yet."

Xiufa muttered: "It can't stump the little monk, but why does Master still not let the little monk finish his apprenticeship? Is there still a trick not mastered?"

The little novice monk scratched his bright little bald head, sighed, threw a top-tier sign into the bamboo tube, and filled it up again.

"So many signs, this red-dust cause and effect is really complicated, worry, worry."

The empty hall, no one responded.

In a quiet underground palace.

During the day, the light was slightly brighter, but it was still closed and quiet.

Only a gaunt monk was seen moving away from the lotus pedestal in the center, sitting alone in the darkness.

At the moment, the figures of Magistrate Ouyang Rong, Zhao Zhao Qingxiu, Daoist Sun, and others had long since disappeared.

Everything seemed to be a matter of cause and effect, dust settled, and no one came again.

The gaunt monk forgotten by everyone in the underground palace held a bag of mung bean cakes wrapped in oil paper, chewing and tasting with relish.

This was handed to Master Xiuzhen by the sword-carrying mute girl who was full of spiritual energy and had a fate with Buddha before she left.

To thank her, Master Xiuzhen recited a long scripture for her blessing after she and the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak insisted on entering the Avici Hell.

Even when the young county magistrate who didn't want his life climbed up twice, Master Xiuzhen hadn't recited such a long scripture for his blessing.

Hmm, I don't know who Master Xiuzhen learned this "face" from...

After eating the cakes, Master Xiuzhen sat blankly in place, facing the huge underground palace alone.

Alone.

But at this moment, if someone walked close and looked carefully, they would find that this gaunt monk was not blankly lost in thought.

He sat blankly in place, hands together, staring intently at the Buddha's life painting on the wall of the underground palace in front of him.

It seemed that something was deeply attracting him.

But to be precise, except for the "Prince Sattva Feeding the Tiger" Buddha's life painting on the east wall and the "King Sibi Cutting Meat to Trade for a Dove" Buddha's life painting on the south wall, the other two Buddha's life paintings were attracting the gaunt monk Master Xiuzhen's gaze.

The "Prince Sattva Feeding the Tiger" mural on the east side, after the young county magistrate's first rescue of the Di Gong Zha incident, Master Xiuzhen no longer observed.

As for the "King Sibi Cutting Meat to Trade for a Dove" mural...

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, it was again the young county magistrate who was kidnapped to the underground palace by the three young masters of the Liu family instead of Saving Aqing.

Master Xiuzhen lived at home, the pot came from the sky, the disaster affected the pond, and he was knocked down by the third young master of the Liu family, and then woke up slowly in a scene of bloody broken limbs, and he no longer observed the south wall mural.

Nowadays, in the gaunt monk's eyes, there were two Buddha's life murals left.

In the quiet underground palace, Master Xiuzhen turned his back to the east wall, looking at the "Fast-eyed King Giving Eyes" Buddha's life mural on the west wall with dull eyes.

Master Xiuzhen, who had just witnessed the scene of the infatuated mute girl saving her lover, stood up abruptly.

He walked to the west wall mural of the underground palace.

In the darkness, the gaunt monk smiled and nodded:

"The little monk has seen the 'qi'. Avici Hell, it turns out there is also the 'qi' of light. The benefactors all walked out of the painting, Amitabha."

The monk's face gradually became solemn, and he turned his head abruptly:

"Hey, there is another painting, why is there no one inside?"

He, who had been sitting alone for years and watching the qi quietly, was full of confusion, looking at the last mural "Moonlight King Giving Head" in the due north.

After a while, the gaunt monk fell to the ground, falling into madness again.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong suddenly discovered that it was not a simple "arc" at all.

To be precise... it was a piece of curved surface.

Not a point, nor a line.

But a surface.

It was about half a foot long.

If one had to describe its shape, it was like a blue butterfly flower—also known as an iris flower in later generations—a petal.

The "petal" was thinner than paper, transparent like water, and had clear blue flowing light like the vast blue sky flowing on it.

At this moment, it was pinched by Magistrate Ouyang Rong with two fingers, slowly pulled out from the void, and held between his fingers.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong did not blink, staring at this unique "petal" in the world.

It was called "Craftsman", the work of the old sword caster, his proudest work in his life.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong observed it carefully for the first time, and became the first person in the world to observe its true face.

After looking at it for a while, he felt both familiar and strange.

Familiarity came from the curvature on this "petal".

Its curvature was also the most representative, and it was also the shape of the subjective impression and misunderstanding that had previously fallen into everyone's eyes.

But Magistrate Ouyang Rong had long felt familiar, and at this moment of viewing the sword at close range, he said "Sure enough".

This perfect curvature was exactly the method he had previously used to fold blue butterfly paper flowers with hard paper:

The curvature was composed of Pythagorean triangles.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong suddenly threw out a piece of "arc" at will.

"Craftsman" danced in a circle and hung quietly in the air.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned around it with his hands behind his back, sizing it up.

His eyes flashed with surprise. The "Craftsman", whose body was a petal-like curved surface, seemed to escape into the void after leaving his palm, switching states.

No matter from which angle he looked at it, it was a clear blue "arc" line.

"Did it return to reality after being touched by the Sword Bearer... When the sword was cast, floating in the air, was it another state?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

"Learned my iris paper folding method..." Magistrate Ouyang Rong muttered: "The Pythagorean triangle itself is the most stable structure. The 'arc' folded with Pythagorean triangles is incomparably stable and is the first-class sharpness in the world..."

He shook his head:

"That geometry knowledge, this world shouldn't have it yet. He is worthy of being a top-tier sword-smith; such top-level aesthetics, and he grasped the essence at a glance, applying it with god-like skill...

"A sword caster who is not an aesthetics master is not a good mathematician, right?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong couldn't help but complain.

The clear blue "arc" line quietly suspended in front of him was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but have the urge to test its sharpness immediately.

Unknowingly, it aroused the primitive killing intent in his heart.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and suppressed his desire.

"Senior Brother!"

Just then, a familiar call came from outside the courtyard, and a woman bumped into the courtyard door in a hurry.

Xiao Shimei? Magistrate Ouyang Rong regained his senses.

He immediately closed his eyes and restrained his spiritual energy.

But immediately he found that the "Craftsman", which had lost its spiritual energy supply, did not become illusory as it had in the past.

It fell alone in the air.

It seemed that after being pulled back to reality by him, it could no longer be illusory at will.

Or rather... it finally got rid of the sword furnace of Dragon City.

From now on, it could only rely on the Sword Bearer's small human heaven and earth to act as a new sword furnace to provide nutrients.

The falling "Craftsman" split the wooden stool below in two like cutting iron like mud.

"Clang—!" With a crisp and melodious sound, it was already lying quietly on the ground.

The clear blue color on the sword faded by more than half. At this moment, it was a glass piece with a faint blue color in the shape of an iris petal.

Myths walked into reality and became ordinary.

Even if this tripod sword was worn on a woman's hair as a hairpin, it was estimated that no one would notice.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was in a hurry. At the moment, the Mohist sword box was not there, so he had a flash of inspiration and clamped this hairpin... no, it was the tripod sword, into a thick Buddhist scripture.

The young county magistrate held the book with one arm and turned to welcome the Xiao Shimei...

Brother Nuanyang is a real big boss, woo woo, this silver party (referring to wholesale-like rewards) finally called me! Happy!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 257 =====