"Xiuzhen, tell me, we have escaped from the Eternal Hell, but what should we do with the people who are still trapped in the Eternal Hell?

"Maybe they don't feel that there is hell under their feet, because they have never seen the pure land of the human world, so they live contentedly and do nothing.

"But we are the only two who are not self-sufficient and come here... No, I don't want it, you can eat it...

"Tell me, are we both crazy in the eyes of the world?"

Late at night, claustrophobic underground palace.

Ouyang Rong paused in his words, waved his hand, and politely declined the mung bean cake that Xiuzhen offered him.

Xiu Zhen was stunned. He lowered his head and twisted a piece of pastry, chewing it happily. He didn't know what Ouyang Rong said, but he understood a few words.

Or just feel the noise?

Ouyang Rong chuckled.

He turned his head silently.

The underground palace is spacious and full of echoes.

Four faded murals remain on the four walls.

On the ground in the center of the underground palace, there is a half-meter-high girdle and an upturned rosette.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong was sitting cross-legged on a lotus seat with his waist upturned.

Wearing a loose gray monk's robe.

The monks of Donglin Temple dress the same as Xiuzhen, except that their heads are not shaved.

On the stone rosette behind him, there was an empty baggage containing a thin soap coat and felt hat.

This was Ouyang Rong's attire when he arrived, and he had just changed into a monk's robe.

Xiuzhen sat on the ground next to the stone rosette, holding cakes in her hands and eating them with relish.

A beam of gray moonlight slanted down from the well mouth above, and happened to fall on Ouyang Rong on the rosette.

This is the only light in the dark underground palace.

Ouyang Rong's face was silent and his shoulders were slumped.

He sat cross-legged like a lotus, holding his hands behind his back, looking up at the only exit ten meters above.

"What is the origin of this inexplicable tower of merit in my mind.

"Will it be easier to accumulate merit after I go back... It should be possible, maybe it will be easier.

"If you share your treasured things for free, you will gain a lot of 'good people have a safe life'. The merits will come right away. If you don't do anything at home, the merits will keep rising..."

"Simply simple mode.

"Very good, I have thought about the way to go back and develop, but why haven't you decided to go back?"

Ouyang Rong looked to the sky and murmured, seeming to himself, but also to Xiuzhen.

"Xiuzhen, do you think that when I come back and ascend to the Pure Land, am I flying as a soul like your Grand Master uncle, or am I flying with my body and clothes? I'm not going back naked.

"Forget it, when Master Zhongma ascended here, you were not born yet, so asking is in vain.

"But you have to make two preparations. If you fly back in the flesh with clothes on, the original attire of a soap suit and felt hat will not be appropriate. The atmosphere of the times is too strong and out of place.

"It's better to change into this monk's robe, no matter it's the Donglin Temple on the day we returned or wherever... I hope it's not the sewer, or a white room with a white hospital bed..."

Under a ray of cold white moonlight, a handsome young man who was ready to put on monk's robes was mumbling something.

He relaxed his shoulders and sat cross-legged on the rosette.

The body didn't move for a long time.

After all this time, the moonlight falling from the mouth of the well became increasingly faint.

Outside the underground palace, it was almost dawn.

However, the days are long and the nights are short, and summer nights are indeed very short.

Ouyang Rong nodded thoughtfully and found a new excuse.

On the ground next to the rosette, Xiuzhen didn't know when she got up, put away the remaining cakes, lowered her head and carefully scratched the lice on her body.

At a certain moment, Xiuzhen suddenly turned his head and said to the person who had not returned:

"Hey, why doesn't the donor leave?"

Ouyang Rong:......

The air in front of the lotus pedestal suddenly became quiet for a while.

Ouyang Rong turned his head silently.

He took one last look at Xiuzhen.

He nodded.

I leaned over and bent over, stretched out my hand to explore, and my fingertips touched the line of engraved words below the rosette, which was not illuminated by the moonlight.

The carvings on the ground are covered with dust, and there are only four words:

Come back.

Xiu Zhen was stunned, paused for a moment, and continued to care:

"Donor, please go away quickly. There is an endless hell above. You are sitting too close. Come to the little monk quickly."

With that said, Xiuzhen was about to pull Ouyang Rong away from the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace.

It turns out that this is the real meaning of letting him "go".

Ouyang Rong smiled.

But he shook his head, without taking his hand back, and pressed it against the stone carvings on the ground.

From the depths of the lacquer-like eyes of the young man sitting cross-legged on the rosette, a strong purple light emerged, penetrating the clear pupils, and the halo faintly diverged.

This scene, under the dim moonlight of the dark underground palace, looks like two immortal crape myrtle stars.

In a certain merit tower, the blessing bell shook violently, and purple energy rolled out without money.

"It's still 10,000 merits... I've saved enough already, and there are still 19,012 merits left, which is more than enough." He nodded and whispered.

"Donor, you, your eyes..."

Xiuzhen, who originally wanted to pull people out of the sea of ​​suffering, was frightened and took a step back.

His withered face showed a look of sudden realization and he jumped up.

Xiuzhen's right hand pointed at Ouyang Rong with purple eyes for a while, and then pointed behind him, which is the mural "Prince Satao sacrificed his life to feed a tiger" on the east wall of the underground palace, and danced and said:

"Donor, look, they are exactly the same, almost exactly the same."

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear and suddenly looked back, looking in the direction of Longcheng County from a distance, sitting upright and speaking curiously:

"I read the records of Longcheng County Chronicles. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty said that he was from a poor family. In order to earn money for drinking, he went to Longcheng to serve as an order. He was reckless and did nothing. He drank alcohol and let deer go.

He only served as county magistrate for eighty-one days, then left with his seal, resigned and went into seclusion.

"Later, Di Gong of this dynasty was demoted to Longcheng. He served as an official for one term and benefited a party for a four-year term. He settled cases like a god and prayed for the people. He also built water conservancy projects and supervised the construction of sluices. He almost completely cured the Butterfly Creek flood. He made great achievements during his term.

It shows that he has outstanding talents and has left his post with honor. On the day he left the county, the alleys of Longcheng were empty and willows were broken for ten miles and ten miles, and the people couldn't leave.

"Let me ask, how will Longcheng County Chronicle write about me, Ouyang Lianghan, a hundred years from now?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked back, touched the blessing, smiled and nodded:

"My heart is bright, what else can I say?"

After a deep sigh, the purple light in the dark underground palace suddenly disappeared.

Return to silence.

Outside the well mouth of the underground palace, the sky is getting brighter.

…

Xie Lingjiang smelled the scent of gardenia.

It has a light fragrance that lingers around your nose, but is not greasy.

It was just like the scent that eldest brother exuded when he went for a night walk with her after taking a bath.

It's just that every time in the past, Xie Lingjiang turned his head in the dark night, "attracted" by the scenery on the roadside, and his nose was slightly raised.

On the streets of Penglangdu Wharf where people were coming and going, Xie Lingjiang's cheeks were slightly hot when she stopped and turned around. She quickly dismissed her thoughts and continued moving forward without squinting.

"Has the summer solstice come? No wonder the flowers are blooming...Well, the book says that the flowers are blooming on the road, so you can return home slowly...Humph, he is never in a hurry and never sends a letter urging me to return early. This is very

Don’t worry I’m outside?”

Xie Lingjiang murmured. After returning from a long journey, she did not become anxious after approaching Luming Street.

She reached out and touched a certain pill box that she had worked so hard to get.

Carrying this object, she was extremely cautious all the way back from Longhu Mountain, which slowed down her journey a bit. However, she sensed Yan Liulang's broken jade message, which made her speed up and return two days earlier, but she was also very tired.
To be continued...