"Help--help--"

The little Xitong's cry was heart-wrenching. In the dark night and wilderness, this fourteen-year-old servant couldn't tell the way. He only looked at the faint lights in the southwest direction and ran desperately. He was crying in the shouts, stumbled all the way, rolling and crawling. He didn't know how many times he fell, his elbows and knees were rubbed, and his face was covered with blood marks by trees and thorns. But this frightened and sad little Xitong didn't care about the pain, but just screamed and ran desperately...

There are about twenty families in the small mountain village on the southern foot of Boshan, and they are composed into two cards. The Baojia system in the Ming Dynasty was not unified. On the way of Jiangxi, there were basically ten households as one card, ten cards as one card, ten cards as one A, and ten cards as one Guarantee. The cards have a card head, and Jia and Bao are Jia Chang and Bao. The two cards in Boshan Village were surnamed Li and the other was surnamed Sun. This night was the Sun's patrol.

Just after the third update, Sun Paitou sat by the wooden door of his yard to rest. The small mountain village was silent, and there were only two or three families with lights. Seeing that nothing happened, Sun Paitou was about to go home and have a sleep first. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting "Help" on Boshan Road, and the screams were shrill. Sun Paitou was shocked and thought that a strong man from the robbery appeared. He quickly got up and took off the small gong tied to his waist and knocked hard, shouting: "There are thieves! There are thieves!"

The originally quiet mountain village suddenly became turbulent, the dim lights were lit, the wooden doors were rattled, and footsteps were mixed. There were strong men from all households rushing out with shoulder poles or wooden sticks, and they asked, "Where are the thiefs? Where are the thiefs?"

The moon is waning and the night is hazy. The shocked villagers of Boshan saw a young man in short clothes crying and shouting "Help" in anger. Sun Pai stepped forward and asked if there was a forced person robbing him?

The little male servant named Sixi wiped his nose and tears with his sleeves and cried, "My young master, my young master hangs it-"

"Hanging!" Sun Paitou asked in surprise: "Where is it?"

Sixi pointed eastward: "The temple is destroyed there."

There is an ancient temple on the eastern foot of Boshan Mountain. It was named Nengren Temple. It was found in the Tang Dynasty. The incense has always been very popular. However, a fire three years ago almost burned the Buddhist temple to white ground, leaving only half of the Kalan Temple standing in the ruins. Because the money for rebuilding the Buddhist temple was not collected, all the monks living in the temple were scattered. Now only foxes and rats are present. The abandoned temple is only three miles away from Boshan Village. If a person dies, the government will definitely detain the villagers to investigate. It is really troublesome.

Sun Paitou called Li Paitou and two other brave villagers followed the little Xitong to the abandoned temple. Xiao Xitong Sixi cried while running while telling Sun Paitou about the incident. His young master was named Zeng Yuyu and Jiuli. He was from Shitian Village, Yongping Township, this time he came to Guangxinfucheng to participate in the three-year college examination chaired by the deputy envoy of the school, which is to take the exam for scholars. This is Zeng Yu's third time to participate in the college examination. However, yesterday the case was released, it was still unknown. Today, he packed his luggage and returned to his hometown. He didn't go to the inn to stay in the inn when it was dark, but walked to the desolate abandoned temple. It was late at night. Xiao Xitong Sixi hugged his knees and took a nap. Suddenly, he heard the "crunch" sound of the palace beam. When he looked up, he couldn't help but lose his soul. The young master Zeng Yu committed suicide by hanging the beam. Sixi rushed up and hugged the young master's foot and pulled it down, and fell down with a "bang" sound.

Li Paitou, who was holding a torch, interjected and said, "That's saved."

Sixi cried, "But the young master is already out of breath."

Sun Paitou said: "Go quickly and go quickly, maybe there is still a rescue."

The night is dark and the moonlight is faint. Several people are rushing around the secluded Boshan Road. The mountain road is bent, and the valley in front of you is Nengren Temple. This temple, known as the largest jungle of Guangxin Mansion, is now full of weeds and knees. There are rotten trees and rocks in the grass. If you are not careful, you will trip. If you fail the scientific examination, you will run here in the middle of the night to hang yourself and ask for death, making Sun Paitou and Li Paitou these Boshan villagers both annoyed and sighed.

"Young Master-Young Master-"

Sixi was shouting, and the little Xitong could not run any longer. She fell down again, and bleeding from the forehead covered her left eye.

The half of the crumbling black and black Jalan Hall built on Bijia Mountain left was silent. Li Paitou, who held a torch, walked in front and was about to the hall gate. He suddenly heard a loud howl from the broken hall corridor, which scared Li Paitou, and threw the torch in his hand into the grass.

Sixi hurriedly said, "This is my donkey - Heibao, Heibao, where is the young master?"

There were two more calls in the shadow of the hall corridor, and then a donkey head stuck out with his ears. The long donkey face was honest and serious, the gray-white donkey nose was shaking, and the stretched reins made the hall corridor "squeak". The only half of the hall was about to be torn to pieces.

Li Paitou cursed as the donkey reached out to pick up the torch, but it was extinguished. Little Xitong Sixi called "Young Master" and ran into the Galan Palace. Sun Paitou and the four of them walked into the hall. In the dark, they saw the little Xitong kneeling on the ground and trying to help someone. Sun Paitou hurried forward to help. He heard the "hoho" sound in the man's throat. Several Boshan villagers all said, "I'm not dead, there is still help, there is still help."

The boy was so happy that he cried.

Li Paitou said: "It's best to carry it outside the hall to get some breath."

Several people were about to carry the scholar who fell out of the palace when the dying scholar suddenly spoke. Although his breath was weak, he said very clearly-

"Don't, move me, let me lie down."

Since he could speak, he would have no worries about his life. Several Boshan villagers were relieved. Sun Paitou asked Li Paitou and the other two to go back first, and he and the little Xitong were guarding here.

The footsteps were gone, and there was silence around him. The slanting moonlight shone down from the cracks of the broken hall tiles. The statue of the green robe and long beard of the Bodhisattva was sitting there majestic. Sun Paitou kowtowed three times to the Bodhisattva. The moonlight slowly moved to the scholar lying flat on the ground. Sun Paitou looked at the scholar through the moonlight. The scholar was young and in his twenties. At this time, he closed his eyes, half of his mouth, breathed rapidly, and a trace of his neck was obvious.

"Oh, Master Zeng, why are you doing this? Look at your young age. If you fail the exam this time, there will be next time. Life is long. How can you find a short-term view? How can you be worthy of your parents in your family like this!"

The scholar named Zeng Yu opened his eyes and stared at the palace beam blankly. The broken half of the belt was still hanging there, blown by the night wind.

Sun Paitou turned his head and asked the little Xitong: "Brother, where did you say you are from?"

Only then did Xiao Xitong Sixi feel pain everywhere in her body and replied with a sad face: "From Shitian Village, Yongping Township."

This is the boundary of Chongshan Township, more than 60 miles from Shitian Village, Yongping Township. Sun Paitou said: "I have been to Shitian. I have a very famous geomancer in Shitian. I am known as Mr. Hanlong and his surname is Zeng--"

Sixi continued, "That's my eldest master who passed away more than ten years ago." After pausing, he said, "My young master Jiuli was born by the second master. Because the eldest master has no descendants, he adopted the incense to inherit the incense."

Sun Paitou remembered something and asked: "A few years ago, I heard that the Ishida family had a child prodigy. They could match their couples at the age of six and write articles at the age of ten. The magistrate praised them all-praise-"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sixi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "The prodigy is my young master Jiuli. The young master Jiuli is omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the examiner does not know the talent, and the young master failed the exam again. Those lucky people laughed at my young master--"

Sun Paitou looked at the dirty young scholar in front of him again. This scholar was the descendant of the famous Mr. Hanlong. He once learned that the county master was known as a child prodigy. Sun Paitou couldn't help but be respectful and asked: "Your young master Gui Geng? Oh, he is only twenty years old - Mr. Zeng, you are young, don't be too impressed. If you didn't pass the exam this time, you will get the exam in a few years. You will definitely win the Feng Shui of your Zeng family. Don't be anxious." He thought to himself: "Mr. Hanlong will choose a yin house and a yang house for others all his life. Can't you choose a burial place for yourself? However, it is said that fortune tellers cannot calculate their own fate, and those who look at Feng Shui cannot see their own Feng Shui--"

"Water, is there any water? Give me water?" The scholar Zeng Yu spoke again.

The little Xi Sixi quickly got up and went to the black donkey outside the hall gate to get a gourd. There was clear water in the gourd. Sun Paitou helped Zeng Yu sit up. Zeng Yu drank a few sips of water, let him breathe a long sigh, and spoke smoothly: "Thank you, this uncle, I'm fine. I'm fine. Please go back, I'll disturb you."

Sun Paitou, who was kind-hearted in the ancient road, said: "Young Master Zeng will go to my house to rest for two days. This dilapidated temple is unstable and may collapse at any time."

Zeng Yu politely rejected Sun Paitou's kindness and said that his health was fine and he would be able to return home early tomorrow morning.

Seeing that Zeng Yu insisted on not wanting him to accompany him, Sun Paitou had to say, "Then I'll go back first and send a pot of porridge at dawn." After that, he got up and went out.

The ray of moonlight in the hall disappeared, and the little Xi Dun was unable to see his fingers. The little Xi was frightened and said, "Young Master--"

The young master Zeng Yu responded, and after a while, he said, "That uncle is still outside the hall, who is a kind person?"

Sixi nodded repeatedly: "Young Master is right, you must not do that anymore. Grandma at home is looking forward to the young master going back. The uncle is right. If you don't pass the exam this time, you can take the exam again next time. The young master will definitely be able to make a name for himself and suffer some grievances in front of him."

Zeng Yu was silent for a while and said, "Stay away the green mountains and don't worry about lack of firewood. I will no longer be so useless and seek life. I will live a good life. Nothing can stump me. It's great to be able to live."

...

When I woke up from a coma, the first thing I heard was the crying donkey sound, followed by the sound of footsteps. Someone called "Young Master and Young Master" and came in. Zeng Yu knew that this was the little Xi Gong's four joys, but at this time his mind was extremely confused. He lay on the ground and felt the sky spinning. Countless thoughts came one after another, like stars, like sea tides, flickering, rushing, rotating, gathering and dispersing...

Several Boshan villagers said they wanted to move him outside the hall, but when they moved, they felt a splitting headache. Compared with the severe pain in their heads, the pain in their necks was nothing.

After lying quietly for half an hour, he finally recovered and came to his senses. Zeng Yu drank two sips of water. His past and present life flashed by. His chaotic mind was like thousands of mountain streams, streams, and rivers finally flowed and merged into the sea. They were tolerant, broad, calm and deep. If they were not weak, Zeng Yu would have jumped up and danced and laughed loudly. It was wonderful. The world was so wonderful. It was like a prodigal son who had eaten, drink, play, and had a huge sum of money out of thin air when he was full of regret. It was like a terminally ill patient with a strong desire to survive. It was so magical, even more magical than this. His past and present life were combined into one. It was not rebirth better than rebirth. So what if he didn't pass the imperial examination? So what if his brother and sister-in-law were not virtuous? Why worry about not being able to stand on his own!

There is a widowed mother and a young girl, Zeng Yu Zeng Jiuli, what reason do you have to not live well?

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Chapter completed!