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    Oh yeah, 2012 is here and everyone must be happy.  I have prepared a New Year gift for everyone, which is a trial reading of this new book. Of course, it is actually an old book. It was a trap a long time ago. I look forward to your evaluation.  According to the old rules, this book will be one of the four to be selected, just like Akagi. After all four new books are released for trial reading, I will open a voting option to let everyone choose which new book to read.  I still feel that my readers are the best I believe in your vision.  It was late spring in March, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River was just right, with peanut trees and orioles flying around.  Outside Jinguang Temple in Yanyun Mountain, a nine-foot-tall monk in gray clothes with a rough face was doing laundry by the river at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly he heard vague singing coming from the other side of the river. He couldn't help but stare and curse, feeling very unhappy.  This song is ethereal, its direction changes, it looks to the south, and it looks to the north, and its tone is also weird, implying all kinds of music, such as flute, zither, flute, pipa, harp, and harp.  Second-rate.  But there is nothing they can do about the other party.  Jinguang Temple is an orthodox Buddhist sect. There are countless eminent monks with profound spiritual knowledge in the temple. They have always been very good at subduing demons. However, this rough monk has only been in the temple for half a year and has not learned these skills.  "Grandma, I'm a bear. I'm robbing Dongshan. The mountain is full of gold and silver. I'm so happy with wine and meat. I have to meet that thief Bald. He actually says that I have a fate with Buddha. I tried every means to struggle but was brought to Jinguang Temple.  Suffering. You actually have to imitate women to wash clothes and grab new ones when they are old. How can there be all this trouble" The monk's eyes were full of evil, his hands were as big as bear paws, and the few monk's robes in his hands had been ravaged.  It doesn't look like anything, but it doesn't mean it's clean at all.  Seeing that the monk ignored him, the song made several tricks. The song was soft and sad, as if it contained untold suffering. It lingered for a long time and finally faded away.  After the ears were a little clean, the rough monk sighed angrily, rubbed them casually a few times, thought he had finished washing them, and was about to get up and leave.  Suddenly the red sun jumped up to the east, casting thousands of golden rays. The wind swept the remaining clouds, the mist dispersed, and a bamboo basket floated far upstream, rising and falling with the waves.  The monk stretched out his palms, and the shaking waves on the river suddenly separated out of thin air, creating a suction force out of thin air. He moved the bamboo basket in front of him and saw a snow-white little fox sleeping inside, wrapped in swaddling clothes like a newborn baby, with a pacifier in his mouth.  , squinting his eyes and sleeping soundly.  Furry face, red mouth, soft pointed ears, curved and long eyelashes, very cute.  "Grandma's bear turned out to be a demon baby. This little fox has nice fur" Just as he said this, the monk suddenly felt a splitting headache and fell to the ground.  A voice floated from far away from Jinguang Temple: "Xuan Zang! You have evil thoughts again. Bring the baby up the mountain quickly, don't hurt his life!" "I know! I know, the thief bald has sent a spell quickly, I will be strangled.  Come out of your brain!" After a while, the monk slowly came to his senses and kept cursing.  His real name is Chen Xuanzhuang, and he is a gangster who runs rampant in seven provinces. His martial arts skills are unparalleled and he has never had an opponent in his life.  One day, he robbed an old Beijing official and was about to kill him when he was seen by a passing monk who stopped him and took him to Chen Xuanzhuang.  Lao Chen didn't know how good this monk was in martial arts, but his Buddhist magical powers were unmatched.  Even though Chen Xuanzhuang was extremely skilled in martial arts and boasted that he had few opponents in the world, he was still carried back to the temple like a cat, forcibly tonsured, and pretended to be a monk.  Knowing that this thief bald master had a compassionate heart but violent methods, Monk Xuanzang did not dare to disobey him, so he had to take the little fox up the mountain and enter the Jinguang Temple. After a detour, he entered a remote courtyard.  He didn't knock on the door to say hello, he just walked in.  A monk with a delicate face and a moon-white robe stretched out his hand, and the basket in Monk Xuanzang's hand fell out of thin air into his arms.  He glanced at it and sighed: "Your parents are in love, and humans and monsters have different paths and are not allowed in the world. Fortunately, my Buddhist sect is vast, so it doesn't matter if I accept you!"  There was no trace of smoke, dust or fire in the object, and he thought to himself: "This Buddhist magical power is really amazing. I have practiced hard for more than thirty years before I can cultivate the true energy from acquired to innate. It can only absorb the attributes of swords within three to five feet at most."  But this thief bald man can carry a basket weighing about ten kilograms like an arm within twenty or thirty steps, which is ten times better than me" While Monk Xuanzang was thinking wildly, the thief bald master he spoke of,  He had already started to say: "This little fox was born from the union of a human and a demon. His parents cannot support him. I am your junior brother and will be named Xuan Ye! You should take more care of me from now on. I remember when you came up the mountain,  There is also a package containing some gold and silver jewelry. Take it to a strong nanny down the mountain and give it to this child! " "What? Those are all my belongings. How can I use my own money?"  So happy""Chengchengcheng! Don't recite the golden hoop skull-drawing curse. I've accepted it! I'm going to find the nanny right now!" Although Monk Xuanzang has a rough face, he also knows that this thief bald master is very obedient to his words.  Don't be easy to mess with, don't dare to make any more arguments, and leave in a big step.  Suddenly, I heard the handsome monk say: "Your wild nature is not over yet, and you will inevitably run away after coming down the mountain. I will agree with you within a three-day period. After the date, you will recite the golden hoop skull-drawing curse." "Thief.  Bald, just kill me. How can I find a nanny in three days? You asked me to rob a few corrupt officials, but the wife of a wealthy businessman took care of them and robbed ten or eight of them in one day." "  Xuanzang's disciples, please stop being so talkative. Go to the foot of the mountain and find a prosperous place. There are poor families and women who have just given birth to a baby. They are willing to exchange milk and water for some money to support the family. You can give more gold and silver to others.  Of course it's easy to hire. " Although Monk Xuanzang was full of reluctance, he knew that he could not resist the master's words. He kept mumbling. He returned to the Zen room, took two swords and a package and was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly he thought: "Master, let's go.  I didn't come back until three days ago. If I could hire a nanny easily, wouldn't I still be able to enjoy myself at the foot of the mountain for a day and a half? I was just about to find some big fish and meat to eat, but my mouth has been filled with excitement these days. " Thinking of this, Monk Xuanzang said.  His anger turned to joy, and he happily packed up and went down the mountain.  He travels across several provinces and is a one-legged thief. He has accumulated a lot of gold and silver in his life. Although most of it is buried in the mountains and forests, and only 12% is carried around, it is enough for him to spend money like water and spend money as he pleases.  After descending from Yanyun Mountain, the great monk did not ask for directions, but looked for the wide official roads. He used Qinggong and ran for three hours. As expected, a rather majestic city stood majestically in front of him.  This city, with its overhanging eaves and corners, is at least seven or eight hundred years old. On the top of the city gate, three characters are written in black ink - Pengshan City.  g!  ~!  
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