"Shallot on the dew, He Yixi. Luxi Ming Dynasty is more falling, when will people return when they die......" The procession of sending the spirit walked slowly towards the Big Buddha Temple, and the crowd surged like a white river.

The sacrificial tents set up along the road are all Xuanhe people's families, although they are not as good as the funeral of Duke Wen Xiang, but they are also like a cloud of guests.

Now the Ji family is in the limelight, Jizhou's father is still filial piety for more than two years, but Ji Shangshu's wife and filial piety are only one year, although Ji Shangshu will now be about forty people, and there is a son and a daughter under his knees, and now look at the Ji family's Xiao Langjun has reached the time of the top door, and the little lady will marry in only three or four years - they are all sensible and governor's age, and it is not difficult to be a mother after entering the door.

The ancients said that the old husband and young wife have been friends for a hundred years, Ji Shangshu is modest and has no wife and concubine, and his first lady is also a second marriage, so it is only just past the first seven, and many people in Chang'an City are counting that they can have a girl who matches Ji Shangshu.

The team to send the spirit walked in front, and at the end was an ox cart with a canopy and a red wheel, the curtain was covered, I don't know who was in the car, only the body was not colored, and the spirit flower was tied with two colors, driven by a young man in a soap coat, slowly falling behind, and the onlookers were talking about it, guessing the identity of the person in the car.

It only takes half a day to get from Chang'an to the Big Buddha Temple. Even though Ji Miao's heart longed for the ox cart to be a little slower, but in the end there was still a day to the end, seeing that the majestic mountain gate of the Big Buddha Temple had come into view, Ji Miao's tears that had endured all morning finally fell, and the sobbing cry of the girl could not be heard between the sparkling wheels, but the coral sitting next to her saw that the tears fell one by one and wet her clothes.

The saint was very happy these days, received a military report from Jinzhou, the state herd Ji Rin Shuai army recaptured the lost county seat of Datong and killed the Northern Wei prince Tuoba Ao, and heard the abbot say that the plum blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom in the past few days, so he sent a post to the court's close ministers and clan in-laws, to have a plum banquet in the back mountain, he set the time of the banquet on October 26, three days after the banquet just returned to Chang'an to catch up with the first day of the winter month.

On the twenty-fifth day, a cadre of clan dignitaries who received the saint's post went out one after another. For example, the eldest princess of Jinling, Ning Guohou, and Lin Qing are all powerful figures in each family, and Princess Huayang is in the future, and the two princes are not there, so the family has not brought young people.

The Great Qin clan is not obvious, and because of the original world and the family co-governance, the Great Qin clan has always led a false title and no fief, just like the sister of the sage compatriot Jinling eldest princess, Jinling's tax burden is two-fifths of her food, and the rest of the taxes are handed over to the treasury, she also has a number of land in Jinling City, and it is also managed by the Pingzhou Thorn History at the very moment, which is not divided into private ownership compared to the previous dynasty, and can store soldiers and appoint officials.

The area of the Big Buddha Temple is wide, and the sage invited Lin Qing to fish in the Lanmei Pavilion.

There is a spring water named Zhaoying Spring here, the spring water accumulates into a pool, it does not freeze for many years, the pool produces a kind of silverfish that is one inch long, the taste is delicious and fragrant, the monk in the Buddhist temple is not sticky at all. But in the beginning this spring is not the boundary of the Great Buddha Temple, there are many poor people in the cold winter when there is little food and clothing to come here to fish and add a dish, and later the abbot is not a monk when he is also blessed by this, so he acquiesced to the behavior of the people, and made a grand wish, after his death, he will turn into a silverfish, repay the grace of his salvation, and then this silverfish has become a must of the Great Buddha Temple.

Although the two of them were fishing, they didn't really expect to fish, but there were more people coming in the past few days, and the sage thought they were noisy, so he pulled Lin Qing to talk for a while.

"How is this worried look?" The sage flicked the fishing rod, and the fishing line crossed a light arc in mid-air, and he pulled the white tiger skin on his body embroidered with a blue dragon out of the cloud pattern brocade satin, and laughed loudly.

"It has been more than half a month since the leader of the Jizhou Mu army arrived in Jinju, but the Qingzhou garrison still has no movement, and the minister is very worried. Lin Qingpan sat down on his knees, took the bait and hung it on the hook, "Shengping has been in turmoil for twenty years, His Majesty issued an order to reprimand Zhuge Zhoumu, and the ministers are afraid that they will be resentful and unwilling to send troops, but fortunately, the situation in Jinzhou is very good now, but in the end, Chang'an is not defensive." ”

"There are strong soldiers in Jinzhou on the back, and there is an iron-blooded army of the Yongzhou Yuwen family in the northwest, Chang'an can sit back and relax!" The sage raised his hand to adjust the length of the fishing line, and said with a smile.

The two of them gossiped a few more words, and then fished quietly, and for a while there was silence in the plum pavilion, and only the occasional sparrow could be heard flying up, jumping, and landing from the branches, and its wings shook the residual snow on the tree, fluttering and falling.

At this moment, there was a mourning sound from the southwest corner of the Big Buddha Temple, and there was a faint cry in the ears: "Shallot on the dew, He Yixi." Luxi Ming Dynasty is more falling, when will people return when they die......"

"Who is crying here?" Although the cry is faint, it can still hear the tune, there is an ancient wind, the saint is listening carefully, but he can hear a wall, there is a woman's graceful voice coming, as soon as he hears it, he knows that it is Queen Yuwen, the saint originally wanted to send someone to investigate, but he fell silent, but he didn't hear it, Lin Qing saw that he was so naturally deaf and dumb, and refused to speak.

"Back to Niangniang, the slave detective found that Ji Shangshu lost his wife a few days ago, and now he heard that Jinzhou was in chaos and it was not easy to go home, so he parked Mrs. Shen's coffin here first. But after a while, another girl replied, and the sound of continuous admiration between walks was also not heard, although the saint did not wait to see Queen Yuwen, in the end it was Yu Rong, the first proud female official in front of her, who heard what she was talking about.

"But the Shen family?" Empress Yuwen was silent for a moment, she was originally a compassionate character, and couldn't help but sigh when she heard the bad news, "This palace remembers that their husband and wife have always had a deep love for flounder, even if you look at my Daqin, it is also a rare couple, and now that the mandarin duck has lost her spouse, I don't know how sad Ji Shangshu is?"

"Niangniang doesn't know, the slave inquired this time and met the servant of the Ji family, only said that Ji Shangshu will be a monk in the Big Buddha Temple after noon today, isn't it infatuation?" Yu Rong said here and couldn't help sighing, "The slave watched from the side, the son of the Ji family and the little lady, the son tied his hair, and the little lady also combed her hair in a bun, so sensible, even the slave felt sad when he looked at it." ”

"They are all good and thoughtful children. Empress Yuwen couldn't help but sigh when she heard this, "This palace remembers that the little lady of the Ji family is the same age as Kyaukyao?"

"Niangniang is right, the little lady of the Ji family is two or three years younger than our princess, I heard that this funeral was presided over by her with the assistance of Mrs. Chen, she is only in her early twelve, and it is difficult for her. Yu Rong saw that Empress Yuwen was interested, so he didn't hesitate to say a few more words.

Although Ji Shangshu is infatuated, he is not very thoughtful about the two children. "Empress Yuwen heard what Yu Rong said, and she felt more and more that this little lady was rare," That's just Ji Yan, the left and right husband has no wife, he will naturally have the elders in their clan to stand up in the future, but the daughter's family flower letter is limited, this little lady is now only twelve or thirteen years old, just like the flower bones, now their parents are not there, her marriage has not yet been decided, after three years of filial piety, it will be fifteen, and it is time to get married。 ”

"Niangniang, do you miss Ah Yu Niang?" Yu Rong listened to Queen Yuwen say, she knew the hidden pain in the other party's heart, she has been with Queen Yuwen since she was eight years old, and now it is almost twenty spring and autumn, how can she not understand that the other party is worried about herself and the saint A hundred years later, how will Princess Huayang's life live, although the four princes are raised in front of Queen Yuwen, but the other party is not her own person, but in this case, she can't say it, she can only mention the side to lead Queen Yuwen's thoughts.

"What do you say is the matter? Over the years, the family has been amorous and infatuated, Ji Shangshu is just like this, and even Zihuan is also such a character, and now he refuses to get married no matter what he says, with his stubborn temper, I don't know if the palace can still see that day!" Empress Yuwen had a headache when she mentioned her nephew.

"Can you hear me?" When Empress Yuwen's master and servant were far away, the sage put the fishing rod on one side, turned his head to Lin Qingdao, and said, "I originally thought that my Ministry of Works Shangshu was just a mourning wife, but I didn't expect him to become a cultivator completely. ”

Seeing his interesting appearance, Lin Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly and followed behind the saint, and the little yellow door was busy packing up the fish food and fishing rods behind him.

Because of Ji Yan's special identity, the sage sent Liu Quan to ask, and after a while, he said that the other party was now in the guest house in the southwest corner, and as for the son and daughter of the Ji family, they did not follow, thinking that they were busy in front, the sage nodded, and motioned to Liu Quan to lead the way.

They will stand at the gate of the courtyard, and they will see Ji Yan standing under a huge red bean tree, stunned, and next to him is an elder in plain monk robes.

"Twenty years ago, I met Lang Jun at the cliff of the Buddha cave, and I met here again twenty years later. Kong Nian saw him looking up at the red beans, this year's climate was abnormal, and the weather was very cold in winter, and the leaves on the trees were all gone, but there were still crystal clear red beans.

"Exquisite dice An red bean, do you know if you are lovesick to the bone?" Ji Yan seemed to have never heard of it, and only his eyebrows revealed indescribable withering and sorrow.

"In the past 20 years, the poor monk has traveled all over the world, and he has also heard the music in the workshop, I wonder if Lang Jun is interested in listening to the poor monk play a song today?" Kong Nian saw that he ignored him and was not angry, but took off the Tao Xun hanging on his waist and put it on his lips and played it gently.

"Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The worries of the heart, the maintenance of it!

Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The worry of the heart, the death of the mother!

Green and silky, the woman is cured. I think of the ancients, and I have nothing to worry about.

It's a daunting, and it's sad. I think of the ancients, and I have won my heart!"

Xun whimpered, like crying, floating in the air above the guest house, there were jackdaws in the distance to hear the sound of Xun into the ears, and then chirping, more and more sad, painful, and so he finished a song, Ji Yan seemed to come back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, it was tears.

"Empty thoughts...... I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still the same as you were back then. Ji Yan closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again after a while, but there was a quiet in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, he and Kong Nian met in Yongning City, and at that time, they were arguing over which Bodhisattva was enshrined in an ancient temple on the outskirts of the city.

They are all open-minded young people, but they have become confidants in a dispute. Since they met, the two often meet to debate the scriptures, one is the son of a rich family, and the other is a poor and penniless monk, but they have their own opinions on the Buddhist scriptures, and their thoughts are more confirmed.

In his eyes, Kong Nian did not look like an elder who ate fasting and recited Buddha, but like a wandering ranger. They traveled together from Yongning City, he was erudite and knowledgeable, read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but the partial birth of empty thoughts is the best at sophistry, the Eastern Qin Buddhism is mostly translated by monks, empty thoughts and when he first met, he did not know a few big characters, but he was familiar with Sanskrit. The two traveled all the way to the west, Kongnian taught him Sanskrit, he taught Kongnian literacy, at that time he hesitated in his heart and had not yet made up his mind whether to convert to Buddhism, Kongnian only smiled and only said that the time had not come, they walked all the way and delayed, just like the rangers recorded in ancient books, they always had to take care of injustices when they encountered injustices.

It was only when they met the maid who desperately escaped to report the news at the cliff of the Buddha cave that they made a decisive move, and then met the woman who made him toss and turn. Approaching the separation, Kong Nian only said that he continued to go west, wanting to find the legendary Buddha country, and then brought back countless scriptures, if there is a fate to see each other, it must be to invite him to translate the scriptures together, and they separated, never thought to meet him again He is already a high monk of the Great Buddha Temple, and he still has to take refuge in my Buddha after all.

"What did it look like back then?" Kong Nian smiled slightly, his expression was peaceful, and there was a kind of silence from the inside out, as if the sad song just now was not from him, "If so, the poor monk would rather not see Lang Jun." ”

"Back then, you and I had separate words, and in the future, we will translate Buddhist scriptures together, and twenty years is like a moment, but it is a prophecy. Speaking of the past, Ji Yan's heart was painful, but he felt an indescribable tiredness in his heart when he was reading the Buddhist scriptures copied in the old days in the study.

"Today's noon is an auspicious time, wait for the host brother to remove this worry for you. "Kong Nian looks like a monk to others, and when he meets his old friend, he shows a little bit of the brilliance of his youth.

The sage originally listened to the words of Empress Yuwen and Yu Rong, and this time he thought about comforting Ji Yan a few words, but now he heard the two talking, and he only felt that this Ji Yan should really be born with the Buddha, and he should take refuge in Buddhism, so he only stopped for a long time and turned around and left with Lin Qing.