Lingyi Temple is located on the top of the quiet and secluded Linggu Peak, with a magnificent and solemn spirit. Around the temple, five large mountains are majestic and surrounded by continuous mountains. Linggu Peak is the shortest of the six peaks, and it makes Lingyi Temple seem to be surrounded by mountains.

Standing at the door of the temple, looking around at the mountains behind it, Xiao Feng sighed lightly: "If there is really something strange in the Lingyi Temple, they will indeed find a place!" The deep mountain is the best way to cover the eyes, and everyone's first feeling is to escape by the mountain, and no one doubts this ancient temple that is more than 500 years old.

Pan Jiaming also shook his head with a wry smile, to be honest, he didn't want Mr. Ruan or any of the masters in Lingyi Temple to be related to Mr. Yu's group, and he didn't want the ancient temple, which should be far away from secular disputes, to be desecrated by those people and all kinds of conspiracies.

The two of them stepped into the temple, and several linden trees in the front yard of the temple were lush and lush. It's winter, but they're still so tall and green.

Under the linden tree, a man in a gray cotton robe is sweeping the floor.

Xiao Feng seemed to see the scene lyrically, and he felt it: "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." ”

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust. The man sweeping the floor didn't turn his head, and the movements of his hands didn't stop, but his voice was hoarse: "Xiao Bangyan seems to be a little impetuous recently." Only by maintaining inner peace can you always stay still no matter how disturbed the outside world is. ”

"Mr. Ruan?" Xiao Feng said with a smile, "Mr. is a high-minded person, every time he listens to Mr.'s words, it can always make Xiao Feng feel empowered." It's just that Mr. Ruan's voice is a little hoarse, is he slightly ill? Why are you still working hard here?" He obviously saw that Pan Jiaming's body trembled slightly the moment he heard Mr. Ruan's voice, and his heart couldn't help but tighten: Could it be that Mr. Ruan's cold and slightly hoarse voice is the voice that Mingzi remembered in his bone marrow?

"It's okay," said the sweeper, standing up straight and turning, "just a little wind, just a little sweat." ”

Yes, the person who swept the floor was Mr. Ruan, whom they wanted to meet on this trip. Mr. Ruan is in his early thirties, more than seven feet tall, and although his appearance is not handsome, his meticulous hair bun, clear and clean face, and dark and deep eyes all show his elegant scholarly temperament. It's just that Pan Jiaming noticed for the first time that Mr. Ruan's thick eyebrows were raised slightly rebelliously......

"Is it okay if your voice has changed?" Pan Jiaming laughed ruffianly, "Mr. Ruan's lack of care for his body is also a manifestation of not cherishing good fortune?"

Mr. Ruan was not angry, and stretched out his finger and tapped Pan Jiaming a few times: "I don't talk about Buddhism with Ming Shizi, that's self-inflicted." However, my hoarse voice is really innate, and it is not even a slight illness. Come on, come on, I'll accompany you to the Charity Hall, and then you go to my place to play chess, I specially prepared a good mountain tea for you today, which was rewarded by the emperor when he went to the palace two months ago. ”

Pan Jiaming pouted: "It's not that I haven't been here before, Mr. Ruan has never been so enthusiastic, it seems that Mr. Ruan is really interested in those poor students." It is said that now Lingyi Temple has become a holy place for the soul of the poor students, and most of the students who come to Beijing from other places to take the exam, especially the poor students, also like to live in the Lingyi Temple.

"Ming Shizi has wronged me, I welcome Ming Shizi's enthusiasm is the same, but the high mountain tea is not always available. Mr. Ruan laughed and said, "Once in a while, wouldn't I just hurry up and stay to entertain Ming Shizi? ”

The three of them talked and laughed and went to the charity hall, and Master Jinghui, who was in charge of the affairs of the charity hall, also waited early, for the charity hall of Lingyi Temple, the British government has always been the most stable donor, and every year at about the same time, the British duchess, or Ming Shizi will come to donate in person, and will ask to see the income and expenditure bills of the charity hall for a year, which is very cautious and attentive. On the other hand, Master Jinghui also takes it very seriously, although from time to time there will be a few wealthy nobles or rich landowners who spend a lot of money, but the Charity Hall needs such a persistent and truly caring donor as the British government.

Xiao Feng flipped through the account book, and Pan Jiaming took out a neat small stack of silver tickets and presented them with both hands: "Master, please check, the extra three thousand taels added this year are donated by me for the queen's mother, and I hope it will be used exclusively for those orphans." "The British government donates a fixed amount of 3,000 taels of silver every year, and this year it is 6,000 taels.

"Amitabha," Master Jinghui folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, before receiving the silver ticket from Pan Jiaming's hand, "The British government is very good, and the queen is merciful." "The British government gives every year, but it is never as domineering as some nobles.

After receiving the consecration peace charm prepared by Lingyi Temple for the donor, Pan Jiaming registered the time and amount in the donation book, signed his name, and the three of them left the charity hall and went to Mr. Ruan's residence.

"I heard that Ming Shizi and Xiao Bangyan are going to the northwest to recruit Yin Jiajun of the white-haired military division?" Mr. Ruan suddenly asked.

"Mr. Ruan doesn't ask about the world, but he is well-informed," Pan Jiaming said with a smile, "and we will leave early tomorrow morning." No, I made a special trip here today, I'm afraid that I won't be able to come back before the year. ”

Mr. Ruan quipped: "I heard that the white-haired military division only gives General Yin Zhao face, and you are now General Yin's son-in-law, and Zhao'an must be very smooth." ”

"Hopefully," Pan Jiaming's usual smirk and undisguised smugness looked like a smirk.

Mr. Nguyen's living room is as simple as the others, with a bed, a set of tables and chairs, a small wooden cabinet one person high, a basin shelf with a wooden basin and cotton towels, and a large wooden box in the corner.

If anything, it's a set of four chairs and a self-portrait on the wall.

Most people's tables are round tables, but Mr. Nguyen's room has a small square table that can seat four people, which can be used as a dining table or a desk, and it is cheap to sit together and talk about chess when guests come. At this moment, there is a set of tea sets, a small porcelain jar, and a chessboard on the table.

As soon as the host and guest were seated, a little novice happened to bring in a pot of boiling water, and Mr. Ruan took out the tea leaves in the small porcelain jar and began to make tea.

Pan Jiamingfu stood up again and walked to the self-portrait to admire the painting.

The painting skills are not excellent, but the charm of the characters and the majesty of the surrounding scenery are vividly reproduced on the paper.

Mr. Nguyen is depicted standing on a cliff with a view of the mountains, and behind him is the famous Lingjiu Peak Buddha of Lingyi Temple. Is this the ambition of one person under ten thousand people? Pan Jiaming secretly snorted coldly in his heart.

"At that time, I was standing on the cliff, looking at the sea of clouds, mountains and forests, and suddenly I felt that people are actually so small. Mr. Ruan poured tea and explained to Pan Jiaming the situation in which he painted the self-portrait.

Pan Jiaming disagreed: "Compared with the world, people are very small. But small as me, no matter what I do, I am me, and this is the preciousness of everyone. ”

Mr. Ruan: "......" is so rich in Buddhist teachings, uh, what did he not understand for a while, was it said by Ming Shizi, the head of the gentleman? What does it mean? Is it implying something? It doesn't look like it, or is it pretending to be profound?

Well, to be honest, he doesn't look down on this prince very much in his heart, but he will be reincarnated, lucky, and then he has the Eagle Guard in his hand.

Pan Jiaming seemed to like the painting very much, and walked backwards to reach out for the tea, while still staring at the painting: "In the eyes of this son, the most subtle thing about this self-portrait is ...... Oops, I'm sorry Mr. Ruan, your hands are okay, are they?

Mr. Ruan's face is about to be distorted, the whole cup of hot tea, can it be okay? A ruffian is a ruffian, and there is no basic etiquette for receiving tea.

Pan Jiaming reacted quickly, and saw that there was water in the basin on the basin shelf next to the wall, so he hurriedly grabbed Mr. Ruan's wrist and pulled the person over, and immersed his hands in the water for a while before pulling them out again to check: "Is there any blistering? Has the skin been scalded? Ah, is this bleeding?" Sure enough, there is a red birthmark! Mr. Yu is really deeply hidden!

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a shame that Ming Shizi reacts quickly," Mr. Ruan took the cotton towel on the shelf to dry the water on his hands, not to mention, because Pan Jiaming reacted quickly, the cold water in this weather is really cold, and there is no big problem on his hands except for the skin is still very infrared, "This is a birthmark, not blood, it's okay." ”

Xiao Feng re-poured tea for the three of them, and said with a smile: "He has been naughty since he was a child and is often injured, but he has experience. ”

After an unexpected episode, the three of them talked about things while playing chess, and decided on the candidates for the donation of poor students. Pan Jiaming took out the silver ticket and counted 1,500 taels to Mr. Ruan, and said with full trust: "According to Mr. Ruan's suggestion, this time I will donate five students who came to Beijing to take the exam, and 300 taels per person should be enough for them to spend in Beijing for two months, right?"

"It's enough, it's enough to even pay to go back to their hometown," Mr. Ruan said, "We are helping them prepare for the exam in Beijing without worrying about food and clothing, not letting them have rich food and clothing, otherwise it will be meaningless." ”

Xiao Feng nodded: "Mr. Gaojian! This is the real pragmatic help." ”

Pan Jiaming and the others were about to leave, and just when a poor student who lived in Lingyi Temple came to ask Mr. Ruan for advice, the two politely refused Mr. Ruan's intention to send him off, and waved goodbye.

Out of the temple gate, Pan Jiaming sighed lightly: "Sure enough, it's him." ”

Xiao Feng nodded unexpectedly, not to mention that Mr. Ruan's voice and the birthmark on his palm were matched, just now, he also found an abnormality, this Mr. Ruan is only afraid that there is something inside!

"I'm afraid that the bottom of that wooden box is not true," Xiao Feng said, they will leave early tomorrow morning, and the secret under that wooden box can only wait for the Eagle Guard to give them news.

Pan Jiaming was stunned, his attention just now was on the painting, but he didn't notice the wooden box. However, Xiao Feng has always been more careful than him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is as careful as a hair.

"There are no signs of compacting and denting in the soil at the location of the wooden box," Xiao Feng explained, "which can be seen as the reason for the frequent movement." "That house is a dirt floor, but there is no bluestone or anything, if the oak box is fixed there, the soil in that position will definitely be pressed out, everyone knows that the oak itself is very heavy, not to mention that there are things in it. Why do you move so often?