After the Lantern Festival, Shen Yifeng walked back with Li Weizhu, and at this time his legs had returned to normal, standing on Li Weizhu's side, straight as a pine. After greeting Wang Zhaoyin and Duan, he finally stepped on the sea boat. The sea boat puffed up his auspicious cloud bat cuffs, with the smell of immortality, Shen Ke in his body was swept away, and his originally thin cheeks were also plump, his face was like peach petals, and his eyes were like spring water.

Follow the road you came from, and then go back, autumn and spring in the south seem to be no different, only the new green of the branches is so tender that people feel itchy, and it is finally spring.

After traveling for nearly a month, Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng arrived in Yiling.

In the open carriage, you can see the purple and red on the branches, it is the season of the flower dynasty, every family sacrifices to the god of flowers, the girl in the boudoir cut the five-colored note, took the red rope, knotted the colored note on the flower tree, said to appreciate the red, there is a girl in the boudoir under the tree to be fat and thin, the crisp laughter of the cloud sideburns is like a song, flowing to the bottom of the heart, and even the speed of the carriage is slowed down.

"Today is the Flower Dynasty Festival, and the girls in the town are all going out to enjoy the red. The driver said.

"It's very lively. ”

"The most lively thing is not here, but the flower temple, where there are all people, and the peony flowers inside are also very beautiful. The coachman said that in addition to appreciating the red during the Flower Dynasty Festival, he also had to go to the Flower Temple to burn incense to pray for the blessing of the Flower God and bless the flowers and trees.

Asked where to go to the Flower Temple, the mountain behind the Flower Temple is connected to the market, and you can enter the town along the market, so the two decided to go in the direction of the Flower Temple.

Because there were many people, they all went to the flower temple to burn incense, and the carriage stopped far away and refused to go any further.

Shen Yifeng and Li Weizhu walked on the road, the February wind was still wet and cool, as if they wanted to get into the cracks of people's bones, and after a long walk, the heat in the body drove away the biting coolness.

At the beginning, there were pedestrians and carriages, and then inside, and suddenly there was a slanting welcoming pine

Go up the hill again, it is the temple of the god of flowers, and the front hall of the temple has the tablet of the god of flowers and the gods of flowers. Legend has it that Luoyang peony and other twelve flower gods were beaten into the mortal world because they offended the Jade Emperor, and the flower gods came to Yiling, which is full of all kinds of flowers. In order to thank the flower god for his gift to the world, the flower shops raised funds to build this flower temple.

The seasonal snack of the Flower Dynasty Festival is "Flower Cake", which is the custom handed down from the previous dynasty, every year the Flower Dynasty Festival orders the palace maid to collect a hundred flowers, mash and steam them together with rice to make a cake, and call the flower cake to reward the ministers. When the flower festival is still cold in spring, there are no flowers to pick, the market is used with tea plum, "half deep and half shallow east wind, good is Xu Xi with snow branches", in the spring breeze of the steep material, open brilliantly, open intoxicated, the entrance of the tea plum cake is fragrant and glutinous, Li Weizhu holds the oil paper in his hand, eats the flower cake in small bites, and the smile on his face is like a flower.

Because I like to eat, I simply bought a few more pieces and carried them with Bai Qi.

Houshan cultivates all kinds of flowers, the most outstanding is peony and peony, peony is known as the king of flowers, there are no less than dozens of precious varieties such as "official brocade red", "pear blossom snow", "white jade belt" and so on.

After the Lantern Festival, Shen Yifeng walked back with Li Weizhu, and at this time his legs had returned to normal, standing on Li Weizhu's side, straight as a pine. After greeting Wang Zhaoyin and Duan, he finally stepped on the sea boat. The sea boat puffed up his auspicious cloud bat cuffs, with the smell of immortality, Shen Ke in his body was swept away, and his originally thin cheeks were also plump, his face was like peach petals, and his eyes were like spring water.

Follow the road you came from, and then go back, autumn and spring in the south seem to be no different, only the new green of the branches is so tender that people feel itchy, and it is finally spring.

After traveling for nearly a month, Li Weizhu and Shen Yifeng arrived in Yiling.

In the open carriage, you can see the purple and red on the branches, it is the season of the flower dynasty, every family sacrifices to the god of flowers, the girl in the boudoir cut the five-colored note, took the red rope, knotted the colored note on the flower tree, said to appreciate the red, there is a girl in the boudoir under the tree to be fat and thin, the crisp laughter of the cloud sideburns is like a song, flowing to the bottom of the heart, and even the speed of the carriage is slowed down.

"Today is the Flower Dynasty Festival, and the girls in the town are all going out to enjoy the red. The driver said.

"It's very lively. ”

"The most lively thing is not here, but the flower temple, where there are all people, and the peony flowers inside are also very beautiful. The coachman said that in addition to appreciating the red during the Flower Dynasty Festival, he also had to go to the Flower Temple to burn incense to pray for the blessing of the Flower God and bless the flowers and trees.

Asked where to go to the Flower Temple, the mountain behind the Flower Temple is connected to the market, and you can enter the town along the market, so the two decided to go in the direction of the Flower Temple.

Because there were many people, they all went to the flower temple to burn incense, and the carriage stopped far away and refused to go any further.

Shen Yifeng and Li Weizhu walked on the road, the February wind was still wet and cool, as if they wanted to get into the cracks of people's bones, and after a long walk, the heat in the body drove away the biting coolness.

At first, there were pedestrians and carriages, and then inside, a slanting welcoming pine stood on a small hill. Go up the mountain again, it is the flower temple, because the mountain is not high, the steps paved with bluestone slabs are wide and short, there are anxious people, one step to do two steps, two steps one step, quickly go to the direction of the flower temple, most of the people, are slowly going up the mountain, whispering, occasionally talking to the happy place, sending out a silver bell-like laughter.

Soon arrived at the temple of flowers, in front of the temple is sporadic flowers and trees, because it is February, this flower has not bloomed and bloomed, only brought to the sun to be warmer, blooming lively and gorgeous, Shen Yifeng pointed out that there are several precious varieties such as "official brocade red", "pear blossom snow", "white jade belt" and so on, "I can't recognize the next one, I have to bloom to know." ”

In the front hall of the temple, there are tablets of the flower king and the god of flowers. Legend has it that Luoyang peony and other twelve flower gods were beaten into the mortal world because they offended the Jade Emperor, and the flower gods came to Yiling, which is full of all kinds of flowers. In order to thank the flower god for his gift to the world, the flower shops raised funds to build this flower temple.

Li Weizhu listened to the introduction of the monks of the temple, nodded cautiously, Shen Yifeng did not realize that the flower temple in the suburbs of Beijing was also the same legend.

After worshipping the god of flowers, I went down from the back mountain to the market.

People came and went in the market, shoulder to shoulder, and after a morning delay, Li Weizhu was also a little hungry, and happened to smell the sweet smell of steamed cakes at this time.

The seasonal snack of the Flower Dynasty Festival is "Flower Cake", which is the custom handed down from the previous dynasty, every year the Flower Dynasty Festival orders the palace maid to collect a hundred flowers, mash and steam them together with rice to make a cake, and call the flower cake to reward the ministers. When the flower festival is still cold in spring, there are no flowers to pick, the market is used with tea plum, "half deep and half shallow east wind, good is Xu Xi with snow branches", in the spring breeze of the steep material, open brilliantly, open intoxicated, the entrance of the tea plum cake is fragrant and glutinous, Li Weizhu holds the oil paper in his hand, eats the flower cake in small bites, and the smile on his face is like a flower.

Because I like to eat, I simply bought a few more pieces and carried them with Bai Qi.

Such a leisurely day, from Qiongzhou Island all the way to the north, on the rushing river boat, over the towering mountains, across the small bridge and flowing water, on the day of the Shangsi Festival, to the suburbs of Beijing.

In addition to the people and the emperor bathing by the water, "self-cleaning on the east flowing water", there are also the literati and elegant things of flowing water, which is more lively and white than the flower festival seen in Yiling last time.

Li Weizhu looked at the north, although he couldn't see it, he knew that there was a moat not far away, and when he entered from the city gate, it was Kyoto.

Although I know that Kyoto is no different from other towns, it is all bluestone paved floors, and the streets are full of people, but the thought of entering the city soon, I can't tell whether it is a sense of confusion or nervousness.

Shen Yifeng seemed to see what Li Weizhu was thinking, and said, "I want to take you to meet someone." ”

"Who?"

"Master Zhengde. ”

Master Zhengde is a senior monk of Qingyun Temple, because he was born with a Buddha statue, a black flesh mole on his forehead, round earlobes, and a pair of eyes with some compassion for people's warmth, therefore, since childhood, he was sent to Qingyun Temple, and now although he is a year of standing, not only Qingyun Temple is a rare monk of Dayong, but also known as the Buddha.

On the day of the Shangsi Festival, there are many people who come to Qingyun Temple to offer incense, and Shen Yifeng knows how to go up the mountain from the path of the monks to carry water and avoid others.

The lush bamboo branches and leaves are rustled by the spring breeze, and it becomes the scene of the bamboo sea listening to the waves, on this road, there is really no human figure, about half an hour after touching it, it arrives at the side gate of Qingyun Temple.

The monk guarding the door had obviously seen Shen Yifeng, turned sideways and let the two of them in.

Before entering from the side door, a dense banyan tree obscured the view, and when you enter the side door, you can glimpse a corner of Qingyun Temple, with white walls and green tiles, and the Rui beast carved on the eaves sits on the ground and looks up to the sky.

When I entered the gate of this courtyard, I heard the sound of a bell in the wind, and Suzumaru was shaken by the wind and hit the bell wall, and again and again, there was a chime of Kiyoshi echoing in the air.

A monk came from under the tree, and without being introduced, Li Weizhu knew that the person who came was Master Zhengde in Shen Yifeng's mouth, Master Zhengde was younger than she imagined, seeing Li Weizhu looking, he folded his hands and smiled, with an ethereal smile of Buddha nature.

No wonder she is called a Buddha, Bai Qi behind her saw Master Zhengde, her legs were a little weak, if Master Zhengde smiled at her just now, she was afraid that she would bend her knees and already knelt down.

"When I woke up in the morning, my heart moved, it turned out that you were back. Master Zhengde said to Shen Yifeng, and his smiling gaze fell on Li Weizhu's body again, "Linghan's trip this time is really an opportunity." ”

Shen Yifeng could still remember the indignant mood of the poison in his body at that time, and at this time, he recalled that it was like a different world, and smiled, "Tuo Dai Mountain's blessing." ”

"You may be seated. Zhengde said.

Qingyun Temple said that it is not big, it is not small, from the courtyard you can hear the sound of pilgrims coming and going, you can hear the sound of chanting, Li Weizhu can hear farther, you can also hear the sound of people's laughter, this kind of sound makes this self-contained world more and more quiet.

Zhengde's fingers held Shen Yifeng's wrist, before he took the pulse, he had already guessed that his body had healed, and after checking the pulse at this time, he found that Li Weizhu was doing better than he imagined.

"The female benefactor is a skilled doctor. Master Zhengde said, and then looked at Li Weizhu carefully, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"This is not her original face. Shen Yifeng knew that Zhengde was watching Li Weizhu's face, so he explained.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has understood. Zhengde said to Li Weizhu with a smile, "The female benefactor is a blessed person, and her mind is even more transparent, and everything can go according to her heart." ”

Li Weizhu clasped her hands together and returned the salute with Master Zhengde.

Suddenly, the tips of her ears heard the movement, and the child's suppressed muffled snort sounded, and the suppressed muffled snort made her feel a pain in her heart, and she wanted to go and see.

Thinking of Master Zhengde's comment just now, he went along with it, so he left Shen Yifeng to talk to Master Zhengde in detail, and took the two maids out of the courtyard door in the direction of the sound he just heard.

Shen Yifeng also knew Li Weizhu's ear power, and watched her walk towards the southwest, so he said, "Where is it?"

"The place where the boy lived in the temple. Master Zhengde lowered his eyebrows, "The female benefactor has a relationship with a boy." ”

As soon as Master Zhengde's words fell, Shen Yifeng's mouth said, "Thank you." ”

Xie Huaisu is the youngest son of the second room of the Xie family, he had a serious illness when he was young, almost died, and got the approval of the senior monk of Qingyun Temple, and entered Qingyun Temple for five years of self-cultivation and recitation, Shen Yifeng had already forgotten about this child, because Li Weizhu was the Xie family, and recalled the Xie family's human feelings, and also remembered that the Xie family also had a young child living in Qingyun Temple.

"How do you know that she is the Xie family?"

"She has a pair of eyes that thank her family. Master Zhengde said.

Her eyes are still full of vitality, not the old lady of the Xie family, the ambition of the past has been consumed, with a drooping old age, and the indescribable tiredness in her eyes.

First there was the sound of a muffled grunt, then the sound of stones rolling, and finally the sound of walking through the grass.

Li Weizhu finally reached the corner of the wall, her heart beat a little faster, and she stepped forward to walk through the lush bushes, and Li Weizhu saw a child.

Wearing a ginger monk's robe, his hair was shaved, leaving only a short cyan stubble, the monk's hat fell beside him, and his hands covered his side face, because he saw Li Weizhu, he didn't move, like a poor cat crawling in place, there was some horror in his black and white eyes, and there was a piece of redness and swelling on his forehead.

"Are you alright? Li Weizhu picked up the child behind him, and felt that when he held the child with both hands, his body was stiff. The child in his arms is too thin, the monk's robe looks a little empty on his body, as if it is on a bamboo pole, a child of this age, his cheeks are a little fleshy, and he will wait until a long time before the virtual flesh will go down, and this child, there is no meat on his face, his chin is pointed, and his eyes are amazing.

The child had not had such a warm embrace for a long time, and froze his body, and it was not until Li Weizhu wrapped his hands around his body and stroked his back that his body gradually softened.

He looked like a child of about four or five years old, but his body was surprisingly light, Li Weizhu picked him up effortlessly, and was able to pick up the monk's hat that fell to the ground.

"Miss. Madder wanted to come forward and hug the child, but Bai Ji shook her head at Madder.

Madder is somewhat unknown.

Bai Qi said to Madder in a low voice, "Look at the little monk's face. "If you remove the little monk's amazing thin cheeks, his face is delicate and exquisite, and the most important thing is that his appearance is five points similar to Li Weizhu, who is not dressed up.

This is......

The little master of the Xie family.

Madder looked at Bai Qi anxiously, and Bai Qi also nodded. 166 Reading Network