"What? Back to Northland? Zhihua's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Isn't Dongyue Twenty-two going to do it?" Why did you suddenly return to the Northland? ”

Zhuo Yijia shook his head, then pointed to the door. Hong Shan immediately turned around and closed the door, then turned around and walked to Zhuo Yijia to stand still.

"There are problems in the Huairong Mansion and the Zhuo family, and our action has to be postponed." Zhuo Yijia's gaze swept over the two people in front of him, and then said: "Until then, I can't stay in the capital, otherwise if something happens in the capital, we will become turtles in the urn." ”

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she said it in front of Zhihua and Hongshan, if Emperor Ming Xian didn't agree with her to return to the Northland, she probably wouldn't trust her so much.

Only betting, betting that Emperor Ming Xian could agree to her leaving Beijing. In this way, Hong Shan and Zhihua are innocent.

"Do we have to leave?" Hong Shan stood below, looking at Zhuo Yijia with a frown and asked.

Zhuo Yijia nodded: "I have to leave, I will hand the fold to Emperor Ming Xian early tomorrow morning." ”

"And what if he doesn't approve it?" Zhihua next to him looked at Zhuo Yijia and asked with a frown.

"Then find a way to leave." Zhuo Yijia glanced at the courtyard outside the house, and her eyes narrowed.

The grass in the courtyard was already slightly yellow. In the middle of autumn, all the heat and noise returns to the silence of the afternoon.

The next day, Zhuo Yijia handed over the invitation to return to the north to garrison. Emperor Ming Xian took the fold, put it on the dragon case on the side, and continued to discuss the topic of the court without looking at it.

At the same hour, Sanniang on the outskirts of Beijing climbed Fan Lin Mountain.

In mid-autumn, the grass and trees are yellow and the birds are flying. In such a season, the people in the capital are at home to escape the heat, and the people in the suburbs of Beijing are busy with the harvest farm work at the end of the year.

There are very few people who come up to the mountain to burn incense.

Chen Sanniang held a skirt in one hand and a basket of incense in the other, and when she walked to the front of Fanlin Temple, a few small novices were holding brooms on the stone ladder to sweep the fallen leaves blown down by the autumn wind.

When the little novices heard the footsteps of someone going up the mountain, they stopped their brooms and turned their heads to look at Sanniang, who was walking step by step.

"Amitabha." The little novices clipped the broom between their arms and whispered to Chen Sanniang who came forward with his hands folded.

Sanniang also folded her hands and pouted at a few little novices: "Amitabha." Then he didn't say anything more, bypassed a few small novices, and walked towards the temple with a basket on his shoulder.

She first went to the large temple hall of Fanlin Temple to burn incense, and then knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and made a sincere wish, then got up and walked around the temple to the mountains and forests on the side.

The door to Goje's zen room was closed. Chen Sanniang put the basket on the mountain beside her, and then walked outside the Wuji Zen room. Stretched out his hand and knocked.

There was a bang, and the room was silent.

Sanniang's hand knocked again. After a moment, the room was silent.

Sanniang withdrew her hand, looked at the door, and said softly, "I feel your breath, Master Wuji." ”

With that, there was a little silence inside and outside the house. After a while, the room remembered a little old voice: "The poor monk is practicing, and it is inconvenient to see the benefactor today." ”

Chen Sanniang didn't answer immediately, just tilted her head, looked at the doorway, and then suddenly laughed: "Practice? Fool you. ”

Without waiting for an answer, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the meditation room and strode into the room.

Wuji didn't look up, but just sat quietly behind the low desk, twisting the Buddha beads in one hand and the gandhia of knocking on the wooden fish in the other, sitting quietly with his eyelids closed.

Sanniang stood inside the door, glanced at him, then turned around, closed the door of the meditation room, walked to the futon sitting in front of Goji in two steps, and sat down cross-legged.

Wuji put down the Buddha beads in his hand, and then looked up at Chen Sanniang with calm eyes, and did not speak.

"Don't stare at me, I'm not here to trouble you today." Chen Sanniang said, spreading her hands: "I have something serious to do with you." ”

Many years ago, in order to settle Zhuo Yijia, Sanniang married Wuji. For some things about Zhuo Yijia, Sanniang occasionally comes to Fanlin Temple.

The wife of the noble family always likes to worship the Buddha and burn incense, and when she often checks the homes of some imperial officials, she inevitably deals with Wuji.

Slowly getting acquainted, Sanniang always likes to start from Wuji, who makes these eunuch wives extremely trust this Wuji master who is said to be a god?

When I go to the temple to petition or burn incense, I always like to talk to this master about some secret things in the family.

stalking from Wuji to get the news, even if Wuji keeps his mouth shut, Sanniang's well-cultivated eyes can always find something. But Wuji didn't have any way to take Sanniang.

Wuji kept his eyes calm, looked at the meticulous Sanniang sitting in front of him, and didn't speak.

Sanniang's gaze swept over the small meditation room, and then stopped, and when she confirmed that there was no one around, she looked at Wuji in front of her: "I want to borrow your mountain for use." ”

Goji's face darkened, and then he lowered his eyebrows and didn't say a word.

I just picked up the beads and began to twist them gently. The Qianzhi in his hand also knocked on the wooden fish on the table in front of him one by one.

The sound of the wooden fish was heard, echoing in the silent meditation room and the mountains.

Sanniang leaned forward, propped her elbows on the table, and then held her chin to look at Wuji in front of her, who was closing her eyes and whispering the scriptures: "Do you say to borrow or not?" ”

Goji still didn't reply, just closed his eyes and kept his face calm, knocking on the wooden fish in front of him one by one.

Sanniang looked at Wuji, reached out and hooked it on her head, and with a stroke, the sandalwood hairpin on her head was removed, a little forward, inserted into the gap of the wooden fish, stepped back, and directly dragged the wooden fish on the table to herself: "Speak." ”

Wuji knocked on the wooden fish's Qianzhi for a moment, and then opened his eyes faintly, looking at the wooden fish that was picked up by Sanniang's wooden hairpin.

Sanniang was born in the Red Mansion, and she can't easily defile his Dharma weapon in front of the Buddha.

Wuji raised his eyes, looked at Sanniang, and said coldly: "No." ”

"Why not?" Chen Sanniang blurted out and asked.

Wu Ji also raised his head and frowned without thinking about it, and replied, "Why should you should?" ”

He was inexplicably provoked by her emotions again.

Wu Ji furrowed his brows, lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands and made a fold, and then twisted the Buddha beads.

"Why, because you are a disciple of the Buddha, don't you want to purify all sentient beings? Am I not the son of all beings? Then you shouldn't help me? Sanniang held the wooden fish in one hand and looked at Wuji with her head in the other hand and said.

Wuji raised his eyes, looked at Sanniang, pursed his lips, and then said in a deep voice: "All living beings are suffering, why should I cross you alone?" ”

"Because I am a sentient being, if you cross sentient beings, you will cross me, and if you don't cross me, you will go against the Buddha's wish to cross sentient beings." Sanniang said, turned the wooden fish in her hand, and landed steadily in front of Wuji, raised her hand and inserted it, and the wooden hairpin was inserted back to her head.

"Anyway, I'm going to borrow this mountain from you."