Now it is said that before Shao Changyun and his entourage traveled to Tianpu Mountain, there were already two monks who knew each other at the foot of the mountain. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info a fat head with a round face, and a long-faced monkey gills. They are all dressed in old monk's robes, and they are all kind and kind.

Shao Changyun saw it from afar, so he turned over and dismounted, and greeted him respectfully.

The fat-headed monk glanced at the convoy behind Shao Changyun, and said with a smile: "The abbot of our temple has already prepared a small courtyard for you, and I have to bother you to start the honorable drive." ”

Shao Changyun looked up at the layers of stone steps hidden among the rocks and forests in the mountains, folded his hands and said: "The Xinguan's family and the little girl are delicate, and I am afraid that the road in the mountains is rugged and difficult to walk, so I don't know if the master can have something to travel here." ”

The fat-headed monk stretched out his hand and led the way: "A small sedan chair with a bamboo chair has been prepared at the foot of the mountain in front, and you donors come with me." ”

When everyone, chariots and horses walked to the foot of the mountain, they saw a few bamboo chairs and small sedan chairs parked under the grass shed on one side, carrying light gauze and thin tents on them.

The carriage had not yet stopped, and a few people had come down from the green cloth carts behind them, standing respectfully on both sides of the carriage and horses. The fat-headed monk saw the large number of servants on the car, and couldn't help but wonder: "Although the small temple is still a big place, today is the first day of the new year, and the incense crowd gathers, so I am afraid that it will be inconvenient for the donors." ”

Shao Changyun stood in the middle of it, knowing that he had brought a large number of people on this trip, and these small sedan chairs were here, which was tantamount to Jingwei reclamation. Then he bowed his head and said: "The Buddhist temple is quiet, don't dare to disturb the master too much." It's just that the family, the little girl and a few close servants go up the mountain to incense, and the rest of the scattered people are waiting here. ”

When the fat-headed monk heard this, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a small courtyard on the side, and said with a smile: "The small courtyard here is the most secluded, and it is used to rest with pilgrims on weekdays, and the donor can arrange it by himself." ”

Shao Changyun thanked him, and said respectfully: "There are really female dependents, and it is inconvenient to travel." The two masters took the first step and brought a few family members to the temple to clean up and settle down. ”

The two monks glanced at each other, recited a Buddha name, took a few steady servants, and went up the mountain along the stone steps.

Shao Changyun summoned Zhang Jing to come forward to question, and he arranged for the people who accompanied him up the mountain. The personal maids of the hostels must be with them, needless to say. In addition, Zhang Jing ordered two more mothers-in-law with quick hands and feet, and four clever boys to accompany him. The rest of the people were sent to the courtyard that the monk said was on standby.

At this time, Shen Xinyi and the two sisters got out of the car.

I saw that Shen Xinyi and Shao Zijiang were both wearing light gauze hats, helping the maid to walk down slowly. Shao Ziqi is still young, so he doesn't need to cover his face. Before waiting for the moon to hug each other, he picked up the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

Shen Xinyi made her startled, and said in shock: "You monkey, the Buddha's feet must not be quiet." ”

Shao Changyun took the lead, Shen Xinyi and Zijiang all got on the sedan chair, and the rest of the maids and servants all followed the sedan chair. The group walked along the winding path.

After a short time, the bell and drum were faintly heard, and the mountain gate of the Buddhist temple could be seen in the distance.

When everyone marched into the mountain gate, the presiding master Jingming was wearing a golden robe, and several masters were joined together on the side of the road to greet them. Everyone hurriedly stopped the sedan chair, Shao Changyun walked a few steps, stepped forward and saluted: "The letter official and everyone in the family are bothering the mage." ”

"It is a great act of good for the benefactor to pray for the fortune of the country. The light can descend here, and the small temple is full of brilliance. The Jingming host smiled and led everyone towards the main hall.

Everyone worshiped the Buddhas offered in the temple, which was convenient for resting in a secluded courtyard. Not long after, an eleven or twelve-year-old monk knocked on the door and said, "It just so happens that Venerable Xianhong is preaching in the small temple today, and the presiding master has sent the little monk to ask questions, and you donors can go and listen." ”

Shen Xinyi and the others are all female guests, so it is inconvenient for them to go. However, Shao Changyun gathered his sleeves and stood up, and said with a smile: "Master Su Wen Xianhong is very knowledgeable, and now that I have the opportunity, I want to meet him." In this way, it was bothered that the little master would lead the way. ”

The little monk recited a Buddha name and led Shao Changyun all the way to the back mountain. After turning the layers of green bamboo, in front of a hidden meditation room, the little monk disappeared. Only a skinny old man with white hair came out of the room.

When Shao Changyun saw this person, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said slowly: "Jiang Yong, it took a lot of words to say that Zhang Jing could send a message for you. ”

"Knock on the grandfather of the country." Jiang Yong's face did not move, and he turned around and said, "The master is waiting for you inside, and come with me." ”

Shao Changyun smiled without saying a word, and followed Jiang Yong to the door of a meditation room. Jiang Yong raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and said respectfully: "Master, the Duke of Dingguo has arrived." ”

Suddenly, a barely audible sigh came from the meditation room, and Jiang Yong pushed the door open with his hand. The meditation room is as dark as night, only a few candles can be faintly seen, like a ghost fire in the dark night.

Shao Changyun stepped inside, and the Zen door behind him slowly closed, cutting off the only trace of daylight in between.

The darkness rushed in an instant, Shao Changyun squinted slightly, looked around through the faint candle flame, and saw that there seemed to be a figure swaying in the depths of the meditation room. Shao Changyun stepped forward slowly, and saw an old man sitting on the futon in his twilight, dressed in an old monk's robe. Dressed as an ascetic, but unshaved.

Shao Changyun bowed down and held the junior salute, and slowly spoke: "Farewell for a few years, you have always been Kangning?" ”

The old man slowly lowered his head, and the Buddhist beads in his hand rolled quickly through his fingertips, but he was silent.

Shao Changyun lowered his eyelids, his expression was indifferent, his words were like frost, and he went straight to the point: "I don't know what Xie Shibo has to say when he calls his little nephew here." ”

Xie Song breathed a long sigh of relief, put his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, the old man's name is Xuyun. People outside the party should not be called a benefactor. ”

"If Master Xuyun can cut off the worldly fate, he will not be invited by the book, and the little nephew will not be here today." Shao Changyun snorted coldly, hooked his lips and smiled.

"Why should the donor be so careful." Xie Song said quietly.

"We are bustling with ordinary people, and mages have few desires and pure hearts. I am afraid that the way is different, and the younger generation does not dare to disturb, so I will leave. Shao Changyun's eyes condensed slightly, and he turned around and was about to leave.

The corners of Xie Song's lips trembled, and he shouted in an astringent voice: "Ping Yuan, please stay for the time being." ”

Shao Changyun suddenly froze, his eyes were moist as if there was a watery light, he closed his eyes slightly, and muttered: "Except for my father, no one has called me like this for a long time." ”

When Xie Song heard this, the twisted Buddha beads in his hand were stunned, his eyebrows and eyes were astringent, and he recalled the old year's joke: If you have a son, you should be like Uncle Shao Wen.

The world once commented that the strategist Uncle Shao Wen said: Jinglun is full of vitality and ingenuity, and one person can defeat 100,000 troops. Looking around the six Taos and the three strategies, drowning through the strange schemes and ghosts. The pen array and words lock the soul of the enemy, and the situation is interlocking and frightening the ghosts. I have seen and heard that the world is unparalleled, who has been with him for a thousand years.

I especially remember that the two of them swore to be confidants that day, but they didn't expect that the blue and yellow springs were boundless.

Xie Song suppressed his stomach full of astringency, and his tone was flat as if he came from outside the sky, but there was an indescribable sadness. "Inviting the virtuous nephew here today is really an old man who has something to ask for."

Shao Changyun slowly looked back, his gaze was like a sharp blade of ice, piercing straight into Xie Song's heart. He said coldly: "Uncle Shi should know that I am the least like my father. Today, no matter what the prince asks, the little nephew will not promise. ”

You have to know what Xie Song is asking for, and listen to what he will say next time.