Qiyun Temple is the largest temple in the capital, built with royal funds and open to the common people in normal times. Although it is slightly inferior to the Lingyun Temple dedicated to the royal family in terms of status, it is even better in popularity.

On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, countless people rushed to Qiyun Temple with incense candles to burn a pillar of incense at the beginning of the new year and pray for a safe and smooth year. Over time, this incense event has become one of the grand events in the capital, and some people even come from the surrounding towns with great difficulty, which can be seen in its grand occasion.

Jiang Yuanzhong and Su Muxian were also on their way to Qiyun Temple.

With the mentality that it was really unreasonable to come and not join in the fun, they hired a carriage and walked slowly to Qiyun Temple. Although Qiyun Temple is built in the north of the city, it is relatively remote, but it is actually not far away. But it's still early, so it's just the right time to shake it slowly.

The coachman was a middle-aged local man, born simple and honest, grinning, and his teeth were so white that they could shine in the dark. After driving for a long time, he couldn't help but talk to Jiang Yuanzhong and the others.

"You're from out of town, aren't you?"

"How so?" Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"I see that little brother, you went to incense but didn't bring anything, so you can see it." The coachman smiled, "The local ones are more particular, and they basically bring their own incense candles." I've been doing this for so many years, and I still have this kind of vision. ”

"Indeed." Jiang Yuanzhong bowed his head slightly.

Although these low-level characters like the coachman are inconspicuous, they have been running around all year round, dealing with all kinds of □□, not to mention the vicious eyes, and the gossip is also first-class well-informed. Many of them have taken on the role of wind media. Not to mention, even Jiang Yuanzhong's own subordinates also have some people mixed in beggars, coachmen, shopkeepers and other professions.

"If you want me to say, although there are many people who go to Qiyun Temple, in terms of style, Lingyun Temple still has the advantage. It's a pity that it's a royal temple, and outsiders can only see it on the first day of the new year, but it's not certain whether the saint will go this year, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to see it. The coachman suddenly sighed.

"How?" Su Muxian asked curiously.

"That saint has been ill for a while, and I heard that he did not attend the palace banquet this year." The driver casually told the rumors he had heard from his peers. In fact, this is not an uncommon thing, the saint has been seriously ill since the Dragon Boat Festival, and most of the time after that has been sick in bed, and there has been no morning court for several days, which is known to the common people in the people. But chewing the root of the tongue in case people hear it......

The carriage was walking well, and suddenly a wild cat jumped in front of it, and the horse was startled, and the whole body was also upside down, and the coachman, who had been talking about it, was suddenly stunned, and did not dare to say any more.

"The place with the fire in front of you is Qiyun Temple."

As he spoke, he stopped at the mouth of the alley: "If you get closer, you won't let the carriages and horses pass, so please walk in by yourself." ”

……

After quitting the coachman, I walked hundreds of steps to see the gate of Qiyun Temple. The monks in the temple stood along the road with their canes in hand, and although there were many people, the scene seemed a little noisy, but it was not chaotic.

In front of the temple, there were a few kind old monks holding incense in their hands and receiving visitors with a smile on their faces, Su Muxian asked for two sticks of incense from him, and then entered the temple with Jiang Yuan in the crowd.

Not far away is a huge three-legged black copper incense burner, which is not only one of the landmark buildings of Qiyun Temple, but also the place where the people make incense. The furnace is divided into three layers, the top layer is one zhang high from the ground, most people can only insert incense at the bottom, but there are also people who know martial arts and fly up to insert the incense candle under the envious eyes of the rest of the people, and then Shi Shiran leaves.

The origin of this custom is said to be because the higher the incense, the better the luck in the new year, Su Muxian doesn't believe in this, but he doesn't mind asking for a good fortune.

Jiang Yuanzhong looked down at her expression, instantly understood her thoughts, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to help you?" ”

Su Muxian nodded with a smile.

After all, he is the only one who will do light work here, and he will not look for anyone.

"Give me the incense." Jiang Yuanzhong said.

"Wait a minute." Su Muxian was not in a hurry to give it to him, he held the incense and bowed three times, and there were words in his mouth, "Bodhisattvas from all walks of life bless my inn with a prosperous business and a rolling financial resource, and there will be heavy thanks after the ...... is completed."

Jiang Yuan looked at her with a smile: "You are too powerful." ”

Su Muxian glanced at him: "This is called temptation." ”

"Okay, good, you have a point."

Jiang Yuanzhong shook his head helplessly, took the incense in her hand, and didn't see any movement, a little toe, the whole person swayed with the wind as if there was no weight, and easily inserted the incense on the top of the incense burner, and in the blink of an eye, it was back in place. If you have poor eyes, you will even think that he has never moved.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and I don't know who was the first to burst into applause, and then they applauded sparsely.

"Good!"

"Young man is so handsome kung fu!" Someone praised.

Faintly aware of the scrutiny of the people around him, Jiang Yuanzhong didn't feel anything yet, but Su Muxian blushed slightly, pulled his sleeve and fled the scene.

It feels good to be in the limelight inexplicably.

……

The excitement passed, and before they decided what to do, the two wandered aimlessly in Qiyun Temple.

In the end, Jiang Yuan re-came up with an idea: "There is a master with a clear legal name who is very effective in interpreting the signature, why don't you go to him and have a look?" ”

Su Muxian had also heard of the name of this master, so he nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

However, after only half a cup of tea, her "good" became-

"Wait!"

Jiang Yuanzhong: "...... What's wrong? ”

Su Muxian looked at him, his face was very entangled.

If you want to talk about this, it's really embarrassing, don't say it, she panicked again.

"I ...... It might take a little time to ......," she explained hesitantly, "well, think about life. ”

Jiang Yuanzhong said with a relieved face: "You go, anyway, the master's residence is in front, and there are red maples and plums planted in front of the door, and I will wait for you there." ”

……

Master Sangaki's meditation room.

He looked at the absent-minded young man, a smile flashed on his old and peaceful face, he folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and slowly poured a cup of tea and sent it to the young man.

"Master Jiang, please use tea."

Jiang Yuan returned the salute and said, "Thank you, master." ”

"It's just coarse tea, Master Jiang doesn't have to be polite." Master Xiangming said gently.

"The master is gracious."

The Biluochun, a specialty of Qiyun Temple, is not lost to other treasured teas at all, and it is really too modest to say that it is coarse tea.

He replied lightly, took the teacup but didn't drink it. The tender green tea leaves spread out in the water, up and down, and his eyes also rose and fell with the tea leaves.

Master Xiangming saw that his heart was not here, so he smiled knowingly and asked, "Master Jiang didn't come alone today, did he?" ”

He and Jiang Yuanzhong have known each other for many years because of his master, and he knows that the young man in front of him has always been mature and steady, and he will never be as frizzy as other young men of the same age, but today he is abnormally tight.

There must be something greasy in it.

The old monk looked at him with a meaningful smile, and it seemed that some people had finally begun to think about it.

Jiang Yuanzhong replied calmly with his mocking eyes: "There is indeed another person who walks with me. ”

"Looks like that's supposed to be a girl, right?" The old monk continued to laugh.

His eyes were too straightforward, so Jiang Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, put down the teacup and said coldly: "You are a monk." ”

"Everyone has a good heart." Master Xiangming clasped his hands together and said compassionately, "Although I have escaped into the empty door, I am still a layman, and since I am a human being, I naturally have a good heart of knowledge. ”

To put it bluntly, he was curious about which girl had given Jiang Yuanzhong, a little cabbage with few desires.

Jiang Yuanzhong: "......"

Speaking of shamelessness, he is still a little worse than the old monk in front of him.

"I won't argue with you, I'll go outside and wait for her to come." He dropped a sentence and quickly left the house, leaving Master Xiangming pinching the Buddha beads in the room and shaking his head and sighing: "Amitabha, spring is coming, spring is coming." ”

With Jiang Yuanzhong's ear power, even if he was outside the house, how could he not hear his emotion, his eyes jumped, but he still decided that he didn't hear anything.

After getting along with Su Muxian for so long, and experiencing the time she was kidnapped, he now knows very clearly what he wants, and he is not afraid to let others know, but the kind ridicule like the old monk still makes him a little uncomfortable.

If Wang Meng was here, he would probably say: "Young people, it's normal to be thin-skinned." ”

But he is not there at the moment, so no one will puncture the small shyness at the bottom of Jiang Yuan's heart.

He stood in front of Master Xiangming's meditation room with a serious face, his thoughts were surging, but his face was not obvious at all. After waiting for about a stick of incense, he didn't see Su Muxian coming for a long time, and his originally relaxed expression changed.

It's not quite like getting lost and not finding a place.

"Eh, where are you going?"

Master Xiangming, who pushed the door out, saw that he was about to leave, and couldn't help but shout out to stop him.

"I'm going to find someone." He walked to the foot of the courtyard gate for a moment, then walked back and asked, "Master, if you see a girl in apricot-colored clothes coming this way, keep her first, and wait for me to come back." ”

Seeing his solemn face, Master Xiangming couldn't help but become solemn and responded, "You can go with confidence." ”

"Then please leave it to the master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried into the night.

And as he expected, the side where Su Muxian was in a very bad situation now.