The two hundred and seventy-third round

The viewer lifted the teapot with his right hand, poured a cup for Qin Ying, and pushed it in front of Qin Ying before saying, "You and I have known each other for a year, why be polite." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info not to mention that the seniors should have done it to bring the younger generations. ”

Qin Ying took a sip of the cup and said with a light smile: "The Lord promised to lend a hand, how can I not be grateful." ”

"As the old saying goes, the clouds are different, and they don't conspire with each other. You and I are both masters of one view, and everything we do is nothing more than to spread the Dao Dharma. Since the Tao is the same, it is logical for each other to conspire. He put the teapot back in the red clay stove, looking idle.

She blinked, as if she heard a hint of something off-string. After a long silence, Qin Ying spoke: "What do you ask for from me when the Lord gives me a peach?" ”

Some time ago, Qin Ying went out and entrusted the master of Xuandu Temple to help take care of Xihua Temple. Not only did he come over by himself, but he also sent the Taoist in charge to travel between the two Taoist temples every day. She did not return for a long time, and the viewer helped without complaint.

Originally, Qin Ying owed a favor to the Lord of Xuandu Guan, but now he gave Qin Ying the peach of Xuandu Guan, which was another kindness. Qin Ying felt that he had something to discuss or even cooperate with him.

The Guan Master looked at Qin Ying's lowered eyebrows, stroked his palms and sighed, "...... It really doesn't take much effort to talk to the wise. ”

"If there is a command, the Lord can speak directly." The corners of Qin Ying's mouth pulled into a deeper smile.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Now there are many Taoist Buddhist temples in Chang'an City, and the one hundred and nine squares have almost reached a saturated state. Since the feather crown and the monks and nuns lined up in the order of front and back, the incense competition has not stopped.

"In the past, the inconspicuous Xihua Temple, now growing, still occupies an important position in the community, and there is a steady stream of pilgrims, and there are Buddhist elders who look at you unpleasantly. They sent someone to Xihuaguan to deliver tea, and after showing goodwill, they were hidden scheming.

"The fifteenth day of July is approaching, and the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism will probably fight each other again. Although the Daomen seems to be powerful, the manpower is still a little less than that of the Buddhist Gate. It is said that the Buddhists are already preparing to jointly hold the Obon Festival at Daheungzenji Temple, and if the Zhongyuan Festival held by the Taoists does not show weakness, they can only join forces. So I would like to invite you to sit for the Xuandu Temple. ”

Qin Ying put down the cup and said lightly: "I am the last person to be persuaded by the Guanju? ”

He nodded and continued: "I have already invited several Taoists from Dongming Temple, Jinglong Temple, and Zhide Temple, but I haven't asked you what you mean. "The words mentioned are Taoist temples that are slightly smaller in scale than the Xuandu Temple, and their reputation is slightly lower than that of the Xuandu Temple. It is not so easy to let those Taoists give up their Taoist temples to come to Xuandu Temple.

"——If you use peaches to persuade people every time, these peaches in the Xuandu Temple are not enough." Qin Ying glanced at the viewer squarely, and pretended to joke lightly.

The viewer snorted: "Peaches are no better for them than money." ”

Qin Ying was amused by his words, pursed his lips and was silent before he retracted his expression and said: "The Dharma of Xihuaguan can be supported without me, but the Chang'an Daomen will lose face if I don't have one." I will come as promised. At the same time, I am also glad that Xihuaguan has not declined and needs help from others.

The two of them chatted about the details of the Zhongyuan Festival, and then played a game of Go, the time happened to be noon, Qin Ying stayed for a lunch fast, and after the meal, the viewer asked someone to pick the fruit of six peach trees and fill the carriage that Qin Ying was riding. As she was leaving, the Lord Himself escorted her to the door.

In the eyes of others, the friendship between Qin Ying and the Lord of Xuandu is really not shallow.

Qin Ying sat in the steaming carriage, looking at those cloth bags, thinking that this was not a human debt.

The car drove from Xuandu Temple to Puguang Temple without stopping, and Qin Ying took two peaches with him when he got out of the car, ready to give them to Ruqi as a gift of borrowing flowers and offering Buddha.

However, she pounced.

Walked to the door of Puguang Temple and knocked on the door twice, Qin Ying asked if the first monk was in the temple, and listened to Xiao Sha Mi replied with his hand, the master has gone to Hongfu Temple to discuss matters with the eminent monks.

She speculated that the so-called "matter" had something to do with Obon. Since she was not there, she didn't force it, so she took out a small bag from her sleeve, and after handing it to the little novice, she smiled and said, "Help me put these two peaches in your first wing." ”

"Dare to ask the name of the donor?" The little novice took the peach and placed one hand on his chest to salute.

"Qin Ying, the master of Xihuaguan." A pleasant voice fell as she turned.

The peach blossom of Xuandu Temple is famous in Chang'an, and it can always attract many tourists to come to the incense and enjoy the flowers during the Qingming Festival. And the peaches that come out are also rare fruits that are only given away and not sold, and you can't see people selling peaches with the name of Xuandu Temple in the east and west markets.

She collected so many peaches at once, and she was vaguely worried. Bring it back to those Taoists in Xihuaguan to divide it, and by the way, give some to Yifang, there may be half left, there are few people in the house in Xingdao, and there are still some leftovers after the hands are divided, where is it better to send them?

"Where are you going next?" Seeing that Qin Ying's body had entered the carriage for a while, and there was no movement, the coachman wiped the sweat on his head and looked back and asked.

Qin Ying pressed his hand to his chin and thought for a moment, and finally lifted the curtain and said, "Pingkangfang." ”

The coachman was stunned when he heard this, and when he came back to his senses, his words were not good: "Then, that's where geisha and prostitutes make a living, and it's not yet night...... "Is it too early to visit the Spring House Qingyuan?"

Qin Ying's smiling voice came from the compartment: "It's true that it's a pickled place, but that's also the place I stayed before I started." After entering Pingkangfang, call me and show you the way to Zhonglu Pavilion. ”

He wiped his sweat again, and sat down in front of the carriage in response, constantly coiling the sentence that Qin Ying had just said in his heart. Everyone in the market knows that Qin Ying became famous two years ago. But before that, what Qin Ying did and where he lived, most people didn't know anything.

…… I didn't expect Qin Ying to be so low in the past, living in Lifang, which is the most despised by the people of the capital. Thinking of this, the coachman's hand holding the whip was unsteady.

The car stopped at the Pingkangfang gate for a moment, Qin Ying opened the plain gauze curtain on the side of the carriage, his fingers moved in the hot air, and the car started to drive again, and the hooves of the cow made a soft sound on the stone road.

After entering the workshop, Qin Ying's half-concealed official uniform color attracted the attention of the geisha sitting in the attic.

Both sides of the road were filled with the cries of warblers and swallows, and the coachman's back was sweating for no reason, thinking that if Qin Ying's entry into Pingkangfang was known by the wife of the family, there might be some turmoil. He didn't know that Mei Sanniang and Qin Ying had both stayed in Pingkangfang.

When he arrived at Zhonglu Pavilion, Qin Ying got out of the car with a bag containing ten peaches, took out one from the gap in the cloth knot and gave it to the coachman, and walked into Zhonglu Pavilion with his head held high, without looking at the cold face of the bustard mother at the door. (To be continued.) )