Zhang Xianye didn't understand what he meant, and was puzzled: "Then the scholar went and went, what can he do?"

"What can it be?" Zhang Chengtao stood up, his movements slow, really like an old man who had been bedridden for a long time, "I also want to know, what happened when he went, but there was no one who would repair the letter with me after the scholar left." ”

"Could it be ......," Zhang Xianye exclaimed.

"Either you're dead, or something else happens. Zhang Chengtao was concise and to the point.

"What is Daddy worried about?" Zhang Xianye was still puzzled: "Just with that scholar's native chicken and tile dog, how much can it set off." The spies placed on Song Yinting's side have been staring at him, and they haven't seen any movement in his army. ”

"The person I sent to Kaiyuan Temple came back and said that Abbot Puci was closed and did not see him. Zhang Chengtao said slowly

"That's what I'm worried about. ”

"Daddy gives the land and food, responds to requests, opens the door of convenience, and gives so much silver every year, that old bald donkey doesn't want to repay his kindness!

"What do you know!" Zhang Chengtao suddenly shouted, his voice was like a bell, his eyes were like spitting fire, and he was obviously angry: "He is not seen behind closed doors, and he is grateful to repay his kindness!

"Daddy......" Zhang Xianye fell to his knees with a thud.

Zhang Chengtao sighed, and his tone softened again: "With the great magical power of Abbot Puci, the person I sent, he didn't have to deal with it in three or two sentences. However, he closed the door, apparently as a warning to me. There was a vision of Yanping in Jianzhou, and then there was a warning from Puci, something must have gone wrong...... Something went terribly wrong. ”

"Could it be that Song Yinting is secretly playing ghosts?" Zhang Xianye asked with his head raised.

Zhang Chengtao frowned, and said in a deep voice: "You immediately send a team of soldiers and horses to Song Yinting to ask for someone, and say that someone assassinated these two palace maids, and asked him to list the people with good swordsmanship in the formation one by one, and let Ah Qiang recognize them." ”

Ah Qiang is the guard next to Zhang Chengtao, and his strength is not outstanding, but he follows the Zhang family when he is young, and he is loyal.

Zhang Xianye vaguely understood what his father meant, with the lives of these two palace maids, blaming Song Yinting is obviously not enough, and the result will definitely be over.

But the weight of these two palace maids is enough to stir up Song Yinting's army and make it unpeaceful-in this way, you can test whether he is secretly playing ghosts.

"Prepare a generous gift and send it to Kaiyuan Temple. Write a letter to Concubine Shuniang and your brother Xianwen, telling them to pay attention to whether there are any abnormal changes in Bianjing. After Zhang Chengtao said this, he suddenly frowned and said, "No! You don't care about all this! Tonight, I will lead a large army into the mountains and go to Jianzhou Mansion to find out! Marching day and night, the faster the better!"

"When the army pulls out the camp, Zhangzhou will be empty, why don't you leave half of the people behind?" asked Zhang Xianye.

"No......" Zhang Chengtao slowly shook his head and said: "Right now, the joints are in the Yanping area of Jianzhou, and it is useless for the army to stay in Zhangzhou, it is better to take them all!"

"Then daddy, be careful yourself!" Zhang Xianye gritted his teeth, got up and ran out of the door like a gust of wind.

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Kaiyuan Temple in Quanzhou.

The top of the mountain under the starlight is silent.

In front of a secluded wooden house, the little monk Guangnian smashed his mouth, frowned, and creaked the door in, and at the same time, his reluctance was hidden and replaced with a grinning expression.

"Uncle Abbot, do you want to see me?"

There was an oil lamp lit in the room, and in front of the lamp was a thin old monk, who looked too old, with white hair, deep wrinkles, and a dry face, not like the legendary monk who had attained the Tao.

Needless to say, this is Quanzhou Kaiyuan Temple, abbot Puci.

When Guang Nian came in, Pu Ci was spreading out a roll of paper and copying the scriptures slowly and methodically.

"Uncle Abbot, the oil lamp is so dim, don't burn your eyes. Guang Nian smiled and said, "The disciple will copy it for you." ”

"Have you ever asked someone else to eat for you?" The abbot Puci did not raise his head, like a child in Mengxue, writing very seriously, as if he had poured all his strength into every stroke.

After a while, he looked up at Guang Nian with a smile.

Guang Nian also smiled at the abbot, but his heart was a little hairy: "Did Senior Brother say anything bad about me?"

"If you sit upright, why should you be afraid of bad things to say?" asked the abbot.

"I'm young, I'm not doing it right, and sometimes I don't understand it. Guang Nian grinned and laughed.

The abbot smiled bitterly and shook his head, there was nothing he could do.

"Uncle Abbot, I'm not talking nonsense," Guang Nian said seriously: "This time I went down the mountain, I couldn't even figure out the great good and the evil." ”

"Then it was not in vain. The abbot smiled and nodded.

Guang Nian was slightly stunned, and said that the abbot was old and confused, obviously he went down the mountain, and he couldn't even distinguish between good and evil, how to listen to his tone, as if he was saying, this is a good thing.

If it is good that good and evil are not clear, it is also good that it is not clear from right and wrong, and it is also good to make mistakes...... In this way, it is a good thing to kill people and set fires sooner or later!

As if knowing what he was thinking, Abbot Puci pinched the center of the barrel of the brush on the desk and held it flat in front of his eyes: "If this is a dangerous bridge, and there is one person standing on one side of the bridge, and another person on the other side, if you save one of them, the bridge will collapse, and the other person will surely die." ”

"Then do nothing and let them figure it out for themselves. Guang Nian replied as a matter of course.

"You are really born to study Buddhism...... Abbot Puci smiled with relief, said this sentence for no reason, and then said: "But if no one rescues them, when the bridge collapses, both of them will die." ”

"Then save one!" Guang Nian blurted out again, as if these were not a problem for him at all.

"If you save this, you kill another, can you bear to kill someone?" asked the abbot again.

"If I don't do it, he's just as dead, how can he blame me. Guangnian pouted.

"But you may not be the only one passing by, you don't make a move, and someone may have made a move later, and he may be the one who saved. After all, he died because of you, does he blame you?"

Guang Nian rolled his eyes: "Uncle Abbot, how can there be such a coincidental thing in the world, this kind of question is simply out to make people embarrassed." ”

Abbot Puci smiled slightly, put down the pen: "Didn't you see this bridge when you went down the mountain this time?"

Guang Nian wanted to say, what kind of joke is this, where have I ever seen such a strange bridge. But after thinking about it, I felt that the abbot was always chattering when he spoke, maybe he was alluding to something, and if he replied like this, he might want to make him laugh again, so it was better to pretend to be stupid and stunned - Senior Brother Guangkai said that if you encounter something you don't understand, you just need to say something that doesn't make sense, and you will be very clever.

"If you want to see it, you can see it, and if you don't want to see it, you can't see it. Guang Nian learned and put it into practice, straightened his waist, and said leisurely: "The abbot has a bridge in his heart, so he can see it, but if I don't have it in my heart, I can't see it." ”

"Okay, good, good ......" Abbot Puci said three good words in a row, and his face was full of relief, "Guang Nian, don't you always feel uncomfortable on the mountain, go and practice with that scholar." ”

"Uncle Abbot," Guang Nian knelt down with a bitter face: "The disciple knows that he is wrong. Disciples shouldn't talk nonsense, I don't understand at all. No matter how comfortable it is on the mountain, I have enough food to eat, I sit on a futon, the wind can't blow, and the rain can't get wet......"

Abbot Puci shook his head and sighed lightly: "It's okay, the time has not come, don't force it, you will go when the time comes." ”