Zhu Mingyu and Zhu Mingxiu ate in their own rooms for lunch, Zhu Mingyu firmly believed that there was no way without a good spirit, so after lunch, they walked around the courtyard twice, and they were ready to take a nap.

Mu Xiang didn't know the way to Weimingtang, so he happened to meet a little monk and asked him to lead the way. When he arrived outside the Weiming Hall, Mu Xiang saw someone waiting outside from a distance, and when he walked in, it was Wei Shi standing in front of the door with the maid Bauhinia and Zizhu and two mothers-in-law.

"Second lady." Mu Xiang stepped forward to greet Merriam-Webster.

Wei didn't expect to see Mu Xiang here, and was a little surprised, and asked, "Mu Xiang, did your young lady call you here?" ”

"It was a master who asked me to come to Weimingtang to get a few books."

"Do you know Master Seekong?" Merriam-Webster was even more surprised.

"Master of the Sky?" Mu Xiang shook her head and said, "The slave doesn't know the master's name. ”

Merriam-Webster was thoughtful.

At this time, a crack in the courtyard door opened, and a little monk with a tiger head squeezed out of the crack in the door, he was only ** years old, a little fat, and a pair of eyes were very clever. He looked at the people outside and said to Mu Xiang: "It's you, it's you, Master invites you in." ”

Zijing couldn't help but said: "Your lady has said that your master is not here several times, why do you want to invite her in now, how can you, a little monk, speak a word?" ”

The little monk said impatiently: "This is what the master ordered, he can see whoever the old man wants, I can't control it, and you can't control it." ”

Zijing was angry enough, but Zizhu was good-natured and asked, "Little master, our lady is the niece of Master Jiankong's layman, and she came to visit the master on purpose, and I also asked the little master to make it convenient." As he spoke, he was going to stuff money into the little monk's hand.

The little monk's dodged hand said righteously: "Men and women don't kiss, Buddhism is pure, and I also ask this female donor to respect herself." ”

Zizhu is the oldest qualified maid around Wei's, she is eighteen years old this year, but she doesn't care when she is said by such a little child, and she still persuades the little monk kindly, trying to make him accept.

Zijing said on the side: "It's not too little, seeing that you are not very old, your appetite is quite big." ”

The little monk couldn't help but argue with Bauhinia: "Yes, it's better for you to pull a cart of gold, otherwise I see, no, it's here!" ”

And Wei Shi took the opportunity to pull Mu Xiang, who was standing aside and was a little at a loss, handed her a letter, and said, "Mu Xiang, after you go in, give this to Master Jiankong." ”

Mu Xiang nodded and hurriedly put the letter into her sleeve.

Wei Shi seemed to be very satisfied, so he called back Bauhinia and Zizhu, and said politely to the little monk: "Since the master does not want to see guests, then I will come back tomorrow, there is Master Lao." ”

The little monk snorted: "You're welcome, the little monk Fubo can't stand it, but the master won't see you tomorrow." ”

Webster just smiled and walked away. This time they got up early to come to Puji Temple, so Wei had already come after arriving in the morning, and had a closed door. She also knew that her uncle had a strange temper, but she didn't believe that he would avoid her after reading the letter.

The little monk stuck out his tongue at their backs and grimaced, and when he saw Mu Xiang seeing it, he coughed lightly, pushed open the door and saluted Mu Xiang: "The poor monk is suffering, the female benefactor, please come with me." "At this time, I spoke politely, and I was like two people just now.

"There's Master Lao." Mu Xiang felt a little like laughing and followed in.

The Weiming Hall is in charge of the punishment of the Puji Temple, and Master Jiankong is the first seat of the Weiming Hall, and the disciples who have made mistakes are punished here. However, in the twenty years that Master Jiankong was in charge of the Weiming Hall, the number of disciples who were punished decreased year by year, until it completely became zero last year.

However, Master Jiankong is not a very good talker, on the contrary, he has his own set of rules, and he has his own set of criteria for judging those disciples who make mistakes. Although there are fewer disciples who have been punished, there are many more disciples who have been expelled from Puji Temple and forced to return to the world, so that Puji Temple has to spend a lot of effort to recruit new monks to join every year. Fortunately, the signboard of Puji Temple is bright enough and famous enough, otherwise it will be seen that the speed of Master Kong's rush to catch people will be another twenty years, and there will probably only be a few monks left in Puji Temple.

Because there are few times when punishment is used in the Weiming Hall, only a few disciples come and go, and it is a little strange to see Mu Xiang. However, there are many trees in Puji Temple, but there is not a single tree in the Weiming Hall, and there is no grass, which makes it more empty and deserted.

Seeing that Master Kong was eating vegetarian snacks, he saw Mu Xiang come in, patted the slag on his hand, and said, "Little donor, sit casually." ”

"Thank you, Master." Mu Xiang found a seat and sat down with some restraint.

"Master, those people outside were finally driven away by me." A bitter report.

Master Jiankong nodded and praised, "Well done." ”

Mu Xiang hesitated, but still took out the letter that Wei Shi gave her and handed it to Master Jiankong, and said, "Master forgive me, our second lady asked me to bring this letter to you." ”

Master Jiankong was not so angry, but he was indeed a little impatient, and muttered, "The daughter of the lotus shower head is also a lotus flower." ”

A wry smile continued: "There are many eyes, right? ”

Mu Xiang was a little embarrassed, but the second lady handed it over to her, and she couldn't help it.

Seeing that Master Kong opened the letter and hurriedly glanced at it, his expression became serious, this time he didn't look like the idle old monk who was eating dim sum just now, and the sharpness in his eyes couldn't be ignored.

But he just read it once and put it away casually, and said to Mu Xiang: "Who taught you to read those words at that time?" ”

"It's my grandfather, but he's gone." Speaking of this, Mu Xiang was a little sad.

Master Jiankong seemed to have some regret and said, "It's a pity." Listening to his tone, it was like knowing Muxiang's grandfather.

Mu Xiang wanted to ask, but she held back, just sat there silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Master Jiankong got up and went to the bookshelf to find two books, and handed them to Mu Xiang: "Take them." ”

Mu Xiang saw that the cover of the book on it said that Qiwen had to count a few words, and it looked like a manuscript, it looked like it was some years old, but it was well preserved, and she didn't dare to take it for a while.

"Master, this is a bit valuable, I can't accept it."

"It's also a good thing, so the donor will take it." Master Jiankong sighed as if he remembered something.

Mu Xiang thanked him and took it, took the book and hurriedly retired.

After Mu Xiang left, he asked bitterly, "Master, aren't those two books that you usually read, why did you give them to her?" Who is she? ”

Seeing Kong, he didn't plan to explain, knocked on the little monk's head and said, "Give the teacher another plate of snacks." ”

Yikuang frowned at Jiankong and said, "Being beaten like this by the master, I am not as tall as Senior Brother Yigan." ”