Eastern suburbs of Nanjing, Purple Mountain, Linggu Temple.

The name of the temple was given by Zhu Yuanzhang, and it was canonized as "the first Zen forest in the world".

As long as you come here in person, you will know why Zhu Yuanzhang took this name. The left and right are surrounded by mountains, and the temple is located in the valley, which is pure and remote, and full of aura.

Zhu Houzhao paced ahead, Wang Yuan followed with his wife and children, and Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin also followed.

"This is a good place," Zhu Houzhao was very satisfied, "I will stay here for ten days, and then prepare a retreat in the temple." But don't disturb the pilgrims, and don't forbid good men and women to worship the Buddha. ”

Zhang Yong preemptively said: "The old slave will do it." ”

Jiang Bin couldn't fight anymore, so he could only give up.

The emperor was fortunate to be outside, and the two were competing for favor, but Zhu Houzhao felt it. Therefore, the next trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou was arranged by Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin in Hangzhou.

Wang Yuan doesn't care about this, just follow the tour. As long as the emperor arrived in Hangzhou, he would take him to the city and let Zhu Houzhao see the huge profits of sea trade with his own eyes.

"Abba, hug!"

Walking all the way from the city, Wang Ce was already tired, and he opened his arms to be carried away.

Wang Yuan lifted his son high and made him sit on his neck, and Wang Ce suddenly danced with joy.

Song Linger was so bored that she yawned, what's so nice about this kind of broken place?

If you talk about tranquility, Guizhou City is ten miles away, and there are bamboo forests everywhere, which is much more comfortable than this Linggu Temple.

After a short time, the people came to the gate of the temple.

Although Zhu Houzhao does not allow the people to be disturbed, how can it be? Linggu Temple has already been cleared, not to mention ordinary pilgrims, even Nanjing officials who want to accompany them, but they are all blocked back by Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin.

However, you have to pretend to be normal. The monk "calmly" led them in, and there were occasional "pilgrims" coming and going, all just to let the emperor enjoy the life of ordinary people.

Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin had arrangements in advance, and Wang Yuan also had arrangements.

Wang Yuan seemed to enjoy the scenery casually, but he brought the emperor to a wall, and pretended to be surprised: "Childe, there is a poetry wall here. ”

"Oh? Let me see. Zhu Houzhao really came over.

Half of the wall was plastered with lime, and the other half was engraved with poems. Anyone can write poems on the lime walls, but only the poems of the talented and high-ranking officials are eligible to be specially engraved and preserved, and the lime walls are painted regularly.

Zhu Houzhao stood in front of the wall with his hands in his hands, and after a careful look, he found that the existing poems were indeed excellent, while some of the poems were clumsy.

Zhang Yong had already prepared, and he actually studied ink on the spot, holding a brush to the emperor: "Why don't you write a poem?" ”

Jiang Bin rolled his eyes in frustration, he would only take the emperor to eat, drink and have fun, and he really didn't have much research on such elegant things.

Zhu Houzhao thought for a while, and wrote: "The mountains and valleys are quiet and the autumn is high, and the ancient dojo of the Zen Forest is ten generations. Zhengde came here today, and the Buddha said to me that osmanthus is fragrant. ”

"Childe is a good poet!" Zhang Yong praised.

Zhu Houzhao smiled and handed the brush to Wang Yuan: "Erlang will also have a song...... Erlang, what are you posting? ”

Wang Yuan pointed to one of the old poems and said, "Childe, I think of a year-old friend. ”

"Who?" Zhu Houzhao said curiously.

Wang Yuan said: "The head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Yin and Tang Bohu. ”

Zhu Houzhao was puzzled: "Is there such a person?" What year is the Jinshi? ”

Wang Yuan replied: "He was originally Xie Yuan of Ying Tianfu, but he was deposed as an official by the imperial court because he was involved in the case of fraud in the imperial examination. A few years ago, King Ning admired his talent and called Tang Yin to be a staff member. Tang Yin sensed King Ning's rebellion, so he pretended to be crazy and stupid, and fled back to his hometown in danger. ”

Zhu Houzhao smiled: "He is also an interesting person, where is he now?" ”

Wang Yuan said: "I am currently in Hangzhou. ”

Zhu Houzhao said: "When I arrive in Hangzhou, I can invite him to come to see him, and I will also appreciate the demeanor of a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Wang Yuan pointed to the poem on the wall: "Son, look, this poem was written by Cheng Minzheng." At that time, he admired Tang Yin a lot, and he happened to preside over the examination (not the chief examiner, on behalf of the Ministry of Rites to handle the examination). Although the fraud case was confirmed to be a false accusation and frame-up, Cheng Minzheng died four days after he was released from prison and was posthumously presented as a secretary of the Ministry of Rites. Tang Yin has no one to overturn the case for him, and he has been deprived of his fame to this day. ”

Zhu Hou read the poem: "Zhong Fu came to the east a deep path, and occasionally visited Gilin because of famous places. The bird rank Guizi monk fell forward, and the curtain swept the mountain light outdoors. Thousands of miles of the Yangtze River for distant looks, the relics of the Six Dynasties help Haoyin. Again, he has a new year, and he is willing to appreciate the fate of the dust. Nodding approvingly, "The poem is not badly written." Since it has been concluded that it is an unjust case, then Tang Yin's fame will be restored, provided that he is worthy of his name, and he will talk about it when I see him. ”

Wang Yuan arched his hand and said, "Gongzi Shengming." ”

Zhu Houzhao scolded with a smile: "How can there be a son who is called a saint?" I don't know how to do a full set of plays. ”

At this moment, a monk came over slowly, and said, "Amitabha, you donors are so interested. ”

Zhang Yong introduced in a low voice: "Childe, this is the presiding officer of this temple, Yunshan Zen Master. ”

Zhu Houzhao also followed: "The Zen master is well, I came to ask Zen." ”

Yunshan Zen Master said with a smile: "Zen can't be asked, nor can it be said, you can only understand it yourself." ”

Zhu Houzhao felt that this was all nonsense, he still preferred Tantra, and he could explain everything clearly. He immediately asked: "Since Zen cannot be asked, let alone said, then why is there a Zen master?" Zen master, Zen master also. You can't be my Zen teacher, you can't be called a Zen master over there. ”

Yunshan Zen Master was not sad or happy, and said: "The donor is good at arguing. ”

Zhu Houzhao asked Wang Yuan: "Does Erlang know what Zen is?" ”

Wang Yuan suddenly remembered the verses of Jia Baoyu in "Dream of Red Mansions", and wrote on the powder wall with a pen: "You testify to me, and your heart testifies to your intentions." It's undocumented, Skoyun is proven. There is no cloud proof, it is a foothold. ”

Yunshan Zen Master praised: "This benefactor has a Zen nature, and he is also a member of my generation. ”

The literal meaning of these sentences can be arbitrarily summarized as: the primary state of Zen is a deliberate search for enlightenment. The advanced realm of Zen is a natural contemplation. The ultimate state of Zen is that it doesn't matter, it is a great enlightenment.

Hearing the monk's admiration, Wang Yuan smiled and asked, "Does the Zen master approve of this sentence?" ”

Zen Master Yunshan said, "Yes." ”

Wang Yuan suddenly waved his pen and added, it was Lin Daiyu's son: "There is no foothold, it is clean." ”

Zen Master Yunshan was suddenly embarrassed, and said, "Amitabha, good, good!" ”

This supplementary sentence, that is, the super invincible realm of Zen, does not talk about any great enlightenment, which happens to coincide with the six ancestors Hui Neng's "there is nothing in the original, where to stir up dust".

Of course, Zen Master Yunshan knew that the Six Ancestors were infectious, but at the critical moment, he was still surrounded by word games.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhu Houzhao laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said: "Interesting and interesting, Erlang still has Huigen, why don't you go to be a monk one day." ”

Song Ling'er had never spoken, but at this moment she said: "Don't allow it!" ”

Zhu Houzhao suddenly laughed louder, and after laughing, he said: "Let's go, Zen master, go to eat fasting first, fill your stomach and then go to Zen together." ”

Zen Master Yunshan was taught a lesson by Wang Yuan, and he didn't dare to pretend to be profound, so he said respectfully: "A few donors, please." ”

After living in Linggu Temple for several days, Wang Yuan received a letter from Wang Yangming, which contained only one sentence: Xu Tai and Wei Bin went to Nanchang, and the descendants of the Hu family were tortured to death.

Wang Yuan immediately burned the letter, with a sneer on his face.

Xu Tai and Wei Bin were really crazy about money, and they actually beat the people of the Hu family in Nanchang to death.

Hu Yan, Zi Ruosi, a native of Nanchang, the president of the "Ming Taizu Record" and "Yongle Grand Canon", his descendants were actually tortured to death, and the Chinese official of the DPRK will definitely blow up if he knows it!

And Wang Yangming's hidden meaning is that many civil officials and their families in Nanchang have suffered. After all, even Hu Yan's descendants have suffered miserably, how can they let go of other official eunuch families?

Xu Tai and Wei Bin are dead, and the land of Nanchang can be cleared smoothly.

Xu Tai and Wei Bin will be in front to attract hatred, and Wang Yuan only needs to take advantage of the situation. At this time, the Nanchang gentry had already been turned into frightened birds, how could they dare to jump out against Qingzhang Tianmu?

After all, the Jing soldiers tortured the dirty silver and went straight to the rich households. The people who suffered this time are the same people who oppose Qingtian!