When Tang Zhangwei knew that in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, Tang Zhaozong's children had been robbed and the fat cattle slaughterhouse had also been destroyed, he immediately guessed who had done it. No miscellaneous ☆ Chi ☆ insect No

However, Tang Zhangwei couldn't take the machete to Tang Zhaozong to settle the account.

After all, this Tang Zhaozong is the emperor, and you can't use a very rogue method to deal with the problem against such a big person.

To do this is to do the manpower.

Before there was a response, Ren Feiguang had nothing to do, so he let Anan go to the city to hang out. Knowing that others are extremely smart, they have been by Murong Lan's side for many years, and they can speak authentic Xinzhou dialect, so they can't suffer anywhere. And I really don't want to sit in the inn anymore, look at the window and the beautiful sun, and visit the mountains and rivers has always been good, so I decided to go to Xishan.

In the West Mountain of Xinzhou, the first scene of Yangchun is called the vertical silk system.

It is rumored that the success of this scene is still due to a Fengliu Taishou decades ago. This public nature is leisurely, quite elegant, and deeply understands the way of cooperation with flowers and trees. I love begonias in my heart, but I refuse to order them to be planted all over the mountains, but personally instruct the flower craftsmen to plant according to the distribution of mountain streams and pavilions, so as to manage a state that hides nature.

The flower color of the begonia is extremely prosperous, once it becomes a piece, it will inevitably lose its strong color, and it must be reconciled with the bamboo pavilion plain water and the white stone sparse forest, so as to show the graceful wind and grace of its branches and leaves. And the flower is very simple, not a little cheesy. It is because of the excellent reputation of the West Mountain Begonia among the scholars, and there are often grand events such as gathering in March and April every year.

Ren Feiguang didn't know that this was the season to watch begonias, so he went to Xishan and saw the grand scene of tourists all over the mountain, which was really unexpected. But he didn't have the sour atmosphere of the literati who were bound to enjoy the empty mountains and quiet appreciation, and he had been in the suburbs for many years, and it was quite novel to be able to see the grandeur of such famous places in the capital and Dayi at this moment. So I went all the way up with the flow of people, and looked at the scenic spots in the middle of the mountain, and the interest was quite high. It was nearly noon that thousands of steps had been climbed. The last step stepped on the flat ground, and before he could stand still, he suddenly felt that the forest wind was like a tide and slapped his face, and an old and clear air was directly embedded in his chest, and in an instant, his sleeves turned wildly, and the sweat disappeared without a trace----

When I looked up in shock, I realized that I was at the top.

I saw thousands of cliffs and valleys on the left and right, white clouds swinging, but facing a high forest of ancient trees. The forest spreads from the peak, extremely high, deep, and verdant, as if it is alive, and is taking advantage of the wind to move the leaves, and lonely from the depths of the chest to push out an ancient temple.

The plaque on the temple door is quite old, the word is dark gold, the pen is very convergent, and the sharp foot turns but can not bind the sword light of the general determination --- 'Yunding Temple'.

Ren Feiguang was shocked for a while, stood still from a distance, watched hundreds of tourists and pilgrims bustling past him, and entered the temple gate with a smile...... Suddenly, I felt that the peak was not wide, and the temple gate was not tall, but I didn't know how, giving birth to a kind of wild sky high, infinite silence and sparse silhouette. It is as if he is leaning over the threshold of the heavenly eye, seeing that all beings are being taken in by the temple gate empty, and the ears hear clearly or the noise of the world, but at this moment it is like thousands of bells and drums singing, and I can no longer hear it, only to feel that its voice is cold and twisted, and there is no fixed place to come and go......

He stood in shock for a long time, almost not wanting to enter the temple. Suddenly woke up, laughed, and strode away.

The main hall of Genting Temple was built in the previous dynasty, and the bricks were made of white stone in the mountains. Those white stones are excellent, fluorescent and dark, although they have gone through the years, they are still as clean as new because of the monks who wipe them diligently. Buddha statues are also different from other places, most of them are carved from a single piece of white stone, which is more solemn than the golden ones.

Ren Feiguang passed through the hall one by one, and did not pay homage, so he walked faster, and before he knew it, he had reached the first floor of the courtyard.

This courtyard is no longer a palace, the courtyard door is ajar, and you can see several rows of stone houses and a few magnolia trees inside. In the courtyard, a few monks' robes were hung on ropes, which was probably the residence of the monks. An old monk was sweeping in the courtyard.

At this time, there is silence all around, not a pilgrim visitor, only to hear the old monk's broom brush brush the ground, a little, far away, it seems that there is no trace of urgency, you can use the life to sweep this courtyard.

Ren Feiguang looked at it for a while, so he also turned around and wanted to leave, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Donor, stay." When he turned around, he saw that the old monk who was sweeping the floor had rested, and was looking at him with a broom.

Seeing the old monk's face at first glance, Ren Feiguang couldn't help but be surprised that there was such an old person in the world, but when he looked at it again, he felt that there was a strange strength coming out of the old dragon bell. It is like a dry old tree, with empty roots and fallen branches, but there is still a living branch pointing to the sky, and the leaves are all deep blue of ink oil. And the old monk's eyes, so far away, still made him feel as if he had fallen into the deep water of Xuantan, and the blue light outside the water was faintly visible.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and asked respectfully, 'What does the master have to say?' ‘

The old monk walked slowly to the wall and placed the broom against the wall. There was a stone table and bench on the wall, and a stick holder was placed on the table. He pointed to the stick holder and said to Ren Feiguang: "If you come here, you have a fate, why don't you come in and make a fortune?" ‘

Ren Feiguang stood outside the threshold and said with a slight smile: "The so-called life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky. It's useless to know the number of fate, why don't you just put it down and be a fool and happy? ‘

The old monk said, 'That's a good thing. But today there is an opportunity, and the donor is a free and easy person, so why bother to be stubborn? So saying, he sat down and did not look at him, but his expression was faint, but he seemed to be very sure.

Ren Feiguang couldn't help but smile, stepped into the courtyard, and sat opposite the old monk: "Since the master said so, he will obey his orders." Reaching out to take the stick, the old monk said, "It's troublesome to shake it, just pick one up." ‘

Ren Feiguang nodded, didn't pray, took a look, and smoked one. When I turned it over, I saw that it said 'T-17' on the head.

He handed the sign over, but saw the old monk raise his head towards the courtyard door and said, "Since the female benefactor has arrived, you might as well come and get one." ‘

A woman's voice said quietly, 'Thank you so much, Master. ‘

Ren Feiguang looked back, and it turned out to be an old acquaintance. He greeted him, and Ji Huarong smiled at him.

At this moment the sun in the sky was breaking through the clouds, and everyone felt that the light of the sky suddenly became brighter.

......

When Ji Huarong came over and sat down, the old monk had already reinserted Ren Feiguang's lot, and after messing up the order, he stretched out his hand to signal her to draw the lot. Ji Huarong didn't hesitate, raised his hand and picked one. When I turned it upside down, it turned out to be T-17 again.

Ren Feiguang clapped his hands and smiled: "This is a coincidence, I am also the same sign." ‘

The two of them looked at the old monk together, and waited for him to take out the signature.

The old monk didn't move, and he groaned for a long time before he lowered his eyebrows and said:

'The old man has been signing here for more than 80 years, and there are only two out of 40 destined people. T-17 this lot, someone won it once ten years ago, and the old man still remembers it----

As he spoke, the wind suddenly blew through the garden, and a flower fell from the magnolia tree above his head

(End of chapter)