The little novice rested one hand on the edge of the bowl and the other hand casually held the chopsticks, looking listless and unappetizing.

When the old monk saw his apprentice's appearance, he sighed lightly and persuaded, "Eat something quickly, and we will continue to hurry later." ”

"I wonder where the old Zen master is going?" Wen Xuan suddenly asked with interest.

Although the old monk didn't expect this taciturn young man to suddenly talk, he still replied politely with a smile: "I'm going to take my apprentice to Hangzhou City." ”

"Looking at your old dusty appearance, it seems that you have been running around for a long time, right? Why don't you spend the night here? Mu Chong raised his head and asked.

The old monk looked embarrassed, and he didn't stay at the inn naturally because he was shy in his pocket.

Wen Xuan said with a gentle smile: "Although I am a layman, I am also very yearning for Mahayana Buddhism, it just so happens that our brothers are also going to Hangzhou City, I wonder if the old Zen master is willing to go with us?" If you can get a solution or two, the younger generation is really honored, and the fasting and accommodation along the way are only wrapped in the younger generation. ”

The old monk wanted to refuse, but after his eyes swept to the lonely little apprentice with a lonely face, he nodded and agreed.

Wen Xuan immediately called Xiao Er and cleaned up two rooms vacated by the dart masters for the master and apprentice to rest.

After filling their stomachs, the tired four went back to their rooms to rest, and did not reconvene downstairs until dawn the next day.

"Don't take a day off again?"

When Mu Chong took out the silver to settle the bill, the female shopkeeper put one hand on the counter and combed her freshly combed bun with the other, and asked meaningfully.

"We're in a hurry." Mu Chong replied hesitantly.

"Where are you in a hurry?" The female shopkeeper asked with a wink.

"Hangzhou City." After Mu Chong took a few deep breaths, his speech finally became more natural.

"The lotus flowers in Hangzhou should be in full bloom, right? It's a pity that I've never seen it. The female shopkeeper showed a look of yearning, as if she had become a girl.

Mu Chong didn't know how to answer, so he stood in place and was silent.

"Will you come back, then?" The female shopkeeper asked, tilting her head.

"Ah......" Mu Chong didn't expect her to ask this, knowing in her heart that she would rush to Taizhou Road with Wen Xuan after dealing with the incident in Hangzhou, but now she didn't want to say anything to disappoint the person in front of her, and said in a ghostly manner: "I don't know, maybe ...... But it is estimated that it will take seven days at the earliest. ”

"Then you have to remember to pick a lotus flower for me." The smile of the female shopkeeper had a hint of extreme cunning cuteness.

"Well, I remember." Mu Chong nodded seriously, then turned around.

The female shopkeeper stared at Mu Chong's back and muttered, "What a nerd." ”

Mu Chong beckoned the three of them to the road, but as soon as he walked ten steps away, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if an extremely exquisite marksmanship move had been left in the inn.

Ten steps further, Mu Chong felt that he had lost his soul like Wen Xuan, and his mind was empty.

Then he walked forward, and his inexplicable throbbing heart shook step by step.

Until thirty-three steps, the female shopkeeper was about to lose sight of him, and when she pursed her lips and was about to go back to the store, Mu Chong called out to the three of them.

"Wait a minute."

After saying that, he turned back, his steps became faster and faster, and after walking these thirty-three steps again, Mu Chong's head was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

One of the female shopkeeper's embroidered shoes had already stepped on the store, and after hearing the footsteps behind her, she retreated, pursed her thin lips, and asked in surprise and reserve: "Little brother, is there anything else?" ”

Mu Chong was like a great enemy, but at this moment, he took out the momentum of the dancing gun and solemnly saluted, and he still didn't dare to look directly at the girl in front of him, so he locked his eyes on the cloud temples she had just freshened.

"Under the surname Mu, Mu, who is 'Bo Yan Gui Mu', dare to ask the girl's name?"

The female shopkeeper smiled, and the corners of her mouth were as beautiful as the morning glow.

"My name is Ah Qi, and 'Mu' contains 'seven' in Qi."

Mu Chong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and his eyes gradually fell on Miss Ah Qi's face, and he memorized this powerful marksmanship mastery.

"Goodbye, Miss Qi."

"Brother Mu, go slowly."

The two said goodbye, and Mu Chong also got back on the road.

Wen Xuan didn't make fun of Mu Chong this time, but instead gave birth to a trace of envy, sighing that the good-looking skin was really useful, and he couldn't help but recall the faint fragrance at the bottom of the dustless valley in his heart......

Looking at the silent two, the little novice was thoughtful, and the old monk was also thoughtful.

Although the road is not far, since it is on foot, it is naturally not close.

Except for Xiao Shami, who still didn't say a word, the words of the other three gradually increased.

From the mouth of the old monk, I learned that the master and apprentice came from a Zen monastery called "Miaozhi Nunnery" in Changzhou County, Pingjiang Road.

Although the scale of Miaozhian is small, but it has a long history, it was built in the second year of Liang Tianjian in the Southern Dynasty, it was originally called Fahua Temple, and later changed its name to Miaozhi Temple, the people in the county all feel that Miaozhian is more smooth, and over time it will become Miaozhian.

Myochi-an has been almost completely destroyed several times due to the rise and fall of dynasties, and it has been gradually revived after several generations of abbots.

The old monk's name "Zongchuan" is the current presiding officer of the Zen Academy, and listening to the trace of pride hidden in his words, he must have contributed a lot to the revival of Myozhian.

The little novice was an apprentice who had just been accepted by the sect, and because he was still young, he stayed with him and temporarily accepted him as a novice of the law, and then shaved it after he reached the age of nineteen.

Although the little novice was not officially ordained, the sect still gave him a Dharma name, called "Daoyan".

The reason why Dao Yan is so gloomy and unhappy is because his parents in the family have just died, and the sect has seen that he is pitiful, and secondly, he thinks that this son is very wise, so he accepts him as a closed disciple and follows him to experience.

Daoyan? Wen Xuan was shocked when he heard this Dharma name, this hard-working little guy was actually a Daoyan monk? The black-clothed prime minister Yao Guangxiao who made the first contribution in the Battle of Zhu Di's Jingjing?

It wasn't until Wen Xuan asked him if his common surname before he became a monk was indeed Yao, that he dared to confirm his identity.

Although Dao Yan was a little curious about why Wen Xuan was so interested in him, he still did not speak, and when he rested, he either recited some Buddhist scriptures with his master, or took out some Confucian classics to read.

To Wen Xuan's surprise, Zong Chuan did not object to his preference for reading Confucian books, and even gave him advice from time to time, but he didn't ask much out of courtesy.

"What is the matter with the old Zen master's trip to Hangzhou?" Because Li Nanniang is close to Buddhism, Mu Chong has a good impression of the Confucianism and Buddhism.

Zongchuan also has questions to answer, "I heard that Hangzhou Lingyin Temple is holding a festival in recent days, presumably there will be many Zen great powers, and the old man also wants to take his disciples to open his eyes." ”

"Lingyin Temple?" Mu Chong said with emotion: "My mother also mentioned it many times before her death, and it must be a holy place for Buddhism. ”