Xiao Yuan went out in the afternoon to find food, there are a lot of wild fruit and bird eggs in the mountains, it slept by the stream after it was full, and woke up to see that the moon had risen, round and big, the moonlight shone on the stream, the whole mountain stream was crystal clear, the beautiful scenery was current, not like the world. A part of the memory in Xiao Yuan's brain woke up, and the situation of Yaoqing's moon worship and cultivation in the old days vaguely emerged, and it couldn't help but learn the appearance of Yaoqing in its memory, closing its eyes and absorbing the essence of the moon. I don't know how long it took, I felt very comfortable all over, and I looked down at my hair, it was really silvery, very beautiful, and I thought I had to go back to show Wei Fugui.

I picked a few wild fruits and went down the mountain, and when I returned to the temple, Xiao Yuan was surprised, the temple was burned to the point that only the skeleton remained, and a few pillars crackled, and there was no one around, let alone a trace of the horse, and the painful fragment of the night when the fire in Yixian Pavilion flashed in his mind, and Xiao Yuan howled at the moon.

When she woke up, she felt a splitting headache and a dry mouth. Looking at the environment, I found myself in a meditation room, the clothes on my body had been washed, and there was only a table and a bed in the room, which was very quiet. There was a bowl of water on the table, and I hurriedly brought it over and drank it in one go.

At this time, someone outside the room said: "This is called lining up the situation, fighting in the dark bushes for thousands of miles, setting up the organs, and shining with the stars for a day." Senior Brother Qingzhong, you have lost! Come, punish the wine!"

Chunzhi pushed the door out, and saw that the night was dark, and two monks, an old man and a young monk, were talking under the moon. The young monk is less than twenty years old, the monk's clothes are open, he looks crazy, the old monk's eyes are like cold stars, his long eyebrows are like snow, his left sleeve is empty, and his right hand is holding a bowl of wine, and he drinks it all.

There is a half-moon-shaped small fish pond in the Zen courtyard, the fish pond is planted with water lilies, and there are several golden goldfish swimming in the pond.

When the two of them saw Chunzhi come out, they looked at him and didn't ask much.

The old monk said to the young monk, "Come on, come on, and then play the next game." ”

The young monk said in a big tone: "If you don't go down, you won't be able to go down, and you will lose in the next ten thousand rounds, and this wine in the temple is not enough to be punished." ”

"Why are you so sure that I will lose another 10,000 rounds?"

"Winning or losing is due to the circumstances, and the heart is born of the law. ”

The old monk laughed: "Wonderful. He beckoned to Chunzhi: "You come." ”

Chunzhi walked out of the Zen monastery with the two monks, saw that the Zen monastery was built alone on a mountain peak, there was a tower not far away, the tower was seven floors high, about more than 40 zhang, majestic and solemn, and the air was extraordinary.

The old monk and the young monk walked unhurriedly in front, and Chunzhi followed slowly, doubtful, vaguely remembering what happened before he fell into a coma, knowing that his coming here might have something to do with the two monks who came to spend the night. I wonder what happened to Xiao Yuan?

After walking for half a cup of tea, as soon as I turned the corner, my eyes suddenly opened up. Originally, this mountain peak stands on the side of a big river, looking down, the river is mighty and rushing from west to east, the river surface is open and majestic, the river wind blows, the spirit of the Uvena is invigorated, and the headache stops.

There is a large complex of buildings under the Zen Temple, which seems to be a temple. The old monk stood still, stared at the temple at the foot of the mountain, and said, "Back then, my senior brother and I became monks here, so unhappy. One day, the two of us were drinking in the Zen monastery, and it happened that the tide of the Qiantang River was so big that the senior brother thought that the war drums were beating and the thieves were coming, so he jumped up, touched the Zen staff, and drank and grabbed it. The monks laughed and told him that it was not the sound of war drums, but the sound of the tide of the Qiantang River. He listened to the clapping and laughing, saying that he had responded to the words given to him by Elder Zhizhen, 'Listen to the tide and be round, see the letter and be silent', bathed at the moment, and passed away here, which has been forty years. ”

When he heard this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Are you actually ......?"

The young monk smiled and said, "What a witty little benefactor." ”

"It's all a bit of the past, and now the old Nafa is loyal. After my brother passed away, I stayed here day and night. This is Master Daoji, who is practicing in Lingyin Temple. ”

The old monk said, "Since taking refuge in my Buddha, I have been thinking about myself every day, recalling that in the old days, the killing was so heavy that the lives were ruined. Every time I think about this, I can't sleep at night. ”

Although he didn't know why the old monk wanted to talk about this festival with him, he couldn't help but be solemn when he saw that the old monk was moved.

After the monk finished speaking, he continued to walk forward, and the three of them had come to the front of the tower. The tower is under construction, has been repaired to the top of the tower, the tower body from the bottom to the top of the tower eaves gradually shrink, extremely large and magnificent.

The old monk pointed to the top of the tower and said, "In the past, there were lights on the top floor of the tower to guide ships sailing at night. In the third year of Xuanhe, this tower was destroyed by fire. Five years ago, the current emperor decreed that it would be rebuilt, and it was almost completed. ”

The young monk sighed: "This tower has gone through many catastrophes, and at the same time, it is also overlooking all living beings. Look at the joys and sorrows of this world, the killing of soldiers, and the fortune of the country and the people's livelihood. ”

The old monk turned to face Chunzhi and spread his palms. In the palm of his hand is a very delicate white jade carving, carved with a pure white sea holly, which is the personal object of the Uran: "This thing is yours?"

Ushiyuki nodded.

The old monk's tone was serious: "Aru Bu is your name?"

"It's not. It was given to me by a good friend. ”

It turns out that Chunzhi and the eldest son of Wan Yan Liang Wan Yan Guangying (Aru Bu) are similar in age, Wan Yan Liang has always relied on Hanchen very much, attaches importance to the culture of the Han Dynasty, after Aru Bu was born, he was once fostered in the family of the same judgment of the great sect of Wan Yan Fang and Yongning Palace and the family of Tu Danxi, and the children of Han Chen, including Chunyi, learned the Central Plains culture. Aru Bu loves the culture of the Central Plains and is especially friendly with Chunzhi. In August of the fourth year of Zhenglong, the prince hunted, Aru shot and hunted a crow, Wan Yanliang was very happy, rewarded a lot of pearls and jade, Alu asked the craftsman to carve two of the most exquisite jade into the shape of sea holly, and engraved the names of "Aru Bu" and "Shi Chunzhi" with Chinese characters to exchange and wear.

"Your good friend is the Prince of Jinguo?"

Shut up and didn't answer.

The old monk returned the jade pendant to Chunzhi, turned to look at the surging river: "I heard the apprentice say that you are Han." Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. The heart of the Great Song Dynasty has never died, and if you really want to fight, I am afraid that the Hanchen in the Jin Kingdom will not die well. ”

The young monk sighed: "I heard that the emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Liang, was very cruel, and burned Yuwen Xuzhong to death on the same day as his family, and did not let go of children of several years old; a few months ago, he beheaded more than 30 members of Shi Yisheng's family in Hanlin, and Shi Yisheng himself was thrown into the oil pot and cooked to death. ”

There was a bang in his chest, as if he had been hammered twice by a sledgehammer, shook twice, and fainted.

When Chunzhi woke up, the thin monk brought a bowl of medicine: "The poor monk is quiet." This is fried for you by the hands of the Taoist master's father, so drink it while it's hot. ”

Chunzhi still thought about what the monk Daoji said, but he didn't know whether it was true or false, his heart was like a knife, and he didn't speak.

The monk Jingyuan saw that Chunzhi did not move, so he put down the medicine, sat next to him, and told what happened after Chunzhi fell asleep. ”

Jingyuan clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha." ”

Chunzhi turned his head, closed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep for a while, and I bother the little master to close the door." ”

In the middle of the night, it began to rain heavily, and as if the heavens knew the pain in the heart of the horse, the downpour continued for two days and two nights. She didn't eat a drop of water and rice for two days, and she only thought about how to take revenge.

On the third day, Chunzhi got up and came to the meditation room of the Qingzhong monk, bowed his head and bowed: "Master, please accept me as an apprentice." I want to practice martial arts. ”

Monk Qingzhong said: "If you have nowhere to stay, you can lead the cultivation here and become an idle monk." ”

Chun Zhi kowtowed on the green brick with a bang, and the blood on his forehead was dripping: "Master, I am Shi Yisheng's only son, more than 30 members of my Shi family were all killed by Wan Yan Liang, and my father was even cooked to death, and Wan Yan Liang is my enemy." In the past, my father often warned me to always remember that I was a Han Chinese, and now, the disaster of the Jin people has been more than 40 years, I ask the master to teach me martial arts, teach me Yue Fei's art of war, I should finish cutting Yan Liang alive, the shame of the snow country, and avenge the family!"

Monk Qingzhong was silent, and chanted in his mouth: "Amitabha, donor's mourning!" and did not agree to his request. I don't look at it anymore, I just close my eyes and read Buddhist scriptures. Chunzhi knelt on the ground, kowtowed, his forehead was dripping with blood, tears mixed with blood, and fell on the corners of his mouth, salty and bloody.