Chapter 062. Genius and jealousy

In the early morning after the rain, with a hint of fog.

The smell of humidity in the air is very strong, close to the human skin, there is a soft sponge feeling, the migratory birds that come out of the nest begin to forage after the rain and the sunny weather, the sun hanging in the sky is not hot and dry, and even the strong light has converged a lot today.

In the twelfth year of the Dayong Dynasty, on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, the wife of the Zhao family and her son Zhao Yange set off at dawn, Duan Yu and Yuhuan were impressively in the column, and the group took a carriage and went to Wu'an Mountain in Wolong Town.

The Dayong Dynasty advocates Buddhism, so His Majesty the Emperor called the Buddha the first great religion in the world, in contrast, Longhu Mountain because of the prestige of the previous dynasty left the heritage, can only be condescended to the second position, which is understandable, who let the Chen Emperor raise troops when Longhu Mountain did not take a stand like Hanguang Temple.

Although Wu'an Mountain is the dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but there is no big temple and big Buddha to worship, the main reason is that after people's lives are calm, this comfort is attributed to the emperor's majesty's cultural and martial arts, so that the incense money of Wu'an Mountain is very little, if it is not for the strong support of the imperial court, I am afraid that the Buddhism has long been unable to do it.

The top of the mountain is a glass world, red bricks and green tiles, which is the unique Buddhist artistic conception of Wu'an Mountain, the quiet place is refreshing, meaning to eliminate troubles, return to the heart pure.

Without the mountain gate, the group got off the car and walked forward, Mrs. said that this is the awe of the Buddha, Zhao Yange was noncommittal, he never believed in feudal superstition before, the future world has been able to explain everything with science, but in this era, do you still have to follow the customs.

Yuhuan is a maid, she has no right to speak, she can only tiptoe behind in a daze, Duan Yu was brought because he had a good relationship with Zhao Yange, and he naturally didn't have much opportunity to worship Buddha when food and clothing were a problem before, and he would have gone to steal chickens and dogs at that time.

After worshipping Guanyin Bodhisattva, several people came to the mountain forest behind the temple, where the scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are crisp, the trees are lush and lush, and the lady said softly: "Shiro, my mother is old, and you will be in charge of everything in the family in the future, and this worship of the Buddha, you can't fall every year." ”

Zhao Yange nodded and said, "Shiro remembered!" ”

A gust of wind rolls up, everyone's robes flutter, climb to the top of the mountain peak, see the clouds in the distance, the tide rises and falls, there is a huge cloud pillar in the southeast line of the sky rushing up to the sky, the scene is magnificent, the weather is majestic.

Mrs. was full of emotion: "When your father first brought me to Wu'an Mountain, I was as exclusive as you, at that time I was a flamboyant girl, I liked to go crazy everywhere, go wild everywhere, and the first 20 years were smooth sailing."

It wasn't until I was pregnant with you and experienced the decline of the Zhao family that when I stepped on Wu'an Mountain again and saw the magnificent scenery in the distance, I knew that life could not be smooth sailing, and such ups and downs were the norm.

When you grow up, you will know that in fact, you don't have to be an official at all to do business, and you live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, worrying all day long, no easier than the ups and downs of Huaihai, your father gambles every day, and business is also the ultimate, which has won the honor of the Zhao family for more than ten years.

But the vicissitudes of the world have changed, as the saying goes, there are no more than three generations of wealth, the glory of our family is in your father, and the middle fall is also in your father, I don't know if you can bring the Zhao family back to its original status, and no longer continue to let others look down on it, what is a person's life, isn't it a reputation! ”

The more the lady spoke, the more excited she became, and she gradually shed tears, and her eyes were like wind and clouds, like snowballs rolling on the ground.

"There are only you and my mother and son here, plus Yuhuan and Duan Yu, they are not outsiders, my mother said clearly today, your father went to the Qinglou back then, not to find a woman, but for his business, he died when he was most proud of the mall, I have always felt very strange, if it is not for the assassination, how can a good person not be rewarded?

In fact, he was already aware of the danger at that time, so he wanted to retire, but it was easy to succeed and retired, and your father had reached the point where it was difficult to ride a tiger! ”

Zhao Yange said suspiciously: "In that case, why didn't my mother let people check?" ”

"Check!? How to check? Madame's words carried a lot of helplessness: "Your three sisters have no heart and lungs, I am an orphan and widow with you, and you are seriously ill, more is better than less, if I hadn't taken a step back at that time and admitted that your father died because of excessive consumption in the Qinglou, how can you and my mother and son live to this day?" ”

Zhao Yange was shocked, when he was a child, he was used to reading moral articles, and when he arrived in this world, he found that the ugliness and darkness of the human heart were dark, and he was most afraid of the truth in everything, if you turned a blind eye, life could still go on, if you had to find out your innocence, someone would be secretly calculating you.

"Mother is waiting!" Mrs. said sonorously, "My mother knows that you will not let me down, so I will not hesitate to spend my family property to treat you, I believe that you will be able to wake up and inherit your father's ambitions, I don't know your ambitions, but I know that you have no way out, the Zhao family is a stormy ship, if you want to blame, blame you for not having a good baby!" ”

What does a family's luck look at? The surface is graceful and luxurious, rampant in the countryside, useless, if there is no successor, the family road will be weakened.

Mrs. forcibly poured the luck of the Zhao family into Zhao Yange's body, because she wanted him to rely on the confidence and enthusiasm of young people to fight for his own world.

"Don't worry, mother, everything the Zhao family has lost, I have to take it back with my own hands, since someone assassinated my father, I will not be a wall-to-side, no matter whether that person is a dignitary or a nobleman, whether it is a royal family or noble, killing people to pay for their lives, debts and money, it is justified!"

There was a blazing anger in his eyes, Yuhuan had never seen the young master show such a look, this was a man's rage, and it was also a man's backbone.

When going down the mountain, I occasionally passed by the main hall of the temple, and caught a glimpse of an old man in the hall with white hair, crying very painfully, which made Zhao Yange feel stunned.

Hiding outside the door and listening for a while, the old man cried in front of the Bodhisattva, as if saying that God has no eyes, let his precious son be captured by the mountain bandits, and the incense of the Fan family may be extinguished, and ask the Bodhisattva to help save him.

Since he was captured by the mountain bandits, he should go to report to the official, why did he come here to worship the Buddha?

Until recalling Shen Lang's performance of catching his head that day, Zhao Yange seemed to understand the reason for the matter, the officials of Wolong Town protected each other, the government communicated with the mountain bandits, and the people were fished and fleshed, but why did these people arrest Fan Yuxia?

Could it be that this kid is a genius?

Still is.... Jealous of talents?