Zhiqing took Ziyun out of the courtyard, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. When www.biquge.info I asked the elder about his life history in the past, the elder either read a scripture and made people confused, or he didn't mention it at all, and directly avoided it, but today he told himself that his parents had passed away, which really made Zhiqing feel suspicious.

Although Zhiqing looks a little immature and stupid on his face, his head is smart and cautious. With his keen intuition, he felt that the old abbot must know something about his parents, and he must have had an unusual friendship with the visiting Cao County Commander. Because in the past, when Cao Xianling visited, the old abbot often withdrew from everyone, and only talked with Cao Xianling alone in the meditation hall, saying that he was learning Zen Taoism, but who knew what they said inside.

Zhiqing had an idea, and he had a bold idea, he wanted to hear what the old abbot was communicating with Cao Xianling, if he really discussed Buddhism and Zen Taoism, he could also listen to it secretly, and he could also gain some knowledge.

"Sister Ziyun, you go back to the wing room first, I still have some things to do with the old abbot, and I will play with you later." Zhiqing said to Ziyun.

Ziyun saw that Zhiqing's expression was a little hurried, knowing that he had his own things to do, and it was not good for him to accompany him all the time, so he had to agree: "Okay, I'll go back first, Brother Zhiqing, you can go and get busy." With that, he gave Zhiqing a big smile and turned to leave.

Zhiqing said goodbye to Ziyun and quietly entered the courtyard, he did not dare to enter the meditation hall through the main entrance this time, but only detoured to the flower bed next to the meditation hall, cautiously approached the windowsill of the meditation room in the west, hid behind a lush tea tree, and secretly listened to the conversation in the house.

Zhiqing tried to put his ears close to the window, but he could only faintly hear someone talking inside, but he couldn't hear what was said, which made Zhiqing very distressed, he swayed his body from side to side and changed various postures, and still couldn't hear the sound of the people inside.

"Well, it seems that I can't hear their conversation!" Zhiqing looked helpless, so he had to shake his head, then patted the dust on his clothes and walked out of the flower bed.

Zhiqing saw that the eavesdropping could not be successful, so he had to return the same way, planning to have the opportunity to inquire with the abbot in the future, and just walked to the gate of the courtyard, but saw Uncle Hui Zhai carrying a pot of steaming boiling water, and was walking towards the courtyard with his head down.

"Uncle Shi, what are you sending here?" Zhiqing preemptively greeted Hui Zhai.

"Oh, it's Zhiqing, I'm going to send boiling water to the master, the master wants to invite Cao Xianling to drink tea, and it must be boiling boiling water, no, I just boiled the water, and I sent it to his old man!"

"Oh, it turned out to be sending boiling water, you don't have to worry about this, just leave it to me, I'll send it to the elders!" As he spoke, he reached out and took the long-handled copper kettle.

Hui Zhai knew that Zhiqing was usually well-behaved and sensible, and he had always done things safely, so he smiled and said: "Zhiqing is still sensible, I know that I can help my uncle do some work, come on, I will bother you to send this pot of water to the master!" With that, he handed the copper kettle to Zhiqing.

Zhiqing picked up the copper kettle and walked briskly towards the elder's meditation hall, but when he entered the door, he gently slowed down and poked his ears to listen to the conversation in the room.

"Lord Lao Cao personally stepped out to relieve the siege of this temple!" The old abbot was still polite to Cao Xianling.

"Master doesn't have to be polite, we are all old friends, so we don't need these politenesses. Back then, Cao was just a nine-grade official in the yali of Jiangdu County, and it was precisely because of the case under the mountain that he could have today. Zhiqing could hear that this was exactly the tone of Cao Xianling's words. Zhiqing stopped slightly, and then heard Cao County's commander sigh and said, "Alas! Although sixteen years have passed since that incident, every time I think about it, my heart... Still full of guilt! ”

"Good and good, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is back!" Elder Guangkong responded.

"The elder didn't know that when my mother was alive, she often fasted and recited Buddha, and she often advised me to accumulate virtue and do good deeds in order to seek peace for the old and young. Who knew that my wife and I had no children after ten years of marriage, and when my mother was dying, the biggest regret was that I did not see a successor to the Cao family. Cao thought to himself, it must be because of the evil things I did sixteen years ago, which angered the heavens, so I ended up with no queen, so I took my wife to the temple to burn incense and make a wish. And on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, both the master and servant in my house eat fast, and when the county government sits in the hall, they are also impartial law enforcement, and the Buddha is also rewarded and punished, and he gave me a son five years ago, this is really boundless Buddhism, good and evil are rewarded! ”

Cao Xianling can be regarded as a devout Buddhist, he appeared here to speak, talking about his experience over the years, to prove that he is constantly accumulating virtue and doing good, but Zhiqing has no interest in these, what he heard, and what he is most interested in, is the case that Cao Youdao handled sixteen years ago. From Cao County's mouth, Zhiqing learned that Cao County's order was originally a small official in the county office, and he was promoted to the county order because of his meritorious handling of the case sixteen years ago, and it can be heard from Cao County's slightly confessional tone that he was full of guilt for the sixteen-year case, and he has been in deep self-blame for so many years. This made Zhiqing interested all of a sudden.

What kind of case did Cao Xianling handle sixteen years ago? Why exactly sixteen years ago? Does this case have anything to do with his own life experience? Zhiqing's mind was full of questions, so he only hid behind the prayer flags and continued to eavesdrop.

"Amitabha, Lord Cao doesn't have to feel too guilty, you go to the back of the mountain every Qingming Festival to worship and sweep the nine barren mounds, and you have copied the "Dizang Sutra" for them a hundred times. It was Zhiqing's master Hui Ming who said this.

Only then did Zhiqing understand that his master did not accompany Cao Youdao to visit the mountains and rivers, but accompanied him to the back of the mountain to sweep the tomb. This makes Zhiqing even more strange, why does Cao Youdao have to go to the back of the mountain every year to sweep the tomb? Who are the nine barren mounds buried? Also, why did the county magistrate go to sweep the grave, why did he sneak around and dare not make a noise?

Just as Zhiqing was hearing this, he heard Elder Guangkong say to Master Huiming: "Huiming, go and see if your senior brother Huizhai is here, Lao Wei asked him to boil a pot of boiling water to make tea with Master Cao, why hasn't he come here yet?!" ”

"Yes, the disciple will go and urge!" Hui Ming answered, turned around and was about to come out of the inner room.

"Here, here, boiling water!" Zhiqing shouted as he carried boiling water to the inner room, pretending to be in a hurry. "Master, the boiling water has been boiled, and you can make tea!"

"Zhiqing? How are you?! For Zhiqing's sudden appearance, the old abbot and Hui Ming were both surprised.

"It was the disciple who met Uncle Hui Zhai outside the courtyard and brought water for him!" Zhiqing smiled, put on a casual look, and opened the teapot and bowl before going to the table, and made a new pot of tea for the old abbot and Cao Xianling.

"Who is this little master? You're here to bring us water! Cao Xianling treated people kindly.

"The poor monk's name is Zhiqing, and he is Master Huiming's apprentice!" In fact, Zhiqing has seen Cao Xianling many times, but this Cao Xianling doesn't remember himself, just because there are too many little monks in this temple, all of them have shaved heads, and they are all children with long bodies, even if Cao Xianling often visits, he can't tell who these little monks are.

"Oh, it turned out to be Master Huiming's senior apprentice. Little Master, how old are you, where are you from, and how many years have you been practicing in this mountain? Cao Xianling was very interested in Zhiqing, and asked this and that with a smile.

"Little monk ...... this year"

"He is eighteen years old this year, he is from Yakuo Village under the mountain, and he has been practicing in the temple for six or seven years!"

Before Zhiqing could speak, Master Huiming preemptively answered the county master's question, and what he said was all a fabricated lie, which made Zhiqing understand at once......