Xingqing Palace Annex.

Li Mi followed a Li Fuguo, with small steps, quickly walked through the corridor, walked into the side hall in the northwest corner, and sat down on a low couch. He bowed his head and put his hands in his sleeves,

Li Fuguo quietly retreated, his steps as light as a tanuki.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and the person who came stopped at the door and coughed lightly: "Changyuan, you're back." ”

Li Mi hurriedly got up, waved his big sleeves, danced like a dance, and saluted on the ground: "Grass people Li Mi, meet His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The crown prince Li Heng is in his forties, with a medium build, a round face, soft eyebrows, and slightly tired eyes. Seeing Li Mi's big salute, he waved his hand boringly, walked straight to the couch opposite Li Mi and sat down, and said while fiddling with the hem of his clothes: "My father went to the Furong Garden, but I don't know when he will come back, what's the matter, you hurry up and say." ”

"Whoa." Li Mi didn't dare to slack off, and said straight to the point: "I saw a monk in Nanyue Panruo Temple this time, and his appearance resembles the Sokcho monk of Bodhi Temple many years ago. His disciple Li Zaixing is an orphan, this time he came to Chang'an with him, just outside Chang'an City, fighting alone against Wei Yingwu and other thirteen horsemen, three people died, ten people were injured, none of them were spared. ”

Li Heng frowned, and his originally tired and lazy eyes suddenly became fierce: "Orphan, and a good martial artist, he came to Chang'an thousands of miles away, he didn't come to join the army, he came to kill people, right?" ”

Li Mi bowed down and saluted: "Your Highness's words are exactly what Mi is worried about." This son is very murderous and menacing, and there is the support of hidden masters behind him, I am afraid that what he has to deal with is probably not an ordinary person. ”

Li Heng thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Are you worried about me?" ”

Li Mi shook his head: "His Royal Highness is benevolent and has never had a grudge against anyone, so there is no need to worry about it." I am in a hurry, first, I am worried that the matter is big, once the court is alarmed, His Majesty will inevitably consult His Highness, hoping that His Highness will be prepared. The second is that this son is decisive in killing, not only has a good martial arts, but also has a talent for the art of war, and he can draw inferences from one another, which shows that he is a general......"

Li Heng chuckled softly, his eyes full of smiles. He nodded, "I see." Changyuan, you are attentive. ”

Li Mi breathed a sigh of relief, took out a letter from his sleeve, and handed it to Li Heng with both hands: "Your Highness, this is what you have seen and thought during your travels in Jingxiang, please forward it to Your Majesty for the imperial view." ”

Li Heng took it and sighed softly: "Changyuan, I will present it to my father as soon as possible." You're not too young, it's time to serve your country. Liu Yan is a prodigy like you, he likes fairy things, but he might as well be worldly affairs, and now he has begun to take care of political affairs, and his father is very satisfied, and he will soon be promoted. Do you also put the things of being a god away? ”

Li Mi paused: "Your Highness, this is everyone's fate, and you can't force it." If he is unwilling to serve the country, he has no way to enter and is slandered, so he has to pay attention to the rivers and lakes for the time being. ”

Li Heng shook his head helplessly: "Changyuan, I also know that you are embarrassed, so I won't force you." You take some time, pay more attention to this Li Zaixing, and don't let him mess around. ”

"Whoa." Li Mi answered, got up and stood aside. Li Heng stood up, looked at the music in his hand, put it in his sleeve, nodded to Li Yu, and walked out quickly. After a short time, Li Fuguo walked in, smiled at Li Mi, and led him out of the palace.

……

After eating, Li Zaixing said goodbye to the Yang family and followed Du Fu out of the West Courtyard. The monks have finished their dinner and are doing their evening lectures in the Great Buddha Hall, and the wooden fish tuk tuk is accompanied by the humming sound of the monks chanting, like a large swarm of mosquitoes. Li Zaixing was accustomed to listening to the Sanskrit singing of his master Huang Zhong Dalu, so he naturally looked down on these unintentional chantings, and followed Du Fu to the cafeteria.

There were two miscellaneous monks in the cafeteria who were cleaning, and when they saw Du Fu coming in, they immediately lowered their faces and stepped forward to stop them, and shouted: "Why is Du Jun here again, I'm really embarrassed, it's past dinner today......"

Du Fu's face flushed, and he pointed to the wall covered with murals. "I've already eaten, and I'm here to accompany the disciples of Master Soksoji to enjoy the murals."

At this time, the little monk Zhiyuan, who was following Li Zaixing, stepped in first, clasped his hands together, and said, "Hugh is rude, Du Jun is accompanying Uncle Shi to enjoy the painting, get out of the way!" ”

The monk was startled, looked up and saw Li Zaixing following behind Du Fu, and immediately put on a smiling face: "It turns out that Uncle Shi is here, please sit down, please sit down, I will serve tea to Uncle Shi immediately." As he spoke, he trotted all the way into the back room.

Li Zaixing shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "It seems that my master's seniority is not low." ”

Du Fu said with a wry smile: "Master Sokcho is actually not a monk in the temple, but he has shown miracles, your second senior brother has been in the temple for many years, his status is transcendent, and he is the same as the host of the temple, so your generation will naturally be higher." He glanced at the backs of those monks, and said with some sourness: "I didn't expect to be able to drink a cup of fragrant tea with the light of the virtuous brother today." ”

Thinking of the dilemma that Du Fu was almost blasted out of just now, Li Zaixing couldn't help laughing. He patted Du Fu on the shoulder: "Brother Du, don't look at them claiming to be Buddhist disciples, but they are actually still snobs in the world, why bother with them, they are in a bad mood." Come and come, this painting is strong, the lines are smooth, the clothes are soft, like the wind, presumably painted by a famous artist...... I'll take it, Wu Daozi's painting? ”

Looking at Li Zaixing, whose eyes were round, Du Fu couldn't help laughing: "It seems that the virtuous brother also knows Wu Daozi's name, yes, this "Wisdom on Color and Change" is Wu Daozi's handwriting, and these poems are also written by Wu Daozi himself. ”

Li Zaixing was speechless. This Bodhi Temple is really not simple, and the painting of Saint Wu Daozi is placed in the canteen? These monks are really blessed, eating in front of Wu Daozi's paintings every day. It's a pity that this painting can't be passed on to future generations, otherwise it will definitely be a national treasure. Wu Daozi is known as the saint of painting, but there are few and far authentic works, so that later generations can only rely on some copies to imagine his stunts.

Looking at the vivid images, looking at the strong lines, the solemn but vivid Buddha statues, the bodhisattvas with a smile on the corners of their mouths and a compassionate face, Li Zaixing suddenly felt a little heartache. He doesn't know when this painting was destroyed, maybe it was the Anshi Rebellion, maybe it was the Huangchao Rebellion, maybe it was a war that was not recorded in history at all, there were countless wars in Chinese history, who knows how many treasures were destroyed in the war.

What a pity. Huaxia claims to be a 5,000-year-old civilization, but the cultural relics that can really be preserved for more than 1,000 years are probably rare treasures, and Chinese admire the Han and Tang Dynasties, and how many real Han and Tang civilizations have they seen?

Li Zaixing stood in front of the mural, his thoughts fluctuating.

When Du Fu saw him fascinated, he thought he was admiring the painting and didn't bother him. At this time, a middle-aged obese monk ran over panting, followed by a little monk with clear eyebrows and white lips and white teeth. The little monk held a tray with tea bowls and saucers on it. Behind them, the two miscellaneous monks, one carrying a large copper kettle and a stove, and the other carrying two low couches, walked like flying, as if they were fighting.

The obese monk rushed behind Li Zaixing in three steps and two steps, and was about to speak, when Du Fu waved his hand: "Master, Li Jun is appreciating Wu Daozi's words, don't disturb him." ”

As soon as the fat monk saw Du Fu, his face suddenly sank, and after listening to Du Fu's words, he immediately changed his smiling face. He waved his hand and motioned to the miscellaneous monk to put down the copper kettle and stove and go to do his own thing, and asked the little monk to make tea, and he came to Du Fu's side with a smiling face: "Du Jun, my uncle also has research on calligraphy and painting?" ”

"I didn't hear him." Du Fu smiled: "However, when I had dinner with him just now, it seemed that he was no stranger to poets and painters. ”

"Oh, I see." A greasy smile appeared on the monk's round face: "It seems that our little uncle not only has martial arts, but also knows a lot about elegance. No wonder he hit it off at first sight with Du Jun. ”

"Not only did he and I hit it off at first sight, but he also made friends with Li Qinglian, a late Hanlin scholar."

The monk blinked and didn't say anything more, but his expression was a little more polite.

Li Zaixing looked at the painting for a while, and then came back to his senses: "Is there still such a masterpiece in the temple?" ”

"Yes." The obese monk rushed in front of Du Fu and leaned forward, with a flattering smile: "There is also a wall of "Ritual Bone Immortals" next to it, and there is also a "Disaster Elimination Sutra Story" in the Buddha Hall, all of which were painted by Wu Daozi, uncle, I will take you to see it?" ”

Li Zaixing was a little surprised: "The master is ......"

"Alas, uncle, you just call me Wu Neng, how can I be worthy of the title of master."

Li Zaixing couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and burst out laughing. Wu Neng? You just call it Bajie. Alas, it's just that there is a second senior brother in this temple, and now there is another enlightenment, which makes people feel embarrassed. However, compared to the serious second senior brother, this Wuneng master and nephew is more like the Pure Altar Messenger. Don't say it, it seems that Tang Sanzang is in this city, but I don't know if the story of Journey to the West has appeared.

Seeing Li Zaixing smiling happily, Wu Neng's face was full of smiles, and he became more and more attentive. Li Zaixing felt a little rude, and coughed: "Master Wuneng is a ...... in the temple."

Wu Neng hurriedly picked up the conversation: "Uncle Dare learned that I was in charge of the monks' diet and daily life in the temple and did some chores. If Uncle Shi needs anything in the future, just tell me, and I will do my best to satisfy Uncle Shi. ”

Li Zaixing looked at Wu Neng, Master Xindao probably would not accept such apprentices and grandchildren, this person is so enthusiastic, it may be because of the status of the second senior brother in the temple. It seems that this Buddhist temple is no different from the earthly world, and there are people in the court who are good officials.

"Then thank you for Gono." Li Zaixing said with a smile: "You must be very busy managing the affairs of the temple, so don't accompany me as an idler." How about I'll visit you again when I'm free? ”

When Wu Neng heard this, he was originally a little disappointed, but when he heard the word "last visit", he immediately became excited again, and he didn't dare to say that he didn't dare to be, and took care of the little monk and waited carefully, so he left happily. As soon as he left, Du Fu suddenly relaxed a little, and without saying a word, he first sat on the couch prepared by the little monk. This couch was originally intended for Wu Neng and Li Zaixing, but Wu Neng was blown away by Li Zaixing, and Du Fu was cheapened for nothing