Cao Senjun said with a smile: "Mr. Bu, Taishoufu is not a blacksmith shop. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Bu Yunfei no longer spoke, what Cao Senjun said was reasonable, Taishoufu is a public court, how can an iron furnace be set up in the public court. If you want to make an iron candlestick, you can only go to the blacksmith shop.

The two continued to go south, and a peach grove appeared in front of them, surrounded by a fence, a red wood door, and a plaque hanging under the eaves, with the book "Peach Garden". The craggy peach branches hang with residual snow, sticking out of the fence, and in the winter sun, it has a unique charm.

There were two Changshan soldiers standing at the gate of the firewood, and when they saw Cao joining the army, they bowed their heads and saluted.

"Mr. Step, please!" Cao Senjun made a gesture of please.

When the two entered the chaimen, they saw a forest path, winding among the peach trees, among the trees, the snow was covered, the birdsong was crisp, and it was very quiet. The two of them made a few rounds, but they saw the snow and dead branches, and the path was quiet, but they did not see the iron furnace for striking iron.

"This blacksmith shop is very elegant!" Bu Yunfei smiled, but he was secretly suspicious in his heart.

"Mr. Bu, just come with me." Cao joined the army and only cared about moving forward quickly.

Bu Yunfei's heart suddenly chuckled and stopped.

The scenery in front of you is familiar!

Three days ago, the four Bu Yunfei brothers escaped from the gap in the gable behind the Baolun Temple, and it seemed that they were walking in this forest!

That night, one was dark, and the other was that everyone just ran away, and Bu Yunfei didn't leave much impression on the surrounding scenery. However, for the winding path under his feet, Bu Yunfei's soles still have a feeling!

It's a gravel path!

Not far away, at the end of the peach forest, the roof of a building can be faintly seen, and among the branches, the curved cornices are sticking out.

That's a temple!

Cao Senjun actually brought him back to Baolun Temple!

Thinking of the gloomy and bloody temple, Bu Yunfei's heart was chilled!

What makes Yun Fei frightened is that it is not those incomplete monks and blood-stained temples! It's the Zhang Tongyou who went back on his word!

That night, Zhang Tongyou was determined not to give in to Yunfei and walked out of Baolun Temple alive!

If it weren't for Yan Quanying to come to the rescue, I'm afraid that the four Bu Yunfei brothers would have already become ghosts under the knife!

Now, Cao joined the army and brought him back to this ghost gate!

"Mr. Bu, please hurry up!" Cao Shenjun urged.

Bu Yunfei panicked, but his face was silent, and he smiled at Cao Senjun: "Why should Cao Senjun be in a hurry, such a beautiful scenery, you should appreciate it carefully, oh, I haven't asked yet, what kind of place is this?" ”

"The plaque says the word 'Taoyuan', Mr. Bu didn't see it?" Cao Senjun said: "Mr. Bu is also an elegant person, but it is better to do the right thing first, and when the matter is done, Cao will accompany Mr. Bu to appreciate it slowly!" ”

Bu Yunfei secretly screamed badly and wanted to retreat, but two Changshan soldiers followed, blocking Bu Yunfei's back road!

Bu Yunfei regretted it greatly, he knew that this was the case, so he should have brought Fang Ruoxu and Baye Gu. Now he is a lonely person, he can't help himself, he is held by the three of Cao Shenjun, and he has become the meat on the board!

A group of people walked along the gravel path, bypassing a big tree, in front of which was the back wall of a small temple, needless to say, it was the apse of Baolun Temple, and there was a new trace on the wall, needless to say, it was the hole that the four Bu Yunfei brothers climbed out of five days ago, and now it has been blocked.

In the east corner of the back wall, there is a small gate, and the gravel path leads to the small door.

Cao Senjun raised his hand and knocked on the small door three times, the small door creaked open, and a person who looked like an errand came out of it, looked at Cao Senjun and Bu Yunfei, and did not answer, but made a gesture of please.

The group walked into the small door, and Bu Yunfei was taken aback again.

The scene inside the small door is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Inside the small door, it was the side hall where Bu Yunfei had been imprisoned, and the Dharma Protector Wei Tuo was still the same as five days ago, holding a magic wand with a hideous face.

However, the decoration of the temple is very different from the past. The ground was spotless, there was not the slightest trace of blood, and there was no smell of blood, but there was a faint fragrance rippling.

Walking through the side hall, it is the hall where those tantric monks perform mandala curses that day, the furnishings are very neat, and the Buddha statue on the shrine is not the hideous face of the big day, but a treasure and solemn Buddha! The treasure is solemn, the cigarette smoke is swirling, clean and dust-free, the window is bright and clean, the gloomy atmosphere of killing five days ago is gone, on the contrary, several plum blossoms at the window set off this hall like a fairyland outside the world.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have imagined that just five days ago, there had been a bloody mandala here! And the people sitting in this hall are not all like ghosts in the underworld!

The group walked through the main hall and stopped in front of a wing door, with a curtain hanging on the door, and the sound of the guqin came from inside, echoing and lingering between the halls of Baolun Temple!

The sound of the piano is desolate and distant, like a big river across the grassland, flashing in the moonlight, and the lonely goose passes by, leaving a lonely figure! The sound of the piano is like the chirping of geese floating across the night sky, in the vast sky, sad and mournful, lingering!

The sound of the piano is the ancient song "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji".

This piece is said to have been written by the famous talented woman Cai Wenji. At the end of the Han Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, Cai Wenji was taken captive by the Huns, lived outside the Saiwai, married the Xiongnu Zuoxian King, and lived outside the Saiwai for 12 years. Cai Wenji missed her hometown and wrote this song.

"Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji" is grand and complex, and it can be said to be a symphony in ancient China. The melody is layered, both the sorrow and resentment of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the vast desolation of the grassland in the north of the desert, the whole song is immersed in a strong sense of homesickness and difficult to extricate itself.

Bu Yunfei traveled to the Tang Tianbao period, wandering alone in the world, and his state of mind was quite understandable with Cai Wenji's exile in Saibei. Unconsciously, I was stunned.

"The Hu people wept and stained the grass, and the Han envoys returned to the guests with broken intestines!" Bu Yunfei muttered.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The curtain of the door opened, and a young man stepped out.

This young man is only twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a handsome complexion, a slender figure, wearing a square scarf on his head, wearing a white robe, his demeanor is calm, his expression is elegant, he looks like a scholar who has read poetry and books, but he is not Zhang Tongyou!

Cao Shenjun bowed his head to the scholar and said, "Childe, this is the deputy head of the princess's car, and Master Yunfei is the marching record!" ”

The scholar arched his hand at Bu Yunfei and said, "Mr. Bu, look up for a long time!" ”

The scholar did not call Bu Yunfei "adult", but "sir", and his words were very sincere.

Bu Yunfei hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't know what to call this son?" ”

"Student Yan Quanming!" The scholar's tone was calm and very decent.

"Luckily!" Bu Yunfei's heart sank. The name Yan Quanming is only one word different from Yan Quanying, between this Yan Quanming's eyebrows, he really looks similar to Yan Quanying, if nothing else, he should be Yan Quanying's brother.

Yan Quanying's brother is here, which means that Yan Quanying is likely to be here, and if Yan Quanying is here, Zhang Tongyou will not be far away!

However, that Yan Quan has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, elegant manners, and there is no trace of tantric evil on his body! Moreover, the eighteen beats of the Hu Ji he played just now had a desolate and distant artistic conception, and it was even more incompatible with the bloody mandala that happened here five days ago.

This Yan Quanming should be the master here, and the mandala that Tantra made here five days ago should also have his share!

If this is the case, then this Yan Quanming is too terrible - he can hide blood and evil under his elegant and handsome appearance, and he can calmly play the eighteen beats of the beard in the blood of the mandala!

"Mr. Step, please!" Yan Quanming said.

Bu Yunfei had no choice but to follow Yan Quanming and enter the wing. Cao joined the army and stayed at the door.

There is a faint aroma of books rippling in the wing room, the furnishings are completely different from the main hall, there is a desk under the window, there are four treasures of the study room on it, next to the desk is a wall of bookshelves, the collection of books on the bookshelf is very rich, due north is a four-page screen, the screen is the literati landscape. A sword hangs on the screen, but under the screen there is a guqin, the inky black body is old, but it is shiny in the black, and the owner should often stroke the qin.

This is a typical literati study, and its owner, with an elegant and noble temperament, should not be a layman!

The two came to the bookcase, and Yan Quanming bowed to Bu Yunfei: "Mr. Bu, please take a seat!" ”

Bu Yunfei was worried, and he didn't know what kind of fame this Yan Quanming was going to do, so he had to sit down in the guest seat.

Bu Yunfei sat down, and Yan Quanming sat down opposite Bu Yunfei, behaving very respectfully.

The more elegant the furnishings in the house, the more furious Bu Yunfei's heart becomes, everything is ridiculous to the extreme, and there will be big trouble!

Bu Yunfei had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Young Master Yan, this is ......"

Yan Quanming smiled faintly: "Mr. Bu is new to here, let the students introduce." This is the Treasure Wheel Temple, which was originally an abandoned temple overgrown with weeds and inaccessible to people. The student likes to be clean, so he asked his father for this place, took care of it, and made a study. Read and play the piano, enjoy yourself! Mr. Bu Secret, since the students moved here, they have a great sense of joy and thought, and the chaos in the world has no chance with the students! ”

Bu Yunfei was surprised, listening to Yan Quanming's tone, he didn't seem to know that Bu Yunfei had been here!

"Mr. Yan is noble, Bu is admired!" Bu Yunfei said. Yan Quanming actually used this place as a study! Five days ago, there was a river of blood in the hall, and he actually sat here reading and stroking the piano! This person has either reached the lofty realm of the four great emptiness, or he is insidious and vicious to the extreme!

Yan Quanming looked calm: "Don't hide it from Mr. Bu, my father is Changshan Taishou, and it is my father's intention to invite Mr. Bu to come this time." ”

"It turned out to be Yan Gongzi! Disrespectful, disrespectful! Bu Yunfei said.

Yan Quanming turned out to be the son of Changshan Taishou Yan Gaoqing! That Yan Quanying is Yan Gaoqing's daughter!

Yan Quanming is engaged in tantric mandalas in his residence, Yan Gaoqing will not be ignorant of this!

Tang Dynasty scholars liked the study of Buddhism, and many officials were followers of Zen Buddhism, and it was common for them to talk about Zen poetry with monks. However, none of the official eunuchs have anything to do with Tantra, and the reason is very simple: Tantra is not Buddhism at all, but a kind of cult!

And Yan Gaoqing's son Yan Quanming and daughter Yan Quanying were mixed up with Tantra!

Could it be that Yan Gaoqing is a follower of Tantra, and he may even be a senior elder of Tantra!

Bu Yunfei was in a depressed mood, in order to avoid Qiu Aqing's needle pliers, but he returned to the Longtan Tiger's Den and fell into the hands of this group of paranoid and mysterious Tantric believers!