"The trees of Xiangshan are red and verdant. The cold rain is shivering, and the autumn wind is all over the night before. Welcome road, stone step cloth, all calmly. Feel happy in the cold autumn breeze. ”

Jin Zhong read out the words on the stele, and praised it from time to time, thinking that the person who wrote the words was good and a little literary.

Hu Ye walked up, didn't care that Zhu Di Weishenme would have Li Guang's ability to shoot tigers, and actually shot an arrow into the stone. Instead, he came to the stele and squatted down, touching the words engraved on the stele with his hand, which was so familiar.

"Fragrant Hills and Ten Thousand Trees Floating Red ......"

Every time he touched a word, Hu Ye pronounced that word, because in the 21st century, Hu Ye had also seen this stone tablet. When I first came to Beiping not long ago, I read the poem to Zhang Fu, which was engraved on this stone tablet.

This was the first familiar thing Hu Ye saw after coming to the Ming Dynasty, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

Zhu Di and Zhang Fu also came to the stele and looked at the stele in a daze.

"Wen Bi, is this the poem you said?" Zhu Di glanced at the verses on the stone tablet, and then asked Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu took a few serious glances and determined that this was the poem that Hu Ye sang at the beginning, and he wanted to bring Hu Ye to Xiangshan because of this. So Zhang Fu nodded towards Zhu Di with certainty.

Zhu Di groaned when he heard this, according to Zhang Fu, this poem should be made by Hu Ye's master. Because looking at the age of this stone stele, it is two or three hundred years to say the least. It is estimated that when the monument was erected, Hu Ye had not yet been born, and it was impossible for Hu Ye to fake.

A stone monument from two or three hundred years ago! Zhu Di sighed in his heart, that is to say, Hu Ye's master lived for at least two or three hundred years, which is basically not a realm that people can achieve, and can only be described as an immortal.

Zhu Di is now convinced of Hu Ye's identity, and he is even more sure that Hu Ye has a mysterious master.

"Hu Ye, is this the poem your master made?"

After a sigh, Zhu Di suddenly asked Hu Ye if the news from Hu Ye's mouth was reliable.

"I don't know if it was my master who did it, I only know that my master told me this poem." Hu Ye said casually.

"Since the commander said it, it is most likely that he did it. I didn't expect such a master's poem to have not seen the light of day for many years, which is really a sin and a sin. If it weren't for the tigers today, such masterpieces would have been buried. Zhu Di sighed with emotion, and then instructed the guards, "Come on, remove all the debris around the stone monument, and let it accept the admiration of passers-by, this is a little bit of my help to the master." ”

"The grass people thanked His Highness for the master."

Hu Ye saluted Zhu Di, although this stone tablet has nothing to do with his half a dime, but the play still has to be performed.

"Lord Wang, are you all right?"

As soon as Hu Ye finished speaking, he heard Xu Miaoyin's anxious voice from behind.

It turned out that they also noticed the roar of the guards just now, thinking that there was an assassin assassin, so they hurriedly asked the accompanying guards to bring the children and hurried up.

"It's nothing, it's just a tiger, it's the guards who are making a fuss." Zhu Di comforted Xu Miaoyin, he didn't say anything about the danger just now, he was afraid that Xu Miaoyin would be worried, and Zhu Gaoxi was still in her arms, it was not good to be frightened, so this trip to Xiangshan would be worth the loss.

"It's okay." After listening to Zhu Di's answer, Xu Miaoyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, since everyone is here, let's go to Xiangshan Temple together." Seeing that the woman and the children were following, Zhu Di ordered to continue walking.

He didn't dare to let the team separate anymore, maybe his big team could stop the tiger, but if the tiger killed the children or a few women, the consequences would be very serious.

Walking in the team, Hu Ye was very curious, why did a tiger suddenly burst out? The strange thing is that with Zhu Di's archery skills, the second arrow actually missed, and it was shot in a stone tablet, and it couldn't be pulled out. What's even more strange is that such a poem is engraved on this stone stele. Do you really have a master? The tiger was there to lure people to discover the stele?

After thinking about it for a long time and no result, Hu Ye didn't want to think about it, because he had already come to the gate of Xiangshan Temple.

The abbot of Xiangshan Temple, Juehui, has been waiting at the gate for a long time, Zhu Di is the emperor of Beijing, and he still needs Zhu Di's care in Xiangshan Temple. Many monks still have to go through the control of the Yanwang Mansion before they are submitted to the household department. If he offends Zhu Di, his Xiangshan Temple will be in a difficult position.

"Poor monk Juehui, here to welcome His Royal Highness King Yan." Seeing Zhu Di and others coming up, Juehui hurriedly led a group of monks up to salute.

Zhu Di was in a good mood today, so naturally he didn't put up any shelf, and he also bowed back to the monks with his hands folded, "Abbot Juehui is more polite." ”

"Presumably His Highness is also a little tired along the way, the poor monk prepared some tea and pastries in the side hall, and asked His Highness to move the side hall." Jue Hui leaned sideways and made a gesture of please.

Zhu Di was not polite, he climbed up Xiangshan all the way and walked for nearly an hour, and everyone was indeed a little tired, so they all followed Juehui to the side hall.

When he was studying in Beijing before, Hu Ye went to Xiangshan Temple, but it was all repaired after being robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance. What I see now is the most primitive Xiangshan Temple, although it is not as brilliant as the later generations, but the atmosphere of Buddhism is much stronger.

Everyone was very happy to drink tea and eat pastries, only Zheng Er remained motionless, staring viciously at the monk walking back and forth. The monk who snatched his steamed buns when he was a child had such an impact on him that he hated monks all his life.

After being recruited by Zhu Di as a personal guard, he often had to see Dao Yan, but Dao Yan was Zhu Di's minister of the humerus, and he didn't dare to attack Dao Yan. Seeing so many monks again today, he really wanted to beat them one by one. But after taking a look at Zhu Di, he endured it strongly, he knew the importance of this trip to Zhu Di, if he messed up, the consequences would be very serious.

So after owing two monks last time, Zheng Er owed another monk in his heart, and vowed to beat three monks next time he saw a monk, or beat the same monk three times, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"I don't know if His Royal Highness came to Xiangshan Temple this time to make a wish or to make a wish." After everyone rested, Juehui stepped forward and asked Zhu Di.

"It's to make a wish, and it's to make a wish." Zhu Di replied, and then waved at Zheng Eryi.

Zheng Er walked up with a box very reluctantly and handed it to Juehui.

"Master Juehui, this is five hundred taels of sesame oil money, which can be regarded as a wish I made three years ago." Zhu Di opened the box in Zheng's second-hand and saw five silver ingots of one hundred taels lying inside.

It turned out that Zhu Di and Xu Miaoyin had gone to Xiangshan Temple three years ago, and made a wish at that time that if they could cure Zhu Gaoxi's illness, they would definitely come to repay their vows in the future.

Now that Zhu Gaoxi's illness has been settled, he only needs to be treated by Hu Ye and the two old men this time, if it is done, he must overhaul this Xiangshan Temple for Juehui.

"The poor monk thanked His Highness." Juehui can be regarded as having seen the world, and he didn't blink his eyes in the face of five hundred taels of silver, so he asked someone to put the silver away.

"I wonder what wish Your Highness wants to make?"

After putting away the silver, Juehui asked Zhu Di again.

"Amitabha, that is, to make a wish, is the wish of the heart, and if it is clear, it will not work, and Master Juehui has said more." As soon as Jue Hui finished asking, Dao Yan stood up and said.

"Amitabha, it is indeed a poor monk who has spoken in vain, and I ask His Highness to forgive his sins." Juehui also knew that she was a little speechless, so she hurried to round the field.

The thing of making a wish is a silent thought in the heart, and it will not work if you say it, although Hu Ye thinks that it is not spiritual to be buried in the heart, there are no immortals on Shijie at all, and what wish is not fulfilled by yourself.

"It doesn't matter." Zhu Di smiled, and then said to Dao Yan, "Si Dao, you can talk to Master Juehui about Buddhism, and I will take Miaoyin to the hall to make a wish." ”

"Yes." Dao Yan hurriedly said yes, in fact, debating with people is Dao Yan's favorite, he suffers from no opponent on weekdays, and often preaches to the Buddha statues in the house, and now there is a master-level figure, he is naturally very happy.

Hu Ye was also about to follow Zhu Di to the hall, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got up, that Juehui glanced at him. Then he left Dao Yan and went straight to Hu Ye's side, taking a closer look at Hu Ye's forehead.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor Yintang is black, this is a great omen, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future." Jue Hui looked at it for a while, and then said something that everyone was shocked.