The old monk was wearing a washed monk's robe that had been somewhat white, his body was thin, and the originally loose robe was set off with more and more fat, his hair and beard were all white, his skin was shriveled, and his wrinkled face was full of traces carved by the years.

Jiang Long had been paying attention to the movement in the small courtyard, and was the first to turn his head and look over.

Then he looked the old monk up and down, and secretly thought in his heart, the feng shui of the Jialan Temple is really good, this old monk is afraid that he is also eighty years old!

In this era, people's life expectancy is generally not high, and living to be 60 years old is considered a high life.

There is a saying that thirty is standing, forty is not confused, fifty knows fate, sixty is a sixtieth year, and seventy is rare.

And this Garan Temple not only lived to the eighty-three years old of Master Guichen, who had passed away not long ago, but the old monk in front of him should also be about the same age as Master Guichen.

As the old monk walked, the monk's robe was blown by the mountain wind, but although the pace was slow, it was very steady.

Mrs. Jing also noticed at this time, and without waiting for the old monk to approach, she clasped her hands together and bowed deeply respectfully, "Amitabha, I haven't seen you for many days, Master Guilin, don't come unharmed." ”

"Amitabha." Master Guilin bent down and returned the salute, "The female donor is still as healthy as before." ”

Jiang Long heard the old monk's Dharma name, and determined that he and Master Guichen were both from the same generation, and they should be senior brothers.

Master Guilin exchanged a few words with Mrs. Jing again, and suddenly said with a straight face: "Buddhism is good, the female donor also sincerely believes in the Buddha, and my Buddha is compassionate, but why does the female donor repeatedly wave a sharp weapon to kill people in the Garan Temple?" ”

"Amitabha!" Old Madam Jing closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"The female benefactor is quite hateful, it is better to find a quiet place, become a nun, and after a hundred years, it is good to ascend to the West Heaven Bliss."

Master Guilin accepted the fierce face, his face was sincere, and he sincerely advised.

"With blood-stained hands, countless lives on my back, and all the evil things I have done, how can I still get out of the house?" Old Madam Jing looked confused and muttered softly.

"The Buddha said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! ”

Old Madam Jing was stunned at first, and then shook her head again and again, "Although the Hongchen world is just a cloud of smoke in the past, the old body is just a layman, compared to Master Guichen and Master Guilin, free and easy, trapped in this cloud and smoke, can't let go, can't throw away." ”

"Amitabha!"

Master Guilin saw that he couldn't move, and recited the Buddha's name for a long time.

Mrs. Jing immediately folded her hands in return.

"This general has been standing for a long time, why don't you show mercy to the female benefactor and let him step down?" Master Guilin glanced at Cheng Wu at this time, and spoke again.

Mrs. Jing was extremely devout in her belief in the Buddha, and when she heard Master Guilin say this, she waved her hand lightly at Cheng Wu.

Cheng Wu, who was standing here stupidly and being ignored as a stake, saw this, and hurriedly turned around and retreated.

Originally, the forbidden army who had been watching the excitement here, but the moment Cheng Wu moved, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

They all knew that this deputy commander was not only scheming, but also ruthless and very cautious.

If he sees himself watching his excitement, he will definitely be retaliated against in the future.

Cheng Wu felt embarrassed at this time, his face was flushed, as if everyone was looking at him, he didn't want to stay here and be watched by his subordinates, so he beckoned a centurion who was trusted by him to watch the foreign envoy in the room, and hurriedly walked out of the small courtyard.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the hospital door that he let out a long sigh of relief.

Then his hands clenched into fists, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Old lady of the Jing family, let's see!" ”

"This must be the son of your mansion, right?"

At this time, Master Guilin's gaze moved to Jiang Long's body.

Jiang Long also looked at him, only to see Master Guilin's eyes dim, like a wick about to go out, there was no superior demeanor on his body, he was weak and thin, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was very kind and kind.

"It's the grandson of the old body." When Mrs. Jing saw Master Guilin mention her grandson, the corners of her mouth instantly showed a smile.

"Nothing?"

Master Guilin's eyes were still dim, and he didn't show his essence, but he shook his head and said, "If you are brave and cowardly, if you are wise and foolish!" Xu we all looked away. ”

"Huh?" Old Madam Jing showed a puzzled look.

Jiang Long didn't care, being able to cross over here made him unsure if there was really a god and a Buddha on this shijie.

But the people who have attained the Tao are not so easy to meet.

In his previous life, he was a liar, and he seemed to be so profound when he fooled people, so that the other party was confused and confused.

If it was really more eloquent, he really wouldn't lose to Master Guilin.

"Amitabha, it's good to return to Master Lin." The proper etiquette, Jiang Long will not forget, the elderly people, and take the initiative to mention him, he naturally has to take the initiative to say hello first, but the action of clasping his hands together and saluting is very casual.

Master Guilin returned the favor cautiously, not because of how much respect he had for Jiang Long, but because he was pious to the Buddha, and only after getting up did he smile: "Xiaoyou has no Buddha in his heart, but he has no relationship with the temple." ”

"The master has seen it thoroughly, and he should indeed go to those who are destined, as for the younger generations......

Speaking of this, Jiang Long paused, a playful smile appeared in his eyes, and he spread his hands and said: "The younger generation should be the big one, and often come to give the masters in the temple money for sesame oil, after all, if all the people in the world are monks, how can all the monks in this temple be starved to death?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lin Ya burst into laughter.

Then he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his little hand.

Afraid of attracting the attention of the people around her, she hurriedly lowered her head, but her eyes instinctively glanced at Jiang Long, and there was a hint of curiosity in her clear beautiful eyes.

Dai Lisi also felt quite funny, and also glanced at Jiang Long, who was surprised that Jiang Long didn't seem to be as dull as he had in his impression.

"Blame!"

Old Madam Jing glared at Jiang Long's shoulder, but her mouth was reprimanded, but her eyes were full of pampering and smiling, and her subordinates didn't use any strength, it didn't hurt or itch, "The old grandson lacks discipline, and I ask Master Guilin not to worry about this child." ”

"It's okay." Master Guilin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Amitabha, what the little donor said is not unreasonable. ”

Seeing that Master Guilin showed a helpless look, all the people in Jingfu who were around laughed out loud.

Mrs. Jing waved her hand after a while, and everyone stopped laughing.

"Jing Gongzi is quick to think and eloquent, he should have read a book, right?" Master Guichen opened his mouth again, "Previously, the emperor and the prince's envoys in the palace sent a handwritten elegiac couplet to mourn the senior brother, and the elegiac couplet should have been hung high to show that the emperor and the prince valued the senior brother and the temple, but the senior brother had an explanation before his death, and the things after death did not need to be done grandly.

Just set up a pile of dry wood in the front yard of the life, place the body on it, and cremate it after seven days.

The ink treasures of the emperor and the crown prince are precious and priceless things, how can they be hung in the courtyard at will and be beaten by the wind and rain?

If it is damaged, it is the sins of the temple. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Long already understood a little, and said: "The ink of the emperor and the crown prince cannot be damaged, so the master wants the younger generation to write a memorial couplet to commemorate the master and hang it on both sides of the master's body?" ”

"Jing Gongzi is smart." Master Guilin clasped his hands together.

Old Madam Jing's eyes lit up instantly when she heard this.

Master Guichen is a monk who has attained the Tao, during his lifetime, he traveled in all directions to do good, became famous all over the world, proficient in Buddhism, and was the leader of the two worlds of Buddhism and Taoism in the Great Qi Dynasty.

In the vicinity of the capital, its prestige is even so high that everyone knows it.

If your grandson can write a couplet for Master Guichen at this time, and the time will go out, I am afraid that I will not be able to become famous in the capital?

When the time comes, the Jingjia will be able to appear in front of the eyes of the world again.

In recent years, Jingfu has declined, its reputation is not obvious, and it has almost been forgotten, and Mrs. Jing also wants to restore the former prestige of the mansion.

It's just that there was no haode opportunity before.

It's not that she's content with the ordinary.

With the wealth of Jingfu, the ordinary means destruction!

Now that she has a chance to get ahead, Mrs. Jing is naturally moved.

But after thinking about it for a while, she shook her head helplessly, although her grandson also reads, but his talent can only be said to be not stupid, usual, no matter how old he is, he can barely keep the family business, and he has never worked hard for reading because of his physical illness before.

The talent is average, and I haven't put in enough sweat, how can I make a haode couplet?

Master Guilin just praised Jianglong for his quick thinking, good speech, and intelligence, but Old Madam Jing just thought that Master Guichen was saying kind words.

If I can prepare in advance, I can spend a lot of money to buy a haode couplet, and let my grandson, who has never really been in front of people, be in the limelight.

Mrs. Jing sighed lightly in her heart, and she was about to open her mouth to resign from this great opportunity.

But at this time, Jiang Long was not stage frightened, rolled up a pair of sleeves with a big grin, and smiled brightly, "Come on, pen and ink are waiting!" ”

Everyone in Jingfu didn't expect Jiang Long to really write a couplet, and they were a little stunned for a while.

Because the jade hairpin and the treasure bottle were women, they were very chaotic here before, and at this time they were protected to stand in the crowd, and after coming back to their senses, they couldn't help but look at each other with wide eyes.

How much ink is in their sons' stomachs, although they are illiterate, they also know quite well.

"Huh?"

Seeing that no one answered, Jiang Long couldn't help but turn around.

The vase rolled his eyes, and said, "Little young master, wait a minute, the slave will go and get it." ”

After that, he ran out of the small courtyard as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

When Jingfu went out, he naturally carried all kinds of daily necessities, and there was no shortage of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Mrs. Jing was a little embarrassed at this time, she also knew the level of her grandson's poetry, and she might barely be able to write an ordinary elegy, but this was written for Master Guichen, and it would inevitably be known by countless people afterwards.

If you can't write well and are ordinary, you will be ridiculed and lose Jingfu's face.

Only if it is well written will it be praised.

But now that Jiang Long has opened her mouth, she can't stop it, her grandson, who has a somewhat cowardly personality, is rarely confident, and she doesn't want to stop the blow.

That's it, if the writing is not good, I will secretly ask Master Guilin to wait for us to leave, and then quietly take it down.

It's a big deal to give more money for sesame oil today.

Old Madam Jing said secretly.

After a while, the treasure bottle took pen and ink, and asked people to bring the tables and chairs in the car.

Jiang Long stepped forward and sat down, letting the jade hairpin spread out the pages and press the four corners of the rice paper with a paperweight.

At some point, Delis came to his side, grinding ink, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a good connection in your heart?" ”

"What do you mean, don't believe brother?"

Jiang Long smiled secretly in his heart.

"If you didn't think of it, my sister-in-law can help you a thing or two." Seeing that Jiang Long didn't answer, Dai Lisi said again.

At this time, because it was too close, a wisp of body fragrance on Delisi's body poured into Jiang Long's nose with the wind, making Jiang Long can't help but sniff lightly.

"But sister-in-law can't help you in vain."

And the benefits!

Jiang Long laughed.

"How?" Seeing that Jiang Long always didn't speak, Dai Lisi asked in a low voice.

But the answer was Jiang Long's playful eyes.

"Look at me!"

The ink has been polished, Jiang Long dipped the pen in the ink, and swiped the pen on the rice paper, and the upper link was completed overnight!

"Dead monk in Garan Monastery!"

Seeing these words, Delis almost fell on her head.