Baiyun Temple, abbot's room.

A few small tables, two cups of tea, the little Taoist, oh no, it should be called now, Tianqingzi, and the abbot Shangde Taoist sat opposite each other.

Shangde Dao Changsheng has a fat head and big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, if you go to the Taoist bun on your head and change the Taoist clothes on your body, it is clearly one, a fat monk.

When the Taoist saw the little Taoist, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "The letter said that you were born rich and jade, and your appearance is extraordinary. ”

The little Taoist priest said modestly: "The appearance is just given by the parents, so I don't mention it." ”

He was not polite, picked up the teacup, tasted it after a salute, and praised: "It's really good tea." This tea soup is turquoise and curly like a snail. Looking at it, it seems that there are white clouds in the dark; Taste it, only to feel the fragrance of people. This must be the best Biluo Spring. In the land of Sichuan and Shu, it is really rare to be able to drink such Biluo Spring. ”

The Taoist chief of Shangde was overjoyed when he heard it: "Daoist friend said it well. This tea is a poor road coincidence, only to get some. Daoyou can recognize it at a glance as a high-grade Biluochun, and it is obviously a person who understands tea. ”

The little Taoist priest smiled faintly: "Between the breeze and the bright moon, taste a pot of tea, and then blow a flute, this is the first great joy in life." ”

These words are scratching the itch of the Taoist people, and he is happy, and the fat face is smiling as Maitreya Buddha. I just feel that although this little Taoist priest is young, his taste is really extraordinary, and he is very good at fighting with himself.

Shangde Taoist people are most obsessed with Xiao in their lives, known as "Dong Xiao Zhenren", and when they heard the word "Xiao" in the words of the little Taoist, they asked: "Daoyou, you are also good Xiao?" ”

The little Taoist priest replied calmly: "The voice of the cave flute is quiet and elegant, which is in line with the mood of cultivators such as me. When I have nothing to do, I often play a song. It's just," he sighed: "Five years of flute and ten years of Xiao, this flute is very difficult to learn." Poor Dao suffers from no guidance from a master, the level of this, hey, can't be elegant. ”

Shangde Daoist smiled: "The best in the life of Poor Dao is also Xiao, since Taoist friends also have like-minded friends, it is better to blow a song now, let Poor Dao taste one or two." ”

The little Taoist priest was not polite, took out the nine-section flute, and calmly blew a song "The Sound of the Jade Flute"

This flute, he really knows.

Tianyun real people have been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and often feel lonely and lonely. At this time, he was attached to music. Walking alone, naturally he couldn't carry a zither, so he chose the flute.

A purple bamboo flute, Tianyun Zhenren has been blowing for decades, and he has to blow a few songs every day, and his attainments are extraordinary. The little Taoist priest is really boring in the mountains, and it is rare to see such a fun thing, so he naturally pesters to learn. It's a pity that his master is really lazy and lazy, except for the art of ghost hunting, he doesn't even bother to teach other Taoism, let alone this flute. Only when the sound of the little Taoist priest's flute was really unbearable and polluted his ears, he would reluctantly give a few pointers.

Therefore, the little Taoist flute can blow, but this level, after more than ten years, is indeed not very good.

Listening to him blow a song, Shangde Zhenren was noncommittal, but saw that the little Taoist priest sincerely asked for advice, and out of etiquette, he casually pointed out a few deficiencies.

Unexpectedly, the little Taoist priest has an extraordinary understanding, and the basic skills of this are also solid, and what he lacks is only the guidance of the master. Therefore, Shangde Zhenren only said a few words, and his level could be improved.

This time, Shangde Zhenren, who was born to be a good teacher, immediately became interested. Others call it "Dong Xiao Zhenren", and the technique of blowing the flute with one hand is unmatched by few people in the Great Song Dynasty. The little Taoist priest was overjoyed to get his guidance, and immediately put out the questions accumulated for more than ten years. So these two people, one was happy to teach, the other was excited to learn, and before they knew it, they stayed in the room for a day, and they couldn't even take care of lunch.

It wasn't until sunset that the old and the young pressed their hungry stomachs, looked at each other and laughed, only feeling extremely happy!

Back in the guest room, Tian Xuanzi smiled and said, "It seems that you have a good conversation with the people of Shangdedao." ”

"That's," the little Taoist priest said proudly, "You know him well, and with you as a military advisor, it's hard not to please him." Let's go, I'm hungry, please go eat something delicious. ”

On the second day, the little Taoist priest continued to ask for advice from the Taoist people. It wasn't until the third day that Li Guogong had no time to spare, and he should come to visit with his wife at the appointment of Shangde Zhenren.

While waiting outside the abbot, the little Taoist priest was apprehensive. He has always been indifferent, but at this time, he really can't find that normal heart.

Hey, how does this feel like, the hairy-footed son-in-law sees the old man?

It's all Rou'er, so bad for her innocence. After she was done, she was fine, and she walked away, causing herself a lot of trouble. The little Taoist priest was full of resentment in his heart.

Half an hour later, the Taoist boy called.

The little Taoist priest straightened his clothes and pushed the door in.

In the abbot's room, the main seat is Shangde Zhenren, and the guest seats are Li Guogong and Guogong Lady.

As rumored, Li Guogong is very handsome, which adds a bit of heroism to the handsomeness inherited from the Great Song royal family. The Duchess on his right, the little Taoist priest did not dare to look closely. Just a rough look, I feel very elegant.

Rou'er was born so stunningly, it really makes sense.

Li Guogong looked at the little Taoist priest carefully, and he was also very satisfied, and nodded again and again. He said gently, "But Tianqingzi? ”

"It's the poor road." The little Taoist priest responded, and then respectfully handed over the letter of Du Mu and the precept, as well as the handwritten letter of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, with both hands.

These have been confirmed by the Taoist people, and there is no problem, so after Li Guogong took it, he just flipped it over hastily, and handed it back to the little Taoist: "In the future, you will live in Xiangyun Temple, pray for the blessing and disaster of our country's government, and avoid evil!" ”

The little Taoist priest arched his hand: "Do your best!" ”

When they met for the first time, Li Guogong and the little Taoist priest did not have a deep chat, but only talked about some Taoist allusions.

There are three thousand Taoist collections, and although the little Taoist priest does not read much, the most common ones are still read. And because the mountain is really boring, he knows everything he can read very well, so it is naturally no problem to deal with the next two laymen.

Moreover, he gave eloquence, and the story was eloquent. Even if the three people here have heard these allusions, they think they are very interesting. Even the Duchess couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh a few times, her voice was very delicate and beautiful, quite a bit of a soft demeanor.

After a good conversation, the little Taoist priest went to Prince Gong's Mansion with Grandpa Guo. Before leaving, Shangde Daoist was reluctant, sent a treasured purple bamboo flute, and held the hand of the little Taoist, repeatedly told him to come to the gathering when he was free, and the little Taoist was full of promises.

Riding a big yellow horse, the little Taoist priest followed the carriage and walked slowly. Sichuan Shu is a tall horse, and his horse is full of praise for the grandfather of the country, and he has a high opinion of him.

entered the palace. Prince Gong's Mansion occupies a very large area, all the way, the little Taoist priest will see that there are four doors, six main halls, four apsees, and more with the hall, and everywhere is dignified and solemn, it is really the royal weather.

The chariots and horses marched straight into the apse, which was already the inner courtyard. Go down and you'll go to bed.

The carriage stopped, Li Guogong lifted the curtains, and after a few words, a servant ran over, nodded and led the little Taoist priest into the courtyard. That's where the auspicious cloud view is.

The old Taoist priest of Xiangyunguan got the news, led a little Taoist boy, and was waiting there for a long time. This old Taoist priest's surname is Li, and the people in the house call him "Li Lao Dao".

The little Taoist priest greeted him with a courtesy and met him with the courtesy of his elders, but Li Laodao said "I don't dare", he was only willing to talk with the courtesy of his peers, and repeatedly said that everything in the view of the big and small things depends on the little Taoist, and he only bears all the chores.

The little Taoist priest sighed secretly, although this person is mediocre, but in the end he has lived for decades, the truth is still understood.

Li Laodao is nearly fifty years old, and he has a dialect, and it is very difficult for others to hear when he speaks, and he is really unbearable. If it weren't for Li Guogong remembering him here for many years, Xiangyunguan lived in it when it was first built, and never left when the palace was ownerless, which can be regarded as a high level of hard work, and he would have been driven out of Xiangyunguan a long time ago.

Li Laodao also knows this very well, so as soon as they meet, he puts his posture low, and the meaning in and out of his words is that he is just eating and living in a mixed place, and he will never dare to fight for any power, take any profit, or make any stumbling block.

That little Taoist boy was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was Li Laodao's grandson and nephew, and he didn't even have a degree or a precept, and he didn't dare to speak loudly.

In just half an hour, the third steward of Prince Gong's Mansion personally led a few male servants to send the best quilts and robes one by one. Obviously, under the orders of Li Guogong, these three stewards were very respectful to the little Taoist, asking for warmth and warmth, and taking care of everything. When Li Laodao saw it, he was surprised in his heart, and in the eyes of the little Taoist, he was a little more careful.

After everything was arranged, the little Taoist priest turned around. This Taoist temple is a private Taoist temple, but it is a heavy one. But after the reconstruction, the building is tall and extraordinary. There are even four side rooms, which are enough for use.

Li Laodao gave up the best side room. The wing room is spacious, with large windows and a corner of the back garden hidden from the window. At first glance, the scenery is very pleasant. The little Taoist priest was satisfied.

The location of this Taoist temple is to take "quiet", and there is a distance from other courtyards. There is a kind of taste, although it is in the middle of the city, but far away from the world. Very few people from the palace come here, but it is just a woman, who delivers three meals a day. The little Taoist priest patiently listened to what the woman said a lot, and only then did he determine one thing: in the past month, except for the eldest lady who had been in a coma for nearly three months, suddenly woke up, nothing else had happened.

Nothing big happens, that's a good thing. Thinking about the expressions and behaviors of the grandfather and the princess of the country that day, the little Taoist priest was sure that at least Rou'er did not suffer a major disaster. That's enough!

The place was quiet, and the little Taoist priest who was relieved began to work hard. Every day, I meditate and practice and recite the Taoist scriptures. When you are tired and tired, you will play a to entertain yourself, and your life will be quiet and comfortable.

After seven or eight days of such silence, the little Taoist priest began to feel anxious:

Calculating the time, Xu Ruoxue should have arrived in Chongqing Mansion three days earlier, and now she is waiting anxiously at the inn. I have to find a way to go out and meet her.

Also, after all these days, there is still no news from Rou'er, and I don't know what happened to her?

No, you have to think of a way. Otherwise, if you wait like this, when will it be a head?