Lin Qiantan and Wei Jiayin walked on the floor of the old tower of the temple, which was deserted for some time, and the wooden planks were trampled by the two of them. Even if both of them tried to level their feet, there was still a feeling that they were not stepping on the ground.

The tower is dilapidated, and in many places it is easy to see that it was burned.

As Wei Jiayin said, although Lin Qiantan often comes to the White Horse Temple, or asks for a signature, or chats with the little master here about Buddhist scriptures, she really hasn't been to this place like a library building.

The tower is divided into five floors, each of which is connected by an escalator, and the more you go up, the narrower the place becomes, but at the same time, the view is naturally wider.

Standing at the window of the fifth floor of the tower, you can see the scenery of the top of the low hill standing against the tower.

Wei Jiayin was like a tour guide, familiar with Lin Qiantan and took Lin Qiantan there. The two of them could see that after crossing the top of the mountain, on the other side of the hill was an endless forest behind the mountain.

The trees are layered on top of each other, dotted with snow, like waves on the sea, and wave after wave twists their waists with the wind, making a low roar like a roar.

I don't know if Lin Qiantan had an illusion, but she felt that it looked a little eerie and terrifying, not quite like the leisurely and solemn of Buddhism. Especially when the sky is overcast, it looks even more ghostly.

Wei Jiayin said: "The weather is cold, and this scenery is not as bright and beautiful as spring and summer, so I can only say that we are not at the right time." If there is a lot of snow, the white and green trees look very beautiful. ”

Lin Qiantan smiled and said nothing, if it wasn't for the snow stopping, how could they come up to the mountains.

This is also the first time she has seen this wood.

The sun that was still hanging in the sky when he came out in the morning was already covered by clouds at this time, and Wei Jiayin himself felt a little disappointed. Originally, I wanted to introduce the best scenery in my mind to Lin Qiantan, so that Lin Qiantan could also come and see it.

Lin Qiantan smiled and said, "Next time, it's over."

Wei Jiayin smiled and said "Okay", and the two turned around again and walked towards the bookshelf on the side.

The two of them returned to the tower.

Lin Qiantan carefully looked at the books hidden in this tower, full of interest. Wei Jiayin didn't look interested. She had read the books in the tower a few times when she had been here before, but she had not seen anything that interested her.

Lin Qiantan is different.

From the moment she stepped in and knew that there were many books here, Lin Qiantan's heart moved, and she thought that maybe she could take this opportunity to see if there was any news about the previous dynasty.

After all, according to Wei Jiayin, this place will be blocked, which is originally related to the previous dynasty. Although it has reopened now, the books that are not suitable for the appearance should have been disposed of. But...... I don't know if there will be any fish that the monks of the temple did not notice when they sorted it out.

Lin Qiantan was looking for it, and she really asked her to find half of the portrait in a corner on the fourth floor.

It was an old copy of the Myoho-renge-kyo, and it was no surprise that the monk who was sorting out the book did not notice it, and half of the portrait would have been left in the folder there.

Because there is only such a half, Lin Qiantan can't see the facial features of the person in the painting, but from the preserved text, it can be seen that this painting is clearly a bust of the princess of the Xia Dynasty.

On the portrait, the conspicuous word "princess" has not been destroyed. The clothes worn by the people in the painting can also be seen as the style of the old court.

I just don't know if this princess is the famous third princess of the Xia Dynasty.

Lin Qiantan watched it interestingly, but Wei Jiayin was bored, and she had already gone to read the book she brought, while talking to Lin Qiantan: "I didn't expect you to like Buddhist scriptures."

Lin Qiantan replied casually, while taking out half of the portrait in his hand, taking advantage of the guarded monk's defenselessness, and quickly receiving it from his sleeve, he closed the scriptures and turned back to Wei Jiayin and continued to talk: "Actually, I don't like it, but I just take a look at it."

Lin Qiantan remembered that she had heard Zhou Yi say that because the third princess was born weak, she often went to places like the temple to pray for her body.

The two stayed on the tower for a while, came down again, and then went to the back mountain for a little walk, there are many wild fruits and mountain treasures in the forest, which is a place for the monks of the temple to collect food. There have been no poisonous insects and beasts in the mountain for a long time, but even so, there is still a monk who follows them step by step and is responsible for guiding them: "The two female donors don't know, behind this mountain, there is a cliff, the height is difficult to measure, the poor monk does not follow, the two female donors mainly accidentally walked there and had an accident, but it is not good."

Lin Qiantan smiled and smiled at the little monk who looked kind, but when she didn't hear it, there was a hint of stiffness in the little monk's words. Wei Jiayin couldn't help but be unhappy when he heard this. Her Wei family is one of the gold owners of this White Horse Temple, when she is on the tower, it doesn't matter if someone is staring, and when she comes down to this broken forest, she has to stare at it, what does it mean?

Lin Qiantan grabbed Wei Jiayin and didn't ask Wei Jiayin to continue to say anything.

Everyone has a secret, Lin Qiantan thought to herself.

Just like Concubine Xiao, isn't there also a rockery forest that doesn't like to be approached? The White Horse Temple has a long history, and it is naturally involved with the Xia Dynasty, and there are some things that are not willing to be known by others, which is really understandable.

When the little monk saw this, he was very satisfied.

Lin Qiantan picked a few mushrooms nearby, and waited for Wei Jiayin, who finally came up, for a while, and the two were ready to use the things they picked for dinner.

Although the little monks are young, the attitude of not allowing them to continue to move forward is very tough, Lin Qiantan knows each other very well, and he can't make trouble here. Soon, together with Wei Jiayin, he walked towards the wing room where they came.

Lin Qiantan didn't pay attention, she and Wei Jiayin walked on the steps of the White Horse Temple and walked to the high platform, and in the forest behind them, there seemed to be something, and suddenly moved.

*

The kitchen monks of the White Horse Temple are extremely skilled, and the things they grow themselves grow in this place where they absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. Lin Qiantan and Wei Jiayin ate a bowl of fragrant and nutritious vegetarian porridge.

The things in his mouth were fragrant and sweet, Wei Jiayin also dissipated his anger towards the monks, and Lin Qiantan had not been so relaxed for a few days. With Wei Jiayin's cleverness, he would not fail to see the strangeness of these monks who came to the temple this time, Lin Qiantan smiled and said: Why do you have to worry about them. ”

However, the good mood of the two of them was once again a little discounted after meeting Lin Bixiang, who came to the White Horse Temple with them.

The girl in front of her, dressed in a beautiful long dress, was already bright in the house, and her appearance was even more colorful because of the proper decoration of her clothes. It's that women drool when they see it, let alone men.

Of course, Lin Bixiang would not be interested in any Buddhist teachings. She is Xiang Zhuang dancing sword, meaning Pei Gong. It's just a pity that Chu Jiang really didn't come, but Lin Qiantan prepared a bottle of poison for her.

Lin Bixiang's thoughts are not complicated, she only thinks that although Lin Qiantan did not travel with Chu Jiang, it is still very likely that the two will meet in the White Horse Temple. Lin Qiantan smelled, this person was afraid that he was wearing some kind of sachet that aroused desire!

Lin Qiantan realized it later, and thought that it was no wonder that she walked slowly all the way and was not in a hurry to catch up with her. I'm afraid that he tried to "meet by chance" Chu Jiang, who was also going to the White Horse Temple, on the way, but he didn't meet Chu Jiang, but was entangled by a few refugees who were said to have come thousands of miles from the north.

When Lin Bixiang came over, Lin Qiantan was drinking the last bite of porridge in the bowl, and Lin Qiantan was glad that her mood for eating would not be affected. What Lin Bixiang came here for, she knew it, but if Lin Bixiang didn't break it, what did she have to say?

Lin Bixiang had already been greedy for the fragrance of a room at this time, but she thought that she couldn't look down on what the little monks in this temple ate, and she didn't want to fall behind in front of Lin Qiantan.

Lin Qiantan said deliberately: "Sister, do you want to sit down and eat some?"

Where will Lin Bixiang take it.

*

Lin Bixiang didn't see Chu Jiang here in Lin Qiantan as she wished, and left unwillingly. Lin Qiantan didn't care if she stayed. When they came out, the sky was clear, but on this kind of snowy day, it was not easy to go down the mountain. Even for the sake of safety, Lin Bixiang will not be in a hurry to leave.

Lin Qiantan weighed the small bottle in her cuff without a trace, and thought about it, later, how to ask people out, so that Lin Bixiang will always go on the road forever, and no one can doubt herself.

Lin Qiantan thought about things, Wei Jiayin interrupted her thoughts after a while, she has always looked down on Lin Qiantan, her half-sister, not to mention the things that Lin Bixiang has done, and what can make people change their opinion of her.

Lin Qiantan was called back to her senses, and just heard her say: "Your sister, could it be that you have taken a fancy to which great monk in this temple again?" Is she so hungry that even the monk won't let go? ”

Lin Qiantan heard her vicious and funny, and laughed loudly, but she was serious: "Who knows, I really can't say ......"

Wei Jiayin was also half-jokingly mocking, but who knew that Lin Qiantan still underestimated her sister. Green Jade followed Lin Bixiang out for a trip, and when she came back, she really told Lin Qiantan that Wei Jiayin was right.

If Chu Jiang doesn't come, Lin Bixiang is naturally boring. Thinking again, how could there be one or two impure monks in this White Horse Temple, she wanted it.

Lin Qiantan smiled and said: "If you keep an eye on it, my eighth sister will not only be satisfied with teasing the little monk." Before she died, she did a good deed, cleaning the door of the White Horse Temple. Arrest those great monks who are pretending to practice, drive them out, and return this Buddhist door to a clean place. ”

Green Jade also knew what Lin Qiantan wanted to do to Lin Bixiang, nodded, and then went.

She is not a golden lotus, and she does not have that kind of affection. So if the master wants to kill someone, even if she resists in her heart, she can only bite the bullet. I thought to myself, as long as I could get the trust of my master, I would have to go back to the sword mountain and the sea of fire.

Not long after, the little girl who followed the green jade was called back by the green jade and reported to Lin Qian Tan that in the house over there, Lin Bixiang sounded like it was starting business.

Lin Qiantan said: "Then go and inform the people in the temple, be careful, and go over to arrest people." Just say...... The girl from Chunxianglou in the city came to the little master in the temple to return to the vulgar. "Her eighth sister, even if she is embarrassed, will never admit that she is the eighth lady of the Dongshan Houfu.

Wei Jiayin asked her what the green jade and other little girls were doing in and out, Lin Qiantan shook her head with a smile and told her, "It's nothing ......"

Wei Jiayin didn't ask much.

Lin Bixiang naturally had a burst of chickens and dogs jumping on her side, but it was a pity that the big monks didn't go fast enough, and when the matter was over, the sun in the sky had fallen. Lin Qiantan looked at the gloomy and gloomy sky, and thought to herself, if the White Horse Temple drove Lin Bixiang out, then she could do it on the mountain road without realizing it, and throw the black cauldron to the thieves who didn't know who it was.

When the time comes, follow Lin Bixiang and the others back to the Hou Mansion to report the news, and this matter will not involve her.

Lin Qiantan thought well, Lin Bixiang was indeed staying in the temple. As for those monks who are not firm in their hearts, most of them can't escape the fate of being expelled from the monastery.

The night of this night fell earlier than usual, Lin Qiantan and Wei Jiayin had an early meal in the temple and rested early. I don't know that there is an uninvited guest who they are all very familiar with at this time, riding a horse and approaching the intersection of the mountain gate.

*

When Emperor Tianlong's decree was delivered to the barracks, several of his generals told the messenger that Wang Yuanzhao had been poisoned and was in a coma.

In fact, "Wang Yuanzhao" lying in the army is just a trick disguised by others to cover people's ears and eyes.

The little eunuch hadn't seen Wang Yuanzhao much, but he was deceived by a fake that looked five points like Wang Yuanzhao.

Wang Yuanzhao also paid attention to the movements in the court. It's not so much that Emperor Tianlong will suddenly ask a few of them to return to Beijing, but rather, these are his own intentions.

It's just through the mouth of a certain beloved son who wants to be spoken.

The eunuch who was thousands of miles away was still visiting the unconscious "Wang Yuanzhao", but in fact, Wang Yuanzhao himself had already embarked on the road to Beijing one step in advance.

*

Wang Yuanzhao's close body and soul were worried about whether something would happen to him like this.

He glanced at his brothers who had already walked to the outskirts of Beijing, and laughed: "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine."

He himself, a person who is plotting to rebel, where would he really care whether Emperor Tianlong is happy or not. Don't say that Emperor Tianlong didn't have a chance to know. Even if he knew that he returned to Beijing one step ahead of time, what could he do? The heavens and the earth are big, and his own life does not matter.

Staying in the army, he didn't know if he would be able to return to the capital alive under the intense assassination. Anyway, the person who replaced him was already terminally ill, and his time was short, so he had just spent money to buy him to stay in the barracks for himself to attract the attention of the Assassins. He himself returned to the capital.

That person is fine, naturally it is the best, and he can use the last time of his life to enjoy his family with his wife and children, and his big deal is to suffer a little bit of the crime of bullying the king from Emperor Tianlong. As for whether the Wang family of the Yan State Mansion will be scolded for this, it is not within his consideration.

And if anything happens to that man......

Wang Yuanzhao looked at the darkness in all directions, complained in his heart that this winter had come too early, and then looked up at the highest mountain in front of him, asked the people behind him, and said, "It's almost time to get to the White Horse Temple here, right?"

Someone immediately behind him came out and answered the word "yes".

They and their group, who can't go to the village or the back of the shop, either sleep in the wilderness and drink the northwest wind, or simply go to the mountains to spend the night. Wang Yuanzhao was still a little hesitant about what to do, but suddenly he saw a broken carriage that he looked very familiar with stopped at the mountain gate, which Lin Qiantan often used to hide people's eyes when he usually went out.

Wang Yuanzhao's eyes lit up, like black jewel-like eyes, especially bright in the dark night.

He did not hesitate any longer, but gave the order, and the group dismounted and walked up. While walking, Wang Yuanzhao said: "Brothers, be careful, the mountain road is slippery." If anyone accidentally falls and enters Beijing tomorrow, this first drink will be his treat. ”

A group of men with different personalities and temperaments listened to this, and they all laughed, most of them were a few generals who were used in the original imperial court, and they followed Wang Yuanzhao for a while, and they all liked him. No, they dare to accompany Wang Yuanzhao to do such a deceptive thing.

A few people laughed, then led the horses in the dark, and walked towards the mountain road over there, the night was cold, but Wang Yuanzhao felt warm on his body.

Although he has a few old wounds on his body that have just been opened, he himself is in good health, and in addition, there is a hope in his heart, and the wind like a knife in winter has become an encouragement for him to go faster......

*

Wang Yuanzhao used a strategy to get rid of the shell of the golden cicada and returned to the capital one step earlier, and at the same time, in the barracks thousands of miles away, the man who replaced Wang Yuanzhao had just sent the eunuch sent by Emperor Tianlong away.

He had been lying in the hospital bed for several days, thinking that there would be an "assassination" as his employer called it, but it turned out to be calm and nothing happened......

This man's body was already very weak, and he couldn't figure out why, so he simply didn't think about it.

Anyway, the employer paid a lot of money. It's not bad that he can go home and spend his last days with his wife and children after he completes his mission......

*

At the same time, Wang Yuanzhao had climbed to the gate of the White Horse Temple, and their group came up specially on a windy and snowy day, and they were dressed in military uniforms, and the monks of the White Horse Temple had no reason not to take them in.

The White Horse Temple quickly opened the door for them, and they walked inside. Wang Yuanzhao guessed in his heart that Lin Qiantan was probably here again, but there was still a group of people watching, and he was not too blatant, so he had to be patient and follow the monks of White Horse Temple to the wing room of the temple to entertain them.

Anyway, let's get a night's sleep first.

Wang Yuanzhao looked at the direction of the wind in the sky, and then calculated, thinking to himself, this north wind came suddenly, it seems that it will snow heavily the day after tomorrow at the latest, if you are lucky, you can also meet Lin Qiantan. He had learned several new trades from a cook in the barracks, and he had just brought them to try them out for her.

I just don't know if there are any living creatures in this deep mountain that he wants......

*

Lin Qiantan had a strange dream that night, she dreamed that she had turned into a peeled cicada, and a praying mantis was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, approaching her and pressing her there.

She was inexplicable, looking at the praying mantis as if she wanted to eat her, but she didn't do anything for a while, she was about to say something to the praying mantis, at this time, she saw that behind the praying mantis, there was a yellow finch pinching its footsteps, approaching little by little......

She was half-asleep, and when she opened her eyes, she only felt that she was in a cold sweat, and for a while she couldn't tell where she was. Until the bursts of body fragrance from the girl who slept with her woke her up. Only then did she realize that she was sleeping soundly with Wei Jiayin in the temple wing of the White Horse Temple.

Lin Qiantan looked at Wei Jiayin, who subconsciously wrapped around and used her body as a pillow after falling asleep, and she was a little funny.

Wei Jiayin is usually arrogant on her face, and ordinary people can't get into her eyes. She is graceful and generous, knows etiquette and abides by the rules, and is the most quiet and generous person, she didn't tell her, after she fell asleep, it would be such a painting style.

Lin Qiantan said secretly, no wonder she had nightmares.

The inexplicable feeling of fear in the dream made her uncomfortable now. But looking at Wei Jiayin, who was sleeping in a daze with her whole head pressed on her chest, she couldn't bear to wake Wei Jiayin up. After thinking about it, he finally didn't move, only used the hand that could move, stretched out the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt, so as not to catch a cold with Wei Jiayin and himself.

Outside the window, the north wind howls.

Lin Qiantan actually doesn't like to sleep with others, or rather, the memories that sleeping with others brings her are too bad. It was also because she had no way to take Wei Jiayin, so she slept in one place.

Thinking about her previous life, whether it was Dong Yong or Yin Ren, which one was an existence that disgusted her, and over time, she had an instinctive resistance to sleeping with others.

The reason why she agreed to Wei Jiayin was also because she thought that she and Chu Jiang would get married sooner or later, and she couldn't still look rejected when the time came. So he followed Wei Jiayin half-pushed, half-pushed, and regarded it as adaptive training.

On the table in the room, there was only a cluster of plum blossoms that had just been broken off when they came back during the day and inserted them in the mouth of the bottle, exuding a fragrance in the darkness.