At the behest of Master Huiyuan, Xuan Jinhuan went to Hongfu Temple to meet again.

Master Huiyuan knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha and recited the scriptures, and the little monk led Xuan Jinhuan into the meditation room; When the door was pushed, Master Huiyuan put down the wooden fish and stood up, and Xuan Jinhuan clapped his hands and said, "Master Huiyuan." ”

"Donor, please sit down." Master Huiyuan first asked the little monk to go out behind closed doors before he opened his mouth and said to Xuan Jinhuan, "This time it is also a trip to and from the benefactor." ”

Xuan Jinhuan smiled: "The master is polite." ”

Master Huiyuan said: "Last time, the donor came with King Song and said that King Song was the Lord of Yong'an. Although the poor monk has been a monk in this Hongfu Temple for many years, he still knows some things about the layman; The matter of the eternal peace order is indeed very important, and it needs to be carefully discerned. ”

She already knew that Master Huiyuan was for the purpose of Yong'an Order, and she thought of a statement in her heart: "Master rest assured. Since the death of the first master, the Yongan secret guard has not commanded the lord for more than 20 years; Jin Huan was ordered by the master of Xuan to enter Beijing to find the young master, and now he has found the young master and opened the seal of the Yong'an Order. After all, the Yongan Secret Guard may recognize the wrong person, but the Yongan Order will not. This is also the mouth of the righteous mother.

"However, how can King Song be the son of the first master?" Master Hui Yuan was deeply skeptical.

"This royal capital has never lacked secrets." Xuan Jinhuan sighed, "In the past, the master was the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, so I think I understand this. ”

Master Huiyuan heard her say this, and thought for a while: "The meaning of the donor, the poor monk understands. After a pause, he looked back at the spring scene outside the window, and then continued to say to Xuan Jinhuan, "I don't know if the donor is willing to go to a place with the poor monk?" ”

Xuan Jinhuan nodded, then got up and followed Master Huiyuan out of the meditation room.

The two of them walked all the way around the courtyard behind the temple, and the grass was barren under the courtyard, and Master Huiyuan stopped under the locust tree. There is a small mound under the locust tree, which requires a lot of hard work to identify; Master Huiyuan turned back to Xuan Jinhuan and said: "Many years ago, there was a little girl who was born in troubled times and died at a young age, so she was buried here; I hope that the incense of Hongfu Temple can borrow some blessings from her, die as soon as possible, and be reborn in a good family in the next life, and live a healthy life. ”

"Who is she?" Although Xuan Jinhuan had some vague guesses, he couldn't help but ask.

"She is the daughter of the Lord." Master Hui Yuan said in a low voice.

"Master, when did you know?" Xuan Jinhuan was silent for a long time, and then asked.

She couldn't imagine if Master Huiyuan had known that Empress Zhaozhen's daughter had already died and was still buried in Hongfu Temple. Before that, Master Huiyuan watched them coldly watch their Yong'an secret guards jump up and down on the royal capital, and it felt too weird to think about it like this.

Master Huiyuan was silent for a while before he said, "That's what Haiyi told me not long ago. He made a deal with Ji Xingzhou, the master of the Yongan Secret Guard North, and the master of Ji also knew. ”

Ji Xingzhou, the head of the North Division, also knows? But······

However, Xuan Jinhuan was even more puzzled: "Mr. Haiyi, he, is Fu Min, the son of the traitor Fu Fei?" And why did he know that the daughter of the Lord's father was buried here? And why is he still alive? Wasn't he supposed to have died more than twenty years ago? "Actually, the biggest doubt is the last question.

"Because he buried the little girl here with his own hands. I don't know why Haiyi is still alive; I just remember that it was about 20 years ago, my lay uncle sent him to Hongfuji Temple, and he stayed in the royal capital ever since. Master Hui Yuan said.

Master Huiyuan's uncle from the lay family, isn't that the old ancestor Gu? And according to the history books, Mr. Gu should have been in seclusion at this time. So what really happened more than twenty years ago? Xuan Jinhuan was even more puzzled.

After returning to the meditation room from the backyard, Xuan Jinhuan asked Master Huiyuan: "I don't know what the master wants to tell Jinhuan?" ”

"The donor thinks that King Song is really the son of the first master?" Master Hui Yuan spoke.

"What does the master think?" Xuan Jinhuan asked.

"Don't dare." Master Hui Yuan shook his head and said, "It's just, it's just that this matter is indeed very strange, and I really don't dare to define it arbitrarily." After all, many things have been around for a long time, and it is even more difficult to verify. ”

Xuan Jinhuan understood that Master Huiyuan's words were true, but many things had to be done.

Anyway, several seniors will soon enter Beijing, and even if there is anything, they will have to wait for the time to talk.

However, there is another thing, Xuan Jinhuan wants to ask Master Huiyuan for advice: "I don't know if the master knows what the origin of the red plum in the south of the city is?" Recently, the lord has frequently dreamed of red plums in the south of the city, and there are some very strange things. ”

"Seongnam Red Plum?" Master Huiyuan was stunned, his eyebrows furrowed, "The donor is young, and he doesn't know. Meizhuang in the south of the city is the former hometown of Chenghan Academy. It's just that since Mr. Gu disappeared, Chenghan Academy has also been abandoned, and now Meizhuang is uninhabited. ”

"Chenghan Academy?" Hearing this place, Xuan Jinhuan was thoughtful.

It is said that Chenghan Academy is destined to be engraved with Mr. Gu's name. When Mr. Gu entered Beijing, he solemnly opened Chenghan Academy in Mei, south of the city, and invited celebrities from all over the world to give lectures, so his reputation boiled again; At that time, the big family racked their brains to send their sons and girls to Chenghan Academy to listen to education and become a disciple of Mr. Gu.

It's just that all the prosperity of the past has been wiped out, and only one plum village remains.

Everything is gone, nothing can be returned.

Xuan Jinhuan's heart fluctuated inexplicably, perhaps it was also the awe of his ancestors in his heart.

Master Hui Yuan continued: "Thirty years ago, Mr. Gu asked Feng Fuzi, a swordsmith from Xishan, to help cast three swords. One night dreaming of plum immortals, wake up and see a plum shadow on a sword, jade snow ice clean, sharpen iron like mud, sword qi through the sun, so it is called cold shadow; The other two swords are also the best products, which are the Snow Fu and the Frost Pavilion. ”

So this is the reason why Mr. Haiyi said about the twin swords before? But the two statements are not the same.

"What about the Frost Pavilion?" Xuan Jinhuan thought about it and asked.

"The frost pavilion has been destroyed, so it was buried under Meizhuang." Master Hui Yuan only said this.

In fact, Xuan Jinhuan subconsciously felt that there should be an unknown story, or it was as strange as Meizhuang in the south of the city.

But as if he could see through what she was thinking, Master Huiyuan reminded her: "But don't go to Meizhuang again, now there is a sword mound, I am afraid that there will be evil spirits, which will be unfavorable to people." ”

"Thank you for the master's advice, Jin Huan has been taught." Xuan Jinhuan nodded and thanked him.

The evil spirit of the sword is the remnant of the broken sword; Because the world believes that the sword has a soul, and a broken sword is evil.