On the first day of February, Xuan Jinhuan came to Hongfu Temple to offer incense as promised, and Zhu Yunqing then came to Hongfu Temple.

The two bowed in front of the Buddha and made a wish, Xuan Jinhuan saw Zhu Yunqing's expression was more solemn than when he came in, and asked why, Zhu Yunqing said: "From childhood to adulthood, I made a wish in front of the Buddha, all of which were to pray for the safety of the family." It's just that I have never seen my father in my life, and my mother is far away in Yong'an, so I don't know what is going on. ”

"If you care so much, do you have any plans to recognize your father?" Xuan Jinhuan couldn't help but ask.

"For us, we are just strangers to each other, so why bother to recognize each other and be bored with ourselves." Zhu Yunqing smiled sadly and shook her head.

Xuan Jinhuan only sighed that she could see clearly, and Zhu Yunqing smiled bitterly: "He has his children, and I have my life; We are disconnected people, and from beginning to end, that's all. ”

The two chatted outside the main hall of Hongfu Temple for a while, and Xuan Jinhuan talked about the things mentioned in the letter from his stepmother he received some time ago, and he wanted to go to Master Huiyuan, the abbot of Hongfu Temple; I asked the little novice in the temple, and they all said that Master Huiyuan should be meditating in the meditation room at the back of the main hall at this time.

Xuan Jinhuan and Zhu Yunqing walked over to the meditation room, and on the way, Xuan Jinhuan suddenly remembered and asked Zhu Yunqing: "We all know that the young master is the only heir left by the first master, so do you know who the young master's father is?" "Although none of them were born in the previous dynasty, they also grew up in Yong'an, but they have never heard that there was an imperial husband during the reign of the ancestor lord, so where did their young master come from?

"Shh Zhu Yunqing immediately covered Xuan Jinhuan's mouth mysteriously, looking very nervous, "You dare to ask this kind of thing, if you are heard by Master and Uncle, you will be angry." After a pause, she showed a strange look again, "Actually, I also asked my master such a question, and my master was very angry and punished me for copying the scriptures a hundred times. ”

"Uncle Chu Ning is such a kind person, will he also be angry?" Xuan Jinhuan was surprised.

"My uncle is not Uncle Chu." Seeing Xuan Jinhuan Jueqi, she explained, "Although I am a member of the South Division, I am a student of the North Division; It is said that when I was still very young, my master took a fancy to me and accepted him as a disciple. However, because my mother was a member of the Nansi Gate, my name was also written under the Nansi Gate. ”

"Master North?" Xuan Jinhuan naturally knew the story of the North Master, which was even more strange.

Ji Xingzhou, the head of the North Division, is said to be a talented and beautiful man with both civil and military skills, and he is also the young suzerain of the Ji clan, the first family of the previous dynasty. Ji Xingzhou became famous at a young age, and was given marriage at the age of seventeen, marrying Princess Yijia as his wife. It's a pity that the beautiful scenery is short, the Fu thief rebelled, and the eldest princess Yijia disappeared in the chaos, Ji Xingzhou left the family and came to Yong'an, becoming the northern master of Yong'an's secret guard.

Many of the stories of the previous dynasty are now legends, but what is told in the journal of the Yong'an Secret Guard is true.

Zhu Yunqing said that her master was actually a person with a strange temper, although he was not as famous as the old naughty boy who was the master of the West Division, Song Mi, but he thought about it.

In this way, the real Beisi Master Ji Xingzhou and the legendary Ji Clan's Young Sect Master Ji Xingzhou are indeed completely different.

But so many years have passed, and so many things have happened, it would be strange if Ji Xingzhou was still the same Ji Xingzhou of the year.

In front of the meditation room, Xuan Jinhuan and Zhu Yunqing went over, and saw two little monks coming out of the meditation room, Xuan Jinhuan stepped forward to ask them: "Two masters, I don't know if Master Huiyuan can be here?" ”

"Master is meditating, are the two donors here to find Master?" One of the little monks clasped his palms together.

"We are here from Yong'an, admiring the name of Master Huiyuan, and we have come to ask for advice." Xuan Jinhuan said.

"Okay, then please wait a minute, two donors." When they had said that, they turned and went in.

Xuan Jinhuan and Zhu Yunqing waited outside for a while, and the two little monks came out and said to them, "Master, please let the two donors in." ”

Zhu Yunqing pulled Xuan Jinhuan's sleeve and whispered to her, "Senior sister, go in." ”

"Okay, then senior sister will wait for me here for a while." Xuan Jinhuan nodded.

When Xuan Jinhuan entered the meditation room, he saw an old monk in monk's clothes meditating on a futon; When he heard the sound of someone coming in outside, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xuan Jinhuan: "I heard that the donor is from Yong'an?" ”

She said, "Yes." I have come from Yong'an to visit the Master in the name of my mother. Saying that, Xuan Jinhuan took out the Yongan Secret Guard token to prove his identity.

"The old monk Huiyuan, the common family name is Gu." Hui Yuan stood up, walked to the back hall, took out a scroll from the mystery behind the incense burner and handed it to Xuan Jinhuan, "Yong'an's letter, the poor monk received it." May the benefactor be in good health and wish him a good day, and also say hello to Lingtang on behalf of the poor monks. ”

Looking at the meaning of Master Huiyuan, he should have known Master Xuan for a long time; Xuan Jinhuan responded with a smile: "Thank you, master, the little girl will be." ”

Master Huiyuan clasped his palms and said to Amitabha Buddha, and asked: "Everyone says that it has only been a few days in the mountains, and it has been a thousand years in the world; Twenty years have passed, but I don't know if the deceased is okay? The poor monk was originally a monk, and he shouldn't have asked more about the world, but he was in the red dust unconsciously. ”

Xuan Jinhuan wasn't sure if what Master Huiyuan was referring to was her stepmother, Master Xuan, so she muttered: "The people over there in Yong'an, everything is fine. ”

"The poor monks will chant and pray for them." Master Huiyuan nodded, and gave Xuan Jinhuan a scripture that he had just copied.

Xuan Jinhuan had wondered why Master Huiyuan seemed to have some contact with the Yongan Secret Guard, but now it seems that this Master Huiyuan is indeed not such a pure monk. Even if someone told her that Master Huiyuan was the person who was installed in Hongfu Temple by the Yongan Secret Guard more than twenty years ago, Xuan Jinhuan would believe it.

After thanking Master Huiyuan, Xuan Jinhuan came out with the portrait and the scriptures given to her by Master Huiyuan, just in time to see Zhu Yunqing looking at her with a curious face outside, her eyes were bright and shiny that she had never seen before: "Senior Sister Jinhuan." ”

Xuan Jinhuan felt strange, could something have happened outside after she went in, so she considered it and said, "Senior Sister Wanqing, you, what's wrong?" This kind of Zhu Yunqing is not only weird, but also not like the calm and fearless Zhu Yunqing she is familiar with.

"I want to see the portrait of the Lord." Zhu Yunqing took a deep breath, stared deeply at the portrait in Xuan Jinhuan's hand, and then said to Xuan Jinhuan mysteriously, "Do you know that in the legend, the appearance of the ancestor is peerless, it is breathtaking, and anyone who sees her will be overwhelmed by her." ”

Seeing Zhu Yunqing's obsessive appearance, Xuan Jinhuan sighed: "Senior Sister Yunqing, it should be disrespectful for us to talk about Mr. like this." ”