The black-faced man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his mouth was in a Shanxi dialect, "Zhang Gongzi, you are really looking for the right person to find the old man as your guide." The mountains here are steep and there are many paths, not to mention outsiders, even locals can easily get lost. The old man has lived at the bottom of the mountain for more than 30 years, and he can walk back and forth with his eyes closed....."

The handsome boy turned his head and smiled lightly, it was Zhang Yue who was dressed as a man, "Brother Wu, is this Hanging Temple really built in the middle of the cliff?" ”

"That's that, there is an old saying on our side called 'Hanging Temple, half a day high, three horsetails hanging in the air', from the outside, it is a few pillars supporting the temple on the entire cliff, very dangerous! You see, the front is here. ”

I saw the front, a temple built on the cliff, hanging in the air, the mountains on both sides are steep, the two sides are more than 100 meters upright, like the cliff of the axe splitting knife, this temple seems to be pasted on the cliff, there is really the momentum of volleying to fly, thrilling and peculiar, unique. Looking from afar, it is like a fairy palace in the gods, and the volley is dangerous.

Zhang Yue was stunned for a moment, and Wu Laohan gently pushed him, "Zhang Gongzi, Zhang Gongzi." ”

Zhang Yue woke up like a dream, and thought to himself that what Yuan Mo said was true! There really is a temple in the world that is built on a cliff. She turned her head and said, "Old man Wu, can I enter that temple and visit it?" ”

"Of course, I used to send fire and dry wood to the temple, and I am very familiar with the monks in the temple, so I will take you in." As he spoke, he led Zhang Yue over.

Zhang Yue under the leadership of Wu Laohan, in the temple turned a big circle, Zhang Yue finally stopped in a corridor to look around, looking up at a line of blue sky, looking down, the gorge water flows, dingdong into a song, people are like being in the Nine Heavens Palace, like a dream of Tengyun.

The scene in front of him reminded Zhang Yue of the past when he ascended to the top with Zhu Youzhu during the Double Ninth Festival last year, and he couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart. The experiences of the past few days have come back to my mind.

When she left the palace that day, she went to find Shopkeeper Fan of Yun Dingtian and asked Shopkeeper Fan to help her leave the capital.

Shopkeeper Fan actually helped her leave Beijing on the condition that he would send her to find Yuan Mo. You must know that she is so embarrassed now, if she is seen by Yuan Mo, she will definitely laugh off her big teeth, she doesn't want to be ridiculed by Yuan Mo, but in order to leave the capital, she has to pretend to agree first.

After leaving the capital, she took advantage of the unpreparedness of the driver to knock him out and slipped away in the carriage herself.

She expected that the emperor would definitely send people to look for her, and she would never be able to go back to Wuling Mountain, let alone her uncle. After thinking about it, I decided to go to Hami to find Guli, and by the way, I took a walk around Hami to relax.

She drove all the way to the northwest, and the first few days were quite smooth, but within a few days, she found the traces of the Jinyi guard in the capital near the inn where she stayed, and guessed that it must be the pursuers sent by Zhu Youjiao, and she felt a pain in her heart, and she had no use value. What are you doing so relentlessly? Are you afraid that you will record Xuanwei to others?!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue's anger towards Zhu Youji, which had originally dissipated, recondensed, and it seemed that Zhu Youji's intention to go to Hami was also discovered by Zhu Youji, and the anger that surged in her heart turned into a heart that did not admit defeat, Zhu Youzhu prevented herself from going to Hami, she wanted to go to Hami.

So she decided to make a detour to Shanxi and Inner Mongolia and go in a big circle to Hami. Zhu Youzhu definitely never imagined that he would choose a roundabout route to Hami.

For the sake of safety, she no longer sleeps in the inn, the carriage prepared by the shopkeeper Fan is very spacious, and there are also quilts, and she parks the carriage in a safe place at night and sleeps on it. Fortunately, before leaving Beijing, she brought some silver money from the palace, although it was not much, but it was used sparingly, and it was barely enough to go to Hami.

In the past few days, passing through the territory of Datong, Shanxi, I suddenly thought that the Hengshan Hanging Temple mentioned by Yuan Mo was nearby. Intrigued, I hired a local guide to visit.

Wu Laohan behind him saw a faint worry in Zhang Yue's eyes, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. He called softly, "Zhang Gongzi, it's windy here, look at your delicate body, it's not early, let's go down the mountain." ”

After Zhang Yue came back to his senses, he looked at Wu Laohan and thought to himself, when did he become so sentimental, wasn't he being used to deceive his feelings? It looks like an abandoned woman.

She nodded, "Okay." ”

As soon as she turned around, she suddenly found a stone table at the end of the corridor, and there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the stone table. He walked over, "What is this?" ”

Wu Laohan hurried over and said with a smile, "This is prepared by the temple for tourists, and many tourists always like to make a poem, write a pair or something, and like to leave ink treasures in the temple." Zhang Gongzi looks at the person who reads, but to leave a calligraphy, the temple will bind the visitor's words into a book, leave it to the tourists to watch, a penny of silver can write a piece. ”

Zhang Yue thought about it, anyway, it was anonymous, she picked up the brush with her left hand, dipped it in ink, and was just about to put the pen on the paper, when she suddenly stopped, she suddenly raised her head, glanced around, pointed to one place and said, "Wu Laohan, I'll give you a tael of silver, I'll write a few words, you find someone to engrave on that blank stone, okay?" ”

When Wu Laohan saw that it was a blank and flat stone wall next to the cliff of the cloister, he hesitated, "This! The great monks in the temple won't allow it! ”

"Five taels of silver."

Wu Laohan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "In this way, you give me fifty taels of silver, and I promise to make sense with the great monk in the temple, not only to engrave it on the stone wall for you, but also to give you a golden sand, what do you think?" ”

Zhang Yue looked at Wu Laohan, this old man is really good at business, and he slaughtered himself fiercely, alas! Such a spectacle makes people want to stop writing!

She gritted her teeth, nodded, picked up the brush, walked to the stone wall to narrate, and wrote a few words.

Wu Laohan leaned over and said with a smile on his face, "Okay! Zhang Gongzi's writing is really good! ”

Zhang Yue looked back and asked in surprise, "Do you know what I wrote?" ”

Wu Laohan laughed embarrassedly, "I don't know, the old man can't read, but it's a good word at a glance." ”

Zhang Yue smiled and didn't say anything. She took out the silver from her arms and threw it to Wu Laohan, "Brother, the guide fee, plus the money for engraving, is it enough?" ”

Wu Laohan immediately smiled, holding the silver in both hands, "Enough is enough, Zhang Gongzi is really a bold person." Old man, this will take you down the mountain! ”

Zhang Yue turned around and waved his hand, "No need, I already know the road you took me." Just remember to engrave the words on the stone wall! With that, he walked away.

Wu Laohan looked at Zhang Yue's back suspiciously, and muttered, "This Hengshan trail is complicated, he can remember it once he walks through it?!" Lie! ”

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Zhang Yue's sense of direction is quite good, and he remembers the mountain road he has walked through once, no matter how complicated it is. She followed the road she came, quickly went down the mountain, found the carriage parked at the bottom of the mountain, and drove the carriage slowly out of Hengshan.

A very luxurious carriage drove in front of her, and crossed her. The carriage was built very beautifully, Zhang Yue couldn't help but take a few more looks, and the family member who was driving the carriage in the carriage gave Zhang Yue a blank look.

Zhang Yue didn't know that in this luxury carriage, it was Yuan Mo who was sitting.

Yuan Mo traveled day and night from Dingyun Villa, and rushed to the hanging temple of Datong Hengshan non-stop. At this time, we will go to the bottom of the mountain.

His carriage stopped at the foot of Mount Heng, and he lifted the curtain and got out of the car. With a few retinues, he quickly went up the mountain, and when he arrived at the Hanging Temple, he searched back and forth. Not long after, Hai Bo also came to the Hanging Temple with more than a dozen black-clothed people, and Yuan Mo asked anxiously, "Hai Bo, is there any news?" ”

Hai Bo shook his head, "Young master, I haven't found any trace of Miss Zhang. ”

Yuan Mo's heart was cold, did he guess wrong, he was hesitating, there were many tourists around the corridor in the temple, and the exclamations and admiration among the visitors were endless.