The children were tired of playing and playing, and they ran back to find their respective mothers, Meng Niang hurriedly pulled Yan Ziyue in her arms, patted the dust on her body, and instructed Yun Su to prepare hot water and freshen up the little sons.

Yan Li and Nangong Yuan came to Yinghuan Garden with a smile, and after the little princes freshened up, the group was ready to leave. Before leaving, Nangong Yu still frequently turned his head and glared at Yan Ziyue, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he was directly ignored by Yan Ziyue, but it was not like that in the eyes of adults, it was all because the two children had feelings for a while, and they were unwilling to part for a while.

After Nangong Yuan and his entourage left the Great Si Ming Palace, they went to the Temple of Death outside Fengdu City, and on the carriage, Nangong Yuan looked at Mrs. Wei who was pregnant with Nangong Yu, who was a little sullen, and said half-jokingly: "It seems that Yu'er likes Princess Ziyue quite much, and she is reluctant to do this time."

Nangong Yu pouted at Nangong Yuan and buried his head in Mrs. Wei's arms.

Seeing his performance like this, Nangong Yuanyuan's face was obviously a little displeased, and he looked at Mrs. Wei and said, "Look at how you are used to pardoning your child, how do you look like a boy,."

"The child is still young, just teach it slowly", but Mrs. Wei is also very doting on Nangong Pardon.

Nangong Bo saw that Mrs. Wei hugged Nangong again, and he was a little unhappy, clamoring to hug him, but was persuaded by Mrs. Wei, and walked towards Nangong Yuan's side with a blank eye. However, Nangong Xun was not affected at all, and he did not stick to Mrs. Hong, he was jumping and jumping on the carriage by himself, happy, Mrs. Hong had a lot of leisure, leaning on Nangong Yuan's side, boredly fiddling with the brocade silk scarf in his hand.

Since then, Nangong Yuan will send Nangong pardon to the Dasi Ming Palace every half month to accompany Yan Ziyue for a day, and sometimes Yu Li will also send someone to the general's mansion to pick up Nangong pardon. Time flies, Yan Ziyue and Nangong Yu are becoming more and more familiar, the two often disappear, so that a group of people are easy to find, every time they find it, it is Nangong Yu who cries angrily and clamoring to go home.

On this day, Yan Li sent someone to pick up Nangong Pardon, saying that Nangong Pardon was sick, thinking that Yan Ziyue knew that it was time to make a fuss and explain the situation to her, but he just nodded and said that he didn't care at all. Yan Li was afraid that Yan Ziyue would be bored and panicked, so he took her to his small study to play, he was too busy with affairs to take care of her wholeheartedly, but he never thought that she was not noisy or noisy, and he picked up the national chronicle scroll that fell under the table and sat on the ground and looked attentively. Yan Li wanted to step forward to coax her, but after thinking about it, he stopped, and watched the little guy read seriously with a serious face, concentrated, and maintained a movement for nearly half an hour, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Yan Li squatted down, saw Yan Ziyue turn her head to look at herself, touched her head lovingly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yue'er, do you understand?"

"Hmm...", Yan Ziyue thought about it, she was still a child, so she couldn't say that she had almost written it down, so she had to pretend to be ignorant and shook her head.

Yan Li looked at Yan Ziyue's expression of curiosity, and thought for a while, Yan Ziyue is so smart and clever, maybe it's time to enlighten her, so he turned out the list book written by Yan Moyu, one of which is Yan Ziyue's teaching arrangement, including the candidates for teaching scholars and martial arts masters, and contains several letters to the princesses. Yu Li pulled out one of the letters to Master Wuliang of the Temple of Death, opened it and quickly browsed it, and decided to find an auspicious day to take Xiao Yue'er to the Temple of Life in person, and Master Wuliang could not have enlightened Xiao Yue'er the best.

In order to show his sincerity, he ordered people to prepare all kinds of Buddhist ceremonies early in the morning, and he was very low-key, and he didn't bring many people, only taking Xiao Yue'er, Meng Niang and Yun, and riding in a carriage together. Xiao Yue'er rarely goes out, lying on the window of the car and looking out, there are a wide variety of shops and people coming and going, occasionally see one or two traders on foot, already excited to no, out of the city far away is the rolling ridge, near is the unobstructed plain, the carriage whistling by, about half an hour or so, then to the mountain temple is located in the Zen temple under the Tianqi Mountain.

Tianqi Mountain rises from the ground, the mountain is steep, a staircase to the sky goes up, it is said that there are 999 steps in total, the mountain is lush and green, there is a feeling of smoke from time to time, a corner of the carved dragon eaves of the temple at the top of the mountain can be seen faintly, listen to the deep and heavy bell coming, take a breath, it will make people clear and clear.

A monk dressed in a cloth robe stepped forward and clasped his hands and said, "But Your Excellency the High Priest?"

"Exactly," he replied.

"Poor monk Xuanjing, Master Wuliang has been waiting for a long time", the monk bowed and said, "Your Excellency the High Priest, please come with me."

Two monks came over to help unload the Buddha ceremony, settled the carriage and went to the back of the courtyard.

Zhan Li and his entourage followed Master Xuanjing into the Zen courtyard, passed through the front hall and the Zen courtyard, and detoured to the house at the rear, followed the corridor to the end to see a wide place, in front of which was a group of hanging towers built against the mountain, the bottom one was quite large, the wood door was wide open, and Xuanjing led the group to go inside.

"Little master, dare to ask this...", Yan Li asked with this doubt.

"Your Excellency, High Priest, do you know that the stairs at the bottom of the mountain, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, and you can reach it in an hour with good foot strength, and this is a shortcut to the temple of the rebirth at the top of the mountain, and you can reach it in less than half an hour from there."

"In this way, I have thanked the little master."

"Your Excellency the High Priest, you're welcome," Xuanjing replied with a kind smile.

Sure enough, in less than an hour, I arrived at the back garden of the Temple of the Dead on the top of the mountain, the surrounding atmosphere was slightly cold, and the outline of Fengdu City could be vaguely seen in the distance.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, please come here", Xuanjing led Yu Li through the garden into the door of a meditation room, bowed to the inside, and said, "Master Immeasurable, Your Excellency the High Priest has arrived."

"Well, please come in", the sound is like a bell coming from afar, but it is like a sound on the side.

The group entered the meditation room, at a glance are calligraphy and painting scrolls, the pen walks dragon and snake, such as real and illusory, and there are some hand-carved pieces, each of which is vivid, some have been completed, and some have just started. Passing by one by one, and finally falling on a volcano map, there are two people standing on the crater of the first moon in the painting, one green and one white, this scene seems familiar, and then look at the time of painting in the lower left corner, I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, it is not that I and Yan Moyu are in this painting.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, please come inside", Xuanjing saw that he was standing still, and hurriedly reminded him.

"Ahh Oh... Who made this painting"? He asked Chao Xuanjing.

"These things are the works of immeasurable masters."

"What...", when he heard this, he was very curious about this immeasurable master, and he wanted to meet him more and more.

"High Priest, here", in the middle of the meditation room, Master Wuliang sat cross-legged in front of the tea table, calm and calm.

"Immeasurable master, courteous", he bowed and saluted, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a white-haired man who was more than a year old, with a childish face and a strong spirit, and a peaceful smile fixed on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Please be seated," the Immeasurable Master gestured with his hand raised.

He sat down cross-legged across from the immeasurable master's tea table.

"This is Princess Ziyue", Master Wuliang raised his head and looked at Yan Ziyue in Meng Niang's arms and said, "Come here, child."

Meng Niang glanced at Yan Li, and when she saw Yan Li nodding, she let Yan Ziyue come down.

Yan Ziyue was quite conscious, not timid, and moved towards the immeasurable master step by step, climbed directly onto his body, and pulled his beard that had hung down to his navel.

As soon as Yan Ziyue saw Yan Ziyue's bold moves, he was about to stop it, but was dissuaded by Master Immeasurable.

Yan Ziyue explored for a while, then sat on her knees with her legs bent next to Master Immeasurable.

Yan Li took out Yan Moyu's letter, handed it to Master Wuliang with both hands, Master Wuliang opened it and browsed it, then folded it and put it back, smiled, looked down at Yan Ziyue and said, "Princess Ziyue, are you going to give tea to the poor monk?"

When he heard this, he was overjoyed, which showed that Master Wuliang was willing to accept Xiao Yue'er as an apprentice, and hurriedly thanked: "Thanks to Master Wuliang for not giving up, He Li thanked Master Wuliang for His Royal Highness King Kang."

"The high priest doesn't have to be polite, even if there is no letter from His Royal Highness King Kang, the poor monk will take this child as an apprentice, teach her the Dharma, and send her back", Master Wuliang said and looked at Yan Ziyue, with a strange and unclear meaning in his eyes.

Yan Li felt that he couldn't understand the words of the Immeasurable Master, and wanted to ask the truth, but he was afraid that it would be too abrupt, after all, people outside the world always have something profound.

Master Wuliang looked at Zhan Li, smiled and said, "High Priest, but there are questions that need to be answered by the poor monks"?

"Master...", Yu Li thought for a while and said: "Master, when you pass by the outer room, you can see your ink treasure, can you give it to the next one."

"Well, then I'll send you that picture of the volcano of the Moon."

He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Dare to ask the master, who is the person in the painting of the volcano of the first moon."

"If you see who he is, he is who he is", Wuliang looked at Zhan Li and nodded and smiled.

He was even more surprised, and wanted to ask something more, but he didn't know what to say.

"High priest, everything has a certain cause and effect, don't be too attached to it, just let it be", Wuliang looked at Yan Ziyue after speaking, and it seemed that the last sentence was said to Yan Ziyue. Then, Master Wuliang poured himself a cup of tea, but he didn't hold it, but looked at Yan Ziyue and smiled kindly: "Disciple, don't you plan to serve tea?"

Yan Ziyue looked up at Master Wuliang, I'm just a child, wouldn't it be for me to serve him tea, thinking of this, I looked at Master Wuliang again, and saw that he was dazzled by a smile, and nodded frequently at himself, is that what he thinks, isn't it, okay, you win, I'll end. Yan Ziyue was helpless, stretched out two fleshy little hands, picked up the teacup and handed it high. Master Wuliang took Yan Ziyue's tea and drank it all, put down the teacup, touched Yan Ziyue's head, turned his head and said, "Please also ask the high priest to take a break in the courtyard, and the poor monk will make an enlightenment ceremony for Princess Ziyue."

"This...", after hesitating for a moment, he got up and said, "In this way, there is a master of immeasurable work", and after that, the group followed Xuanjing to the side courtyard next to it.