"Zhangyu, a child sent a package just now, saying that it was for Zhangyu, and the small one was placed in the study!" The butler hurried over to tell him.

"Okay, let's put it in the study first." Don't worry, it is very likely that those court officials came to bribe her in order to go to Fayuan Temple.

In Fayuan Temple, at this time, preparations have begun to be made in an orderly manner, this once-in-sixty-year major blessing sacrifice is the first time since the founding of the Great Yan Kingdom, and the degree of attention of the imperial court should be unprecedented, but until now, the imperial court has not expressed anything, I really don't know what to think.

"Sir, until now, there has been no movement in the imperial court, is it that the imperial court is not involved?" I took the opportunity to send a map to my husband to ask questions.

"Sit and watch the changes, we don't have any losses, he's different, he will suffer from gains and losses, so there will definitely be some arrangements, he can't escape his demons." Mr. looked at the map in his hand, this map was drawn by Master Biyou of the White Horse Temple himself, and it was the most detailed map of Dayan Kingdom and the surrounding neighboring countries, and this was the only one.

"Got it, sir!" Mr. is the soul of Fangshan, without Mr., Fangshan is like a sculpture, Fayuan Temple is like a fallen leaf in the wind, one heart understands Mr. painstaking work, these eleven years, Mr. is in the world, the heart is in the capital, just for the heart of the never-extinguishing flame, drink ice for ten years, it is difficult to cold the heart of the blood, is to one day be able to complete the regret of eleven years ago.

Walking down the golden mountain peak with one heart, the mountain roads along the way have been hung with prayer prayer satin, as well as the scriptures woven by the nearby people themselves, wishes, Fayuan Temple, has always been the last pillar of the people's spirit, is the last happy land on the other side of the bitter sea.

"Master Yixin, just now there was an old man named Hanako who was making trouble outside the gate, saying that our Fayuan Temple would not save him when he saw death, and the words he said were very difficult to hear!" As soon as Yixin walked to the main hall, he saw a group of fellow disciples and brothers talking to each other, not knowing what they were talking about. Seeing Yixin coming back, Hula surrounded him.

"It's always called Hanako!" I don't remember what old people are called Hanako around, and at most a few old people with unfilial children occasionally come to the temple to eat, but they don't want to beg.

"Yes! said that our Fayuan Temple owes him, and we have to pay him back now! Tell me about Senior Brother Yixin, when did our Fayuan Temple owe it to others! "The brothers are very angry, this is a big joke!

"You guys do your own thing, I'll go out and see!" I want to see who dares to come to Fayuan Temple to make trouble.

"It's only right to pay back debts!" Before I walked out of the gate, I heard an old voice, which was like a bird flying in the clouds, and like a horse galloping on the grassland.

"Who's shouting, please!" Looking at the temple gate lying on the ground with all his heart, he really looked like an old man named Hanako, his beard and hair seemed to be stuck together, and the clothes on his body couldn't see the original color, the black and gray of the water.

"Nonsense that shouldn't have come, shouldn't have come!" The old man's eyes were not open, full of impatience.

"Donor, what are the requirements for coming to Fayuan Temple, see if the poor monk can help the donor!" Yixin didn't care about the ridicule and dissatisfaction in the old man's words, Fayuan Temple was where he grew up, and it was also Yixin's proudest home.

"Even if you want to say something big!" The old man opened his eyes and lifted Erlang's legs, very disdainful.

"Donor, what do you need?" He grew up from the feet of the Buddha, and he has good intentions for all things in the world, even if he stabs him in the face, he will greet him with a smile.

"Give this to him!" Before the old man's words fell, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and instinctively reached out and grabbed it, the size of a gray cloth bag.

"This is? To whom? Please also make it clear to the donor! Yixin was very puzzled, the donor seemed to be in normal spirits, how could he speak so upside down that people couldn't understand it.

"To that old thing in the lonely heart hole, the three-legged cat trick still wants to lie to me!" The old man looked up to the sky and roared, laughing at the childish behavior of the old thing.

"What is this?" I'm not a curious person, but this thing must always have a name for the gentleman.

"The old thing knows when you see it, don't worry, it's not a hidden weapon!" With a sneer, he hadn't been so despicable yet.

"Thank you, donor!" Single-mindedly turned away, knowing that it was useless to talk more, he was a transparent person.

Through the mountains and mountains, the lonely heart hole is in front of you!

"Something!" A voice came from the depths of the Lonely Heart Cave, cool and cold.

"Sir, someone gave it to you!" Yixin walked into the cave, handed the thing to the gentleman, and turned to leave.

When the gentleman opened the cloth bag, he was greeted by a green porcelain vase, very small and finger-thick.

"Thank you!" The gentleman's eyes were excited, what he wanted finally came, and sure enough, he was still there and did not leave.

opened the porcelain vase, and a silk map rolled up as thin as a cicada's wings fell out of it, which was different from the one of Master Bi You.

This day has finally come, the colorful flags of Fayuan Temple are waving gongs and drums, and the birds within a radius of dozens of miles have flown without a trace.

The whole Fangshan is immersed in the warm sunshine, the mountain is verdant and the trees are lush, the spring water is murmuring and the birds are singing, the highest point of the Fangshan is only more than 890 meters high, but it is like a giant guarding the people of Fangshan.

At the foot of the mountain, pilgrims are weaving, the ladies of large families, the sons of medium-sized families, and those who are dedicated to kindness, and even those stray dogs who are often treated with soup soup in Fayuan Temple have silently followed in.

Zhuang Zhiyu looked at the pedestrians and people on the side of the road, and was blocked out by the officers and soldiers, she was speechless, she was running with her today, and she was accompanying the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Pujian to pray for blessings.

The accompanying officials were arranged by Pu Jian according to the emperor's preferences, this emperor never hid his likes and dislikes, even if he was notorious, he didn't care, anyway, the history books were reviewed by him to record them and become a tool for inheritance.

Outside the gate of Fayuan Temple, it has already been cleared, ready to welcome His Majesty the Emperor since the founding of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Inside and outside the Fayuan Temple, sprinkle water and clear the road, cover the yellow and wait for gold, everything is impeccable.

In the Lonely Heart Cave, Mr.'s face became solemn, and the light in his eyes was as cold as the light in his eyes on the several places marked on the map in front of him, and things were not as he guessed.

"Brother Ou, only you and I know in this world, and no third person knows." Murong drooped his eyes were resolute, only success did not fail, success was above 10,000 people, and failure was no return.

"Brother Murong Xian, I, Ou Xiuyang, have your confidant in this life, and I will never frown when I go to the soup and the fire sword mountain and the sea of fire." Ou Xiuyang clenched his fists with both hands, and his heart was as excited as a galloping horse.