Master Zhang took a five-day break, which was a good thing, and the people in the house were also happy, because Mrs. rewarded a lot of gold and silver to eat, and these are the key.

The two palace maids in the palace were also happy, they were accepted, and the other subordinates also accepted them, and they were not treated special because they were palace maids.

Madame is very good, she returned the deed of sale to them, and the others are the same, Madame said, if you are willing to go, just say it, no need to force it, and those who stay will treat them well.

Mu Ming is wearing A-Niang's newly cut clothes today, no longer Confucian clothes, but it looks very fit, and so does Daddy, the material of the clothes is the same, but the only one looks slightly mature, and the sound is slightly slim.

The father and son stood in front of Mrs. Zhang, who smiled and nodded, obviously satisfied.

The subordinates in the distance pointed and pointed, obviously the way Childe was dressed today, which made them all feel very eye-catching.

Today, a family of three is going to go for a leisurely trip, going to Hanshan Temple, which is a temple, where incense used to be very prosperous, but recently it is sparsely populated.

However, the family hung there for a clean house, but even so, there were still guards appearing, all in the dark, these were sent by the imperial court, and now Master Zhang is the acting household secretary, and he is extremely cautious when traveling.

Kikina rode a black horse in front of the way, and the carriage behind him followed closely, unhurried.

It's already January, the snow has melted, and the air is filled with cold water vapor and a faint mist, making the scenery on both sides of the road a little ethereal.

The couple put down the bamboo basket in their hands, inside was incense, candles, paper oil, Mrs. Zhang opened the curtain of the car window, looked at the scenery outside, Master Zhang sighed: "In a few months, it will be a year, and the time in this imperial capital is like flowing water, far less comfortable than Longxian, quiet and far-reaching!"

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, you have become a household secretary, and you are no longer the sesame official you used to be!" Mrs. Zhang quipped and sighed.

Kinama smiled when he heard it in front of him, but didn't interject.

"In the past, you and I and my younger brother also played often, at that time there was less Ming'er, but now, there is less him, you say, how can life always make people feel unsatisfactory!" Mrs. Zhang remembered her uncle from afar, Mu Ming also remembered, and she also disliked Widow Li.

"Shi Fang, I guess I will be the emperor of the soil there, and I haven't seen any letters for so long, I'm afraid I'll forget you and me!" Master Zhang was in a good mood, looking at the surrounding scenery, his eyes were a little nostalgic, after all, many things were unfamiliar here.

"The family banquet with the Li family can finally be eaten, which is relatively happy!" Mrs. Zhang smiled, pointed to the wooden name riding on the horse, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid it's decided this time!"

Master Zhang nodded and smiled.

Kikina looked back and smiled, then turned his head, the smile was still there, but there was some confusion in his eyes.

Hanshan Temple is not far away, half an hour later, the old monk is also here today, personally greet a few people, there is an old monk next to him, the old monk is kind and kind, and salutes from afar.

"The master is hiding here to be idle!" Master Zhang quipped, and the monk said: "When you go out to meet friends, you may have to say goodbye in a few days, I want to walk around, and the poor monk wants to practice!"

Hearing this, Master Zhang said: "It's okay, then you will only say to me at that time, and I will say goodbye!"

At this time, the old monk next to him said: "The little boy is so blessed!"

The old monk's gaze fell on Mu Ming, very peaceful, Mu Ming saluted, and said, "Master!"

"Don't dare to be a master, you can't be a master in front of the little boy!" the old monk smiled, and then led everyone up the mountain.

There are mountains and water, this is everything in Hanshan Temple, there is a waterfall on the mountain, the sound of water is murmuring, it is heard from afar, the mountain is not high, it is a hill, but it is famous far and wide, it is rumored that there is a high monk here, the high monk later entered the imperial court, became a generation of national teachers, so Hanshan Temple is famous.

It's just that now the incense here is far less than before, and the old monk said: "The gods fight, and mortals suffer, it seems that it is not unreasonable!"

Master Zhang said: "Every grass and tree in the imperial capital is involved with the gods, and they are all in the whirlpool!"

The old monk bowed, "It's still the old man who can see it thoroughly, and the poor monk's name is Qiuyuan!"

"I have heard of the master's high name, in my early years, I also had a period of time as a Buddhist lay disciple, at that time there was a Dharma name, called Jingyuan, all are far away, it seems that there is a fate with the master! Seeing the master's calm face, it seems that he doesn't care about this incense!" Mrs. Zhang spoke, but there were not many people in a huge temple, and some were just some young men and women hanging out.

"Acquaintance is fate, the poor monk and you have fate, this is the honor of the poor monk!" said the old monk.

"God and Buddha detachment, do not need to worship, need to worship the Buddha, is not the real Buddha, although the Hanshan Temple is not big, but the poor monks hope that the real Buddha is enshrined here, there are no people, it doesn't matter, those who have a heart to see it, no need to worship. The old monk smiled and led everyone to an old tree, and a little monk brought tea, and then stood aside curiously to look at everyone.

The old monk personally poured tea for everyone and said: "The rock tea picked in the back mountain has long been picked by pilgrims on weekdays, and now it is good, the pilgrims are not coming, you are blessed!"

"It's not a good thing to have a loss and a gain!" The poor monk cultivated in that small temple for more than ten years in his early years, and this loneliness is the most profound, master, you are still far away!"

"It's funny for a monk to laugh at a monk!" the old monk said with a smile, and he didn't care.

Hearing this, everyone laughed and felt that the trip was worthwhile.

The tea is fragrant, there is a sense of clarity in the air, in addition, the sound of the waterfall falling on the rocks not far away, and the sound of the bell in the distance, make this place seem peaceful.

Master Zhang and the two monks chatted, but did not leave the Confucian Buddha, they talked very deeply, also very shallow, Mu Ming listened carefully on the side, Mrs. Zhang felt bored, so she went to worship the Buddha alone, she did not believe in Buddhism, but since she came, what should it matter if you worship?

After a while, Mu Ming also got up, because Daddy talked about the officialdom, and the two monks didn't feel anything, they already lived in the imperial capital, and everything here was related to them, as Master Zhang said, they ...... In the whirlpool.

Mu Ming saw his mother kneeling in front of a statue of Guanyin, praying silently, and after a while, his mother turned her head and said, "You also come to worship!"

Mu Na should get down, kneel on the futon, and pray silently.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Mu Ming, her expression was soft, and she gently straightened Mu Ming's hair in front of him, and said, "I really hope you have always been by my side......"

Mu Ming opened his eyes and said, "Yes, mother, I will always be with you for the rest of my life!"

"This kid ...... After a few years, I will forget my mother when I have a daughter-in-law!" Mrs. Zhang shook her head and smiled.

Mu Ming is embarrassed, and Mrs. Zhang played in this temple, Mrs. Zhang said: "The real Buddha is in the red dust, not the motionless clay statue in this temple, high above, either clouds, or stars, just embellishment, or like the sun, shining in all directions, child, you have to remember that sentient beings are the foundation, leaving sentient beings will lose their roots forever, such as the fallen leaves seem to fly freely, but in the end, ...... After all, we still have to find our roots!"

"What does Mu Ming mean?" Mu Ming was puzzled, looking at his mother, and his mother gently put her hand on Mu Ming's forehead, without explaining, she only said: "You will understand, the fallen leaves return to the roots!"

Mu Ming didn't ask, just wrote down this sentence.

When the mother and son came to the bell tower, Mrs. Zhang began to hit the big bell, and the bell echoed and spread far away, as if they could see the trajectory of the sound, guiding something. She said: "I used to play around with your uncle, your uncle often got lost, we agreed, if you can't find each other, go to the nearby temple, there will be a bell in the temple, you can find each other when you hear the bell, now my mother thinks of this sentence, I always feel that there is some truth, the bell is the place to return......"

Mu Ming also rang a few times, the bell was far away, there was a sense of the passage of time, which made people in a trance, Mrs. Zhang said: "I heard that the front line also remembered the bell, whose place is there?"

Kinama was silent and did not speak.

Mother and son looked at each other and smiled, and left the place.