The Xiao family quietly arranged a carriage that looked very ordinary to send Ye Qingzhou and Ye Lingxi back to Ye Mansion.

On the carriage, Ye Lingxi uncovered some gaps in the medicine box and looked at the baby lying quietly inside.

"No wonder you asked me to bring a larger medicine box, it turned out to be to abduct people." Ye Lingxi suppressed his throat, worried that the Xiao family's coachman would hear it.

Ye Qingzhou chuckled, his voice was as warm as jade: "Miss Lingxi's words have wronged me, and others voluntarily entrusted, how can it be said to be abduction?" ”

It turned out that this Ye Qingzhou was actually disguised by Xie Xingzhi.

Ye Lingxi poked his fingers in, gently touched the baby's curled little hand, and asked curiously, "How do you know that the Xiao family will entrust this little thing to you?" ”

"I don't know," Xie Xingzhi said with a smile in his eyes, "The wise and resourceful people in the world see the same thing. ”

This child is the grandson of Ji Taiwei and the nephew of his friend Ji Yuelin, he originally thought that if the Xiao family was worried about being affected by this child, he persuaded the Xiao family to hand over the child to him.

But as a result, he didn't have a chance to speak.

There are still people in the Xiao family who are willing to risk saving this poor child, and they will agree with him.

"Dare to hand over this child to you like this, it is simply entrusting the life of the whole family, that Xiao family Xiaolangjun trusts you so much, it seems that he must admire you very much."

Although the child was handed over to "Ye Qingzhou", it was actually because of Xie Xingzhi.

Xie Xingzhi smiled slightly: "Xie Xingzhi is just a layman, how can he admire?" It's just a gentleman's friend. ”

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, purely out of benevolence and righteousness, and it is just a frank and trusting handover.

That Xiao Lang trusted not him Xie Xingzhi, but the gentleman's avenue in his heart.

Ye Lingxi nodded, and lifted the medicine box into his arms: "Since this is the case, then I will also be a gentleman, where are you going to send this child?" I'll deliver it for you. ”

Ji Jiawulang Ji Yuelin disappeared last night, and Empress Dowager Yang didn't even let go of an unborn child, how could she let him go? Now that the whole city is searching, Xie Xingzhi, who has a close relationship with Ji Yuelin, is the key suspect.

Xie Xingzhi bowed his hand gratefully, and said, "Bodhi Temple." ”

This was also proposed by that Xiao Lang, and it also coincided with Xie Xingzhi's thoughts.

There is a mountain in the western suburbs of Luojing, originally nameless, it is said that the grandfather of Emperor Gaozong was in the present day, a time out hunting back to Beijing, when looking up, I happened to see that there was a golden wheel of light shining between this mountain, like the light of the Buddha shrouded, so, the name of the mountain was given "Fahua Mountain", and a Buddhist temple was built in the mountain, Bodhi Temple.

Now the Empress Dowager Yang respects the Buddha and worships the Buddha, and every season she has to send people to the Bodhi Temple to worship and worship, and the Bodhi Temple is more respected by the nobles of the princes in Beijing, and the incense is prosperous.

Because there are too many pilgrims on the mountain, and there are many dignitaries, Xie Xingzhi rarely enters the temple from the gate of the front mountain.

He took off Ye Qingzhou's disguise, returned to his original appearance, and went up the mountain along the mountain road behind Fahua Mountain as before.

When the acquaintance saw him, he smiled and folded his hands: "Amitabha, the great monk just said that Lord Xie will definitely come up to the mountain today, and this is true." ”

Not all monks can be called "great monk", which is an honorific title that can only be used by senior monks who are old and virtuous.

The great monk in the mouth of the little novice is called "withered bamboo".

This withered bamboo master once walked alone to the Western Regions Buddhism to learn Sanskrit Buddhism, after returning to the Great Jin Dynasty, opened the altar to give 300 lectures, promoted Buddhism, traveled around, lasted 18 years, and then went to this Bodhi Temple to cultivate, for many years has been focusing on translating and commenting on Buddhist scriptures, rarely receiving foreign visitors.

Xie Xingzhi said with a smile: "Last night, I saw the old monk calling me, saying that he urgently needed chess friends to relieve his boredom, and the master summoned me, so I didn't dare not come." ”

"The great monk is in the scripture room of the Zen monastery, thank the donor, please take care of yourself."

Xie Xingzhi had lived in the temple for a whole year, and he was as familiar with this place as his own home.

When passing by a remote Zen monastery, he casually glanced at it, and saw a person standing under a tree in the courtyard, his head and face wrapped in cotton yarn, as if his face was not lightly injured, and he couldn't see his face.

But...... The figure looked familiar.

Xie Xing stopped slowly, hesitated for a moment, and finally just smiled and shook his head, and did not turn back to find out.

He came to the Zen courtyard of withered bamboo, and the sound of wooden fish chanting came from the room, he did not knock on the door and entered the house, he knelt down under the Bodhi tree in the courtyard, and poured himself the cold tea on the wooden table.

The breeze blows, Bodhi is swaying, and the bright sunlight passes through the shadows and branches of the trees, and the mottled spots of light playfully fall on the hem of Xie Xingzhi's scattered clothes, dotted with stars, flickering and jumping.

The work of a cup of tea passed quietly.

The voice of the little novice came from outside the Zen monastery: "Female benefactor, please." ”

Ye Lingxi came in with the medicine box, and when Xiao Shami closed the courtyard door and left, she took the baby out of the medicine box and handed it into Xie Xingzhi's arms.

Xie Xingzhi hugged the child: "Half a pot of cold tea, if the girl doesn't dislike it, please take care of yourself." ”

After that, he took the child and entered the menstrual room.

The last silver needle was pulled out, the baby's pink little fist opened, and the mouth was doubled, and finally the first cry since birth was issued.

The sound of the wooden fish in the room was interrupted by the sound of crying.

The old monk's expression was stunned, he got up and came to Xie Xingzhi's side, and saw him holding the baby in his arms, with a sigh of emotion.

"Oh, the old monk still thought that one day he would shave for you with his own hands, clean the six roots, and cut off the red dust, but I didn't expect that you had taken root in the red dust and bore such fruits, it seems that I can only shave for this child."

The withered bamboo lovingly stroked the baby's little head, saying that it was also magical, the baby was touched by the withered bamboo's little head, and immediately stopped crying, opened a pair of watery eyes like black grapes, stared at the withered bamboo curiously, and showed a sweet smile.

The withered bamboo smiled, expressing that he was very pleased: "Jinzhi, you are very enlightened in Buddhism, the layman has a cloud to plant melons and get melons, it seems that this child is also born with spiritual roots, my Buddhist inheritance is hopeful, in the future, you have to work harder, more results, more the better." ”

Xie Xingzhi smiled dumbly: "If you want to take the ordination for this child, I can't help but call the shots, this child is not finished, and the parents are safe, you still have to ask the person who sent the child to you, or ask the one in the Zen temple." ”

Withered bamboo's eyes flashed with essence: "Isn't the person who sent the child to me Jinzhi you?" ”

He avoided the second half of the sentence.

Xie Xingzhi didn't care, put the child on the cushion, opened the swaddling clothes, and carefully checked the child's body for any problems.

"Old monk, I have known you for a long time, but I have never heard you mention that Xiao Lang."

Withered bamboo took out the baggage from the box, and it was full of children's clothes and diapers that had been prepared long ago.

"You don't want to eat sour, I don't know that Xiao Lang well, it's just that he accompanied his mother to the mountain to pay homage once."

Only once, it was even made that this old monk who had not seen outsiders was willing to meddle in this complicated and dangerous red dust matter.