After Chinese New Year's Eve, from the second day of the new year, it is time to visit relatives and friends.

Jin Ge is just alone now, and there is no one to see.

He had a very quiet year.

At this time, Meng Fei'er and Chun Niang came to his room.

Jin Ge walked out of the room.

Meng Fei'er said to Jin Ge: "Tomorrow Shuangshuang and I will go to Zhenguo Temple to offer incense, do you want to go?" ”

"I have something to attend to, so I'm not going." Jin Ge shook his head very dryly and said.

Meng Fei'er showed a hint of annoyance on her face, and said coldly: "Don't forget it!" Then he left with Chunniang.

Jin Ge looked at Meng Fei'er's distant back and shook his head helplessly.

After the Spring Festival, the weather begins to warm up, making people feel a hint of spring.

The weather is clear and sunny, making it a suitable day for travel.

Every year on the second day of the first lunar month, a temple fair is held at Zhenguo Temple.

Pilgrims from all over the world come up to the mountain to worship.

The scholars offered some incense and prayed that they would be able to go to high school in the coming year, and that the Buddha would be gilded with gold when the time came.

The young ladies are looking forward to finding a wishful husband as soon as possible.

The merchants prayed for their wealth.

The ragged beggar hopes that he will have no worries about food and clothing in the future......

Meng Fei'er, Jin Ge and others, accompanied by more than a dozen guards, came to the foot of the mountain in a sedan chair.

Due to the large number of pilgrims who went to Zhenguo Temple to worship incense today, they had to stop the sedan chair and prepare to walk up the mountain.

Jin Ge walked out of the sedan chair, walked to Meng Fei'er's sedan chair, and lifted the sedan curtain.

Meng Feier smiled and stepped off the sedan chair.

"Fei'er!"

A crisp shout came.

Jin Ge followed the voice and saw that it was Ning Shuangshuang.

It's just that there are a few boys and girls behind Ning Shuangshuang.

Meng Fei'er smiled and said, "Shuangshuang! ”

Meng Fei'er and Ning Shuangshuang's hands were clasped tightly together.

At this time, after a commotion not far away, there was an exclamation.

"Look, look!"

"Oh my God, who's that guy in the long black dress?"

"It's Memphier!"

"What about the white dress?"

"Ning Shuangshuang!"

"Chang'an Shuangshu appeared at the same time, and the incense was worth ...... this time"

Meng Fei'er and Ning both exchanged a few words.

Ning Shuangshuang began to introduce a few people behind them for them.

When everyone knew that Jin Ge was the one who blew up Hongzheng Academy, their faces changed.

The color of contempt for Jin Ge is fully revealed.

Ning Shuangshuang was slightly embarrassed.

Meng Fei'er's face was not very good-looking.

Jin Ge had a harmless smile on his face.

Zhenguo Temple is halfway up the mountain.

Jin Ge and the others could only walk.

The stone steps are not very steep, but they are very long.

It took Meng Fei'er, Ning Shuangshuang, Jin Ge and the others about half an hour to complete the stone steps.

In front of the mountain gate of Zhenguo Temple.

Jin Ge respectfully took a stick of incense, threw a piece of broken silver into the merit box, and told Meng Fei'er to visit the temple first, and then gather in front of the mountain gate later.

Meng Fei'er understood what Jin Ge meant, and advised: "Be careful yourself!" ”

Jin Ge just waved his hand and left.

Jin Ge doesn't like crowded places, so he chooses quiet paths to walk, and after passing through a few arches, it is difficult to see people.

At this time, an old voice came: "The donor is here alone, his brows are tightly locked, is there anything to worry about?" ”

Jin Ge hurriedly turned his head to look.

Seeing that it was a kind old monk, he was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Jin Ge bowed very politely and said, "Master! ”

The old monk had already walked to Jin Ge's approach and said, "Why don't you tell the donor what you are worried about, maybe the poor monk can relieve the donor's worries!" ”

Jin Ge was alert, he was just a pilgrim, why was this monk so enthusiastic?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Jin Ge had a plan in his heart and said: "Master, my eyes are like a torch, I do have a few worries. ”

The old monk folded his hands and said, "But it doesn't hurt to say." ”

Jin Ge thought for a moment and said, "Why does the water flow low, why does the fruit fall to the ground when it is ripe, instead of flying into the air?" ”

"When you put the mirror in the basin of water and look at the moon in the sky, half of the moon in the mirror is colored, why isn't the other half?"

"Why do two pieces of silver, one large and one small, fall to the ground at the same time after they are thrown from the upper floors at the same time?"

"Why does the sun rise in the east and not ...... from the west"

"Why do you see the mast of a ship first at sea, and don't you say that the sky is round and the place is round? How can this be solved? ”

Jin Ge told all his sorrows.

The more the great monk listened, the more confused he became, and he hurriedly said: "Forgive the poor monk for being shallow in his learning, and he can't answer for the donor." ”。

Jin Ge smiled and said, "Master, there is a sentence in the Diamond Sutra that is very suitable for me at the moment. ”

"All appearances are vain, sorrow is empty, sorrow is empty......"

"Master, I don't know if I'm right?"

The old monk stood on the spot for a while, clasped his hands together, and said, "Diamond Sutra? The poor monk had never heard of it. ”

Jin Ge asked a few more Buddhist scriptures, and the old monks all shook their heads and said they hadn't heard of it.

After Jin Ge was speechless for a while, he no longer paid attention to the old monk, and after walking around again, he came to the mountain gate and found a piece of bluestone to sit on, just waiting for Meng Fei'er to return.

Jin Ge sat quietly on the bluestone, and heard the most discussed by the pilgrims in the past is that Sun Peng, a talented man from Huai'an Mansion, wrote a poem that has been famous for thousands of years in Zhenguo Temple......

About half an hour passed.

Meng Fei'er and Ning Shuangshuang and a few others also walked out.

Jin Ge smiled and stood up.

Ning Shuangshuang nervously came to Jin Ge's approach, rolled the corners of his clothes with his hands, and said, "Jin Gongzi, it's a pity that you didn't go to Merlin just now. ”

"With Jin Gongzi's talent, if he was present at that time, he would definitely be able to amaze the audience like Sun Peng."

The hint of disdain on the corner of Jin Ge's mouth was like a disdainful mockery.

His expression was immediately captured by a scholar named Xiao Wenhou in the crowd.

Xiao Wenhou stepped forward and said, "I don't know Young Master Jin, why is he so expressional?" ”

Jin Ge felt inexplicable, ignored this person, took Meng Fei'er's hand, and turned around to leave.

The man directly opened his arms and blocked Jin Ge's way.

Jin Ge smiled and said, "What does this mean?" ”

The man said: "When Miss Shuangshuang mentioned Sun Peng just now, I saw the disdain and sarcasm on your face!" ”

Jin Ge scoffed.

Xiao Wenhou pointed at Jin Ge and said, "Yes, yes! That's what you just looked like. ”

Jin Ge said: "Can you control my expression?" ”

After speaking, he took Meng Fei'er and left.

Xiao Wenhou still followed Jin Ge unrelentingly.

Jin Ge stopped, glanced at Xiao Wenhou, and said coldly: "If you dare to entangle again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

Then Jin Ge greeted Xiao Wenhou's mother.

The expression on Xiao Wenhou's face was stunned at first, and then immediately turned red, stretched out his finger and pointed at Jin Ge, his lips trembled and said: "Vulgar person, full of foul language, you insult Sven ......"