The interior furnishings are elegant and simple, with a cloud bed, two cabinets of wooden cabinets, and a Buddhist poem simply pasted on the wall. Sunlight shone in through the window, revealing a few particles of flying dust. Very quiet and peaceful.

After arranging a few people to sit down, the abbot sent away the little novice and said to Zhu Zhanlong: "It's rare for you to come here, the old monk has nothing to entertain you, taste some coarse tea." ”

The abbot himself opened the cupboard and took out a set of twelve pieces of silver tea set from within. and a long box wrapped in silk.

The set of tea sets is shiny and shining, turtle-shaped tea boxes, plain glazed tea saucers, etc., dazzling, Meng Yishan has never seen most of them, and said in his heart: "It's so exquisite, how refreshing it is to take a bowl and flush enough water!" ”

The abbot lifted the lid of the long box. A strange fragrance wafted out first, and King Yi said in surprise: "Dipterocarp, this is the dragon group?" ”

There were a few round white tea cakes in the brocade box, and the prince sighed: "Longyuan wins snow." ”

Guang Qin nodded and said, "This is exactly what it is." "I boiled the water in a thin bottle and prepared it for a while to make tea.

Lao Meng also came over and sniffed it, and asked, "Is this tea very valuable?" ”

King Yi sighed: "This tea was the best tribute when it began in the Song Dynasty Huizong, and the cost of a cake was worth 40,000 yuan. Since my ancestor forbade extravagance and forbade the use of dragon groups for tribute tea, even the court did not have this thing. ”

The tea cake production of Longyuan Shengxue is to take the silver buds produced in Jianxi after steaming, peel off the skin, only take a thin wisp of its heart, save enough and put it into the clear spring with a treasure vessel, after the spring water is impregnated outside, the tea wisps in the inside become crystal clear and clean, white as silver thread. Then after steaming, squeezing, grinding, patting, yellowing, wearing, sealing and other processes to make tea cakes, so complicated, can not make a few pieces a year, Zhu Yuanzhang thinks that this thing is laborious and hurtful, and ordered to strike the dragon group.

Meng Yishan looked at these tea cakes, and the golden cakes in his heart were not worth much. Where did this old monk get it?

While boiling water, Guangqin wrapped a cake of dragon balls in paper, put them together in his palm, and crushed the tea cakes in the paper bag, and then put the broken pieces into a fine small silver luo and sifted them several times to make the tea powder.

Take three tea cups, a steaming water to adjust the ointment, and after the tea is filled, the tea soup in the cup is milky white in color, and the luster is attractive. Wang Ye and Lao Meng took it and tasted it carefully, and they both felt that this tea tasted excellent, light and sweet.

The old abbot smiled lightly and watched the two of them drink with pleasure.

Shaoqing Zhu Zhanlong put down the tea cup in his hand, and said to the abbot of Guangqin with a heavy face: "Zhanlong is here, not to hide from the abbot, for the one in the capital." ”

Guangqin's hand holding the Buddha beads tightened, and he said calmly: "Oh, you finally want to be a soldier, deal with that little child" with emotion: "...... The people of the Zhu family are always killing and killing. ”

King Yi sighed and said, "Even if Xiao Wang has no objection, he will cut the feudal domain sooner or later, and I can't sit back." Then he said: "King Yi, when the time comes, I will be demoted to a concubine, that is not something I can bear. ”

Guang Qin put away his smile, and his tone became flat: "King Yan forty years ago, just like you, I don't know if you have as good luck as Zhu Di." ”

After hearing this, King Yi's expression was shocked, and he looked at the old abbot with some contradictions.

Master Abbot frowned slightly, and said: "The old monk has no intention of dissuading you, he only hopes that you will be kind to your heavenly heart, and if you succeed, you will not harm the enemy's subordinates and increase the killing." ”

Zhu Zhanlong left his seat and bowed and said, "Follow the abbot's teachings." ”

Lao Meng was pondering the monk Guangqin at this time. Zhu Zhanlong was so respectful to him, and he hid the Longtuan tribute tea, and he called him a child today. It seems to have a lot to do with the royal family, what is the identity of this monk?

King Yi then spoke: "There is another improper request for this time. ”

Guangqin's eyebrows had already been raised, and he looked at Zhu Zhanlong with some dissatisfaction.

The prince just couldn't see it, and said to himself: "The soldiers of the Beijing division need a righteous name, and if the name is not right, it is not good, and Zhan Long wants to publish a document in the name of the abbot master and transmit it to the world." ”

Abbot Guangqin turned the Buddhist beads in his hand twice, and laughed mockingly: "In my name? A stinky skin bag named Guangqin, an old monk! What's in the name. ”

Zhu Zhanlong made up his mind, resolutely stepped forward and looked at the old abbot and said, "You are the heir chosen by Taizu, the son of Jianwen of the Ming Dynasty!" That Zhu Di is in the right vein, and this country is actually yours. There was a compelling momentum in the words: "On the day when the little nephew rises up, you will climb the heights and shout, not to mention the scenery, and the outer feudal domains will not dare to confront me." To calm the world, I rely on the emperor's help to help me. ”

Meng Yishan exclaimed! This old monk turned out to be Emperor Jianwen, the Zhu Yunwen who was overthrown by King Yan and exiled for forty years, Zhu Yuanzhang's own grandson.

His whereabouts after escaping from the capital are widely discussed among the people, but he did not expect to be a monk in the White Horse Temple.

After Zhu Zhanlong's earth-shattering words were finished, he turned his head and said sharply to Meng Yishan: "You have heard it, if this matter is leaked, this king will be killed." King Yi's fierce appearance did not frighten Lao Meng, but shocked Xiao Zhu An, and he took two steps back.

The imperial court has never given up the pursuit of Emperor Jianwen for forty years, and the appeal of this abolished emperor is still very huge, which is equivalent to a thorn in the heart of the emperor of the current dynasty. The prince's city is very deep, and he deliberately exposed Guangqin in front of Lao Meng, an outsider, that Guangqin is his uncle Emperor Jianwen.

If Lao Meng leaked the secret, and the news of Emperor Jianwen's presence was known to the imperial court, the old monk Guangqin would go into exile again. If he agreed to King Yi and helped him raise troops, he would be under the protection of Zhu Zhanlong, and the danger would be greatly reduced.

Zhu Zhanlong's words were very ingenious, and he found a big trouble for the abbot.

Meng Yishan knew that he was being used by the prince, and secretly scolded Zhu Zhanlong's ancestor, got up and said: "Abbot, don't worry, Lao Meng has his own measure. I won't miss a word! ”

Guangqin's eyes lit up, stared at King Yi and said: "Zhanlong, I won't promise you to write any text, twenty years ago, I might have looked for Zhu Di's descendants to take revenge, but now the monk doesn't have that vulgar thought." ”

The old abbot sighed: "In the years since I left Jingshi, I don't have to worry about the state and society, and I don't have to be wary of those uncles. walking, living, sitting and lying down, without restraints; Eat and sleep, peaceful and peaceful. Forty years have passed, and the remaining wishes are sufficient. ”

Zhu Zhanlong was moved by emotion, and tried his best to agitate several times, but the abbot simply closed his eyes and was resolute.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the prince had to dispel the idea of courtesy, and he couldn't persecute the old monk. Emperor Jianwen was able to travel freely for forty years under the pursuit of the imperial court and Jinyi Wei, and his martial arts were unfathomable.

For this imperial uncle, the prince still has some affection, and he doesn't want to force him away, so he sighed and said: "Since the abbot has no intention, Xiao Wang will not say more, so I will entrust you with one last thing." He pulled his youngest son Zhu An and said, "Kowtow to the abbot." ”

The little prince bowed down ignorantly, Guangqin hurriedly helped Zhu An up, and asked Zhu Zhanlong, "What are you doing here?" ”

The prince was moved by emotion, and said from the bottom of his heart: "I was assassinated the day before yesterday, touching the hidden worries in my heart, Xiao Wang is going to do something, in case there is an accident, An'er is in the palace, I am afraid that I will miss my life." ”

Zhu Zhanlong looked at Zhu An with some reluctance, and said, "If you want to entrust this son to the master, I will ask him to live in the White Horse Temple from today to avoid this eventful autumn." Let him come back in three years. ”

The prince could not predict the outcome of the army, and in case of defeat, he also wanted to leave a way back for Ai'er.

Zhu An was about to cry, asking him to be separated from his mother, and it was terrible to live with a group of monks, and he wanted to beg his father, but he didn't dare to say it. Knowing what King Yi decides, he will definitely not change it.

Guangqin was amazed and said movingly: "It's rare that you have a heart for your son, so let Xiao An'er stay in this Zen temple and be taught by me personally." ”

The prince was overjoyed and said: "The master was once the emperor of the world, and the literary and martial arts are not the same as the ordinary, which is a great blessing for children." He pressed Zhu An again and asked him to kowtow.

Old Meng Xin said, my apprentice has become a kowtow worm. ”

After talking for a while, the topic turned to the people begging for porridge in front, and the abbot of Guangqin said worriedly: "In the area of Guanluo, the grain harvest will fail this autumn, and with this heavy snowfall, I am afraid that there will be a famine." The people are going to suffer! ”

King Yi frowned and said: "I can only rely on the disaster relief of the imperial court, and I am afraid that the subordinate officials will not be able to do things effectively." ”

Guangqin opened his mouth and said: "Yes, the soup soup in the temple is just a drop in the bucket, and it is just a matter of receiving some help." ”

Meng Yishan saw that Guangqin took pity on the poor and said: "We can't take care of the far away, so let's take the relief point for the poor in Luoyang first." Lao Meng paid for the money to set up a porridge shop in each of the four gates to give alms to the poor, but ......"

The abbot looked at the benevolent Lord Meng and listened to what he had to say.

Lao Meng said confidently: "It's not okay for anyone to give alms like the White Horse Temple, my porridge is only old, weak, sick and disabled, and those who have the strength have to go to the inspection department to go out to serve in the army." Carrying twenty bags of goods is counted as a meal! The heart said: "The people who work are full, so I will go to the ferry for Lao Tzu to dig the Yellow River to clear the mud, and it is not so easy to eat the uncle's food for nothing." ”

Guangqin pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Your Excellency has done this, and you have accumulated countless merits. It is great wisdom for a healthy person to take food by labor, and only by sowing the cause can he reap the fruit. ”

Guang Qin looked at Meng Yishan's eyes thoughtfully, and said: "Look at the divine light in your eyes, strong and unrestricted, it is just a skill that has just entered the innate realm." ”

Lao Meng bowed in his heart, secretly thinking that the old monk was really clever, and said flatteringly: "The old Bodhisattva has good eyesight!" "What is good to listen to what he said, and brought a high hat to Guangqin.

The abbot smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't say such blasphemous words against the Bodhisattva. But he said to Lao Meng: "If you don't think the old monk is troublesome, you can have a discussion with me and see your martial arts foundation." ”

Lao Meng shirked and said: "Your identity, it's not appropriate to do it with me, right?" ”

Guangqin pretended to be angry and said: "I am an old monk of the White Horse Temple, I have no identity, you have to remember!" ”

King Yi said on the side: "Since the abbot has this intention, Yishan, you and the master will ask for benefits." ”

Meng Yishan agreed to come down, thinking that he had to dig up the old monk's martial arts back.

In the open space in the Zen courtyard, Guangqin casually stood in front of the wax plum, still holding Buddhist beads in his hand. said to Lao Meng, who was outside the second zhang: "You attack first." ”

Guangqin's whole body was full of flaws, Meng Yishan thought about it, stepped up and punched out, and the "black tiger digging out the heart" attacked the old abbot's chest.

He only used six points of force for this punch, but the speed was very fast, and he quickly grabbed the middle palace and was about to hit the target.

Guangqin smiled slightly, raised his sleeve and flicked it lightly, and Meng Yishan's fist power was wiped out by this sleeve. Lao Meng did not hesitate, his body was vertical, and he jumped up and kicked out a sea anchor! Passed on from the leg skills of the great pirate Zhang Fan.

The fierce leg force broke through the air and roared, and the strength was emptied and kicked towards Guangqin, and the old abbot picked up the Buddha beads in his hand and pumped them to Lao Meng's legs to jump on the acupoint, forcing him to twist his waist in mid-air, and the spinning flight of a butterfly flying seven spins escaped the Buddha beads.

It's just a temporary leg retraction, and I almost went wrong with a breath of real anger. After taking over the two moves, you can see that the abbot of Guangqin has not moved his position at all. Lao Meng admired it in his heart.

Guangqin looked at him, thought about it and said, "Your first move is Shaolin boxing, so it's okay to get it." The follow-up leg moves are very domineering, very good, but there is no return. It's easy to be taken advantage of by the enemy, and I can't imagine that you can use light power to remedy it, which is a bit interesting. ”

The old abbot analyzed for him: "This move is strong and powerful, and it opens and closes widely, and you haven't been able to use it well in your fists and feet." ”

Meng Yishan nodded knowingly, and Guangqin said, "Come again." "I'm going to serve him as a feeding target and point out Lao Meng's martial arts.

Lao Meng is now congenital and has sufficient internal strength. The tricks are also the true skills of several martial arts masters, and the difference is to use them together.

Guangqin was willing to open his mouth to instruct him, how could he miss such a great opportunity, and respectfully saluted: "Thank you, old abbot." ”

Lao Meng became cautious again, turned into a shadow under the light skill, unfolded his footwork and attacked Guangqin tentatively in a small circle, and the tricks were feminine and deflective, unpredictable like antelope hanging horns, half of which was taught by Wang He, and part of Yun Ao's shadow.

This attack method surprised Guang Qin, and he blocked it a few times, and said in surprise: "This is the martial arts of the Three Treasure Eunuchs!" Strange, there is also Miao Jiang martial arts. ”

Lao Meng Xin said that Wang He was the descendant of Zheng He, and his ancestral eunuch martial arts.

Meng Yishan's current tricks changed, and he was replaced by a set of golden-winged Dapeng fists, which were powerful, flying vertically and horizontally, and attacking the Guangqin monk with a series of moves.

The profound martial arts he used also deeply attracted Guang Qin, just like a chef who always wants to get a glimpse of the whole picture when he sees another family's signature dishes or flavor snacks. The old abbot restrained most of his true power, and only relied on tricks to parry Lao Meng, and said: "Whatever you can do, show it." ”

Meng Yishan laughed and said, "It's here!" Thinking back to Zhang Fan's fierce momentum when he was fighting, his eyes became fierce and fierce, and the Dapeng fist roared out with the thunder of the sea and the sky, and the fierce power made Guangqin unable to just rely on the defensive position, and waved a palm to meet him.

Rumble! The vigor burst out, Guangqin did not move at all, Meng Yishan retreated a few steps, and took advantage of the retreat to pull out the saber, pulling out the treasure knife, and the blade was like a touch of autumn water in the sun.

Lifting the treasure knife and shouting softly, lightning also slashed seven times in a row, the Dao Dao knife was as strong as flying, cutting towards Guangqin, and the monk praised "Good!" The palms of his hands came out as if he was flying through flowers, and Lian Shuqi pointed out the sword qi, and flew up a sleeve to attack Lao Meng's face.

Meng Yishan slashed in the face, snap! blocked the incoming blow, but was also beaten by Guangqin's sleeve wind. He shouted suddenly, staggered backwards to make way of distance, and slashed vertically, slashing with a knife! Chop off Guangqin's shoulder.

The abbot turned his body, and his side split two palms to clamp the blade, and he entered the white blade empty-handed! The shoes under his feet flickered, and he kicked Lao Meng with a flying kick. Meng Yishan was shocked and threw up the knife and jumped back, flying back.

The abbot of Guangqin reversed the handle of the knife, grabbed the broken army in his hand, and praised: "Good knife!" The whole person exudes a royal momentum, raising the knife and dancing gently, blooming a row of peacock-like knife shadows, the footwork turns, the knife shadow is thousands of illusions, like the water waves of Luoshui, dense and continuous, the potential road is endlessly derived from the sword qi, hundreds of thousands of knife lights are guarded in front of him, from what angle to look at the past, are shrouded in the knife momentum.

This is a set of exquisite sword techniques based on defense, because it can be defended, there is no attack, and the flaws are very small. With Lao Meng's skills cultivated by Yun Ao, who has been cultivated by everyone in the knife path, he can only see one or two, and I believe that this set of knife techniques is used to face the enemy, and there is a better performance.

The abbot put away the knife, walked to the stunned old Meng, and handed the knife back to Meng Yishan. said with a smile: "Your treasure knife is really sharp, and it can do the essence of the knife technique, so I cherish it." ”

Meng Yishan insisted, turned his head and said to King Yi, who was watching the battle: "Lord Wang, this knife was given to Lao Meng by you, it is your heart, I will never forget this love!" Now I want to give this treasure knife to the abbot master, the knife is in the abbot's hand, and it is much stronger than me. ”

These words are extremely single, that is, to please King Yi, to express gratitude for the gift of the knife, but also to show that Lord Meng is broad-minded, and he can give the sword to Guangqin.

Wang Ye said in his heart: "You kid is really scheming, use my knife to curry favor." I was also surprised by Lao Meng's heroic act, and the prince gave a knife to Lao Meng because he was a prince and couldn't use it, so he gave a knife to Meng Yishan.

As a martial artist, Meng Yishan was able to give away the sword with him, and his arrogance was commendable.

The abbot master looked at Meng Yishan deeply, raised his hand, and inserted the treasure knife back into the empty sheath on Lao Meng's waist, and said with a smile: "The monk recites the scriptures all day long, and what is the word with the knife on his back, can I still use him to kill?" ”

"This, haha......" Lao Meng listened to the abbot's witty words and laughed for a while.

Guang Qin said with a smile: "This is a set of "Fubo Knife Method" that focuses on guarding. How about I teach him to you? "He has a good impression of Lao Meng and has the heart to teach martial arts.

Meng Yishan's heart is waiting for you! He bowed to the ground and said respectfully, "Master is above!" Please accept Lao Meng's worship! He said that he bowed three times in a row.

Guangqin was a little caught off guard by his hand, and hurriedly pulled him up and said, "It's just to teach a set of knife techniques, and there is no need to apprentice." ”

Lao Meng didn't do it, and shouted: "The master passed on my martial arts, and he was the master." Although I am a rough person, I also understand the importance of respecting teachers. "Bow down and pay homage again.

The old monk used to be the Son of Heaven, so have you seen this? hurriedly pulled him up, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, this is a rogue man"

Guangqin thought that Meng Yishan had already learned that he was Jianwen. If you take him as a disciple, you may be able to protect your identity from being revealed through this affection.

Meng Yishan stood up and was overjoyed, finally relying on this master.

The prince walked over and squinted at Lao Meng, and congratulated the master abbot: "Congratulations to the master for accepting a good apprentice." "The heart says that you kid really has a hand.

Of course, the old monk's martial arts and status are high. Otherwise, with Lao Meng's current congenital achievement realm, it will be difficult to find a master who is the head.

Several people turned back to the abbot's quiet room, lit incense cases, witnessed by Zhu Zhanlong, the lord of the Yi Kingdom, and Lao Meng re-apprenticed to the teacher, and paid a big salute to Guangqin.

The old abbot officially accepted Meng Yishan as an apprentice.

Afterwards, in order to make up for the guilt of fostering his beloved son in the White Horse Temple, King Yi took Xiao Zhu'an to the front hall to play, leaving Meng Yishan and the abbot of Guangqin to learn martial arts.