Chapter 12: The master speaks so nicely
Zangyun Temple stands here for 200 years, is the most lively and prosperous place at the junction of the two cities, people in a radius of hundreds of miles like to come here to worship the Buddha.
First, because the scenery here is excellent, which makes people forget to return, and the literati often come to chant poetry and have fun, and the reputation is out.
The second is because of this legendary floating cloud master.
It is rumored that Master Fuyun's divination is extremely accurate, and he speaks the truth, and many people come here and ask to see him.
But Master Fuyun refused to accept it, and when he let out his words, he saw someone who was destined.
Some people even wanted to use force to persecute them, but Master Fuyun would rather die than give in, and in the end, under pressure, he still let people go.
At this point, Master Fuyun's prestige has reached its peak, and there are still very few people who have seen him.
The folk portrayal of him is polarized, some say that he is short and stout, with an ugly face, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, so he is not seen.
Some people say that he is independent and has an outstanding demeanor, just like an immortal.
Both statements have their own reasons, but they are too exaggerated, Chu Wuxian doesn't believe in either, he only believes in his own eyes.
"Master, it's here." Xin Zhi and Xin Xing dismounted first, the temple gate was on the mountain, and they couldn't ride in on horseback, so Xin Zhi came over to lead Chu Wu's hateless horse.
Chu Wuxian took a deep look at Jieyun Peak hidden in the clouds, nodded, turned over and dismounted, and stood in place without moving.
Xin Zhi didn't know why: "Master? β
Chu Wuxian glanced at him: "You go and settle the horse first, I'll go first." β
"Yes."
Xin Zhi and Xin Xing went to find someone to tie their horses, and Chu Wuxian stood in place for a while, pursing his lips and untying the jade pendant.
The drowsy Xie Shuangge noticed the familiar temperature, suddenly woke up, just after riding a horse, Chu Wuxian's palm was red and hot by the reins, and it was even a little hot when it was pasted, she dodged back, but just sent the jade pendant to someone's palm.
Chu Wuxian paused, gently pressed the jade pendant, frowned and pondered, sure enough, the ghost would be afraid of the Buddhist temple, and it was better to hide her.
Thinking so, he stuffed the jade pendant into his sleeve pocket.
Xie Shuangge's eyes suddenly darkened.
Xie Shuangge: "? β
Where did you put her?
No, why Xie Yupei?
She didn't understand, it was pitch black in front of her, and she couldn't rely on the scenery to guess Chu Wuxi's thoughts, she sighed helplessly, "Fortunately, I can still hear it." β
Chu Wuxian strode up the steps, entered the temple gate, and suddenly opened up in front of him, a huge copper beast incense burner stood in the center, and there was incense as thick as an arm's arm in it, which was slowly burning, occasionally showing a little scarlet with the wind.
The unique sandalwood fragrance in the temple came to his face, and Chu Wuxian pursed his thin lips and stood in place to look.
Seeing that he didn't move or speak, the little novice thought that he was coming for the first time and didn't know what to do, so he stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, is the donor here to offer incense?" What do you want to ask for? β
Chu Wuxian shook his head: "I'm not here to burn incense and worship the Buddha." β
Xiao Shami was stunned, he didn't burn incense or worship Buddha when he came to the temple, what was he here for?
"Masterβ"
Xin Zhi and Xin Xing followed, the two glanced at the little novice, Xin Xing stepped forward and smiled slightly: "This little master, dare to ask Master Fuyun if he is in the temple?" β
Little Shami suddenly realized that he was here for Master Fuyun!
He smiled knowingly, "Master Fuyun is in the temple, but the master has rules, and he only sees people who are destined." β
Xin Zhi asked rhetorically: "You haven't passed the word yet, how do you know that we are not destined?" I'm going to ask you for a word, and I'll sayβ"
He glanced at Chu Wuxian, who was beside him, with a blank face, "The Jinyi Guard commanded Lord Chu to come to see the master on the orders of the emperor. β
Xiao Shami's face changed slightly when he heard the word "imperial order", and he bowed down again and said, "I'll go here." β
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After a cup of tea, the little novice came back with an unconcealed joy on his face, "Three adults, please come with me, the master has promised to see you." β
Xin Zhi raised his eyebrows and whispered to Xin Xing beside him: "What master, it's just like that, don't you still have to bow your head in front of Your Majesty?" β
Xin Xing glared at him, "Be cautious." β
"Snort." Xin Zhi sneered, unimpressed.
Chu Wuxian listened silently, and he was also a little puzzled in his heart, not sure if this master saw them because of His Majesty, or because they were destined?
If it is the former, who will he turn to to answer his doubts?
With these thoughts in mind, Chu Wuxian followed Xiao Shami all the way up, climbed an unknown number of steps, walked for a full two quarters of an hour, and finally stopped.
"This is it, this place is called the dust courtyard, it is the residence of Master Fuyun, the master is cooking tea in it, please go alone."
Xiao Shami glanced at Xin Zhi and Xin Xing, and smiled apologetically.
Xin Zhi and Xin Xing glanced at each other, and were about to speak, when Chu Wuxian said, "Got it." β
Xiao Shami bowed and retreated, and Xin Zhi stepped forward, "Master, do you want to go in alone?" β
Chu Wuxian bowed his head and pushed open the wooden gate of the small courtyard, "You guys wait for me here, don't move around at will." β
"Yes."
Xin Xing pulled Xin Zhi and retreated to the shade on the side, watching Chu Wuxian disappear at the door of the small courtyard.
Xin Zhi was puzzled: "What are you pulling me for?" What if there is fraud in it? Are you so relieved? β
Xin Xing rolled his eyes: "You think the master is paper paste?" Don't forget, we can't beat the master together, and if there is fraud in it, let's not help. β
Xin Zhi: "......"
The truth is always so harsh.
He tugged at his ears impatiently, and muttered: "Master, master, I haven't seen any merits, the shelf is not small, even His Majesty has to give him some face, what is it?" β
Xin Xing said in a deep voice: "The people believe in gods and Buddhas more than Your Majesty, if you rashly target these masters and monks, it will arouse public resentment, so as long as these masters do not fan the flames, Your Majesty will turn a blind eye and pass it, maybe when it will come in handy." β
Xin Zhi was stunned for a moment, thoughtful.
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After Chu Wuxian entered the small courtyard, he didn't squint and went straight to the wooden house.
Master Fuyun's small courtyard is indeed worthy of its name, it is clean and tidy everywhere, and there is not a trace of dust.
Knowing that there was a guest, the door was open, and Fuyun sat on the futon to cook tea, and when he heard the footsteps, he didn't reply: "Please sit." β
The voice was unexpectedly young, and Chu Wuxian's footsteps couldn't help but pause.
Even Xie Shuangge, who was eavesdropping on his sleeve, had a numb ear.
The sound is like a pearl and jade, and it is as soft as the murmuring of spring water.
Listening to it gives people a feeling of spring flowers blooming and everything recovering.
Originally, she had little interest in the monk in the robe and hairless, but when she heard this voice, she suddenly wanted to see the face of the floating cloud master.
She quietly let Yu Pei roll forward, trying to poke her head out to take a look.
Chu Wuxian was brought back to his senses by this little movement, frowned and pinched his cuffs, and walked to the opposite side of Fuyun and sat down as if nothing happened.
Xie Shuangge: "......"
Fuyun raised his eyes, his hand moved slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over his sleeve, as if he was smiling.
ββDigressionββ
Remember this puffy cloud, Ano, this master.