Chengtianfu is a long way from Suzhou, and when Emperor Dayong sent people to Suzhou, the camp on this side of Xiangshan Zen Monastery has already been opened.

It is impossible to lock down the Xiangshan Zen Monastery for a long time, and it is impossible to keep a group of obviously innocent people in custody all the time.

What's more, there are also Yi Shuyuan and Long Feiyang, as well as the current inability to be a monk.

As for the long-bearded monk who has been missing, perhaps as the monk said, he is not an ordinary person.

After the soldiers and horses left, the Xiangshan Zen Temple suddenly became deserted.

The pilgrims and merchants who had been detained here naturally left as soon as possible, and because of the previous military clearance and posting notices, no new pilgrims came.

Even the soldiers and horses, pilgrims and travelers who walked were not only gone, but also the original monks in the monastery walked a small half.

Some of these monks were afraid that they would be implicated in this matter, so they hurried away afterwards, and some were so frightened that they didn't want to be monks anymore, so they simply returned to vulgarity.

For a while, the entire Xiangshan Zen Temple was deserted all of a sudden.

In the early morning, in the square compound in front of the Xiangshan Zen Temple, some temple monks cleaned up the square here.

Nearly half of the bluestone on the ground has been broken, and even there are many small pits made by the broken stone on the courtyard wall, and the depressions left by the two innate masters before are particularly obvious.

None of these damages could be cleaned up by a few monks, but by removing some rubble or simply filling in the bare mud floor.

Of course, Xiangshan Zen Monastery itself also has some incense money savings, maybe there will be good faith fundraising in the future, and the Sanxiang County Yamen also said that it will do its best to support, and sooner or later it will be able to recover.

Of course, the monk was also involved, and now he took off his old monk's robe and changed into a brown monk's robe from Xiangshan Zen Temple.

In addition to the monks, the few outsiders in the monastery were also helping, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng, as well as Duan Silie, the only one who stayed for a short time.

After cleaning up for a while, the other monks left one after another, not because they were lazy, but because some of the stones under them were too big to move.

Although the monk has abolished his martial arts, his strong physique is far beyond ordinary people, and he still has a lot of strength, so he is still moving some large stones and filling them into a very bare layer of soil.

Duan Silie didn't wear armor, he rolled up his cuffs in his regular clothes, and also carried some large stones to fill the broken ground as much as possible.

Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already stopped, looking at the monk who couldn't take the trouble to repeat similar work, but they could vaguely feel the peace in the monk's heart.

As for Duan Silie, although he was also repeating mechanical work, he was very active in his mind, and he kept thinking about some sentences in Guiyuan Gong.

Naturally, he stayed here to take the opportunity to ask the monk for some details in "Guiyuan Gong", and also wanted to consult Long Feiyang.

It's a pity that Long Feiyang came and went without a trace, and disappeared after a short meeting that day.

Although there were only two people carrying the boulders, the efficiency was very high, and in less than half a day, all the conspicuous boulders had been filled back to the ground.

The monk couldn't pat the dust in his hands and straighten up.

At this moment, looking at the front yard square, although the bluestone on the ground is mostly broken, it is no longer so eye-catching, and the only particularly conspicuous thing may be the big depression.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

Duan Silie breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, and took out the Guiyuan Gong that the monk had spent a day and a night silently writing from his arms, and after flipping through a few pages, he practiced boxing in the field.

Shi Sheng ran close and followed with punches and kicks, boxing indiscriminately, as if he was enjoying it.

"Master, do you want to stay in Xiangshan Zen Monastery forever, or do you want to continue to travel?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice came, and the eyes of the monk who couldn't look at Duan Silie also turned around, with a smile on his face.

"The poor monk will practice in the Xiangshan Monastery for a period of time, maybe he will stay here, maybe he will walk."

It's also waiting for a degree, right?

Yi Shuyuan smiled and didn't say anything more, but looked at Duan Silie, who was intoxicated with practicing over there.

"My friend said that the master's Guiyuan Gong is indeed wonderful, but it is too harsh to supplement it with Guiyuan Dan."

"What Mr. said is very true, but General Duan has the method of forging the body passed down by the dragon's predecessors, which can make up for the lack of Guiyuan Dan to a considerable extent, with his talent, maybe he can bring forth the new, I hope he can enter the innate realm one day."

Yi Shuyuan wanted to say more than just Duan Silie, he changed his words.

"Guiyuan Dan's main medicine, I'm afraid it's snow python gall, right?"

The monk was surprised, not to mention the people here, even in the Nanyan Martial Arts, almost no one knew about it, and the few who originally knew about it have now turned into dirt.

But after thinking about it again, he couldn't be a monk but was a little sudden, and Mr. Yi in front of him was afraid that he was not a mortal.

Yi Shuyuan put away his smile and said calmly.

"Yi once read in a Danshu classic that the snow python gall is a rare spiritual creature in the world, and taking it alone can also prolong life and improve its strength, but it is also easy to attract ominous, is the master uneasy?"

However, when the monk heard this, there was no wave on his face.

"This calamity is self-inflicted, suffering is self-suffering, if this is the place where the poor monks return, there is no anxiety, my Buddha is compassionate!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, and looked sideways in the direction of the inner side of the temple, the treasure top of the Miguang Hall was visible at a glance, and it was golden in the sun.

Isn't that okay?

Obviously, the relics did not move.

However, Yi Shuyuan suddenly smiled, and said in his heart, what is he anxious about, although the relics did not move, they did not fly back, they could only say don't be anxious, don't be impatient, wait for the fate.

The monk suddenly asked again.

"Mr. Yi, you are knowledgeable and knowledgeable like a god, and you are also familiar with Buddhism, and you can even impress such a master as your predecessors, and the poor monk has the courage to ask for advice, where are you sacred?"

In the heart of the monk, Yi Shuyuan can almost be compared to the incarnation of the Buddha, and he came here to enlighten him, but Mr. also made it clear that he was by no means a person in Buddhism.

"Hey~"

Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Yi, but a storyteller, likes to swim in the red dust, read all kinds of things, and record what he sees and compile it into a story"

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan paused slightly before he looked at the monk beside him and continued.

"For example, you, master, the book "Can't Be a Monk", in Yi's opinion, is far from over, and we will meet again when he is fated."

Even if he is a monk who has let go of everything now, when he heard Yi Shuyuan's words, there were still some waves in his heart.

"Is the gentleman leaving?"

Yi Shuyuan slipped out of the folding fan in his sleeve, "stab~" The fan unfolded, the fan swayed the breeze, the fallen leaves rolled in the courtyard, and everyone's clothes fluttered slightly

"Yi is not a monk, so he won't stay in Xiangshan Zen Monastery all the time, right? If it's not a joke, this vegetarian dish is really enough! ”

While laughing, Yi Shuyuan had already fanned his fan and walked to the backyard, and a moment later, another voice came from afar.

"Ishisheng ~~~"

"Oh! Here comes Master—"

Shi Sheng shouted, stopped boxing with Duan Silie, and hurriedly ran to the backyard.

When Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng turned into the backyard one after another, Monk Zhaoli folded his hands here and bowed to each of them.

Many days later, the imperial envoys who rushed to Suzhou in a hurry, after going to the Governor's Mansion and the Suzhou camp first, hurriedly returned to Xiangshan Zen Monastery with Duan Silie, who had only returned for a long time.

It's a pity that Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already left at that time.

The eunuch was summoned to go around the temple, handed over the degree given by the emperor to the monk, and handed over the emperor's handwritten ink treasure and five hundred taels of incense money to the Guangji Zen master.

In the end, the envoy stood by the pit left by the two innate masters and sighed, and then left with regret.

The summoned eunuch not only regretted that he could not stay with Mr. Yi, but also because he saw the traces in the courtyard, he hated to see the duel of the innate master with his own eyes.

At the end of the sixteenth year of Chengxing, the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, in the monastery at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in Sanxiang County, the Son of Heaven sent a messenger to give Mobao - Xiangshan Treasure Temple.

Since then, the Xiangshan Zen Temple has rebuilt the plaque based on the Son of Heaven Mobao and changed its name to the Xiangshan Treasure Temple.

As soon as the reward of the Son of Heaven arrived, the incense was already deserted, and there were some bad rumors about the Xiangshan Treasure Temple, and in an instant, believers from all walks of life and wealthy gentry and magnates from all over the state came to come-

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve seems to be particularly lively, the gongs and drums in Mingzhou City are noisy, and the courtyard of the Mo Mansion always feels a little cold in the hearts of the Mo family.

People set off firecrackers at the door to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, and Mrs. Mo prayed to God and worshiped Buddha in the shrine.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner will be ready for a while, and Old Master Mo and Mrs. Mo snuggled in front of the classroom and looked at the sky.

"I don't know how my baby is, I miss home."

"Madame, don't worry, Sheng'er is following Mr. Yi, can the immortals still make Sheng'er suffer?"

"Hmm!"

"Madam, if you miss your child so much, why don't we ask for another one"

Old Man Mo's mouth came to Mrs. Mo's ear, and his voice was slight while his hand reached into Mrs. Mo's fur.

At this time, someone hurriedly ran over, and Mrs. Mo slapped Master Mo's hand away.

"Master, madam, I didn't find Master Qi."

Master Mo seemed to have nothing happening, and asked his subordinates as usual.

"Did you find it at home?"

"Go, I also went to Niangniang Temple, went to several other temples, and also went to some teahouses and restaurants that Master Qi often went to, but I didn't see anyone, and then Yu Po of Niangniang Temple said that Master Qi had left Mingzhou and couldn't come back in a short time."

"Alright, you can go down."

"Yes!"

Old Man Mo sighed, and then looked to his side, Mrs. Mo had already avoided a distance, and whispered.

"We'll talk about it in the evening."

——

In Suzhou City, far away from Mingzhou City, in the private room of a restaurant, Yi Shuyuan, Gray Mian and Shi Sheng sat at the table or stood on the table.

In front of him was a table full of meat and vegetarian dishes, and Shi Sheng, who was concerned by his parents, was eating a big chicken leg in one hand.

Ash Mian used the plate as a rice bowl and nibbled on a whole plate of braised fish alone.

Yi Shuyuan's eating appearance is much more elegant, but the chopsticks are not slow.

Suddenly, Yi Shuyuan, who was picking up vegetables, paused slightly, as if he felt something, and couldn't help but sigh after a little calculation.

"What's wrong, sir?" "Master, I'll leave a chicken leg for you."

Yi Shuyuan said with a smile.

"Eat yours!"

——

At this moment, in the distant Yuanjiang County of Yuezhou, although the Yi family is not enough, compared with the original people from the same village, it has become a big family.

Not only is there a lot of fertile land, but if you can't grow it yourself, you need to hire someone to help cultivate it.

The original old mansion has also been demolished and rebuilt, and the compound has been deepened.

Yi Abao, who is about to turn fifteen, took a few friends to play in the study at home.

The hometowns of these partners are far away, and they came to Yuezhou Academy to study, and Yi Abao, as a fellow student, warmly invited several good people to return to their homes to spend Chinese New Year's Eve together.

Several people are the same age, they are all curious about new things and rebellious age, and the academy is very respectful to the master, which will inevitably be arranged behind the scenes.

happened to talk about which of the many masters in the academy had good calligraphy and which character was poorly written, but Ah Bao didn't talk to him on the side.

"What do you think, Bao?" "Yes, Brother Yi, don't be so serious, it's not in the academy!"

"Hey, I'm not serious, when it comes to calligraphy, what is the master of the academy? Not as good as a finger of my uncle! ”

"Huh?" "How?" "Could it be that your uncle is very good at calligraphy?"

Po's age is also a time to brag, and at this moment he is making an unfathomable appearance.

"That's natural, my uncle is too lazy to fight for the name of the world, he was ignorant when he was a child, and now his knowledge is gradually accumulating, and his horizons are gradually broadened, so he knows the subtlety of his uncle's calligraphy!"

"What about your grandfather?"

"Well, I went out when I was very young and never came back."

"I see Brother Yi bragging!" "It's not just bragging, it's just eating cows!"

"Maybe it was Brother Yi's uncle and grandfather who bragged, which made Brother Yi believe it when he was a child!"

"Hahaha"

The friend was joking, but Po was a little angry.

"Say I can, can't say bad things about my uncle!"

Seeing that Ah Bao was really angry, others immediately reined in, but their hearts were aroused.

"Brother Yi, in that case, do you have your uncle's Mobao?" "Yes, let's see!"

Po frowned.

"Grandpa Uncle left a lot of ink treasures in the county government at the beginning, but he was treated as a treasure over there, and when the old county order was promoted and transferred, he took away all the county chronicles compiled by Grandpa Uncle, and the master bookkeeper came to my house to cry for this."

"So amazing?" "And this kind of thing!"

The crowd is getting more and more interested.

"Then you don't even have a pair of ink treasures at home?" "yes, is he your uncle?"

Ah Bao was suddenly a little anxious.

"Yes! Absolutely! Back then, the family was in the middle of the road, and I didn't know how to ask my uncle to leave a book, but there was still a pair of ink treasures! ”

(End of chapter)