Wu Yi looked at the delicate little monk in front of him who was wearing a bow, and smiled a little innocently, and then saw the little monk's slight movement of swallowing saliva was a little abrupt, and hurriedly said: "Little master, wait a minute, I will ask someone to prepare some vegetarian dishes for you." ”

The little monk wanted to say that in fact, you don't need vegetarian dishes, you can eat whatever you want, I think the roast chicken is very good. But as soon as Wu Yi finished speaking, he had already turned around and went to the back kitchen, and the little monk could only scratch his head a little stupidly. It didn't take long for Wu Yi to personally bring a few side dishes, as well as a few white steamed buns and a bowl of clear soup. A few vegetarian dishes looked delicate and delicious, and they were slightly shiny, which made the little monk move his index finger when he saw it, and quickly thanked him again, and then found a corner and devoured it.

Wu Yi was very happy to see that the little monk was eating, so he also nodded lightly and smiled, thought about it, but made another pot of tea, and saw that the little monk had almost eaten, so he poured a cup and handed it to him.

The little monk ate all the small dishes in the wind, and hiccuped with some satisfaction, but he was still a little unsatisfied, and hurriedly lowered his head and muttered: "Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha, the disciple knows that this is a rare full meal along the way, but it is greedy and poisonous, not that the disciple is not satisfied, the disciple is still young, presumably the Buddha will not blame, if the disciple can eat more roast chicken, it would be better." ”

Wu Yizheng handed over the water, heard the little monk's muttering and couldn't help but cry and laugh, and said that the little monk kept shouting the Buddha but didn't take the rules and precepts too seriously, and couldn't help but chuckle a little.

The little monk was whispering to himself, when he suddenly heard this chuckle, and saw Wu Yi handing over the tea with a smile, knowing that the muttering "accidentally" just now was heard, he couldn't help but be a little red-faced, so he could only take the tea in embarrassment, pretend that nothing had happened and drink it all, and handed the teacup back to him, and did not mention anything about roast chicken.

Wu Yi smiled and watched the little monk drink the tea, but he just smiled and took the teacup without speaking.

The little monk coughed a little embarrassedly, blinked innocently, and saw that Wu Yi was still indifferent and could only sigh helplessly, but he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Dare to ask this benefactor, the little monk heard that Mr. Xiao Yu came to Luoyang before, and it caused a big sensation not long ago, I don't know if Mr. Xiao Yu is still in Luoyang City?"

Wu Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the little monk again without a trace, but the smile on his face did not change, but he did not answer directly, but asked: "I haven't asked the little master for the Dharma name, where did he come from, this Mr. Xiao Yu did come to Luoyang, and made two excellent poems for the ages, is the little master familiar with that Mr. Xiao Yu, is he here to join him?"

The little monk scratched his head with some distress and said, "The little monk Huiyuan is from Xizhou. As he spoke, he turned his eyes and said pitifully: "I can't hide it, in fact, my mother said that I am Mr. Xiaoyu's biological flesh and blood, and I came to Luoyang this time to recognize my relatives." As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes and tried to squeeze out two tears.

Wu Yi's original smile on his face froze, and he almost rolled his eyes speechlessly and thought, "Just like Mr. Xiao Yu, it seems that he has never reached the crown, where did such a big child come from, this little monk looks cute, and he can't see his heels, isn't he a little liar who cheats on eating and drinking?" Thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly and said: "Little master, monks can't talk nonsense, that Mr. Xiao Yu is not a few years older than you, where can there be a child as old as you." ”

The little monk Huiyuan thought with a bitter face: "I originally thought that the person who could write so many great works should be a middle-aged person who is not young, so even if he loses, he will be beaten by an adult, and it is not ugly after all, if he is not too old than himself, it will be too embarrassing if he loses again." But his eyes lit up and he said: "Listening to the tone of the donor, could it be someone who has seen Mr. Xiao Yu with his own eyes, I think he should know where Mr. Xiao Yu lives, right?"

Wu Yi touched the back of his head, thinking that this little monk didn't know what was going on with Mr. Xiaoyu, but looking at his age, he didn't think he was looking for trouble, so he didn't really have anything important. After thinking about it, he finally said with some hesitation: "Actually, I have only seen it once, but Mr. Xiaoyu has not appeared since that poetry meeting, but I heard that I have a good relationship with Mrs. Xu and General Han's Mansion, so you can go there to try your luck." ”

The little monk bowed his head thoughtfully, put one hand together for eleven salutes, and then said with a smile: "Thank you for the donor's guidance, you are a kind-hearted person at a glance, and you will definitely have a good retribution, and the little monk will say goodbye." ”

Wu also smiled and said goodbye, and the little monk turned around and left.

It's just that the little monk sighed with a little regret as he walked, and thought, "It's a pity that this donor is so smart, but he is a person without Huigen, I have prompted it so obviously, and in the end, I regretted missing it with the fragrant roast chicken." Hey, this is probably the Buddha's warning to me, but I pity the donor, at first glance, it is the face of great wealth and nobility, but it is a pity that the red dust is riddled with karma, I am afraid that it is difficult to be liberated. While walking, he thought in his heart, but he slapped his head again and said badly: "I forgot to ask for directions, but I don't know where to go first, but the little monk has always been lucky, and I don't think I should take a second trip." ”

Just a little hesitant to think about who to ask for directions, is it the strong man who looks fierce and vicious, or the scholar with a smile in his eyes? or the woman who still has charm? But suddenly his eyes lit up, and a petite and delicate figure broke into his sight, and the little monk couldn't help but swallow his saliva and secretly thought to himself, "Obediently, looking at the small appearance, how can it be so turbulent, it is simply scared to death." ”

Hurriedly hurried a few steps to block the girl's way, and said with a smile on the eleventh salute with low eyebrows: "Amitabha, young lady, you have a fate with my Buddha, I don't know if you can make it convenient and show the little monk the way." ”

Sima Qihong's footsteps paused, and she looked at the little monk who was blocking her way and looked at the thief with some suspicion.

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The scholar with a smile in his eyes and a gentle expression paused slightly, his eyes swept over the little monk imperceptibly, and only after he didn't find anything unusual did he look away, and turned his head to find that the woman who was still charming was squeezing her eyebrows and throwing her eyes around, and couldn't help but hold her forehead and helplessly said to the strong man who looked fierce: "Wei Gang, don't care about your mother-in-law, those eyeballs are going to fly into someone else's arms." ”

The strong man named Wei Gang stretched out his hand and scratched his head and said with a smile: "Don't have anything, don't have anything, it's not like I haven't been back to my mother's home Luoyang for many years, this may be what the scholars said...... Near... Timidity, huh?"

The scholar sighed helplessly and said: "You better speak well, if you know that these four words of homesickness will be used like this, I am afraid that I will not dare to appear together with the four words." ”

The strong man scratched his head again and laughed, but did not speak. On the contrary, the woman who still had the charm retracted her wandering gaze, and said a little unhappily: "How can I speak, what my man says, I am just homesick, what's wrong with me, hindering you?"

The scholar was good-tempered, and he was not annoyed, but just smiled and shook his head and said: "Whatever you want, although I don't know why that person has to come with you and what you have to do, but I still want to remind you, this is not Chang'an after all, and I am afraid that the recent gathering of storms will not be too peaceful, you still have to be more careful, don't get out of trouble that shouldn't be caused." ”

The strong man nodded calmly, but the woman waved her hand a little impatiently and said: "Okay, don't worry, the old lady is also from the sea of swords and fires, and she is not a hairy boy who doesn't understand anything, you know the measure, isn't your long-winded problem infected by your junior brother?"

The scholar's expression froze, and he shook his head helplessly, saying that he was indeed a little scared by his nagging, and he unconsciously became a little nagging. After thinking about it, he simply said goodbye, turned around and walked away.

The woman saw the scholar go away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said that she was seen dead along the way, and she couldn't do anything, this time she finally got to the boundary and parted ways, and finally was able to let go of herself, but she was a little hesitant and thought, I haven't returned to Luoyang for so many years, and I don't know what has changed, so it's better to try the long-lost osmanthus brew first, Chang'an's osmanthus brew has been fried to a sky-high price, ordinary people are rare to find a jar, and it shouldn't be so rare to come to Luoyang. Thinking about it, he pulled up the strong man and went to the most prosperous restaurant.

Scholars in the endless flow of people at will, although it is the first time to visit Luoyang, but as if very familiar with Luoyang, walking very casual but the goal is very clear, occasionally encounter some difficult to distinguish the fork in the road is only a slight pause to find the target, with a short footwalk through, and finally stop in front of a very large academy.

The big academy in Luoyang City is naturally Luoyang Academy.

The scholar sighed with some emotion, then raised his feet and walked to the gatehouse and said, "Please inform, Chang'an Li Qing, I want to see the head of Luoyang Academy." ”

The gatehouse of Luoyang Academy was slightly stunned, and said that Luoyang Academy has never had a particularly strict access control, and his own gatehouse is almost a show, but it is rare to see a serious name, and he couldn't help but look at it twice, and then suddenly said: "Ah, the mountain chief is in the backyard, this time should still be there, you just go and find it, no need to report." ”

Scholar Li Qing was slightly stunned, and said that this Luoyang was really a little different from Chang'an, so he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, so he walked in with his feet and customs.