Outside the mountain gate of the Little Buddha Temple. A lewd bald head suddenly broke out and looked inside.

On weekdays, his favorite bald nephew is sweeping the fallen leaves there, and the monk touched his chest, it's good that the senior brother is not here, otherwise there will be a lecture.

The weather was about to enter autumn, the little monk looked at the only plum tree in the small Buddha temple, but his heart was not bored, in his opinion, cleaning these fallen leaves is one of his daily homework.

The little monk Xu was tired of cleaning, sitting under the plum tree, taking advantage of the shade, looking at the cloudless blue sky, stunned. Outside the mountain gate, a monk dressed in yellow clothes with a wine jug hanging from his waist coughed deliberately.

The little monk turned around and saw his uncle standing outside the mountain gate, so he hurriedly got up and recited the Buddha's name, "Uncle Zhishen is back." ”

Monk Zhishen nodded with satisfaction, his nephew is still rational, why don't you knock him on his bald head a few times today to show encouragement?

Monk Zhishen looked inside the Little Buddha Temple, and the little monk said helplessly: "Uncle, Master is copying books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." ”

Monk Zhishen straightened up in embarrassment, and said with a look of disgust: "Your uncle, am I the kind of person who is afraid of the abbot's senior brother?"

Monk Zhishen picked up the wine jug on his waist and took a sip carefully, and the little monk hurriedly recited the Buddha's name, and muttered forgiveness and forgiveness in his mouth. The old monk Zhishen didn't think so, and handed the wine jug to the little monk, who hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand to show that he didn't need it. Monk Zhishen felt bored, and he didn't talk much to the little monk, and strode to the backyard.

The Little Buddha Temple is a highly respected temple in Daming, because there is a high monk here, the host of the Little Buddha Temple, Master Zhiming, is an old monk who has lived from the Spring and Autumn Period to the present, and most of the dignitaries and nobles want to come here every year to be happy. But there are too many people who come to the small Buddha temple, but those who really want to worship the Buddha have no place, in desperation, the small Buddha temple has to open a special Buddhist meeting for the dignitaries at the end of each month, when the old monk will go out of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, to the world to say the Dharma.

Zhishen walked cautiously in the corridor in the backyard, his eyes looking ahead from time to time, to make sure that he could turn around and slip away at the slightest movement, so as not to be punished by his senior brother for the wine bottle on his waist.

"Zhishen. ”

Monk Zhishen listened to the shouts of his senior brother, knew that he couldn't escape the scolding of his senior brother, bought one foot into his meditation room, and left one foot outside, and said with a bitter face: "Senior brother is early." ”

The old abbot turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and he didn't speak, just looking at his junior brother there. Monk Zhishen was a little chilled by his senior brother's back, and when he gritted his teeth, he was scolded both horizontally and vertically.

"Senior brother, if you have any punishment, just say it, don't say a word. ”

The old abbot smiled lightly, and then said, "Senior brother, don't worry, senior brother won't punish you, I'm here to discuss something with my junior brother today." ”

When Monk Zhishen heard that there was such a good thing, he ran to the old abbot's side in small steps, "Senior brother is also hungry for wine, so I can say, senior brother will buy it for you, but this silver will be paid for you." ”

The old abbot grinned, suppressed the idea of wanting his junior brother to go to the mountain gate to keep vigil outside the mountain gate, and knocked it the head of Monk Zhishen with a Buddhist bead, "I still want you to go to Dajiang Town in Yizhou, where there is a treasure reality recently, there must be a lot of unjust souls, and you represent the small Buddha Temple for them." ”

Monk Zhishen looked reluctant, the broken place in Yizhou is far away from the Little Buddha Temple, after all, the Little Buddha Temple is in Xuzhou. The old abbot looked at the monk Zhishen who lowered his head and knew that he didn't want to go.

"If you don't go, then go to Longhu Mountain, on behalf of the teacher, to congratulate the heavenly master on his ascension. ”

Monk Zhishen was a little interested at this moment, raised his head, looked at his senior brother, and said in surprise: "Senior brother, can that Heavenly Master really be the first person to ascend in a hundred years?"

The old abbot looked in the direction of Longhu Mountain and nodded, "After the Spring and Autumn Period, the matter of ascending in the world becomes very difficult, and most of the cultivators stay in the human world, and at that time, the immortals were also restless after the Spring and Autumn Period. ”

The old abbot finally exhaled and said, "Eventful. ”

Zhishen monk can not be ascension or not, his cultivation is not to ask for this, the only thing that makes him distressed is tomorrow The boy who bet with himself that he will definitely be able to overpower himself in the matter of drinking will not be timid tomorrow.

"As one of the ten people in the world after the Spring and Autumn Period, the Heavenly Master has been able to soar, but it is just to suppress the immortals in the world who have been pressing the realm. ”

Monk Zhishen shook his head again, he is not stupid, then Longhu Mountain is in Yizhou, and he still has to go a long way. The old abbot's face was displeased, and Monk Zhishen asked cautiously, "Is it really not negotiable?" I don't want to quarrel with those bulls. ”

The old abbot shook his head, "No. ”

Monk Zhishen lowered his head, his mood was extremely bad, the old abbot smiled dumbly, took off the Buddha beads in his hand, and put them on Monk Zhishen's wrist, "Didn't you want this for a long time, give it to you today, so that you can have a guarantee on the road." ”

Monk Zhishen looked at the Buddha beads in his hand, and his mood changed from cloudy to sunny, "I'll go to Yizhou, thank you to the abbot." ”

After that, he didn't wait for the old abbot to say too much, he directly held the Buddha beads in his hand and ran away.

The old abbot looked at the back of Monk Zhishen leaving, and knew that Monk Zhishen was going to show off with his disciples, but he promised to go to Yizhou, and he didn't care about the rest.

The old abbot raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, sighed, and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." ”

Chang'an City has been a lot of excitement recently, and recently Zhang Chengxiang of the dynasty has faced Yang Yucheng of Yushitai for some reason, or that kind of situation that never dies, the reason is because Yang Yucheng's groom drove a carriage to hit Zhang Chengxiang's carriage, which was originally a trivial matter between people, but Yang Yucheng was a little fuss, and came to Kyoto Mansion with the corpse of his own groom to complain, this time it frightened Jingzhao Mansion Yin, and the two immortals fought, why bother a mortal like me.

In deep helplessness, after receiving Yang Yucheng with fear, Yin of Jingzhao Mansion learned about the development of the case and personally took people to visit Prime Minister Zhang's mansion.

Prime Minister Zhang's mansion didn't even open the door, and through the crack in the door, Yin of Jingzhao Mansion greeted the porter of Zhang Chengxiang's house, and the response was: The old man is busy with state affairs and is in the Hanlin Academy, please wait for a while.

Jingzhao Mansion Yin hurriedly rushed to the outside of the Hanlin Academy, and in the eyes of countless adults who were officials in the same dynasty, they waited from day to night, and they didn't dare to leave, nor did they dare to complain. Fortunately, when the sun was about to set, Prime Minister Zhang Cheng, who was dressed in the official uniform of the Crane Complement, walked out of it slowly, glanced at Lord Yin with tears in his eyes, and told him that he was a little tired tonight, and he would talk about it tomorrow.

Lord Yin didn't dare to be angry, so he had to return to Jingzhao Mansion and complain and explain to Yang Zhao for a while, and Yang Zhao, who had been waiting for a day, smashed a yellow rosewood table with one palm and walked away.

The next day, Yang Zhao took the coachman to the imperial study to complain, and the Ming Emperor had to find Jingzhao Mansion Yin to understand the situation, Jingzhao Mansion Yin took the fragments of the chair, ran to the Ming Emperor and cried with a handful of snot and tears, and almost carried the coffin and hit the pillar and died. This trouble wiped out the good mood of Emperor Ming early in the morning, and he had to privately promise that the budget of Jingzhao Mansion could be increased by two percent this year, so as to stop Jingzhao Mansion Yin's crying.

Subsequently, Emperor Ming sent someone to invite his teacher Zhang Chengxiang, and after understanding the situation, he said nonsense. With a wave of his hand, Gao Lishi appeared with a hundred taels of silver, and Yang Zhao gave up.

Walking on the royal road, Prime Minister Zhang Cheng walked in front, and Yin Kaihui of Jingzhao Mansion had to walk behind, and he didn't dare to step forward. Zhang Juzheng slowly stopped and looked at the sun hanging in the sky, and realized that today was really a good weather. Suddenly, Zhang Juzheng glanced back in the direction of the imperial study, and was so frightened that Jingzhao Mansion Yin stood in place, not daring to take a step forward.

Zhang Juzheng sighed slightly, really can't wait?

Zhang Juzheng put his hands behind his back, the breeze blew through his clothes, and slowly walked towards the Hanlin Academy.

It turned out that the monarch who had to rely on himself to save his life back then is now going to attack himself?