In other words, the territory of Li Tang is not very peaceful, and officials and bandits collude to oppress the good people. The heroes of the green forest occupy the mountains as kings, or eliminate violence and peace or seek wealth and kill people, no one dares to care.

On this day, the sun is shining, the autumn chrysanthemum is fragrant, the people in Wu Mansion are busy as usual, Dong Lao'er is in the mansion, playing with two iron balls the size of pigeon eggs in his hands, he is followed by Chang Si and He Qian, the three of them are paraded all the way, and everyone who has seen them has respectfully shouted: "Dong Lao is good." Whenever they heard this, Dong Lao had to show a look of enjoyment, looking like a slave was powerful and triumphant.

At noon, Dong Lao routinely came to the dining place of Wu's mansion - the dining pavilion, and the doorposts on both sides of the dining pavilion door were written in vermilion lacquer red letters: on the left pillar, food is the first taste, and on the right pillar, the people take food as the sky. Above: The world's food.

At this time, the cooks in the dining hall were nervously cooking and cooking, busy, and the fragrance of food wafted out of the air. Dong Lao squinted his eyes, bare his head, smiled, and nodded.

At this time, a bright shadow entered the dining hall from the east door, appeared in the room, and kept checking the work of the cooks.

She walked over to an old chef and stopped, and said softly, "Grandpa Zhang, I'll get some food, are you ready?"

Zhang Laohan floated at the door from the corner of his eyes, gently wiped the sweat of the old man's sideburns with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Hey, it's Miss Yixiang, everything you want is done, it's done, the old slave will take it." As he spoke, he bent down and opened the cabinet door, and took out a basket of things, and from the covered cloth came the slight sound of the clattering dishes, and the smell of food could be heard.

Zhang Yixiang took the basket, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Zhang, is your leg pain better, I will bring some to you tomorrow, it's autumn, pay attention to your body." ”

"Hey, you girl is kind-hearted, the old slave's leg pain is much better, the medicine you gave me, there are a lot, what else do you need the old slave to do in the future, just say, don't send the old slave anything again." ”

Zhang Yixiang smiled softly and said, "Daddy Zhang, don't call yourself an old slave anymore, I am also a hard-working girl, I can't stand it." ”

Zhang Laohan turned over the dishes in the pot with a spatula, sighed and said: "You kid, you are too kind-hearted, some things would rather suffer and suffer by yourself, but you don't say it, you are persistent, but I hope that sincerity will be opened." ”

Zhang Yixiang lowered her eyebrows, blushed, silently, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Zhang, Xiang'er is leaving, grandpa pay attention to the cold, take care." After finishing speaking, he walked out of the dining hall.

Dong Lao and the three of them, watching her walk out, He Qian's face was hideous, and he suddenly said: "Dong Lao, this woman actually ignores and despises us so much, it's so hateful, do you want to 、、、?"

"No, it's a matter of long-term consideration. Under Dong Laoyuanguang's head, a pair of cold eyes flickered.

He Qian was puzzled and argued: "Why, Dong Lao, I and a few others are in this Wu Mansion, except for a few people, who dares to go wrong with me, this woman doesn't put us in her eyes, no one in her eyes, and she should be punished." ”

"No, Xiao He, you are too hasty, do you know who she is eating this for?" Dong Lao said slowly.

When He Qian heard this, he suddenly said, "Food?" He was puzzled.

Dong Lao looked at Chang Si on the side, Chang Si immediately understood, coughed and said, "He Qian, the woman is in charge of the meal, not for herself, but for a man, this person, you and I both know, just in! this、、、、、!

"It turned out to be him!" He Qian suddenly realized, his hideous face full of surprise.

"Yes, this person has not been under our control since he entered the Wu Mansion, and Dong Lao has been forbearing, do you know why?" Chang Si continued.

He Qian was still ignorant: "Why? Isn't he Wang Chuan just a gardener, powerless, helpless, why be afraid?"

"Gardener?、 hahahaha, ridiculous!" Chang Si laughed, and then explained in a whisper in his ear: "He 、、、、、"

After He Qian heard this, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Dong Lao said in a deep voice: "When the master is leaving, he must be secretly called into the tent, so this person must not act rashly, and neither can those close to him." ”

He Chang both: "Oh!"

Dong Lao's eyes fell on the cook who was doing things inside, and finally it was still fixed on Zhang Laohan's body, and he didn't leave for a long time, and finally, Dong Lao said: "Go back." The three left.

In a separate courtyard, in the wing room, Dong Lao and the three of them sat around.

Dong Lao asked mysteriously: "He Qian, what happened to me when I gave you something?"

He Qian said: "The military advisor said, ordered me to get that thing immediately, and then go up the mountain, act according to the plan, and after success, I will wait for glory and wealth, no problem." ”

Dong Lao smiled. Then he said: "Good birds choose trees to perch, big countries compete, Wu Gongding will not be able to come back, there is only a weak Miss Hanyu left in Wu Mansion, for today's plan, there is only this." He groaned and said mysteriously, "You two come here." Then the three of them discussed some matters in secret.

Here, also a small independent courtyard in the Wu Mansion, the door is open, and Wang Chuan is holding a broom in his hand, cleaning the courtyard. There was a knock at the door.

Wang Chuan put down the broom and said secretly, who is visiting him?

The object is a woman, with a thin waist and snowy skin, black hair and silkworm sideburns, a pair of bright and affectionate eyes, dressed plainly and cleanly, this woman is holding a basket in her arm, standing at the door.

Wang Chuan looked at the person who came, and suddenly, he felt that his head began to hurt.

"So it's you!Is there something wrong with Miss Yixiang?" asked Wang Chuan helplessly.

Zhang Yixiang seemed to have been surprised for a long time, and she didn't care about Wang Chuan's rude behavior of not inviting her into the house, but said with a smile: "I'm here to bring some food for Engong, the food in the house is not very delicious recently, and I hope you take care of it." ”

When Wang Chuan heard this, he smiled wryly and said, "Please come in." I have saved you for a long time, and you have already repaid me, so why bother? The girl is so loving, which really makes Wang Chuan embarrassed. ”

What is the story in this, we have to start from the beginning, and this matter has to be traced back to half a month ago.

Half a month ago, Wang Chuan was resting, he came to Jincheng alone, in Jincheng, there is a Buddhist hall, called: Wanshou Temple.

Wanshou Temple is said to be a wandering monk established, it is said that people make wishes here, quite effective. Therefore, now it is a holy place for people in Jincheng to make wishes to the Buddha, and the incense is endless.

Although the high monks of the year are no longer traced, but the incense inheritance, today's Wanshou Temple, the temple is brilliant, the temple wall of auspicious yellow, the temple of dark gray, the atmosphere is solemn and grand, and enjoys a good reputation.

Wanshou Temple, in the main hall, there is an endless stream of people who make wishes, there is no shortage of old and young, here people are pious, modest manners, noble and low, worship Buddha, under this big Buddha, all living beings get Pudu in general.

Due to the age, the place where the main hall knelt and worshipped has fallen into a deep pit at this moment.

On this day, a plain-clothed woman, with a beautiful figure, knelt down with a reverent expression, folded her hands, raised her forehead, and finally fell to the ground reverently.

Under the Buddha, behind the heavy towel curtain on one side, an old monk who described the withered tree, who was a mud Buddha, did not move, suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, whispered a Buddha name, and muttered in his mouth, and then returned to the state of the clay sculpture, as if he had never moved.

Seeing the kneeling woman again, her body suddenly shook violently, raised her body, and showed a joyful and crying expression on her delicate face, and then bowed a few more times before Shi Shiran got up and left.

After the woman left, a handsome young man in Confucian clothes came in, this person did not bow reverently like others, but stood, folded his hands, bowed slightly to the Buddha, and that's it. Then he began to take a closer look at this glorious temple, and it looked like it was different.

The young man's behavior was very rude in the eyes of others, but above the main hall, no one blamed him, holding the mentality that more is better than less.

The young man looked at it for a moment, and seemed to feel that he had seen all kinds of things, and there was nothing new in it, so he walked away, and at this time, suddenly from behind the curtain, there was a sound of wooden fish colliding, and then, out of an old monk wearing an ordinary Jihuang monk's robe, with an old face, this monk was the old monk who had just meditated, and he was kind and kind. At this moment, he walked out and stopped Wang Chuan, and the old voice said slowly: "Nan Wu Amitabha, donor, please stay!"

When Wang Chuan heard this, he stopped and turned around, looked around, and saw that it was an old monk, so he bowed slightly and asked, "Dare to ask, is the master calling me?"

The old monk cut the rosary one by one in his left hand, saluted with his right palm, bent his body, and said, "Donor, can you tell the poor monk his name." ”

When Wang Chuan heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the old monk in front of him a few more times, and asked, "Master, why do you say this?"

The old monk recited a Buddha name in a low voice and said: "The poor monk saw that the donor was in a fog, and he was very unusual, so he asked. ”

Wang Chuan was a little surprised, he was not from this world, and this person could say this.

Wang Chuan understood, breathed slightly, and said, "Master, my surname is Wang Mingchuan." ”

When the old monk heard this, he immediately pinched his fingers, and after a while, his brows were furrowed, and he reluctantly said: "The donor's numerology is peculiar, and the poor monk really can't count it." But the old monk has a word. ”

Wang Chuan smiled warmly and said, "Master, if there are any auspicious words, you should remember them in your later life." ”

The old monk also smiled and said: "Life is created by oneself, the appearance is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change." ”

When Wang Chuan heard this, he wrote it down intently, and he was really puzzled in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and thanked him in return: "Master Jiyan, I wrote it down in the late life, it's not early, and the late life will leave, so please stay here, master." After finishing his words, he brushed his sleeves and left.

After the old monk waited for him to leave, he suddenly clasped his hands together and whispered: "The world of flowers, one leaf of Bodhi, the sand of the three thousand Ganges has three thousand worlds, all sentient beings, the feelings of free sentient beings, donor, there will be a period in the future!"