"Are you Jinyiwei?" Bai Yujing exclaimed, he never thought that Ye Xipeng, who looked like a child of a family, would be Jinyiwei.

"Brother Bai Dao, if you don't ask about this, Ye Mou won't say much, after all, our Jinyi Guard is the imperial court eagle dog in your opinion. Ye Xipeng paused at this point, and said in an aggravated tone: "But now that you misunderstand that I am a strict thief, then I have to correct my own name." ”

"Ye Mou inherited the position of Jinyi Guard, protecting the family and defending the country, the strict thief father and son deceived the saints, fish and flesh people, although Ye Mou could not punish the two of them, but he would not be in the same stream. This time, the elders borrowed Yan Shifan's handwritten handwriting, which was also a last resort. ”

"If there is really something to disturb the master of Wukong, Ye will go down the mountain. ”

Bai Yujing saw that his language was sincere, and his expression couldn't help but ease, although he didn't have a good impression of Jinyiwei, but he was not like most people in the rivers and lakes who were full of hatred for Jinyiwei. "Brother Ye, do you know that your illness can only be cured by practicing the Shaolin Temple Yijin Sutra?"

"What?" Ye Xipeng looked surprised, "The family teacher just mentioned that Master Wukong of Shaolin Temple can cure my illness." If he knew this, Ye would not have come up the mountain, let alone come with Yan Shifan's letter. ”

After speaking, he turned to leave, "I'm going to say goodbye to Master Wukong." ”

"Wait. Bai Yujing hurriedly stopped him, "It's Poor Dao who misunderstood you." ”

Ye Xipeng hurriedly said: "Brother Bai Dao is polite, it's Ye Meng Lang, I'm going to get the letter back." Brother Bai Dao, don't worry, I have absolutely nothing to do with Yan Shifan, even if I go back like this, he won't ask me about the situation here. ”

Jia Baoyu looked at Bai Yujing and the others with interest and didn't say a word.

"Brother Ye, your illness still has to be cured. Although Master Wukong can't pass on your Yijin Sutra, because I sent the sword, Master Wukong allowed me to transcribe a copy of Shaolin's mastery. I'll go and tell Master Wukong later, copy a copy of the Yijin Sutra, and when the time comes, Brother Ye, you swear to the heavens, don't pass on the Yijin Sutra to others, I think Master Wukong will agree. ”

"How does this make this!" Ye Xipeng said gratefully.

"Brother Ye has practiced the Yijin Sutra, and remember not to do anything wrong in the future. When Bai Yujing said this, he laughed, as if joking, and said, "Otherwise, Poor Dao is afraid that he will have to compete with Brother Ye." ”

Ye Xipeng clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you for your great kindness! Brother Bai Dao rest assured, Ye Mou is only to protect his family and defend the country in this life, be loyal to the community, and be loyal to the saint!"

"Then I'll go and find the Master of Voidlessness. ”

Bai Yujing came and went quickly. After Bai Yujing left, Jia Baoyu said with a smile: "Brother Ye is inevitably a little bullying this little Taoist. ”

"Why did Brother Jia say this?" Ye Xipeng looked at Jia Baoyu's eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon, "Brother Jia, this Jia is not a businessman's Jia?"

Jia Baoyu smiled.

"Of course, my Jia is not the Jia of Shangjia, the Jia Niangu of Shangjia, and my Jia Niangu is fake. ”

Ye Xipeng also smiled.

Jia Baoyu's face suddenly turned straight, and he said lightly: "Brother Ye, the little Taoist priest is a good person. ”

Ye Xipeng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother Jia, Ye will never harm him." ”

The two of them laughed again.

After lunch, Bai Yujing transcribed the Yijin Sutra and handed it to him after Ye Xipeng swore to the sky. Although he himself remembered some of the Yi Jin Sutra scriptures, he did not practice them.

It was night, and Master Wukong always felt sorry for Bai Yujing, and he walked to the Dama Cave unconsciously while pondering. Dharma Cave is the place where the Bodhidharma Patriarch faced the wall for nine years to become enlightened, and there are seven old monks sitting in meditation in the cave at this time.

Master Wukong walked in, and those people lowered their eyebrows as if they didn't see him, chanting with peace of mind. Seeing this, Master Wukong did not bother them, facing the mottled stone wall, he told them all about today's events.

"There was nothing in the day, and now the words are not separated from Zen. ”

Suddenly, an old monk spoke: "Everyone in the world is said to be able to preach, but isn't writing obsessive? Not sober at this time?

Like a lion roaring, like a golden bell roaring!

Master Wukong trembled, and suddenly chanted: "Amitabha." ”

The next day, when Bai Yujing saw Wukong again, he suddenly found that Wukong's monk's robe had been replaced by a well-fitting shirt, and he looked like an ordinary monk. "Fellow Daoist, this is what the three idiot monks carried back then, and now he can't use it anymore, so the old man is the master and gives it to you. Behind Master Wukong, a small novice came over with a palm-sized mahogany box in his hand.

"What's in here?" Bai Yujing was slightly surprised.

"It is a bottle of small pills refined by this temple, and Taoist friends walk on the rivers and lakes, and it is inevitable that there will be injuries. The small return of the temple still has a little curative effect on internal injuries, Taoist friends, you and take it, there may be an emergency time in the future. ”

Bai Yujing was even more surprised when he heard Xiao Huandan, people in the rivers and lakes, who have not heard of the name of Xiao Huandan, in the panacea for treating internal injuries, Shaolin Temple Xiao Huandan, is enough to be among the best.

"This kind of big gift is really useless, and I don't dare to accept it. Although he knew that he might need it later, he was embarrassed to accept the gift.

Master Void smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, you are willing to give up the Yijin Sutra, and you are willing to bear the cause and effect of Lord Ye, which has made the old man ashamed. If you don't take this bottle of Xiao Huan Dan at this time, the old man is afraid that he will be dusty because of this and miss his practice. ”

Bai Yujing heard him say this, and then took the mahogany box from Xiao Shami's hand.

He was about to say something when he heard Jia Baoyu's voice in the distance: "Little Taoist, let's go to the mountain to enjoy the snow together." When Master Wukong heard this, he took his leave. Originally, Bai Yujing thought that Jia Baoyu was alone, and Ye Xipeng should be practicing the Yijin Sutra in the room.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xipeng was also there, and the three of them went to the top of Songshan Mountain together.

Songshan Mountain is majestic, and it is the middle of the five mountains. At this time, the heavy snow fills the mountains, and the white expanse is clear. The three of them walked without hurry, and it took about three hours to reach the top of the mountain.

"Back then, Du Fu was afraid that he was in such a mood in Mount Tai, and he would be at the top of the mountain, and he would see all the mountains at a glance!" Ye Xipeng stood on the top of the mountain, and his spirit was flying. "Brother Bai Dao, Brother Jia, you said that life is only a hundred years, if you can't Eagle Strike the sky and step on the peak, it will really be like a crowd of passers-by, which is a big pity!"

Jia Baoyu said with a smile: "Brother Ye's words are reasonable, how can the scenery under this mountain be as wonderful as the scenery on the mountain! However, the most proud thing in life should be to be happy and hateful, little Taoist, you have hateful people." ”

Hate people, Bai Yujing shook his head when he thought of the white-haired Taibai swordsman. Thinking of the jade Chengzi of the Huashan faction again, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. "It doesn't matter if you hate it or not, there are still one or two enemies, and when you go to Kyoto, you will take revenge. ”

"Little Taoist priest is also going to Kyoto?" Jia Baoyu said with a smile.

"I heard that the Taibai swordsman will go north, and on the day of Chongyang next year, he will have a decisive battle with Lu Bing at Baiyun Temple. If you miss such a big thing, won't you regret it for the rest of your life!" Bai Yujing said this and looked at Ye Xipeng: "Brother Ye is a Jinyi guard, he must know about this!"

"The mayfly shakes the tree, although the Taibai swordsman is good, he will never be Lu Dudu's opponent. Ye Xipeng seemed to have some disdain for the Taibai swordsman.

"Taibai swordsman has been above the rivers and lakes for eight hundred years with one sword, although Lu Bing has the name of the world's number one master, but he only relies on the name of Jinyiwei. Don't say that Taibai swordsman, there are at least five people on this river and lake who can match it. Jia Baoyu didn't seem to be used to seeing Ye Xipeng belittle the Taibai swordsman.

"Which five?" Bai Yujing became interested.

Ye Xipeng sneered: "The five people that Brother Jia said are not the first master of the Demon Gate, the Dragon Tooth Sword Master, the White Bone Lady, the Laoshan Shangdao people, the purple-clothed Dragon King of the South China Sea, the King Kong Dharma King outside the territory, and the Great Dream Lord." Although these five people have martial arts, they are not Lu Dudu's opponents. ”

"Brother Ye, Brother Jia, the two of you don't have to fight, you will see when Chongyang ascends next year. Bai Yujing said with a smile.

"Needless to say, little Taoist, what do you want to do after you take revenge?"

"If you are poor, you will build a Taoist temple by yourself, and drink and sleep every day. If I don't have any money, I will go to Gesoshan Mountain in Jiangxi, where my mentor is located. Bai Yujing said this, looking at the fog in the distance, and said in his heart: "I don't know if the letter handed over by Wang Daochang has been received by Master Quan Qingzi." ”

He untied the wine gourd around his waist and took a sip of wine: "Do you drink it?"

Jia Baoyu shook his head, and Ye Xipeng smiled: "This Shaoxing soju is not to my taste, when I go to Kyoto, I will invite you to drink the best soju." ”

"Brother Ye, is every Jinyi guard as wealthy as you?" Jia Baoyu said with a smile.

"If every brocade guard is as good as me, then surely every one of them is rich. Ye Xipeng said without modesty: "Except for Lu Dudu, I am the most outstanding Jinyi Guard. And there was still a sentence in his heart that he didn't say: "When Lu Dudu abdicates one day, I will definitely be in charge of Jinyiwei, and those Dongchang eunuchs will never want to climb on the head of our Jinyiwei." ”

Dongchang and Jinyiwei were originally spy agencies that directly obeyed the emperor's orders and were in charge of the "edict". However, the Dongchang factory duke was generally served by the eunuchs beside the emperor, and the envoys were far closer to the emperor than the commanders of the Jinyi guards. So basically, Jinyiwei was subject to Dongchang, until Lu Bing appeared, the favorite minister of Emperor Jiajing, who was also three dukes and three orphans, that Dongchang's power was greatly reduced, and Jinyiwei overwhelmed the limelight.

"Good ambition, future commander. Jia Baoyu said with a smile.

"Brother Jia, what about you, a capable person like Brother Jia Ye has never heard of it?"

"I was born frail and sickly, and I live with my mother, and I just want my mother to live a long life. ”

“......”

Bai Yujing and the three of them made an appointment to go north to Kyoto together, for which he stayed in Shaolin Temple for more than a month, until he drank Laba porridge and said goodbye to Master Wukong. Ye Xipeng got the Yijin Sutra, relieved the illness on his body, and became more and more energetic.

He asked the sedan bearer who had carried him up the mountain to hire a large carriage, and the three of them traveled overland to Kyoto. Songshan is a thousand miles away from Kyoto, and the three of them stopped and stopped all the way, looking at the scenery along the way, and finally entered Kyoto before the New Year.