Zhang Xi raised his head in confusion. The sky was cloudless, and the weather was obviously very good.
After a while, the old monk finally lowered his head and said to the young novice on the side: "Jingse, give the thing to this donor."
"Yes!" At this time, the fat little novice monk next to him held a jade sign and handed it over, "We were invited by the national master to watch the ceremony."
Zhang Xi thought to himself that this little fat man had a very kind smile, so why did he take such a Buddhist name?
After taking the jade plaque and looking at it, he immediately stood in awe and saluted the old monk: "It turns out to be Master Jianhuang from Wuyou Temple. This junior has offended me."
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The little benefactor doesn't know me, and I'm not a great person, so why am I guilty?"
"Master, you are humble." Zhang Xi bowed respectfully. Wuyou Temple is a very transcendent sect in the world. In terms of foundation, Wuyou Temple is still above Zhengyang Sect.
Wuyou Temple is an authentic sect of Buddhism, but in the past hundred years, Zhengyang Sect has become the state religion, and the power of Buddhism has declined, and its reputation has just lost its reputation.
However, as the chief disciple of Guanxin Peak, Zhang Xi receives the words and deeds from the master of the peak on weekdays, and knows more about the secrets of the world than ordinary people.
This Master Jianhuang is the abbot of Wuyou Temple, and his cultivation is unfathomable. When Wuyou Temple was at its peak, there were four great monks from the origin of Zhenru in the temple, and there were countless other disciples of the Jianzi generation. However, in the past hundred years, the imperial court was strong, and Buddhism was
Another big change happened. After so many years, I don’t know how many people are left.
This time the headmaster actually brought a young novice monk with him when he came out. It seemed that the talent of Wuyou Temple was really withered.
Next, Zhang Xi sent someone to take them up the mountain, but they were declined by saying, "Buddhists keep everything simple."
The master and the disciples walked up the mountain like this. On the way, the little novice monk couldn't help but muttered: "Master, the name you gave me is really bad. Just now those disciples of the Zhengyang Sect were sent to the door to greet the guests. They obviously passed by.
After strict training, they usually won’t laugh unless they can’t help it, but when they heard my name just now, they all laughed together.”
The old monk solemnly said: "You are in a state of caution. In Buddhism, color refers to all matter that has an image and takes up space, not things like female sex, lust, and desire that common people think of. In Buddhism, color means emptiness.
Emptiness is the saying of form. The reason why I gave you this Dharma name is because I want you to be alert in time to see through the illusion."
The fat little novice monk looked at him suspiciously: "Then why can't you help laughing now?"
"You are wrong, I am not smiling." The old monk touched his face and smoothed the wrinkles on it.
"You are obviously laughing," the little novice monk said a little angry, "I know you were laughed at for many years because the master named you Jianhuang. This tone has never been good, so it has been passed down from generation to generation.
We also suffered."
"You're talking nonsense. I'm not the one, so I don't have it." The old monk reacted instinctively and immediately clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, I'm confused."
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Let's say that Zu An and his party were taken to a separate courtyard. Although the courtyard was not big, the pavilions and pavilions were all exquisite and simple. There was also a pool in the center filled with various exotic flowers and plants, and rockeries and green trees beside it.
Ru Yin, in terms of elegance and tranquility, it is no less than the royal garden of the imperial palace.
After the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect left, Xie Daoyun couldn't help but patted his chest and said, "I was almost scared to death in the Jieyin Hall just now. Fortunately, the Imperial Master's attention was on you. It would have been embarrassing if he had discovered me.
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Zu An smiled: "Speaking of which, it's thanks to Master Yan's powerful talismans that I was able to cover your aura without being discovered by the Imperial Master."
Zhang Zijiang was a little confused: "Why doesn't Miss Xie want the Imperial Master to find out? Could it be that there is a wine sacrifice or there is some grudge between Master Yan and the Imperial Master?"
"Of course not..." Xie Daoyun was speechless and didn't know how to explain it for a while.
"Miss Xie must have a purpose for doing this. General Zhang doesn't need to ask any more questions," Zu An said to help her out.
Zhang Zijiang chuckled: "I was the one who was abrupt. I'll go arrange a place to stay first."
After saying that, he gave Zu An an "I understand" look, and then ran out in high spirits.
Zu An was confused, what was this guy so happy about?
Xie Daoyun said with emotion: "It is said that the Imperial Master is really like a dragon or a phoenix among people, and his magnanimity is heart-breaking. It is really hard to imagine that such a person would have any problems."
"Do those who are good-looking have to be good people?" Zu An smiled, "But the Imperial Master is really very lethal to women. Just now I heard that many women outside the square were crazy about him. I didn't expect that my sister Ling'er would also do it.
Love this one.”
"I don't like this one of his!" Xie Daoyun said anxiously, "I'm just making an objective evaluation. Besides, he's not the most handsome guy I've ever seen."
"Oh?" Zu An became interested, "I wonder who is the most handsome person your sister has ever seen?"
Xie Daoyun's face turned red: "I won't tell you."
Zu An chuckled and didn't care. What worried him now was the death of the seventh gold medal, and whether the Taoist competition here in Zishan had anything to do with the emperor's Feng Chan. Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, he lacked enough information no matter which one it was.
Push it forward.
At this time, the rooms of the group of people who went up the mountain were all arranged. Zu An, as the eldest official, was naturally arranged in the largest room in the center. Zhang Zijiang and other soldiers guarded the surroundings, and specially reserved a place for Wang Bolin. After all, it was for the sake of face.
Still have to get by.
Of course, he also used a little thought to arrange Wang Bolin in a room far away from Zu'an.
Xie Daoyun was left feeling embarrassed. After waiting for a long time, he found that he was not arranged, so he had to ask: "General Zhang, where am I?"
Zhang Zijiang pointed to Zu An's room: "Of course you live with Mr. Zu?"
"Ah?" Xie Daoyun's face suddenly turned red.
Even Zu An, who was writing a letter at his desk in the distance, couldn't help but raise his head and look here in confusion.
Zhang Zijiang then explained seriously: "The main reason is that you are now Mr. Zu's personal soldier. Naturally, you have to live close to him and take care of his daily life. If something happens at night, you need to obey his orders as soon as possible, run errands and send messages, etc.
If you live separately, people from the Zhengyang Sect will definitely doubt your identity if they see you. In addition, your skin is so white. If you have doubts in your heart, it will be easy to find that you are a woman. You were a woman before.
Prince Yan's palace has shown his face, so it will not be difficult for the Imperial Master to think that it is you."
Xie Daoyun was a little embarrassed: "But...but..."
She had never thought that there was such a layer before, otherwise she would never have proposed pretending to be Zaan's personal soldier.
Zhang Zijiang laughed loudly: "Don't worry, Miss Xie, you will live in the room outside, with a separate room in the middle. You only need to go there when the general is in need. I don't think Mr. Laizu will make it difficult for you in the middle of the night."
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After speaking, he quietly winked at Zu An.
At the same time, I deeply admire myself. I am so witty, and this flattery is simply amazing.
When the time comes, when a man and a woman live together in the same room, won't it ignite immediately?
What effect does the middle partition have?
I think Master Laizu naturally knows what to do.
At this moment, he must be praising me for my ability to do something.
Humph, you surnamed Wang only do things stupidly, how can you compare with me?
Seeing Zhang Zijiang's proud look, Zu An was speechless for a while. He just winked for a long time just for this move.
Just as he was about to say something, Xie Daoyun nodded: "General Zhang is right, I will live here."
Anyway, there is a door panel in the middle, which is very similar to the way the maids live in the house. Moreover, Brother Zu is a gentleman, so he won't do anything rude in the middle of the night.
Although she kept saying this to herself, her face was still as red as the sunset on the horizon.
Feeling her embarrassment, Zu An walked over and suggested: "The scenery outside seems nice, why don't we go for a walk together and see if there is anything unusual anywhere in Zishan."
"Okay~" Xie Daoyun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Brother Zu was really considerate and went out of his way to help me out.
Zhang Zijiang smiled: "There are still some things that need to be arranged here, so I won't go."
Are you kidding? If you disturb the world of the two leaders, the flattery you have made before will be in vain.
Zu An and Xie Daoyun left the other courtyard. There were many people along the way. They were all disciples of various sects. It was a rare opportunity. Everyone was either curiously visiting the scenery in Zishan, or exchanging their spiritual virtues with each other. In addition, there were many original
It's about catching up with friends and reminiscing about old times.
There are also some hot-blooded male disciples who are wandering around the female disciples of other sects, causing the male disciples of the other sect to look at them angrily.
Of course, the overall atmosphere is relatively friendly, and no one dares to cause trouble in a place like this for the time being. Firstly, it will lose the sect’s face, and secondly, it will be easy to lose the qualification for the sect competition later.
At this time, two women were walking towards us not far away, communicating in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"What's so interesting about this purple mountain? I think back then I was able to kill seven in and seven out..."
"Okay, okay, I know you are great, Master, but you have already boasted about this eight hundred times."
"Have I said that so many times?" The older woman was slightly startled.
"Of course," the young woman was about to say something, when suddenly her eyes lit up, "Master, look, it's Azu!"
The older woman suddenly trembled and had the urge to turn around and run away.
This chapter has been completed!