Chapter 341 Yang Zhiyi (1)
Zhongnan Mountains are steep and beautiful, standing in the southwest of Chang'an.
Sixty miles away from this most magnificent and majestic capital in Chinese civilization, there is a legendary palace, Taiyi Palace.
Taiyi Palace, located in Dayukou, was built in the second year of Yuanfeng in the Western Han Dynasty.
To put it in small places, this is a palace that is invisible and intangible, but is recorded in history. To put it in large places, it is an ancient market town. Emperor Wu of Han, who was the most popular Confucian scholar seven hundred years ago, led all officials to come here to pray for good fortune for the country. However, as time flies and years pass, Taiyi Palace has turned into clouds and smoke.
Instead, it was a market town rebuilt on the original site of Taiyi Palace.
Here, a large number of believers in Lou Guandao gathered, and gradually evolved into a place with strong religious significance.
There is a Taoist temple in Taiyi Palace called Qingniu Palace.
It is not large in size, located on the mountain pass, with its back against Cuihua. The Taoist temple worships Laozi, named after a statue of Wuzhuo-Iron Cattle that respects 3,000 pounds in the square. The Taoist temple is divided into two fronts and backs, planting green pines and cypresses. Although it is a hot summer day, when walking into the Qingniu Palace, people will feel a sense of peace inexplicably and cool down the whole person.
Yang Chenglie, dressed in yellow, burned incense in the hall, and then sat alone in the pavilion in the backyard.
This has been more than half a month.
In another half a month, he will leave Qingniu Palace and return to Luoyang.
This is a kind of expectation and a hint of fear for Yang Chenglie, who has been invisible for more than ten years.
He is very unfamiliar with the current court. Almost all the old ministers he knew in the past have disappeared. But the nobles and veterans in the court are almost all newcomers. Most of them do not know them.
This time I came to Zhongnan Mountain to worship my mentor Ming Chongyan. In fact, I also hope to have a buffer and have a better understanding of the court.
The situation in Shendu is very complicated, and Yang Chenglie cannot intervene for the time being.
Although the battle between the Guanlong nobles and the Wu family and the Shandong soldiers were very fierce, they always remained in an orderly range. More importantly, he could understand the current situation through some past relationships. Although Yang Chenglie had been away for many years, there were always some old relationships in the past, which was much more convenient than that of the gods Luoyang...
Gao Rui, the Imperial College Priest, visited Yang Chenglie several times.
During the conversation with Gao Rui, Yang Chenglie further felt the surge and undercurrent hidden in the calm situation.
Fortunately, Gao Rui is indifferent.
After a turmoil in Pingthorn, he had withdrawn from the court.
Most of the time, he lived in his hometown in Chang'an, instead of running to the gods and waiting for the recruitment like others. Wu Zetian was not very concerned about him. If Gao Rui was willing to do this, it would be nice to continue like this.
If Gao Rui hadn't been Yang Rui's godfather, even if Yang Chenglie was in Zhongnan Mountain, he wouldn't have come forward to greet him.
It was precisely because he heard some rumors that Gao Rui felt that he needed to talk to Yang Chenglie and let him be more careful.
After a deep conversation with Gao Rui, Yang Chenglie became more careful.
Every morning, he went back to Taiyi Pond on Cuihua Mountain to sweep Ming Chongyan's tomb, and then talked with Ming Chongyan. In the afternoon, he returned to Qingniu Palace to read books, think about it, or practice swordsmanship in the backyard of Qingniu Palace.
To be honest, over the years, he has really abandoned what he learned back then.
"Mr. Yang, someone outside asked for a visit."
Not long after Yang Chenglie sat down in the pavilion, a Taoist boy came from outside and saluted respectfully to report.
The Taoist priest and Taoist boy of Qingniu Palace were invited by Ming Gui, the son of Ming Chongyan.
On the other hand, Qingniu Palace is like the Ming family's ancestral temple, and it is also the unique courtesy that Wu Zetian gave to the Ming family.
The Taoist boy's name is Qingfeng, he is twelve or thirteen years old. He has white teeth and red lips, and is quite handsome.
When Yang Chenglie saw him, he would involuntarily think of the Taoist boy from the Wuzhuang Temple who was in the "Journey to the West" written by Yang Shouwen. His face suddenly softened and he waved his hand to let the breeze walk into the pavilion.
"Who is looking for me?"
"Hongnong spoke in an accent, but he did not indicate his identity."
Hongnong accent?
Yang Chenglie frowned and stood up.
He vaguely guessed the other party's origin, but he was not sure about the other party's purpose.
"Please go to the wing room to talk."
"yes."
"In addition, the fruits come to you, the people who come will be taught, and this quiet place also requires items to entertain guests."
"Here."
"Also, if you see something wrong later, I will call the Taoist priest to come."
"yes."
Qingfeng agreed and left in a hurry.
Yang Chenglie closed his eyes and sighed after a long time: Some things that should come will never be avoided.
Yang Chenglie came to the wing room, and soon he saw Qingfeng bringing two men to the door.
"Brother Wenxuan, don't be fine."
The leader saw Yang Chenglie and bowed with a smile: "I don't know if you still remember me?"
"What's the matter with Brother Qi? How can I not recognize Brother Qi? Please come in quickly."
The medium-sized person in his life was slightly fat, and he looked a little bloated. The weather was very hot, and he was sweating and even a little gasping. Behind him was a middle-aged man of the same age as Yang Chenglie, born with a strong and strong figure, about the same size as Yang Chenglie. He showed a sense of ranks in his every move.
"Yang Zhiyi met Brother Nineteenth."
He walked in and bowed.
"Wenxuan, do you still remember Sanqiro?"
When Yang Chenglie saw the man, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sanqilang, I didn't expect you to come too."
This slightly fat middle-aged man is the contemporary Hongnong Yang family, the patriarch of Guanwang Fang, the former local official Shangshu, and the third rank of the Zhongshu clan.
The Yang family of Hongnong is an extremely large family, and is no less than the five surnames and seven families and the four surnames of Hedong. Although Yang Chenglie was not a child of Guanwang's house, he had been living in Hongnong before, so he was also included in the Yang family sequence.
Yang Chenglie said: "Sanqilang, don't talk about the title of 19th brother. I am no longer a child of the Yang family."
Yang Zhiju says: "Is Wenxuan still holding a grudge against his father?"
"What did Brother Qi say? How could I hold a grudge against my uncle?"
Yang Chenglie looked light and calm, and his words gave people a feeling of enlightenment.
Yang Zhirou's father, named Yang Sizhao, is Yang Xu's third son and the patriarch of the previous generation of Yang family. At that time, the person who insisted on expelling Yang Dafang and his son from the Yang family for three generations was Yang Zhirou's father. In addition, Yang Sizhao has another identity, that is, Wu Zetian's birth mother, the nephew of Yang family, who is also a member of the Wu family. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!