Chapter 48: The ghosts are heavy, the immortal leader
As soon as Veena left, the other monks also left one after another.
Everyone moved and Zhang Ju and Chen He were awakened.
The two of them didn't know anything about ghosts and gods, but just looking at Chen Cuo's demeanor, they also felt that their prince was very different from the past.
Especially Chen He, who has served him for many years, and even before the two sons of Nankang were separated, he knew that the second son of the prince seemed to be cautious, but in fact he had many worries in his heart.
, rarely talkative, often burying his head in a book, and does not like to talk to others.
But now the person in front of him seemed to be a different person. At first glance, he actually had a bit of a dusty smell, which was much stronger than the Daochang Zhou he saw that day!
Just staying in a Buddhist temple for a few days can lead to such a change?
He was surprised and uncertain, but he still came forward to greet him. Then he did not dare to delay, and quickly explained his purpose of coming, and pointed out the old lady to let the prince return home.
"It's not an urgent matter." Chen Cuo waved his hands with a calm expression, obviously not caring about it, and turned to look at Zhang Ju, "My cousin came here this time, maybe he has something to do, right?"
As soon as the two of them arrived, he saw the radiance of human thought entwining around Zhang Ju, and it was connected to him. He felt it, so he asked this question.
Chen Heben wanted to emphasize one thing or two, but seeing Chen Cuo's effortless appearance, he felt a sense of awe inexplicably, and it was difficult to speak for a moment.
Zhang Ju was stunned for a moment, and then said: "There is indeed something wrong. You have made it easy for me to find you these past few days, and you actually came here to have a good time."
"Sit down first," Chen Cuo greeted, and then said, "What are you talking about, cousin? I came to Guishan Temple to seek Buddha and peace. I'm still working hard, so how can I say I'm free?"
The two of them laughed when they said this. Zhang Ju sat down and asked the monks in the temple why they had such an attitude.
Chen Cuo smiled and said nothing.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ju stopped asking questions and finally got to the point, saying, "I came to you because of your article."
"Painted skin?" Chen Cuo squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the cousin in front of him. He quickly found a few wisps of black energy lingering in the subtleties, and he understood something in his heart.
Zhang Ju felt a sudden pressure in his heart, just like when he faced important ministers and celebrities in the past, he unconsciously felt a bit like walking on thin ice. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Chen Cuo smiled and said, "First of all, what does it have to do with the painted skin?"
As soon as he smiled, Zhang Ju breathed a sigh of relief and first talked about his friend Jiang Yi.
"A few days ago, I was invited by Jiang Yi. During the dinner, he praised you very much. In the past few days, he has often sent people to urge you, saying that he wanted to visit you."
Speaking of this, Zhang Ju lowered his voice and reminded: "Jiang Yi is not a simple person. His father is now in a high position. He is favored by him. He can walk in the East Palace and be close to the prince. He is close to the water.
Yue comes first, if you can make friends with him, there will be many benefits!" Zhang Ju said seriously. In his opinion, this is an opportunity for his cousin, and it is also an opportunity for himself.
"Jiang Jun spoke upright. I know it's time to meet, but there's no need to rush. There's something important right now." Chen Cuo nodded, recalling the two previous articles written by Lu Le and Jiang Yi.
Zhang Ju was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that his cousin was a member of the royal family and had a title, and the royal family was sparse. No matter how cautious he was in the palace in the past, he would have a way out in the future, and there was no need to resort to such tricks on his own.
However, the most important thing about coming here today is not this.
"Anything else?"
"That's right," Zhang Ju said, "there's another thing. It's an invitation to a cultural gathering. This is also related to several of my friends..."
It turned out that someone proposed to convene a literary gathering to review the article "Painted Skin".
"Let's get together to discuss painted skins?" Chen Cuo's eyes twitched after hearing this, and he had a vague feeling, "Who are all there?" He added, "Painted skins are about ghosts and ghosts, and literary gatherings usually involve reciting poems and writing poems.
Fenghuaxueyue, the argument doesn’t match, doesn’t it? How could it be brought up for discussion?”
In fact, he no longer cares about mundane things, not to mention he can't recite poetry, so he must be out of place. But once the painting is involved, the nature of the matter is different. It may be an evil ghost secretly adding fuel to the fire.
The Wenhui was supposed to be a gathering of celebrities from the gentry, just as Chen Cuo said, they were all romantic, reciting poems and composing poems, but suddenly they wanted to read a popular article about strange things, which was very abnormal!
"They are all high-ranking celebrities." Zhang Ju looked excited and named a few names, and finally said: "Several of them have many fans. If you can get their appreciation and praise, you will definitely become famous!"
Chen Cuo's expression became solemn and he confirmed again: "Well-known celebrities and prestigious celebrities gathered together to discuss painting skins. They must have seen or heard about painting skins, right?"
"Of course that's the case," Zhang Ju thought Chen Cuo was flattered and said with a smile, "Even if you haven't seen it before, you still have to watch it before the cultural conference. If it doesn't work, you still have to appreciate it at the cultural conference."
Chen Cuo sighed and said, "I think it will be difficult to cancel the letter."
"Why cancel?" Zhang Ju looked puzzled, and then thought that his cousin was young and might not have experienced such a scene. "There is no need for stage fright. This fact is normal. Besides, we have made an agreement with you, how can we go back on our word?"
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Chen Cuo nodded, said no more, raised his hand to call Chen Hai over, and said: "Find someone to go to the temple to get some fruits to entertain your cousin." Then he said to Zhang Ju: "Cousin, let Chen Hai take you there.
Rest in the side room. I will take a nap at this time these days. If anything happens, I’ll talk about it when I wake up."
"It's so good, why do you want to take a nap?" Zhang Ju was confused, but looking at Chen Cuo's eyes, he subconsciously agreed. When he wanted to ask again, he was urged by Chen Hai.
Chen He hesitated for a moment, but recalling Chen Cuo's calm expression just now, he gave up his thoughts and followed out.
As soon as the others left, Li Huai took out a few things from the side, placed them on the table, turned around, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"There are many weird things about the cultural fair. It should be that evil spirits have infected the thoughts of famous people and used them to promote them. If famous people really have many fans and are polluted by evil ghosts' thoughts, they use this to condense their thoughts and shape themselves. Maybe they can really
To escape from constraints, this is a crisis, but there is an opportunity hidden in the crisis, and it may also be the moment of decisive battle. The prerequisite is to establish the god in your heart!"
His eyes fell on the table.
There were many things on the table - a blank picture scroll, a small incense burner, a few burning incense sticks, and the food just brought by the novice monk.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Cuo took out the small gourd from his arms and placed it on the table.
"If I meditate on establishing a spirit, the evil spirits will definitely notice and disturb me. Such evil spirits and mixed evil thoughts will be suppressed when encountering the scorching sun. I can take advantage of the situation to resist. So today's noon is an opportunity. Now let's sort out my thoughts and think clearly.
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In front of the gate of Guishan Temple, two more people came over at this time, one behind the other. The leader was Qiu Yuzi, the Qiuxu Taoist. Behind him, there was another man.
This man has a handsome face, especially his eyes, which are dark and lively. He has a tall figure, wears a moon-white gown, and has a jade pendant hanging from his waist. The jade is pure white and carved with a red dragon.
He was walking on the bluestone steps, and when the wind blew, his long hair and clothes were flying, giving him a somewhat spotless artistic conception.
