The carriage gradually left Anlan Academy, but instead of taking the official road back to the city, it went in another direction.
Even though Luo Junyao was sitting in the carriage and not looking out, he could immediately sense that the direction was wrong. He was a little curious at the moment, "Aren't we going back to the city?"
Xie Yan smiled at her and said, "Didn't you agree to go to Huguo Zen Temple the day before yesterday? Don't you want to go?"
Luo Junyao blinked and then remembered the appointment he had made with Xie Yan a few days ago.
"I thought we made an appointment on a day when I don't have to go to the academy?"
Xie Yan chuckled lightly, "Maybe, I can't wait to see Yaoyao? Don't worry, I informed General Luo in advance."
Luo Junyao was also a little happy. Who doesn't like to hear nice words?
Moreover, she and Xie Yan had just established their relationship, so no matter how rational she was, she would inevitably have the urge to be together all the time and never separate.
In the past two months, she really hadn't really played anywhere outside the city, but she felt a little interested for a while.
Huguo Zen Temple does not sound like an ordinary temple.
The Huguo Zen Temple is indeed not an ordinary temple. Folk Buddhism and Taoism were prevalent in the Dasheng Dynasty, and there were naturally many temples and Taoist temples near the imperial city.
The Lingwu Temple of the previous dynasty was inextricably linked to the Dongling royal family. When the Great Sheng Kingdom was founded, the Lingwu Temple located on Ganlu Mountain in the city had long since declined. Today, the Huguo Zen Temple located outside the city has become the
The largest and most popular temple.
The original name of Huguo Zen Temple was Bodhi Temple. It was only after the late emperor succeeded to the throne that the name was given to Huguo Zen Temple. It only lasted for more than ten years.
Because outside the city, the Huguo Zen Temple is more majestic and larger than the original Lingwu Temple.
Therefore, this is not only a place where the powerful people in Shangyong area burn incense and worship Buddha, but it is also an excellent choice for many literati to travel and play.
It is now late autumn, which is the best time of year to appreciate the red leaves and ginkgo trees. It is also the best time to appreciate the flowers in the mountains behind the Huguo Zen Temple.
Luo Junyao felt that the abbot of the Huguo Zen Temple should not only be a monk, but also a far-sighted person in charge of the scenic spot.
Since ancient times, literati have loved admiring and chanting flowers. The Huguo Zen Temple is not only extremely grand and exquisite in architecture, but the mountain behind it can be regarded as the most beautiful garden in Shangyong Temple.
Even if it is the palace or the private garden of a powerful prince, it is probably far behind.
The two of them did not walk up the main entrance of Huguo Zen Temple step by step like ordinary worshipers. The carriage went directly to the back mountain of Huguo Zen Temple.
After getting off the carriage, looking at Luo Junyao, he almost thought it was not autumn, but spring, when flowers should be blooming.
From a distance, I can see hibiscus flowers blooming on the branches. They are dark red and light pink, and the various colors complement each other, which is really beautiful.
At the same time, the air is still filled with a faint floral fragrance.
This was obviously not the smell of hibiscus flowers, but Luo Junyao was able to identify the scents of several flowers in just a moment. These scents were mixed together, but strangely they were not unpleasant. Instead, they gave people a feeling of prosperity.
Here, you can hardly feel the desolation of autumn at all.
Xie Yan reached out and took her hand, and the two stepped into the gate of the back mountain of Huguo Zen Temple side by side.
Sure enough, as soon as they stepped into the door, the two of them felt as if they had stepped into a spring day with colorful butterflies flying.
Shangyong is located in the middle of Dasheng, and autumn and winter are not very warm. Although you can still see some butterflies at this time, you will never see the sight of swarms of butterflies flying like here.
Even Luo Junyao couldn't help but be surprised by such beautiful scenery.
"There are two hot springs in the mountains behind the Huguo Zen Temple. The master of the temple introduces the hot spring water to all parts of the garden, so it is like spring here all year round, which is considered a unique place in Shangyong." Xie Yan said.
Luo Jun shook his head and said, "I've heard people say it too, but I've never been here before at this time of year."
The original owner was not very interested in temples or flower viewing. Although he had visited a few times with Mrs. Su and Mrs. Luo, they happened to be in the spring and summer. This is the season when flowers are in full bloom, so the feeling is naturally not so obvious.
Already.
Although it was already evening at this time, there were still many tourists in the park.
Such a handsome man and woman suddenly appeared. Even though most people didn't know Xie Yan and Luo Junyao, they still attracted many people's attention.
One or two people who happened to know Xie Yan were so frightened that they widened their eyes and did not dare to disturb him at all. They could only grab their wives, children or companions and hurried away, leaving the two of them in peace.
"It's so beautiful." Luo Junyao stood beside Xie Yan, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him.
There are all kinds of flowers in sight, and there are colorful butterflies flying around, which is so beautiful.
This Huguo Zen Temple is not like the palace or the private gardens of the powerful, which only prefer various rare varieties. Here you can see not only valuable rare flower species, but also small grass and wild flowers on the roadside that are not worth mentioning.
Therefore, it is less of a deliberately pampered craftsmanship and more of the wildness and vitality that flowers and plants should have.
Xie Yan said softly: "Because of the hot springs on this mountain, the dignitaries in the imperial city built many villas at the top and bottom of the mountain. The Prince of Chu's Mansion also has a villa here. If you like it in the future, you can come and stay for a while.
"
Luo Junyao was a little surprised, "Won't this disturb the masters in the temple?"
Xie Yan shook his head and said: "These other courtyards have nothing to do with the Huguo Zen Temple. They are just on the same mountain. Besides... having these other courtyards on the mountain is not without benefit to the Huguo Zen Temple."
Of course Luo Junyao understood this truth, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "I think... the abbot of the Huguo Zen Temple will definitely be good if he goes into business."
Xie Yan also chuckled when he heard this and said, "Have a good look."
"Huh?" Luo Junyao looked at him puzzled.
Xie Yan said: "The abbot of the Huguo Zen Temple... was really a businessman before he became a monk. Before he became the abbot, the Huguo Zen Temple was very poor. He relied on the hard work of the monks in the temple every day and could not even receive a few incense coins.
.After he became the abbot, in less than ten years Huguo Zen Temple became one of the largest temples in the Yong Dynasty."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "..." Luo Junyao was speechless for a while before slowly saying: "Sure enough, gold will shine wherever it is."
"Thank you very much for the compliment, young lady. I don't deserve it as a poor monk." As soon as Luo Junyao finished speaking, he heard a voice with a hint of laughter coming from the other end of the garden.
The two turned around and saw a monk wearing gray robes strolling towards them.
This monk's gray beard and hair are obviously not young anymore, and his smile makes him look like a kind-hearted, worldly man. Although there are many wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles, he still can't conceal his handsome appearance when he was young.
He was not wearing a cassock, but only wore a gray monk's robe of an ordinary novice, mango shoes on his feet, and a string of Bodhi beads hanging on his wrist. If you just look at the attire, he looks like an ordinary and inconspicuous monk.
However, Luo Junyao still remembered what this man said just now.
She turned to look at Xie Yan with some surprise, and Xie Yan nodded slightly towards her.
Luo Junyao was a little embarrassed and said, "Master host, I'm so rude." He complained behind his back and was overheard by the person involved. It was really embarrassing.
So, you can’t talk about people behind their backs.
The monk was not angry. Instead, he smiled very freely and said, "What the girl said is absolutely true. How can you be rude?"
Luo Junyao looked at the monk in front of him and felt that this master did not look like an eminent Buddhist monk, but rather he had a sense of Taoism and immortality.
Except...he has no hair.
"Is this the little girl from the Luo family?" the monk asked Xie Yan beside him.
"Yes." Xie Yan nodded.
Luo Junyao was keenly aware that the tone of this man's conversation with Xie Yan was very casual and a bit intimate, and Xie Yan seemed to have some respect for him.
The monk looked at Luo Junyao carefully, nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, why don't you two come with me to drink a cup of bitter tea?"
"Thank you, Master."
The monk smiled, turned around and walked on the way he came.
Luo Junyao and Xie Yan joined hands to follow his footsteps, heading towards the east side of the back mountain through the winding path.
The two of them were led all the way to a small attic on the edge of the garden, backed by a maple forest.
This small attic is connected to the back door of the Huguo Zen Temple. Sitting in the small building, you can overlook the entire garden and even most of the Huguo Zen Temple. It is a place with an excellent view.
Luo Junyao sat on the edge of the small building and immediately saw the door they had entered through.
There was still lukewarm tea on the table. It must have been that the master was making tea here just now and saw them coming in from upstairs.
The master in charge washed the tea set himself, brewed tea again, and poured a cup for each of the three people.
Xie Yan and Luo Jun thanked each other and took a sip of tea.
When the master invited them to drink a cup of bitter tea, he really didn't mean to be humble.
As soon as the tea entered his mouth, Luo Junyao had only one feeling.
bitter!
Luo Junyao didn't have much experience in tasting tea. He only felt that the tea was extremely bitter in his mouth. However, he couldn't spit it out on the spot because the master was in front of him, so he had to swallow it silently.
The master host looked at her, seemed amused and chuckled.
"Master." Xie Yan put down the tea cup and said calmly.
The host master sighed and said: "It's been several years since you left home, and you haven't even seen me when you came back. Now that you've finally come here, this is how you treat your uncle?"
Luo Junyao's hand holding the teacup froze for a moment, and then he put the almost abandoned teacup back on the table without leaving a trace, and his eyes quickly glanced at the two people's faces.
Uncle? Xie Yan actually has an uncle? This monk is Xie Yan’s uncle?
People say that a nephew looks like an uncle, but this master looks... nothing like Xie Yan.
Xie Yan ignored the master's complaint and just turned to Luo Junyao and whispered softly: "Yaoyao, this is Master Mingguang from the Huguo Zen Temple. His... lay name is Yao Zhong."
Luo Junyao knew that Xie Yan's mother's name was Yao Yun. Is this master really Xie Yan's uncle?
The abbot of Huguo Zen Temple is indeed called Master Mingguang.
It seems that no one in the entire capital knows that these two people have such a relationship. Otherwise, given the power, status and reputation of His Royal Highness the Regent, as well as the original owner's concern for Xie Chengyou, it is unlikely that she has not heard of this matter.
"Uncle, okay." Even though thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, Luo Junyao still greeted Master Mingguang obediently.
Master Mingguang seemed very satisfied and said to Xie Yan with a smile: "This little girl is more sensible than you." After saying that, he handed the only Bodhi rosary in his hand to Luo Junyao.
"My uncle has nothing now. All he has left is this string of beads. Let's give it to the little girl as a meeting gift."
Luo Junyao was not sure about the relationship between Xie Yan and this master. While hesitating, he heard Xie Yan whisper softly: "Keep the meeting gift."
Luo Junyao took it with both hands. The rosary beads were bright and shiny and were obviously old things that had been worn for many years.
"Thank you uncle."
"Be good." The smile on Master Mingguang's face deepened a little, he looked at Xie Yan and sighed. "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you are about to get married. If you delay any longer, I will think that you will inherit the family in the future.
I have taken over the position of abbot of the Huguo Zen Temple. It’s rare that General Luo can still like you, so I have to go and thank him later."
Luo Jun shook his eyes. This abbot of the Huguo Zen Temple seemed to be a little far from the eminent monk in people's minds.
This joking tone and this smile make it clear that he is not a serious monk.
In this way, he can still become the abbot of the Yongyi Zen Temple, Buddhism Pill!
"What is the little girl thinking about?" Master Mingguang looked at Luo Junyao with a smile.
Luo Junyao calmly lowered his head and took a sip of bitter tea and said: "I didn't know before that I was here to see my uncle. It was a bit rude when we first met. I am reflecting on this."
Master Mingguang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "There is no need to reflect. Monks don't pay attention to those vulgar etiquette. This guy has a weird temper. If you are wronged in any way in the future, you can come to my uncle and he will make the decision for you."
Luo Junyao silently glanced at the thirty-year-old "boy" with a smile on his face and said, "Thank you uncle, I will remember it."
Master Mingguang looked at the pair of beauties sitting in front of him, thought of something and laughed loudly.
Luo Junyao was puzzled by his laughter. Did they do something funny?
Xie Yan squeezed her slender fingertips comfortingly and frowned slightly.
The slender fingers of the other hand placed on the table tapped the table twice. Master Mingguang seemed to be controlled by something. He immediately stopped laughing and sat upright, feeling a bit solemn.
"Uncle wants to talk to him. Little girl, don't sit here and drink bitter tea. Go down and play."
"..." Such a blatant way drives people away.
Xie Yan said softly: "Fengjian has prepared some refreshments over there. Shake and go over first. I'll say a few words to him and then come over."
Luo Jun shook his head and stood up. He smiled at Master Mingguang and said, "Master, I will take my leave now."
Master Mingguang nodded with a smile and said, "Little girl, come visit your uncle more often when you have time. Uncle will tell you about his childhood."
Although he was very curious about what happened to Xie Yan when he was a child, Luo Junyao turned around and left decisively when he saw Xie Yan's obviously dark complexion.
The smile on Master Mingguang's face gradually faded when he heard the sound of Luo Jun's rocking downstairs stopping.
He crossed the railing beside him and watched the little girl walk briskly out of the small courtyard door, heading towards the pavilion not far away.
It wasn't until Luo Junyao's figure disappeared behind the flowers that Master Mingguang turned back to look at Xie Yan and said, "This little girl is very nice. You have good taste."
Xie Yan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, with gentle eyes, "She is naturally good."
Master Mingguang sighed softly and said: "I was not joking with the little girl just now. Originally, I seriously thought that you were going to die alone. I didn't want to advise you at first... Our Yao family was born with misfortune in this regard, and we will always die alone.
It’s better than meeting someone unkind.”
Xie Yan said calmly: "You are thinking too much. My surname is not Yao."
Master Mingguang nodded and said: "Indeed, fortunately your surname is not Yao, but... Xie is not much better, right?"
Naturally, this sentence is not directed at Xie Yan. Even though Master Mingguang is already a generation of eminent monks, he still has a lot of resentment towards the surname Xie.
"It's been so many years and you still haven't looked away." Xie Yan reached out and refilled the tea for him.
Master Mingguang snorted softly and said: "If I could see through it, I would become a Buddha immediately. But if you...you can see through this evil obstacle, I can rest assured."
Xie Yan's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at Master Mingguang intently.
Master Mingguang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to her. Zhifei... She is your mother and my sister after all. The Yao family is not allowed to kill relatives."
Xie Yan said: "I never thought you would really take action." Although this man often told him in the early years that he wanted to kill Princess Mu, in the eyes of young Xie Yan, this man was just an evil monk.
If the person in front of him really wants to kill his mother-in-law, how can he wait until he grows up?
The princess in Prince Mu's Mansion who only waits for her husband's love will never know that she can live a safe and worry-free life until now, and how many people are patiently protecting her secretly.
Master Mingguang raised his eyebrows and said, "In that case, why did you come here today? Is it possible that you really just wanted to bring that little girl to show me?"
Xie Yan asked: "Shouldn't I bring her here?"
Master Mingguang said seriously: "If you don't bring her to see me, my uncle will have to come to the door himself."
Xie Yan chuckled, shook his head and said, "I just took her out for a walk and met you by the way."
He could not see this person at all times, and he accused him of not wanting to see him. In fact, he had come up to the mountain five times in the past, but he might not have been able to see him once.
Master Mingguang snorted, "You really don't take a mountain monk like me seriously."
Xie Yan raised his head and looked at him without saying a word. Master Mingguang's eyes flashed slightly, "Is there anything else?"
Xie Yan said: "I speculate that Bai Jingrong will come to Shangyong in the near future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire small building seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
Xie Yan stopped talking, and Master Mingguang didn't speak either.
Xie Yan turned his head and looked outside the small building. Outside the small building, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the flowers were in full bloom, and it was very lively.
Master Mingguang lowered his eyes and looked at the tea cup in front of him. There was no wave of light brown bitter tea in the tea cup, only the curl of smoke rising slowly.
