Ten days later, someone from the big car shop came to inquire about the freight and goods. Zhuzi accompanied him to see the camels and also introduced the situation of his camel team.
The guest said, seemingly unintentionally, that there will be a ritual ceremony at Chang'an Temple tomorrow, which is a grand event in Shenyang.
Zhuzi glanced at him and smiled. He said he would definitely go over and have a look.
So, early the next morning, Zhu Zhu took Hong'er to Chang'an Temple.
Chang'an Temple is located in the northeast corner of the old city of Shenyang. It is one of the most famous ancient temples in Shenyang. There is a folk saying that "there was Chang'an Temple first, and then there was Shenyang City".
It is said that Chang'an Temple was built in the Tang Dynasty. The meaning of the name is that the Tang Dynasty will always have "prosperous national fortunes and long-term peace and stability". In the seventh year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, Shenyang commander Fang Sheng rebuilt Chang'an Temple. What you see now is the one rebuilt in the early Ming Dynasty.
Zhuzi and Hong'er came to Chang'an Temple with their four entourages, walking and driving.
From a distance, you can see the entrance of the temple, which is very lively, like a temple fair. Not only many Han people, but also many family members of the Eight Banners came to offer incense.
Nowadays, there are only a few Han people in Shenyang in Liaodong, and they are almost invisible in other places. Those who have survived are all placed in manors to work, farming, grazing, and working for slave owners.
Because Shenyang was the capital of the slaves, there were a large number of surrendered Han civil and military officials and their families, and they also had many slaves.
Chang'an Temple held a religious ceremony this time. Many people came and it was very lively.
Zhuzi couldn't help but nod secretly. This person was very meticulous. The more chaotic and noisy the environment, the harder it was to be discovered.
Zhuzi and Xiaohong arrived at the temple gate and walked into the mountain gate. They saw that Chang'an Temple faces south and has three courtyards, covering an area of eight or nine acres.
The two of them strolled around and saw that from the architectural style, the courtyard was built in the hard-mountain style, with a gray tile roof and an exposed interior.
The second courtyard and the third courtyard are single-eaves Xieshan-style buildings, with gray tile roofs, rolling shed-style roofs, and brackets with three upturned and seven steps or three upturned and colorful brackets, typical of the Ming Dynasty style.
"Brother Zhuzi, the calligraphy on this tablet is very good," Hong'er said, pointing to an inscription.
Although Hong'er was born in a brothel, she received a very good education since she was a child. Without a certain level of education, it would be impossible for her to serve the top brass.
Hong'er's handwriting is very good, and she writes all the documents for Lin Yueru. Xiaoyu is mainly responsible for auditing the accounts.
Looking at the pillars, it is a stele "Rebuilding the Chang'an Zen Temple in Shenyang". The time engraved on it is the 23rd year of Chenghua. The content is Caopu, the son of Cao Jun, the commander of Shenyang Zhongwei. Cao Ming once "helped the construction of Chang'an Temple" Deeds. (These people are the ancestors of Cao Xueqin. This stele is an important research material for red studies.)
Zhu Zhu said: "The Dharma ceremony will start in the Main Hall in a while. Since we are here, we should go and pay our respects. Let's donate some sesame oil money to the temple."
Hong'er nodded obediently and followed Zhuzi to the main hall.
At this time, there were already a lot of people here. Many people knew each other and were saying hello. Zhuzi and others were wearing Ming Dynasty clothes, which did not attract much attention. After all, this is Shenyang, and there are many merchants coming and going.
Zhuzi and Hong'er first knelt down and kowtowed. Zhuzi prayed secretly that he and Hong'er would be safe and smooth and have a good marriage. Then he said to the monk Zhike: "A little thought is not enough to show respect. I will add hundreds of monk robes to the temple."
As he spoke, Zhu Zhu handed over a silver note of one hundred taels.
Monk Zhike's eyes lit up, he clasped his hands and said, "Tan Yue is very interested. Please sit down in the tea room behind. The Dharma conference won't start for a while."
Zhu Zhu said in his heart: "Sure enough, if you donate more, your treatment will be different immediately."
Hong'er and Zhuzi were led to the foot of a small pavilion on a rockery in the backyard. They bowed and left. Zhuzi saw that there were two tough servants guarding the steps.
He couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the real owner was in the pavilion hidden by the trees.
The man on the left is the leader who held them hostage.
"My master is waiting for you in the pavilion. Please come up. These people can stay here."
Zhuzhu nodded, motioning for them to wait here, and took Hong'er up the stairs.
I limped into the pavilion and saw a low-waisted square table with horseshoe legs placed in the middle of the pavilion. Three chairs were placed in opposite directions.
There is a small red clay stove and a purple sand tea set on the table. A small charcoal stove with an iron grate, the charcoal fire is warm, and ginkgo is roasted on the iron grate.
A man in his mid-twenties turned his back to them and stood in front looking at the temple and the lively crowd below. When he heard them coming up, he chanted in a low voice:
"Half life is full of mist and mist, half life is worry, one thought makes the heart light and everything is over.
Houshan is originally a pure place, but ordinary people are full of sorrow."
I heard the man reciting a poem. Although Zhu Zhu didn't understand poetry and didn't have much education, he could feel that the man seemed very melancholy.
Hong'er whispered: "This is a poem by Zhou He of the Tang Dynasty. It talks about the helplessness of life. The temple is a pure place, but I am a layman and cannot escape from the world. I have been disturbed by the affairs of the world and am endlessly worried."
Zhu Zhu cupped his hands and said: "My father often said that nine out of ten people in life will not be satisfied as they wish. There are many things we cannot change. However, people's abilities vary, and as long as you are willing to do it, everyone can change something.
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The man turned around after hearing this, and it was the man he had seen before.
"You two have received the reply that I need." Li Yangeng asked with a smile.
Zhuzi smiled bitterly and said: "If the master doesn't reply, how dare we come. I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of the Moon Watching Pavilion today."
Li Yangeng smiled. This boy looked young, but he was a wonderful man with a delicate mind. He stretched out his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down opposite him.
"What did your master say?"
"The master only sent back a message, asking Mr. Yingge to help find out the whereabouts of Liu Xingzuo's mother and brother."
Li Yangeng's eyes flashed and there was a smile in his eyes.
Uncle Dingyuan's reputation is so great that he is like thunder in the bitter cold land of Liaodong.
The person's name and the shadow of the tree conveyed him to life. I had long wanted to have the opportunity to see him.
Sure enough, there is no real person under the reputation. After a little trial, Uncle Dingyuan understood everything.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. The other party was also a powerful character who was not easy to mess with. He could kill him in one step.
I’m not going to play tricks with you. If you want to cooperate sincerely, just do one thing and see.
"Aren't you surprised how I guessed that you are from Uncle Dingyuan?"
Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "I would like to hear the details."
Li Yangeng said: "I arranged for Liu Xingzuo to escape back to the Ming Dynasty."
Zhuzi and the two were stunned for a moment, but then they thought that this was the only way it made sense. Only this young master had such the ability to see the sky with his hands and eyes.
Experts will know if there is a problem as soon as they make a move. Judging from the contact with him, since Yang Fan recommended Liu Xingzuo, he must have guessed that Yang Fan would take away Liu Xingzuo's family members.
Li Yangeng continued: "If I guess correctly, this girl is the one who has the last word."
