After picking up the people, Benxuan left directly and went to a courtyard in the temple.
This courtyard is located in a remote part of the temple. It is a place where pilgrims stop. There is no one in the courtyard. Benxuan directly opens the door and goes straight to one of the rooms.
The door to the room was also ajar. When he opened it, he saw a skinny old monk sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the empty room.
The old monk was sitting with his eyes closed, but when Benxuan came in, he opened his eyelids and looked over.
"Uncle Master." Bianxuan saluted respectfully.
But then, the two fell into silence.
After a long time, the skinny old monk finally spoke: "You are upset."
"Yes, I am confused." Benxuan admitted simply.
He was a little puzzled: "Zhou Xuan is the demon king. Although he has not fully cultivated, but such a great demon suddenly comes to Beijing, it is probably a bad person. Do we really want to cooperate with it?"
The old monk looked calm: "The Brahma Dharma is vast, and there is a destiny for crossing it widely, and it is a destiny to become a king of Ming by dealing with it."
He glanced at Bianxuan again: "Besides, even if he wants to do something, we don't need to worry about it. This is the result that the Zheng Dynasty should have."
Bian Xuan looked puzzled and asked: "Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"
The old monk did not answer and asked instead: "You know, Ji Zicheng failed to study. He failed several times in the imperial examination. He is just a scholar. He relies on some connections to work as an inspector in the county. Even if he has little achievements, there are countless people in the world who have surpassed him. Why?
Is he the only one who can seize the opportunity, wield a three-foot sword, and sweep across the world?"
"Isn't it destiny?"
Bianxuan said it, but he was extremely smart and immediately realized that if this was the case, why did he say it like this? He asked in surprise: "Does it mean that Ji Zicheng can win the world because of the elements of the demon clan?"
"At that time, there was a cause and effect with the demon clan, so Zhou Xuan, who is a demon clan, could enter the capital?"
That's right, it wasn't that the Zheng Dynasty was indebted to the demon clan for its karma, and it would have been impossible for a quasi-monster king like Zhou Xuan to enter the capital like this.
After Benxuan was surprised, he found that his uncle closed his eyes again and stopped talking.
This is what it means to see off guests.
Bianxuan sighed inwardly: "The last time I failed to get closer to Princess Xinping, I lost importance in my uncle's eyes. Since my uncle doesn't want to talk to me anymore, there is no point in staying any longer."
Thinking of this, he saluted the old monk and withdrew.
I don't know when it started raining outside. The raindrops were so thin that it really looked like God was reluctant to rain, and the drops were "sprinkling oil".
Spring rain is as precious as oil. Although the rain is not heavy, it can nourish the land.
Bianxuan didn't hold an umbrella, so he just walked like this. Somehow, he walked back to the courtyard where Zhou Xuan stayed. Suddenly he couldn't help but think to himself: "I don't know about the Taoist temple outside the city. How is the princess doing now?"
The former owner of this courtyard was the current Duke Dai. Unlike many people who were not optimistic about Duke Dai, Benxuan, who had been in contact with the young emperor grandson several times, had some confidence in Duke Dai.
You must ask why you are confident. It is probably because the words, deeds, talents and abilities of the three kings are not as good as the emperor's grandson.
"It's a pity that he was recognized too late." If he had been recognized two years earlier, perhaps Dai Guogong's situation would have been much better.
No matter how capable people are, they still need time to operate.
"Mr. Zhou?"
In the drizzle, one person was walking slowly as well, and Benxuan took a few quick steps to keep up.
Zhou Zhuan glanced back and smiled: "Master Bianxuan..."
"Mr. Zhou, there is no need to be so polite. A young monk cannot be called a master." Bianxuan had just wanted to say this.
After Zhou Xuan heard this, he followed Shan Ruliu and said, "Then... little master Bianxuan?"
OK, Bianxuan smiled and asked, "I wonder where Mr. Zhou is going?"
Zhou Xuan looked at the distance: "Of course I want to see the capital. It's not easy to come here. Wouldn't it be a pity not to have a full view of the capital?"
"It makes sense." Bianxuan nodded: "How about the young monk be your guide?"
Beijing·Xiuwan Street
The name of this street is related to the Xiuwanfang that existed in the previous dynasty.
Many skilled embroiderers from all over the country gathered here. At first, it was because Xiuwanfang recruited workers with high wages. But when embroidery shops opened one after another, small and medium-sized shops that were not as famous as Xiuwanfang and were patronized by many customers supported not only the top tier but also the top embroidery shops.
Embroiderer.
After Dazheng took control of the capital, this street basically remained unchanged. There were still various embroidery shops, attracting groups of female relatives who were interested in embroidery.
Zhou Yao is currently strolling on this street with a female companion. Except for the men who come with their wives and daughters, it is rare to see single men on this street. Even the waiters and shopkeepers who greet women are mostly women.
This also made the place deserted for a while after the Lin Yuqing incident broke out, but it did not cause any damage.
"Ayao, what do you think of this fan?" The female companion who was shopping with Zhou Yao pulled Zhou Yao and motioned for her to look at the exquisite fan he was pointing at.
In this era, women from poor families basically knew how to do needlework, while the daughters of wealthy officials did not need to do basic needlework, but it was essential to learn "exquisite" embroidery, which was a bit difficult.
Under such circumstances, you can still have the confidence to open a shop and sell embroidery works, which in itself proves the quality of these embroidery works.
Not to mention Xiuwanfang, it was the smaller shops they had walked through before. The quality was slightly inferior, but they were all fine products. They just catered to different customer groups. Those shops catered to ordinary small officials or ordinary people.
Women from wealthy families, Xiuwanfang is oriented to women from the powerful class or wealthy families.
Looking at the embroidery that her female companion showed her to look at, Zhou Yao took a closer look and said, "It's a fine piece."
This is a type of double-sided embroidery that few people know how to do. Zhou Yao has only roughly learned embroidery and is not very interested in it. She also doesn’t recognize what genre it is. But no matter which genre it is, as long as it is double-sided embroidery,
, it must be a rare craft.
The female companion looked at it a little critically, and then cast her gaze on a fan not far away: "Ayao, what do you think of this?"
At this moment, Zhou Yao's ears twitched and she was startled, as if she was listening.
"A Yao, A Yao?" After asking twice, seeing that Zhou Yao didn't respond, the female companion looked over in confusion and saw that Zhou Yao was suddenly stunned.
"Huh?" Zhou Yao came back to her senses.
"Ayao, why are you absent-minded? Are you thinking about someone?" the female companion asked with a smile.
Zhou Yao shook her head: "Nothing."
This is the mysterious female voice speaking again.
Although the two of them were not close friends, they could still be considered friends who frequently interacted with each other. They were also related, and they could be considered slightly distant cousins. When she heard this answer, she raised her eyebrows, and Zhou Yao knew that she must not believe it.
.
Normally, Zhou Yao might have explained a few more words, but the sudden news she heard just now made her a little anxious. Seeing that it had aroused her suspicion, she simply said goodbye to her.
"Sorry, it suddenly occurred to me that I have something else to do. Let's go ahead and hang out with you another day, okay?"
The female companion felt a little unhappy and just smiled: "What's the point? If you have something urgent to do, just go quickly."