Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Six: Be Smart and Go Down the Mountain, Go Down the Mountain Be Smart
The night is light to the moon
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Qiqing Temple, in the side room.
The young man sat on the bench, facing a red candle, and carefully looked at the white robe in his hand. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason.
"If you don't sleep at night, what are you watching?"
The old man Sun Xiaoran was lying on the bed, blowing his beard and asking with squinting eyes.
The young man looked back at the old man, sighed helplessly, put his hand on his cheek, frowned and asked softly: "Grandpa, why do you think Stargazer likes this dress?"
"That girl is so weird. How do I know what's going on in her little head?" the old man replied helplessly.
The young man had long known that the old man would say this, so he did not react too much. After a moment of silence, he then asked: "Grandpa, why do you think Grandpa Qi wants to accept me as his disciple? I am so stupid, I can learn
What?"
"Who said you are stupid? Who is so bold and dares to say that my grandson, Sun Xiaoran, is stupid?" Sun Xiaoran sat up from the bed and asked with eyes wide open after hearing this.
"Stargazing said it." The young man replied calmly.
"Oh, that's okay." The old man lay down again.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"You're not stupid, don't worry, just learn whatever Lao Niubi teaches you, and you don't have to worry about anything else." The old man replied softly with his eyes closed.
"But Stargazer keeps saying I'm stupid." The young man seemed a little distressed.
"It's natural for her to say you are stupid. There are few people in the world who can be as smart as her."
"Grandpa, do you mean that Stargazing Sister is smart?" the young man asked hurriedly, with a hint of happiness in his tone.
"Of course, Qi didn't have a grandson to take up his mantle. If his granddaughter was nothing special, then Qi wouldn't have to recite sutras in Qi Qing Temple at that time. He could just follow Li Taibai's example and sit on Tianshan Mountain and scold the immortals every day.
"The old man replied with a smile.
After hearing this, the young man scratched his head and looked puzzled, so he had to change the question: "Grandpa, Sister Guanxing said that I will fight with the little monk. Is this true?"
"Well, if it weren't for the fight with the young monk, Qi definitely wouldn't have accepted you as his disciple."
"But I have no grievances against the little monk, and I don't know anything. Why should I fight with him?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?" The old man became a little impatient as he listened.
"Then who should I ask?" The young man scratched his head.
"Ask your master, don't ask me."
The old man turned sideways and kicked the quilt on his body, and within a few seconds he started snoring.
Listening to the old man's snoring, the young man sighed helplessly, got up and helped the old man cover himself with the quilt, and then sat under the red candle to study the white robe that was indistinguishable no matter how he looked at it.
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On the mountain peak behind Qingshan Temple, a thatched house looks particularly abrupt.
The furnishings inside the thatched house are also extremely simple, as if there is nothing except a wooden bed.
At this time, two bald heads were exposed on the wooden bed, which were particularly bright under the moonlight.
The little monk turned over, looked at Xuan Zheng beside him with wide eyes, frowned slightly, and asked softly: "Master, why do we sleep facing the window?"
"Because facing the window can let the moonlight shine on our heads." Xuan Zheng closed his eyes tightly and replied in a low voice.
"The moonlight shining on my head will make me smart, right?" The young man seemed to be interested, and he quickly lay down and pointed his head out of the window.
"no."
"What's that for?"
"Because it's cool."
"..."
The little monk looked helpless. After being silent for a long time, he found that he still couldn't sleep. He had to open his eyes again, looked at the master beside him, and said softly: "Master, are you asleep?"
"Just woke up."
"Master, when do you think I can go down the mountain?" the young monk asked, seemingly looking forward to it.
"Do you want to go down the mountain?" Xuanzheng's voice was emotionless.
"yes."
"Why do you want to go down the mountain?"
"Because no one can control me when I go down the mountain. No one forces me to recite sutras. The sutras are too difficult and I can't learn them."
"That's because you're stupid."
"Then when will I become smart?" the little monk asked quickly.
"You will be smarter when you come down from the mountain." Xuan Zheng replied.
"Then when can I go down the mountain?"
"When you are smarter." Xuan Zheng replied.
"Then when will I become smart?" the little monk then asked.
"Waiting for you to come down the mountain."
The young monk shook his head, looked up at Xuan Zheng and said, "Master, will I never be able to go down the mountain or be smart in this life?"
Xuan Zheng opened his eyes, glanced at the young monk, and said softly: "You came down the mountain because you are not smart and can't recite sutras well. If you were smart, why did you go down the mountain?"
"But if I don't go down the mountain, I won't be smart, so I will still think about going down the mountain."
"Then you're smart, you don't have to go down the mountain."
"But I still can't recite sutras well."
"Then if you don't chant sutras, you won't know whether you are smart or stupid, and you won't have to think about going down the mountain."
"Okay." The young monk nodded helplessly.
"sleep."
"master……"
"You still have water to carry tomorrow."
"oh oh."
"sleep."
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A crescent moon streaked across the delicate turret, casting a hazy yellow light into the high walls, making the Yonggu Hall look mysterious and quiet.
It seems that all the palaces in this huge palace have turned off the lights, but the Yonggu Palace is brightly lit. The young emperor Zhu You is sitting in front of the desk, tirelessly reviewing the memorial in his hand. It is already midnight.
However, the little emperor seemed to have no intention of resting at all. Not only did he not show any signs of fatigue, but he became more energetic. Even the palace maids and eunuchs on the side were already opening their eyelids and nodding their heads frequently.
Finally, the eunuch who usually took care of the little emperor's daily life couldn't stand it anymore. It wasn't because he was sleepy and tired, but because he really felt sorry for the little emperor's body. After all, the little emperor had been sleeping late these days, and even his iron-clad body couldn't stand it.
What a hassle, not to mention that this is an extremely precious dragon body.
The eunuch slowly walked forward and whispered in the ear of the young emperor Zhu You: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, otherwise we'd better rest first."
"I will take a rest after reading this." The little emperor calmed down and raised his head in agreement.
"Your Majesty, when will you be able to read this book? Why do you have to read it together today? It will be the same tomorrow." The eunuch frowned. He estimated that in this case, he, who was always by the little emperor's side, dared to say that if it were changed,
It was too late for others to hide, so how could they come forward and cause trouble for themselves?
"There will be discounts tomorrow." The little emperor said without raising his head.
"But if you continue to look at it like this, you will probably alarm Queen Mother Xue again soon. By then..."
Before the eunuch finished speaking, the little emperor put down the book in his hand.
The eunuch smiled slightly. In this world, Empress Dowager Xue was the only one who could shock the little emperor.