At dawn, Huangshan, Liuzhuang, Xi Wusi, Wei Yuehua, and Xi Wuhan went to Dangshan Temple together. Five people, three riding on a cart, followed the crisp sound of horse hooves and squeaking wheels.
To appreciate the spring scenery in the southwest, I just want to go to Dangshan Temple as soon as possible.
Wei Yuehua and Xi Wuhan were sitting in the same car. Along the way, Wei Yuehua kept comforting Xi Wuhan. Xi Wuhan was in a very bad mental state and had been up almost all night. The bumpy carriage could not keep her calm.
Rest quietly.
After spending a night together, Xi Wuhan became more and more dependent on and closer to her future sister-in-law. Although she had a strange feeling in her heart, she still regarded Wei Yuehua as someone she could talk to about everything.
Xi Wusi seemed to have matured and grown up a lot overnight. The training of thousands of miles in the rivers and lakes had long since tempered the originally uncontested peasant boy in his heart into a responsible man. He knew that at present,
Huangshan is his only support, but he is even more convinced that he can become like her father in the future.
In Liuzhuang's heart, besides sighing, he had already seen through the impermanence of the world, but he was not a saint, he was just a generous man in the world. The people he cared about were by his side at the moment, so he remembered fifteen years ago
bit by bit, and Emperor Jianwen who once made him feel unattainable but could often fight for him.
When we arrived at Dangshan Temple, it was almost dusk, and the Erhai Lake could be seen faintly reflecting the setting sun in the distance. The clouds on the Nineteen Peaks and Eighteen Streams had dispersed, and the mountains were lush and green. It was the time of spring.
Zen Master Dayun Wuyi was not in the temple, so Huangshan took a group of people straight to the back mountain. After passing the pagoda forest, in the corner of the pagoda forest stood a new tomb. A slender monk was standing in front of the tomb chanting sutras silently, and the sun set in the west.
Below, the monk's figure is stretched so long, it seems lonely and lonely. Looking from a distance, the setting sun just falls on the top of the monk's head and emits thousands of rays of light, which is more like the light of the Buddha.
Hearing the footsteps, the monk slowly turned around. When Liuzhuang saw the monk's face, he was stunned and fell to his knees involuntarily.
"The grass-roots people in Liuzhuang pay their respects to our emperor, long live the emperor."
Liuzhuang knelt down and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, while saying eulogies in a trembling voice.
When Ying Wen saw this, he quickly helped Liu Zhuang up and said: "Donor, why is this? Emperor Jianwen has died long ago. There is only one monk here who writes Qingdeng Sutra. Why should the benefactor be so generous? You and your sworn brother are brothers, let alone such a gift."
Big gift."
Liuzhuang stood aside tremblingly, not even daring to express his anger.
Ying Wen's sharp eyes glanced at Xi Wusi behind Huangshan, and his face suddenly became filled with surprise. The aura between the child's brows and the look on his face made him look exactly like Xi Zhen. After being stunned for a moment, Ying Wen suddenly understood.
, turned out to be the son of an old friend.
Ying Wen took a step forward, looked at Xi Wusi kindly and asked, "Is your surname Xi?"
When Xi Wusi saw Liuzhuang kneeling down and worshiping, and calling the monk in front of him the emperor, he suddenly understood that this man was his father's sworn brother, Emperor Jianwen, who lived among the people.
Xi Wusi quickly pulled Xi Wuhan to kneel down and kowtow, saying, "My nephew, Xi Wusi, and my sister Xi Wuhan are here to pay homage to my uncle. I would like to wish my uncle good health."
Ying Wen stood up straight with a smile, and after accepting the bow happily, he stretched out his hand to help the two of them up and said: "Xi Wusi, Xi Wuhan, good, good, really good." Ying Wen became more and more popular.
Excited, with slightly moist eyes, he said: "You
His father is my sworn brother, so it is reasonable for you to call me uncle. Good, good, great, my sworn brother’s descendants are still around, this is a great blessing.”
Liuzhuang stroked the tombstone, with mixed feelings in his heart. He was choked up and speechless for a while. Xi Wusi and Xi Wuhan, under Yingwen's guidance, silently filled a handful of soil into the new grave, and then knelt in front of the grave.
Neither brother nor sister actually cried. Instead, they kept holding back and did not even shed tears. How could Ying Wen not feel sad when he saw this? He quickly stroked Xi Wusi's head and said softly: "My child, if you want to cry, just
If you cry, it will be uncomfortable if you hold it in. If your parents can see you again, they will also smile."
The brother and sister looked at each other, and Xi Wusi raised his head and said loudly: "Father, mother, my child is unfilial. My mother has never wanted me to learn martial arts. My sister and I have always followed our mother's instructions. But now the world has changed, and people's hearts have also changed.
, I want to learn martial arts to complete what you have not completed. Human relations and heaven are often broken, and I want to work with Brother Shan like my father to support justice and tell the world that people's hearts are still there and conscience is still there."
Xi Wusi's words surprised everyone present. They did not expect that Wusi would have such insight and determination at such a young age. The most confused person at this time was Huangshan. He wanted the brother and sister to practice martial arts, but
He didn't dare, so he was very conflicted now.
At this time, a breeze blew by, and the wind was mixed with coolness, which made Huangshan tremble. A crow stayed on the top of the tower and kept chirping.
Xi Wusi looked back at the crow, then pointed at the crow and continued to pray: "Father, if you agree to my child learning martial arts, please bless me. If the wind can stop and the crows don't crow at this moment, then I will treat it as your father and you agree to my request.
Got it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange scene appeared. The wind suddenly stopped, and the crows on the top of the tower also stopped talking. They rolled their eyes and tilted their heads to look at the people in front of the grave quietly.
Xi Wusi had no expression on his face. He just thanked his father for his permission and then stood up and said to Huangshan: "Brother, my father has agreed. My sister and I want to learn martial arts."
Huangshan was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer. He could only turn his questioning eyes to Yingwen and Liuzhuang. After all, they were the only two elders here.
Liuzhuang said nothing, but Ying Wen chuckled and said: "If you want to learn martial arts, you need a famous teacher. I don't know martial arts, but I know that Abbot Daguo and Baoji are not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also have outstanding martial arts skills.
Shan'er, you might as well take Wusi Wuhan to Wuwei Temple, this may also be God's will."
Liuzhuang nodded when he heard the words, and Huangshan suddenly realized: Yes, this way, the three brothers and sisters are all in Yunnan, and I can come to see each other from time to time. If Zen Master Daguo can teach Wusi martial arts, and Duan Baoji can accept Wuhan as his disciple, this is not right
Is it the best of both worlds?
Huang Shan and others wrote farewell messages and were reluctant to leave. In less than an hour, they arrived at Wuwei Temple. It happened that Yang Andao and Duan Baoji were about to leave Wuwei Temple and return to Lanfeng. Seeing Huang Shan and others arriving, Yang Andao was very happy and hurriedly
He persuaded Duan Baoji to return to Wuwei Temple together.
"Amitabha, I haven't seen Mr. Huang for a long time. Is everything okay? I heard that Mr. Huang fought hard against the Tang Sect and eliminated a harm to the martial arts world. I am really gratified."
Daguo was very happy to see Huangshan. He had always thought Huangshan was a promising young man, so he treated him quite differently.
Huangshan hurriedly put his hands together and said: "Master, you are wrong."
Thank you. I come here and disturb the master's spiritual practice. Please forgive me. I really have something important to ask for, but I don't know how to say it."
Just as Da Guo was about to ask, Yang Andao jumped in and said, "Oh, little friend Huang, just say what you have to say. It's not like you to be so hesitant."
Huangshan glanced at Xi Wusi and introduced to Daguo: "Seniors and juniors, I would like to introduce to you, this is Shuangqian Liuzhuang in Liujiazhai, Henan. Third uncle, this is Elder Daguo, and this is Taoist Yang from Lanshi.
,This is layman Duan."
Everyone greeted each other, and Liu Zhuang was very pleased, and he quickly bowed and said: "Liu is a humble practitioner, and he is truly lucky to see the Buddha today."
Daguo bowed and said with a smile: "People outside the country don't know anything about Jianghu, but the Liu family brothers are so righteous that I have heard about it for a long time. Now that I see Mr. Liu's graceful demeanor, it is a comfort to my life."
Duan Baoji didn't like this kind of hustle and bustle of favors. She almost didn't like strangers. She only gave him a shallow courtesy, which was not to refute Huangshan's face. But her eyes kept wandering back and forth on Xi Wuhan's body, as if there was something wrong with her.
He was about to speak but stopped.
Seeing that everyone's greetings had stopped, Duan Baoji quickly stood up and asked Huang Shan: "Young hero, who are you this female doll?"
Huang Shan said quickly: "So that the seniors can know that his name is Xi Wusi and her name is Xi Wuhan, and they are the children of the late master."
Xi Wusi and Xi Wuhan hurriedly greeted each other, and Duan Baoji walked around Xi Wuhan several times, making tut-tut sounds from time to time.
Duan Baoji asked Xi Wuhan: "Nvwa, your father is a great hero, and your father is really admirable. How is Nvwa's martial arts?"
Xi Wusi quickly blushed and replied in a low voice: "Replying to my senior, Wuhan has never seen his father since he was a child, and has always been dependent on his mother and brother. My mother has never allowed us brothers and sisters to learn martial arts, so Wuhan does not know martial arts.
Senior is laughing."
Duan Baoji was ecstatic, but still suppressed her inner joy and cast a questioning look at Daguo. At that moment, Daguo also looked at Duan Baoji. The two understood instantly and couldn't help but smile at each other.
Duan Baoji touched Xi Wuhan's head and asked lovingly: "Then do you want to learn martial arts? If I accept you as my disciple, will you be willing?"
Huangshan and Xi Wuhan were both surprised. They thought they were going to beg, but they didn't know how to speak. Unexpectedly, Duan Baoji actually asked to accept Wuhan as a disciple. Is this really fate?
Xi Wuhan looked at Huangshan, then at Xi Wusi, and nodded timidly.
Da Guo laughed quickly and congratulated Duan Baoji: "Congratulations on gaining a good disciple. Congratulations on having an heir to your Swallow Sanchaoshui and Foil-piercing Sword."
Duan Baoji laughed heartily, pulled Xi Wuhan and walked out: "Okay, you can go back with me now. From now on, we will concentrate on practicing martial arts, and we will never care about these old monks and smelly Taoist priests anymore."
Wuhan was at a loss and looked at Huangshan for help. Huangshan smiled and nodded, and then she followed Duan Baoji and left overnight.
Yang Andao was anxious, and he quickly ran out and asked: "Hey, cousin, just ignore the old monks, what do you mean by ignoring the smelly Taoist priest? I am a Taoist priest!"
This was really true, and of course it overturned Huangshan's understanding of the two of them. Taoist Daguo seemed to be used to it, stroking his beard and burst into laughter again.