"Not even there?"
In Dongshan Temple, Yuwen Shiji frowned and looked at the novice monk in front of him, "But in the village?"
"Li...the elder of the Li family is going out today."
Yu Wenshiji waved the riding crop in his hand, "Where is the host Wuchao?"
On that day, the Qin Palace first mentioned the matter of Dongshan Temple. Yu Wenshiji was present, so he naturally knew that Zen Master Wuchao who practiced closed mouth Zen was the work of Li Shan. This person must be someone close to Li Shan.
"Presiding over the retreat." The little novice monk swallowed, his legs were trembling, but he refused to step back.
Yuwen Shiji squinted his eyes slightly, could something happen?
Looking back, Yuwen Shiji's eyes had narrowed to a slit. Five or six maids and female monks were surrounding a tall middle-aged female monk. There was a middle-aged man outside who looked surprised and opened his mouth. Inquire.
"Nanyang?"
"Here you go..." The female monk frowned slightly, the person in front of her looked very familiar.
"Uncle Li Jincai." Li Dewu looked complicated. When Yang Guang's daughter Princess Nanyang was choosing a husband, he was also one of the candidates, but in the end he was succeeded by Yu Wenshi.
Princess Nanyang's expression was also very complicated. She had a lot of contact with Pei Shuying and knew the story of the reunion. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yu Wenshiji walking slowly towards her, with a layer of frost on her face.
Everyone has their own destiny. They are both noble daughters of the former dynasty, and they have been together guarding the lonely lamp and suffering Buddha for many years. Pei Shuying is finally reunited as husband and wife, and she... Princess Nanyang lowered her head, held rosary beads, and chanted sutras in a low voice.
"roll!"
The low scolding made Li Dewu look livid, "Brother Yuwen, you are fine."
Yuwen Shiji glanced at Princess Nanyang, his face became even more gloomy, he turned around and walked more than ten steps to stand still.
Li Dewu suppressed his anger and followed him, "Why did the Li family fail Yuwen?"
Yu Wenshiji didn't speak, his hands were clasped behind his back, and his sharp gaze was engraved on Li Dewu's face. Of course he now understood why Li Shan was not in Dongshan Temple or Zhujiagou today, and even the Wu who was practicing silent chanting Zen Master Chao closed his doors to thank guests.
That boy did have some tricks, and worthy of Fang Xuanling's praise, he was able to detect the news and avoid it in advance.
Li Dewu could hardly hold back the anger in his heart. His old friend had turned into a feud, and now he could only cling to the Yue family and almost become a son-in-law, while Fang Jue was granted the title of Duke of the country and held a high position.
Most importantly, aren’t you and I the same kind of person?
"Why is Nanyang dressed as a female monk, brother Yuwen..."
"Shut up!" Yuwenshi clenched his hands behind his back into fists.
Which pot won’t be opened?
Both of them were young talents in the previous dynasty, but after the Sui Dynasty, they both rose to power by abandoning their wives and children.
The anger in Yuwen Shiji's heart was no less than that of Li Dewu. Why?
Why is it that my son is dead, but your son is alive and well, and is still praised as a hero?
"I heard from my slave that Brother Li has been lingering outside the mansion several times. Why didn't he come to the door?"
Hearing these words, Li Dewu's hands clenched into fists. This is a pot that cannot be opened or raised!
The house you live in was snatched from me!
"Brother Li, don't worry, that house will return to the Li family sooner or later." Yu Wenshi said in a low voice.
Returning it to the Li family is not returning it to you... If one day, Li Shan is the owner of the house and Li Dewu is waiting outside the door, Yu Wenshiji would like to see this scene.
After a brief silence, with another "get out", Li Dewu, with trembling cheeks, quickly walked down the mountain and left in embarrassment.
Slowly walking to Princess Nanyang, Yu Wenshiji waved the maids and female monks to go away, and whispered to Princess Nanyang's back: "I will host the retreat today, rest overnight in the village at the foot of the mountain, and enter the temple tomorrow."
Not hearing any reply, Yu Wenshiji had a look of pain on his face and whispered: "Li Dewu married the Zhu family in Lingnan and gave birth to a son, Li Shan, who is the master of Dongshan Temple and is now in the village..."
Listening to the intermittent explanation behind her, Princess Nanyang sneered and said: "I remember back then, you and he were the best friends, and we were the same as each other."
"Is it because of Li Shan that Li Dewu is expelled today?" This was the first time in these years that Princess Nanyang took the initiative to talk to her ex-husband.
"Li Shan is seventeen years old."
After a low sigh, a faint cry could be heard. Master Yuwen's face was stiff and speechless for a long time. If his son, Zen Master Yuwen, had not died, he would have been seventeen years old this year.
An hour later, the Li family residence in Zhujiagou.
Zhu took in Princess Nanyang without hesitation and asked Xiaoman and the maid to clean up the house, while Yu Wenshiji left sadly. He had important things to do today.
At this moment, in the wine shop in Changlepo, Li Shan and Zhou Zhao were sitting by the window, admiring the scenery of the Jinghe River while tasting the wine that Zhou Zhao rated as the best wine in the world.
Changlepo is ten miles away from Chang'an and close to the Jinghe River. It is the closest market to Chang'an. It has a wide variety of shops, including wine shops, restaurants, and inns. It has always been a place where people are welcomed and sent off.
Looking at the wine bowl in front of him, Li Shan snorted, as expected.
Green ants make fresh fermented wine and a small red clay stove.
The wine in the Tang Dynasty had a low alcohol content, was not filtered cleanly, and had many impurities. It looked like there were ants in the wine, but this bowl of wine was not green.
Taking a sip, Li Shan looked surprised and murmured to himself, "It's not rice wine or rice wine, it's a bit like white wine..."
Li Shan had several drinks with Li Kai and Li Zhaode, and they mostly drank Sanlejing, which is a kind of fruit wine. Li Zhaode once took a bottle of wine as if it were a treasure. These two wines were the main wines of the upper class in the Tang Dynasty. The lower layer is mainly rice wine and rice wine.
Does liquor already exist in this era?
"What is it brewed from?"
"Of course we can't reveal the store's secret skills." Zhou Zhao laughed and took a sip, "It's like fire in the mouth, and even more intense in nature. Come on, shopkeeper, there are two jars on the table."
Zhu Ba glanced over, Li Shan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "They have all returned to secular life."
Li Shan came out to seek refuge today. In addition to Zhu Ba, Zhu Wei specially arranged for four young men to follow him. They were all men skilled in martial arts in the village. Two of them were also monks, but like Zhu Ba, they had returned to secular life.
Li Shan sipped the wine slowly. He had never drunk any good wine in his previous life, but he often drank some bulk soju with his grandfather in middle school. This bowl of wine was about 30 degrees, so he could buy some later and try to distill and purify it.
Without expecting to buy the secret recipe, Li Shan now also knows the importance of a secret recipe in this era. It is a family heirloom. Therefore, after Li Shan took out the secret recipe of Gewurztraminer, the villagers were filled with gratitude to him.
However, it is precisely for this reason that many secret techniques are slowly lost and are not leaked for a long time. It is not until many years later or even the change of dynasties that they are spread. Of course, they may also be lost.
"Drink slowly." Zhou Zhao frowned and reminded: "Although the entrance is good, if you drink too much, your ears will be dizzy and you will be drunk. If you hadn't been drunk last time, the store wouldn't have reported it to the official!"
"Isn't it because you were so drunk that the store didn't find any money on you?" Li Shan joked with a smile. Naturally, after the incident with the waist pad and the bronze mirror that day, the relationship between the two... became more and more like close friends. , often communicate privately.
Zhou Zhao was about to retort when there was a burst of noise over there. Everyone looked back and saw three or two drunk men fighting with the shopkeeper. A few waiters quickly knocked the man down, found the money and threw him out the door.
"She's very skilled." Zhou Zhao murmured.
Li Shan said with a smile. "If money is found, why report it to the official?"
After drinking another bowl, Li Shan felt a little dizzy as the wind from the Jing River blew in. His alcohol level was obviously not high. Could it be that he hadn't drank for too long, or that his body's secretion of hangover enzymes was too low?
There was another noise outside the door, and Li Shan turned around to look. Although his head was dizzy, his eyes were fine and he saw Wang Renyou clearly.
"It must be this officer who is causing trouble. Beat me! Beat me!"
A cry of surprise sounded. Wang Renyou pointed at Li Shan and Zhou Zhao with a distorted face, and several big men immediately pounced on them.
Li Shan's face was also distorted. Did he go out without reading the almanac today?
The almanac must say it is not advisable to go out!
