Na'an, the imperial city of Shangqi, continued to have rain water for five or six days. Even if there was not much accumulated water, it still attracted the wealthy people in the imperial city to relax for a while. In the worst case, they could go to the teahouse and listen to some songs. I was thinking about all the omissions in the storyteller's speech, so I thought it would be a good idea to take the opportunity to say a few sentences, just to amuse myself. But after several days of continuous rain, even the already famous storyteller was unwilling to earn the hard-earned money. He did not show up for two or three days, and only asked his disciple, who was not considered very smart, to come and tell a few paragraphs. , stumbling and full of mistakes and omissions, which of course makes people uninterested.
Everyone knows that the ordinary people in the imperial city have their own backgrounds, and of course there is no shortage of money. In the imperial city of a country, it is never the turn of the poor to settle down under the emperor's feet. Even if they are lucky enough to get a house, the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt is not high. The ordinary realm is comparable, and of course only those with a wealthy family can afford such a price. Since you don’t have to worry about money, you naturally have to save a lot of time to go and find some fun things. No matter it is a theater, a teahouse, a restaurant, or a railing, Naan is probably the most densely populated place for fun in the entire city. Some scholars say that it takes several years to open ten stalls in Na'an every day, which sounds very bluffing. However, if you really live in Na'an, you will know that this statement sounds ridiculous, but in fact it is not flattering. over.
When the rain first stopped, there was a small temple in the city of Na'an. Finally, a monk opened the door of the temple and rang the bell twice or three. Then he looked out at the calm sky, and the beads on the eaves were dripping with rainwater, and he said softly: After saying the Buddha's name, he put his palms together and smiled.
There is no abbot or head of the temple, only this one monk lives permanently. In addition to this monk, there is also a young novice monk with red lips and white teeth. At such a young age, he often attracts people from across the street. The woman often came here to tease the young novice while he was away. They are people who are in the world, most of them don't know the priorities of words, and they don't care about any taboos. They often say that the little novice monk's face is like blood jade, and even almost forget the etiquette of a monk, and flee to the temple without looking back, and he will not be there for a long time. Dare to go out one more step. Strangely enough, the monk had always just stood by and watched, never stepping forward to stop the women from speaking more and more wantonly. His brows were indifferent and he clasped his hands together. It was not until the little novice fled back to the temple that he saluted several people one by one and walked back to the temple.
After all, Na'an is the old capital of Daqi. Compared with other places, there are always more people who eat fast and believe in Buddhism. Therefore, although the small temple is unknown, people always come to it. After stepping through the narrow temple gate, it is quite spacious inside. , in addition to the Buddhist hall, there are two or three thatched cottages, the golden body is spotless, and the Bodhi leaves in the courtyard have new hair. Especially after the deep rain in spring, the branches are lush and leafy, and it is very cool. The capital is noisy most of the time. I came to this small temple by chance. The incense slowly rose and the breeze blew, which was a bit different. There was no shortage of money for incense. The monks never declined, but always after receiving the money. , he saluted the benefactor in front of him, no matter how rich or small he was, but he never opened his mouth. Every time he came and went, everyone speculated that this monk was probably born mute, but no one cared about it.
The monk just opened the temple door today, and an old man with gray hair came to the door. He beat his legs and feet and breathed for a while before entering the temple. He looked at the slightly surprised monk and smiled.
The old man's clothes are very particular. His sleeves are embroidered with gold and silver threads and the stitching is tight.
Dense, very much from the meaning of Huang Congjun. It is not as flamboyant and lively as brocade weaving, but it is also very noble. At this moment, when I walked into the temple and saw the expression of the monk, I smiled and said, "The master is unstoppable, and the sun sets several times in a row. It was raining and the number of people on the street was getting thinner. I still woke up early to open the door and ring the bell. It is commendable for my perseverance. If I think about it all the time, I am afraid that it will be a matter of time before I become a Buddha. I really envy me."
The monk was still speechless, only shook his head slightly, put his palms together in salute, let the old man into the temple, and went to collect the rainwater to make tea.
The old man wandered around for a while, and then he saw that the green bricks in the courtyard were drenched by rainwater, becoming greener and darker. Dozens of flowers and plants were in full bloom. They had not been moistened by wind and rain for several days. When the beautiful lady came out of the bath, there were already butterflies and bees standing on them. , you will know that even if the rain covers the roof, it has not suppressed the fragrance of the flowers. The candlelight in the Buddhist hall reflects the golden body, and it is clearly extinguished, which adds two points of color. It is obvious that the temple is narrow from the outside, but when I step inside, I always feel that the temple is more colorful and colorful than the hustle and bustle of the capital outside.
However, when he was looking at the thatched cottage along the window lattice, the old man had a strange look on his face. It turned out that he saw the young monk still lying on the bed, sleeping in a very strange way, so he smiled to himself. He guessed that young people are prone to sleepiness, and now Without saying anything, he went to the adjacent thatched cottage and sat across from the monk to drink tea.
"The young master who gave six hundred flying flowers to the Xun family left Sutai County not long ago. He will be in the capital in less than half a month. As far as I know, many people in the capital are not happy to see this relegated prince. The young master of the Xun family in Beijing has returned to the capital. I will first test him. If he has not passed this level, then even if he returns to Beijing safely, he will still be of no use."
The old man drank tea very quickly, and he didn't look old. Although his legs were not as strong as before, he was still as strong as ever. After drinking the tea in one gulp, he added another one by himself and looked at the green bricks outside the thatched cottage. The water reflects the bright sky. "Although he is a popular person in the eyes of the Holy Emperor, he has only had the skills of poetry, calligraphy and painting over the years, but he has no ability to govern the world. There is really no shortage of scholars in the court, not to mention that Xun Xiang has always been I look down on people from Xun Ji's family. Since I have been owed a debt of gratitude, I have never found a chance to repay it for many years. This time, I will test the depths for Prime Minister Xun. Even if it is difficult to get rid of this worry and give the boy some suffering, it is not a good idea. No."
The monk thought for a moment, glanced up at the old man, and then looked up again.
"The emperor is well versed in literature and has a love for talent, but there is always a solution to everything." The old man took the tea, slowly skimmed off the foam, and praised that tea made with water without roots is the best, but he even said it indifferently He replied, "What's more, what I wanted to do at first was not to get rid of the young master. At most, it was just to humiliate and beat him to destroy his spirit. It would save him from causing trouble and causing trouble. Although people in this world are born to be free, there are always some The place cannot be touched. Since we are not dealing with Xun Xiang, I, the younger generation, should take action and kill that boy Wei Feng."
The ringing of the Buddha bell came slowly, and the monk holding the cup in his hand obviously didn't understand the twists and turns of the old man's words, so he could only smile politely, and then did not move again, quietly sipping the tea.
The flowers outside the house dazzle the eyes.
The raindrops are falling from the eaves.
Chuanchuan, the sunlight shines through, reflecting the chaotic red and green intertwining in the courtyard.
The little novice woke up from his sleep and realized that it was already bright outside. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the thatched hut next door. He saw the traces of incense steadily rising. The two of them were drinking tea, and they clasped their hands and said something embarrassed. The name of the Buddha is used to greet monks and elders.
"Speaking of which, your little apprentice has been with you for a long time, so you don't want to pass on some real skills?" The old man kindly touched the little novice's smooth forehead, and he couldn't put it down. Then he asked with suspicion, "After all, it is Daqi who The mantle inherited from the eminent monk, whether it is Buddhism or skill, must be passed on to his disciples. At least they must have the ability to eat and earn incense and money in the future, right?"
After the monk heard this, he was speechless for a long time. He picked up his pen and wrote: A broad mind is the Buddha. A calm mind does not require skill. He immediately looked outside the thatched cottage, got up and left.
Another old man came to the temple.
The old man's back is slightly hunched, but his legs and feet are quite neat. It only took half an hour to get here from the edge of the imperial city, probably because he often wanders around the capital on weekdays. He is obviously very old, but his legs and feet are tiny. He had no old illnesses, and with an indifferent expression, he walked straight into the temple, stood outside the thatched cottage, and looked calmly at the old man drinking tea in the thatched cottage.
But before the latter could get up to salute and report the good news, the old man stepped forward and slapped the latter on the face. He almost staggered. He couldn't stand still for a while, sat back on the chair, and then After receiving a hard slap, his face was full of surprise.
"I dare not touch Ni Lin, but you, a second-grade official, are very courageous. You know clearly that Xun Yuantuo is a handsome man with a hundred talents in the eyes of the Holy Emperor. I am afraid that after this trip to Beijing, you will rise to the top. I may not dare to provoke you easily, but you dare to set an ambush halfway?"
With another palm, he loosened the old man's hair and said, "You have followed me to learn how to do officialdom since your temples were black. Whether it is your personality or the ability to advance or retreat, I have already taught you. No matter where you look, the Holy Spirit will tell you." He is a sage with good moral principles, but he only has the temperament to accept death. Now he regards Xun Yuantuo as his best friend, so how can he act so rudely?"
The old man who came in later was surnamed Xun, and he often wandered around the capital.
Whether they are foreign merchants or people who have lived in the capital for a long time, they can often see this nimble-legged Prime Minister Xun, traveling leisurely through half of the capital without riding in a sedan or riding a horse.
Xun Wenqu has had a very good temper for many years. Even if there was a disagreement between civil and military officials in the court, Prime Minister Xun would always mediate between them. He had never glared at anyone, and he had never gotten angry. However, he was in such a situation. In the quiet world, Xun Wenqu gave the already quite old man in front of him three slaps in succession. Half of his face was almost swollen before he was able to dissipate his anger.
The little novice who had already walked into the Buddhist hall heard clearly and grinned. He remembered the time when he was in trouble and how it felt when the monks played handcuffs. He trembled all over and felt a little relieved.
At such an age, there is no way to escape being beaten. At this age, it seems that two more beatings are not a big deal.
