Ten days later, someone from the big car shop came to inquire about the freight and goods. Zhuzi accompanied them to see the camels and also introduced the situation of his camel team.
The guest said seemingly unintentionally that there will be a ritual ceremony at Chang'an Temple tomorrow, which is a grand event in Shenyang.
Zhuzi glanced at him and smiled. Said he must go and have a look.
So, early the next morning, Zhu Zhu took Hong'er to Chang'an Temple.
Chang'an Temple is located in the northeast corner of the old city of Shenyang. It is one of the most famous ancient temples in Shenyang. There is a saying among the people that "there was Chang'an Temple first, and then Shenyang City".
Chang'an Temple is said to have been built in the Tang Dynasty. The meaning of the name is to maintain the Tang Dynasty's "prosperous national destiny and long-term peace and stability". In the seventh year of Yongle in Ming Dynasty, Shenyang commander Fang Sheng rebuilt Chang'an Temple. What you see now was rebuilt in the early Ming Dynasty.
Zhuzi and Hong'er came to Chang'an Temple with their four followers, strolling in a carriage.
You can see the entrance of the temple from a distance, it's so lively, like a temple fair. Not only many Han people, but also many family members of the Eight Banners came to offer incense.
Nowadays, only in Shenyang, Liaodong, there are more Han people, and they are basically invisible in other places. Those who survived were placed in labor on the manor. Farm, herd, and work for slave owners.
Because Shenyang was the capital of the slaves, there were a large number of surrendered Han civil and military officials and their families, and they also had many slaves.
Chang'an Temple held a religious ceremony this time. Many people came and it was very lively.
Zhuzi couldn't help but nod secretly. This person was very meticulous. The more chaotic and noisy the environment, the harder it was to be discovered.
Zhuzi and Xiaohong arrived at the temple gate and walked into the mountain gate. I saw that Chang'an Temple faces south from the north, has three courtyards, and covers an area of eight or nine acres.
The two took a stroll. Judging from the architectural style, one courtyard has a hard-mountain architectural style. The gray tile roof reveals the interior of the palace.
The second and third courtyards are single-eaves Xieshan-style buildings with gray tile roofs and rolling shed-style roofs. The brackets are three-upturned and seven-stepped or three-up and seven-colored, typical of the Ming Dynasty style.
"Brother Zhuzi, the calligraphy on this tablet is very good," Hong'er said, pointing to an inscription.
Although Hong'er was born in a brothel, she received a good education since childhood. If you don't have a certain level of education, you won't be able to serve the top brass.
Hong'er's handwriting was very good, and she wrote all the documents on Lin Yueru's side. Xiaoyu is mainly responsible for auditing accounts.
Looking at the pillar, it is a stele "Rebuilding the Chang'an Zen Temple in Shenyang". The time engraved on it is the 23rd year of Chenghua. The content is about the deeds of Sun Caopu and Cao Ming, the sons of Cao Jun, the commander of Shenyang Zhongwei, who "helped others" in the construction of Chang'an Temple.
Zhuzhu said: "The Dharma ceremony will start in the Main Hall in a while. Since we are here, we should go and pay our respects. Please donate some sesame oil money to the temple."
Hong'er nodded obediently and followed Zhu Zhu to the main hall.
At this time, there were already a lot of people here. Many people knew each other and were saying hello. Zhuzi and others were wearing Ming Dynasty clothes, which did not attract much attention. After all, this is Shenyang, and there are many merchants coming and going.
Zhu Zhu and Hong'er knelt down and kowtowed first. Zhu Zhu secretly prayed that he and Hong'er would be safe and smooth and have a good marriage. Then he said to the monk Zhike: "A little thought is not enough to show respect, but to add hundreds of monk robes to the temple."
As he spoke, Zhu Zhu handed over a silver note of one hundred taels.
Monk Zhike's eyes lit up, he clasped his hands and said, "Tan Yue is very interested. Please sit down in the tea room behind. The Dharma conference won't start for a while."
Zhu Zhu said in his heart: "Sure enough, if you donate more, your treatment will be different immediately."
Hong'er and Zhuzi were led to a small pavilion on a rockery in the backyard, bowed, and then left. Zhu Zhu saw that there were two tough servants standing guard in front of the steps.
He couldn't help but smile. It seems that the real owner is in the pavilion shaded by trees.
The man on the left is the leader who held them hostage.
"My master is waiting for you in the pavilion. Please come up. These people can stay here."
Zhuzhu nodded, motioned for them to wait here, and took Hong'er up the stairs.
I limped into the pavilion and saw a low-waisted square table with horseshoe legs placed in the middle of the pavilion. There are three chairs placed in opposite directions.
There is a small red clay stove and a purple sand tea set on the table. There is a small charcoal stove with an iron grate, the charcoal fire is warm, and ginkgo is roasted on the iron grate.
A man in his mid-twenties turned his back to them, standing in front and looking at the temple and the lively crowd below. Hearing them coming up, they chanted in a low voice:
“Half life is full of mist and mist, half life is worry, one thought makes everything stop.
Houshan is a pure place, but the common people are full of sorrow. "
I heard the man reciting a poem. Although Zhu Zhu didn't understand poetry and didn't have much education, he could feel that the man seemed melancholy.
Hong'er whispered: "This is a poem by Zhou He of the Tang Dynasty. It talks about the helplessness of life. The temple is a place of purity, but I am a layman and cannot escape from the world. I have always been troubled by the things in the world, and I am endlessly worried."
Zhu Zhu cupped his hands and said, "My master often said that nine out of ten people in life are not as they wish. There are many things we cannot change. However, people's abilities vary, and as long as you are willing to do it, everyone can change something. "
The man turned around after hearing this, and it was the man he had seen before.
"You two have received the reply that I need." Li Yangeng asked with a smile.
Zhuzi smiled bitterly and said: "If the master doesn't reply, how dare we come. I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of the Moon-Wang Pavilion today."
Li Yangeng smiled. This boy looked young, but he was a wonderful man with an exquisite mind. He stretched out his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down opposite him.
"What did your master say?" m.
"The master only sent back a message, asking Mr. Yingge to help find out the whereabouts of Liu Xingzuo's mother and brother."
Li Yangeng's eyes flashed and there was a smile in his eyes.
Uncle Dingyuan's reputation was so great that he was like thunder in the bitter cold land of Liaodong.
The person's name and the shadow of the tree convey his spirit. I have long wanted to have the opportunity to see it.
Sure enough, there is no idle person under the great reputation. After a little trial and error, Uncle Dingyuan understood everything.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. The other party was also a powerful character who was not easy to mess with. He could kill him in one step.
I won’t play tricks with you. If you want to cooperate sincerely, just do one thing.
"Aren't you surprised how I guessed that you are from Uncle Dingyuan?"
Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "I would like to hear the details."
Li Yangeng said: "I arranged for Liu Xingzuo to escape back to Ming Dynasty."
Zhuzi and the two were stunned for a moment, but then they thought that this was the only way it made sense. Only this young master has the ability to see the sky with his hands and eyes.
An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action. Judging from the contact with him, since Yang Fan recommended Liu Xingzuo, he would definitely guess that Yang Fan would take away Liu Xingzuo's family members.
Li Yangeng continued: "If I guess correctly, this girl is the one who has the last word."
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