This temple has undergone extensive construction work by several generations of saints. It is a majestic temple and is the most splendid temple in Dajing.
Yao Yao opened the curtain, and the carriage swayed and drove quickly to Kaihuafang. The wind whistled by her ears, and the bustling street scene was like a fast-forward lens she had seen in her previous life, rushing past her eyes. Pass.
The hustle and bustle of the world, with people coming and going, was as sharp as a cold knife, and it stung the corners of her eyes a little. She seemed to see herself from another life, walking on the pedestrian street holding milk tea. She had never been a sentimental and hypocritical person. , but the tip of her nose was still inevitably sore. She sniffed, missing the smell of popcorn and the feeling of watching a movie with popcorn in her hands.
Han Changmu closed his eyes and rested. The car was very quiet, except for the faint sound of breathing. The sound of sniffling was very clear in the car. He could hear the sadness in the sound, which was very strange.
She couldn't be crying.
"What are you looking at?" Han Changmu suddenly said, startling Yao Yao.
Yao Yao's expression became normal for a moment, and he slowly lowered the car curtain, pursed his lips and smiled: "Look at the excitement outside."
Han Changmu frowned and looked at her. Her eyes were a little red. If he hadn't known that she never applied makeup, the red color must not be rouge, and she would have hidden it. But he didn't expose her. He whispered: "I have asked for permission from the saint to allow you to pretend to be the female doctor in the palace and go to Prince An's Mansion to diagnose Princess Rong."
Yao Yao was stunned and whispered: "So fast!"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you still too quick? Then let Huo Hanshan live in the prison of the Internal Security Department for a few more days. Anyway, the Internal Security Department has no shortage of money and can afford it."
Yao Yao waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "I'm not happy, I'm sorry, I made a mistake in my humble position. Sir, when will we go?"
Han Changmu opened the car curtain and looked at the sky, then turned around and said: "If the investigation at Jianfu Temple goes well, we will go to Prince An's Mansion after lunch." He paused slightly and asked in a somewhat unspeakable voice: "What do you need? Don’t need to prepare anything?”
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, thinking that the appliances used in her previous life were too complicated and too high-tech. She didn't have dexterous hands and couldn't make them. It was a waste of time to think about them, so she smiled and said: "No need."
The car suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Yao Yao realized belatedly that Han Changmu had just shown kindness to her, but her reaction seemed too cold, so he quickly went back to make up for it with a smile: "Sir, how did you find the Lotus Sutra and the Is it related to Jianfukuji Temple?"
There was a faint smile in Han Changmu's eyes, but his expression was indifferent: "I saw an embroidery of the Lotus Sutra at Jianfu Temple many years ago. The handwriting is the same as the one offered in Sesel Tower, and that one The embroidery was embroidered by the late emperor and his concubines based on Master Fuhui's hand scroll and donated to Jianfu Temple."
Yao Yao was shocked: "Master Fuhui's scroll is an orphan. Why is it in Sese Tower?"
Han Changmu smiled: "It's not the original, it's an imitation. The original has been kept in Jianfu Temple and cannot be seen by outsiders. So this imitation must have been imitated by the monks in Jianfu Temple. I didn't notice that at first. Volume of the Lotus Sutra, the Dajing Dynasty advocated Buddhism, and no one offered anything. But after I learned yesterday that the book was donated by Jianfu Temple, I became suspicious and asked He Zhenfu to interrogate the guy again. ."
Yao Yao clicked her tongue. She could be a young envoy. She was as meticulous as a hair, and knowledgeable. If the Lotus Sutra was placed in front of her, she would at most be able to read the writing. Yes, as for who wrote it, her eyes darkened. It would be good if she could recognize all the words on it.
She thought for a while and then asked: "Sir, in Song Huaide's case, we have to try to see Wang Zhong. He is the only insider."
The carriage was moving very fast, but not so steadily. The curtains of the carriage were swaying up and down, and bright sunlight shone into the carriage.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't worry, Wang Gui's other nephew is going to get married soon, and Wang Gui will definitely go to watch the ceremony."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency, you even know such secret things." She still had half a sentence left to say, and the paparazzi and tabloid reporters felt inferior.
Han Changmu said lightly: "I also learned about it by accident."
The two of them chatted for a few more words, and suddenly the carriage heard the driver whispering outside: "Sir, we have arrived at Jianfu Temple."
Under the clear blue sky, there is a solemn and solemn plaque hanging high. The five words "Edict recommends Fu Temple" are written in the handwriting of the former Emperor Wu. It is vigorous and simple, which makes people feel awe.
Although Jianfuji Temple is a royal temple, ordinary people are also allowed to enter the temple to offer incense, pray to gods and worship Buddha.
When Han Changmu and his two men arrived, it was the time when there were the most people in Jianfu Temple. The crowds coming in and out were all piled up at the mountain gate. After just a few steps, they could no longer squeeze in.
Deep inside the mountain gate, streams of green smoke rose into the sky, passing over the blue glazed tile roof and shooting straight into the sky.
Han Changmu glanced at the bustling people, grabbed Yao Yao's hand, and whispered: "Follow me."
Yao Yao was caught off guard, and before he could recover, he was half pulled and half dragged away by Han Changmu.
Light smoke weaved into mist in mid-air, making the road ahead and the palace in the distance look a bit hazy. It was the first time Yao Yao came back to Jianfu Temple. She was somewhat confused about the direction and walked against the flow of people towards the depths of the temple. She was a little afraid of losing her, so she subconsciously squeezed Han Changmu's hand.
Han Changmu turned around in surprise, glanced at Yao Yao, moved his lips, but said nothing in the end.
The two of them met the main hall without entering, and went around to the back of the main hall. Among the bustling crowd, they saw the governor monk wearing a gray coat.
Han Changmu walked forward quickly, bowed, took out the fish talisman and handed it to the magistrate monk, and said calmly: "Master, I am here to see the presiding officer. I have a case and I need to ask the abbot master for advice. I can help you, master." I’m going to see Master Abbot.”
The governor monk had a young face and looked to be less than thirty. Facing such a notorious person as the Major Envoy of the Internal Security Department, his expression did not change. He politely handed the fish talisman back to Han Changmu, his words were respectful, but neither condescending nor arrogant. He said: "Two donors, please follow the young monk to the quiet room and wait for a while."
The two followed the magistrate monk towards the direction of the quiet room. The bamboo forest on both sides of the road had lost all its leaves, and even the bamboo poles were a little yellow. They were blown by the wind and made soft sounds when they touched each other.
The blue bricks paving the floor are not the usual blue-grey, but light gray with a hint of light gold shining in them, like the sunlight falling on them and overflowing with light as they move slowly.
Han Changmu looked thoughtfully at the slightly stooped back in front of him. The road under his feet was paved with large bluestones. He and martial arts practitioners like Yao Yao walked without making any sound.
The prefect monk was wearing a pair of gray wooden-soled monk shoes, but he didn't make any sound when walking on such a cold stone road.
This monk's figure looks thin and he is not very powerful, but he should be good at lightness skills.
There is also a large bamboo forest at the end of the road. The sun shines into the bamboos with fallen leaves, and the shadows of the trees are mottled on the ground, swaying with the wind.
Rows of quiet rooms with gray tiles and white walls are hidden by bamboo trees. They are quiet and leisurely. They are completely separate from the hustle and bustle of the world in the front hall.
Walking along the deep path to the door of a quiet room, the governor monk opened the door and said calmly: "Two donors, please wait in the quiet room for a while while the young monk goes to report to senior brother."
Han Changmu saluted and thanked him.
This quiet room looked empty at first glance. Although there was no dust, it was frighteningly deserted. There was no kang or charcoal basin. Fortunately, both Han Changmu and Han Changmu were martial arts practitioners, so they could still withstand the cold. If For anyone else, his hands and feet would become stiff from the cold within a short time.
The bamboo shadows were imprinted on the window paper, swaying slightly. The window paper of the quiet room was extremely thick, and only a little sunlight came through, making the quiet room a little dark.
Han Changmu turned to look at Yao Yao under the window. Her expression was a little dazed. The weak sunlight filtered through the thick window paper and fell on the side of her face. She looked a little lonely.
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with Yao Yao and that he had been in a daze.
He opened his mouth, but before he could ask anything, there was a rustling sound coming from outside. Listening to this sound, it was not the governor monk who came just now.
With a creak, the door of the quiet room was pushed open, and a monk wearing a magnolia-colored coat walked in into the sunshine. He looked older than the prefect monk just now, and there were some fine lines at the corners of his eyes, adding to his kindness and gentleness.
He looked at Han Changmu and bowed, and said with a smile: "Little monk Zhishan, do you two adults want to see the abbot?"
Han Changmu returned the salute: "It's me."
The monk nodded: "You two adults, please follow me."
As he spoke, he led Han Changmu and the two of them through the dense bamboo forest. The skylight was flowing in the forest, thin and fragmented.
After a while, the three of them stopped outside the quiet room hidden next to the deepest bamboo forest. The monk opened the door and said gently with a smile: "Two adults, the abbot invites you."
Han Changmu nodded and thanked him, and walked slowly into the room. He saw an old man standing in the quiet room. His eyebrows and beard were all gray, but his face was smooth without a trace of wrinkles. He looked like he was only in his thirties, and he did not look old at all.
There was a smile on his face, and his eyes were as clear as if they were filled with crushed moonlight. They were exceptionally clear: "Prince Han, we meet again."
Han Changmu was also stunned. He obviously did not expect to see a familiar person in this place. He relaxed, and his business-like appearance immediately disappeared. He saluted with a smile and said, "Fu Wise Abbot."
Yao Yao was full of suspicion and looked at the two people as if they had known each other before. Why didn't Han Changmu mention this? Was it because he didn't know that the current abbot of Jianfu Temple was someone he knew?
However, now that we know each other, the rest of the matter will be easier to handle, and we are not afraid that he will refuse to talk.
