"Hey, they are just some young monks. Lord Mountain God, I pity them and let them settle here. I also specifically asked them to ring the bell every day to relieve my boredom. These monks are also obedient and dare not stop for a day." Shrew's face There was a flash of uneasiness on his face, but he soon puffed up his belly and said proudly.
Qiu Ping hurriedly sent another flattery, making the shrew float even more.
"Lord Mountain God, when are we going to pick fruits?" Qiu Ping didn't like the environment here. The bells in the temple always made him feel a little dangerous.
"No hurry, no hurry, it's still early, let's wait. The best time to pick chayote is late at night. There is a lot of knowledge involved here. You probably won't understand it if I tell you. You are right to listen to me. ." The shrew waved his hand, looking like he was very knowledgeable.
Although Qiu Ping felt more and more strange, he still nodded and followed the other party up the mountain. .
Not long after the two of them left, at the foot of Huangzhong Mountain, there were four young men carrying a soft-bottomed sedan, walking steadily towards the mountainside. Beside the sedan, there were also some young people dressed as scholars.
Now is the Chinese New Year, and many people and nobles nearby come to Luohan Temple to offer incense in order to seek good luck. It is said that the Buddha enshrined here is quite efficacious, so although Luohan Zen Temple was just built not long ago, it is already famous in Changning County.
They were quite lively along the way.
"Brother Geran, I heard that you have a talent for poetry. I passed by Huangzhong Mountain today, why don't you write a poem?" As everyone walked up the mountain, one of the scholars was chatting and laughing with the people next to him, but suddenly he suggested.
If Qiu Ping were here, he would have discovered that this "Brother Genran" was actually Jing Xinghuai who he dreamed about in the ancient well that day.
Jing Xinghuai, the word is generous.
"Poems are nothing more than trivial matters, and classics and articles are the way to govern the country. Jing has sworn that he will not compose poetry until he is admitted to the imperial examination, unless he responds in the examination room. I can be happy because of the scenery, but I don't want to lose my fortune because of the scenery."
Jing Xinghuai laughed and declined.
Everyone was still waiting for encouragement, but they heard a light cough coming from the soft sedan.
"Xinghuai's words are reasonable. Although peace is still there, the imperial court has seen long-term abuses. You must eliminate the abuses of the imperial court, instead of wallowing in beautiful words all day long and wasting your youth's good time in vain."
A middle-aged man with a thin face lifted the sedan curtain and spoke softly.
As soon as he said these words, everyone immediately fell silent, not daring to say any more irrelevant things.
Because this middle-aged man is the current Hanlin of the imperial court, the number one scholar seventeen years ago, and the great talent Pei Tao who is famous all over the world.
He is also the examiner of this Qingzhou Provincial Examination and the teacher of these scholars in front of him.
"Xinghuai, come closer and talk." Pei Tao waved to Jing Xinghuai.
Jing Xinghuai hurriedly stepped forward. The other candidates around him looked a little envious. Being chosen by Master Pei, as long as he could pass the Jinshi examination in the future, he would surely rise to great heights.
Because of Pei Tao's status and age, it is almost certain that he will enter the center of power in the future.
"You wrote an article in Qiu Wei and said: 'Heaven establishes a king for the people', which made me feel a little bit. However, I think there are many unfinished meanings in your words. Now it's just you and me, what's in your heart There are so many ravines, you can tell me all about them." Pei Tao spoke softly.
In this provincial examination, Jing Xinghuai's literary talent was not outstanding, but only at the level of a top grader. But the thoughts contained in his article were very appealing to Pei Tao.
Therefore, he specifically named the opponent as the sixth player.
Jing Xinghuai organized his thoughts, combined some of the revelations he had received from the mysterious god and his own thinking recently, and told Pei Tao everything.
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In the blink of an eye, it’s night. In the late night of winter, the moonlight is almost invisible, and the thin mist covers the sky. But it’s a good time to pick chickens and dogs... oh no, it’s a good time to pick fruits.
The shrew covered the lower half of his face with a rag strip, and sneakily ran along the corner of the temple.
Behind him, a child about three feet tall followed quietly.
"Mountain God..." Qiu Ping's face was dark, and he didn't look like he was doing any serious work.
"Shh! Remember not to use your magical powers for a while." The shrew turned around and quickly asked Qiu Ping to stop talking. He carefully looked around and made sure no one noticed him before he breathed a sigh of relief.
He jumped up the wall of Luohan Chanyuan in a flash, and Qiu Ping also climbed up.
The interior environment of Luohan Zen Monastery is very complex, with sutra halls, pagodas, monks' residences... but the shrew seemed to have entered his own home. No one noticed him along the way.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two came to an orchard.
Before I even got close, I could smell the strong fragrance. Above the orchard, there is a faintly brilliant Buddhist light and Sanskrit words emerging. If there is an invasion by foreign enemies, they will immediately be counterattacked by Buddhist restrictions.
"Little loach, grab my tail." The shrew stuck its butt out, and a small tail that looked like bean sprouts was exposed.
Qiu Ping was a little disgusted, but he still pinched the other party's tail with his fingers.
"Hey, let's go in and pick fruits." After Qiu Ping grabbed his tail, the shrew rushed forward and turned into a shadow together with Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping only felt that his body was slightly stagnant, and then as if he had passed through a layer of bubbles, he instantly passed through the barrier of the Buddha's light and entered the orchard.
There are dozens of fruit trees growing in the garden. The fruit trees are full of heavy, golden chayote. A small part of them are ripe and exuding a rich fragrance.
It was as if the woman had become mature, exuding a seductive smell.
The shrew's mouth drooled when he saw it, with a lewd smile on his face. He climbed up a fruit tree in a few steps, hugged a whole ripe chayote and swallowed it.
Qiu Ping also moved his index finger at this moment, climbed up the nearest fruit tree in a few steps, sat on the branch, hugged the chayote and started eating.
"Crack, click, click."
"Bah, bah, bah."
In the quiet orchard, there were two more big mice, and they were eating heartily.
The most disgusting thing is that one of the black mice has its own scale space, which he can eat and take away. But in the blink of an eye, the originally golden orchard has become like a dog chewing, with broken branches and leaves everywhere.
There are even two clear incisor marks on the trunk of the fruit tree.
"Hiccup... I'm too full." The shrew lay on his back on the ground, his stomach as full as a hill, and he almost burped and was about to vomit out all he had just eaten.
Qiu Ping was much more rational than him. He only ate three chayote, and the others were put into the scale space. He could eat them later and digest them slowly to avoid waste.
So even though the shrews ate a lot, Qiu Ping actually took away most of the food in the orchard.
