I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

After this small episode, Bai Zhi and Meng Ying arrived in Jizhou.

Bai Zhi originally thought she would stay in a hotel or a high-ranking official's house, but she didn't expect that Meng Ying had arranged for most of the troops to be stationed on the spot, but instead drove to a mountain and settled in a temple.

Lianshan Temple.

It is a temple of not too big a scale, built on a mountain, and the mountain is full of pine trees. In this early winter, except for the winding path up the mountain, the rest of the temple is covered with thick yellow pine needles.

Bai Zhi always felt that she could see the evaporating water vapor from the wet pine needles on the ground, which was a bit dreamy.

On the path up the mountain, many young monks were cleaning diligently. When they saw someone coming, they stepped aside and saluted, "The road up the mountain is slippery, please be careful, donor."

I don’t know if I have been looking at Meng Ying for a long time. The little bald heads look like Bai Zhi’s eyes.

"They are too cute!" Bai Zhi exclaimed.

Meng Ying walked slowly behind, looking at Bai Zhi's excitement, she smiled warmly.

"Is this the temple where the prince used to stay?" Bai Zhi must have heard of it.

"Yes, when I was thirteen, my mother-in-law was framed and fled out of the capital. She became a monk here." Meng Ying said calmly, but there were strong emotions in her eyes.

Bai Zhi could feel his depression, so she naturally held his arm and said, "You can definitely pick up a lot of mushrooms on this mountain!"

When Meng Ying heard this, she was stunned and even stopped in her tracks.

This action confused Bai Zhi. After thinking about what words she said, there was only one mushroom.

When I was thinking about how to solve the problem, several monks came forward. The leader was an old man with a stooped figure and long eyebrows and beard. Because he was too old, his frame could no longer support his body, and his back was high. One piece, the neck stretched forward unconsciously, the teeth seemed to have fallen out, the entire lip was criss-crossed with ravines, and was completely deflated. He looked at least eighty years old.

When Meng Ying saw the person, he hurriedly greeted him. He bent down and bowed to the old monk, "Meng Ying is here to see the abbot master. Meng Ying is a prince today, so it is inconvenient for her to kneel down and bow to the master, so I would like to ask the master abbot Haihan."

Bai Zhi also bowed and saluted along with Meng Ying.

The old monk laughed when he heard this, "Your Majesty, you're welcome."

The host's voice was a little shaky and slow, with a sense of vicissitudes of life, and because he had no teeth, it was a little unclear, but it was endlessly kind and gentle.

His gaze under his long eyebrows glanced at Bai Zhi, and he immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Hohohoho, is this the princess?"

Meng Ying waved to Bai Zhi, and Bai Zhi stepped forward in two steps, bowed and saluted, "Bai Zhi has met the abbot master."

The old monk laughed heartily again. His skinny hands slowly reached into his chest and he took out something with difficulty.

Everyone looked at him quietly, and Bai Zhi also stared quietly, waiting for the old monk to move slowly.

After a long time, the old monk took out something wrapped in oil paper, spread it on his trembling palms, and then said to Bai Zhi with a vague smile, "Girl, this is what I made myself~ pine nut candy, Princess ~Don’t be disgusted.”

I took a breather at least three times in one sentence.

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out her hands to catch it, "Why would you dislike it? Thank you, master host."

When Bai Zhi took it, Bai Zhi wanted to put it away and go back to eat, but the old monk continued, "Try it."

She looked at Meng Ying with some confusion, and Meng Ying smiled at him and motioned for her to eat.

Bai Zhi nodded slightly, and peeled away the oil paper layer by layer. The golden pine nut candy was revealed in front of her eyes. Bai Zhi held a small piece in her mouth with anticipation.

Oh my god! So salty!

It was like a lump of salt. It was so irritating that Bai Zhi's eyes turned red and she blinked twice.

"Is it sweet?" the old monk asked, stretching his neck.

Bai Zhi suppressed her expression and maintained a bright smile. She just slapped her eyelashes a few times uncontrollably, "Sweet! So sweet!"

The old monk laughed loudly again, "As long as it's sweet! Eat more if it's sweet!"

Bai Zhi nodded quickly, twisted another piece and was about to put it into her mouth, but Meng Ying took the candy from Bai Zhi's hand and said with a smile, "Give me a taste."

Before she finished speaking, Meng Ying took a whole piece into her mouth without changing her expression, "Well, it still tastes the same as before!"

The old monk smiled even more happily!

After a while of greetings, everyone helped the old abbot into the temple to rest, with Bai Zhi and Meng Ying following behind.

A young monk came up and said, "Senior Brother Yuanchen, oh, no, Your Majesty! Did Master turn sugar into salt again today?"

Meng Ying shook her head and smiled, indicating her acquiescence, "Just call me Senior Brother Yuanchen."

A few more little guys with bald heads came up and said, "I guess it must be salt today! I win!"

"Hey! As a monk, don't worry about winning or losing in a lawsuit!"

"Senior brother, you are so cruel!"

Meng Ying watched them quarreling and asked the monk who was walking beside him, "Does the host often make mistakes?"

"I only started it last year. I'm finally getting old and my eyesight is dazzled."

Meng Ying sighed slightly.

The temple gave Bai Zhi and the others two clean rooms, one for each person.

After Bai Zhi took a short rest, she felt bored and went to Meng Ying's room. He was meditating and chanting sutras, like a real monk.

Bai Zhi did not disturb him, but instead walked around the house. This house was strange, with many children's toys in it.

There are several strange wooden dolls with two eyes and one nose, but the eyes are carved up and down, and some are sideways and upside down. In short, they are indescribably weird.

There was a desk with strange characters engraved on it. They looked like characters but didn't look like them, more like radicals. Some were horizontal and slanted, and Bai Zhi couldn't understand them at all. Bai Zhi turned around and looked, not only on the table, but also on the wall. There are also many flowers, mushrooms and the like engraved on them, like random doodles by children.

"Gan, Wang, Shan, Ying, Zi? What the hell?" Bai Zhi tried hard to identify in confusion.

"Is the princess still feeling bitter?" Meng Ying suddenly made a voice, which made Bai Zhi tremble.

"Scared me to death!" Bai Zhi stroked her chest.

Meng Ying chuckled, stood up from the futon, poured a cup of tea for Bai Zhi and handed it to her hand, "Drink more."

Bai Zhi took it, took two gulps, and then pointed at the table and asked, "What are these words? It's so strange, I don't recognize any of them!"

Hearing this, a hint of loneliness flashed across Meng Ying's eyes. He suddenly hugged Bai Zhi from behind, his arms wrapped around Bai Zhi's waist, and his chin drooped on Bai Zhi's shoulder, making Bai Zhi confused for a moment.

Meng Ying gently took Bai Zhi's hand, and used Bai Zhi's fingers to stroke the words on the table. As she continued to draw, Bai Zhi found that these words, which were like a heavenly book, were connected according to a certain order, and they were connected into several numbers. word.

"Meng...Ying, Meng Jin?"

Meng Ying groaned on her shoulder.

"Is this where Jin'er lived back then?" Bai Zhi was shocked.

"Yes."

Bai Zhi's throat was a little tight, so she turned around, hugged Meng Ying, and patted his back.

"Tell me what Jin'er said, okay?" Bai Zhi said softly.

Meng Ying bit her lip and lowered her eyes, "Okay."