Ning Gu

On the second floor of Jingge, there are two masters and apprentices.

"Here, you have been here before." The abbot master looked at Xie Wuling's dodging eyes, and then he said this firmly.

"Master..."

"It doesn't matter, it's all destined." The abbot walked through the bookshelf, walked to the window lattice, lifted the curtain, and pulled the hanging bird pendant.

There was a gap in the wall behind the mattress at that moment, like two doors, which slowly opened wide.The abbot looked back at the young man who had passed away in a daze.

"Here is Zhaoxing."

Xie Wuling followed the steps of the abbot master in a daze, the dark room was illuminated by the candlestick brought in by the abbot, he looked around, there were many manuscripts around.Some of them have turned yellow, presumably because of their age.

Xie Wuling's eyes brightened slightly, as if he had discovered a new continent.However, his brows furrowed in an instant.

"This... Gaozu established the Central Plains, and his minister begged for the bones. He returned to his hometown, chose Xianshan, built a temple, and was named Zhaoxing. Isn't this the reason for Zhaoxing?"

"Master Xiang built Zhaoxing, but he didn't mean it."

"That's...Gaozu's, what do you mean?"

The abbot nodded his head in response, but did not say clearly: "Master Hou has accepted his apprentice, and his apprentice is named Liu Chen."

"Liu Chen? That's not going to court..." Xie Wuling paused, swallowed the word "sage" and added, "That person's counselor?"

"Exactly, and also your ancestor."

"what?"

The abbot looked somber, ignored his question, and continued: "Although Liu Chen died young, he still took in two apprentices. One is the current Prime Minister Wang, and the other is..."

"One is the young gentleman of Xie Mansion in Gusu, that is..." Xie Wuling swiped his hand in the air, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, "that is the master."

There is no doubt in the words, but certainty.Over the past decade or so, most of the master's friends were from Suyang Erzhou. He had also heard some legendary stories about the twins around him before he became the throne from the storytellers in Yangzhou teahouses intermittently.

The disappearance of human lives between the two of them raised their hands and overturned is part of the legend of the two of them. After today's ascension to the throne, everyone thought that the two of them would occupy the positions of the left and right prime ministers, but the young master of the Xie family disappeared in that year. In the eyes of everyone, there was no news.Only then did the storyteller push the young master of the Xie family to the altar, saying that he was an immortal who came down from the sky to help the present saint win the throne.

But they didn't know that the fairy shaved his head and returned to the mountain after that, put on a cassock, traveled around, and hung a pot to help the world.

It wasn't until Wang Shuo, the eldest son of the Wang family, came to worship, and took in a little beggar on the way, and brought Zhaoxing back, and then he became his abbot of Zhaoxing.

It's just a few words, but it's half of that person's life.

"This letter is left by the ancestors of these generations. The power of the emperor has always been attractive. If you use it well, it will make Haiyan and Heqing. If you don't use it well, the water will become hot."

"So, why did Master say to listen to Xiao Ling'er? Xiao Ling'er only wants to go to Fufeng City to pick flowers and come back, and doesn't want to enter the temple."

The abbot only smiled, with a bit of reluctance in his smile, as if he had foreseen the parting, and shook his head: "Flowers of Fufeng..." He raised his hand and touched Xie Wuling's head again, "You Ah, in the past ten years, the teacher is most worried about you, or you."

Xie Wuling was brought up under the guidance of a scholar from the audience, maybe he didn’t know it, but these things were subtly instilled in him when he communicated with the abbot’s friends; He has seen all kinds of people, and he has heard a lot about those strange people's hearts; but his temperament still has kindness to this world.

What the abbot likes most is his kindness, and what he fears most is also his kindness, fearing that it will turn into a woman's benevolence in the future.

And on the top of the treacherous temple, even a little bit of benevolence of a woman will only ruin herself.

This truth, the abbot had seen too much in that court hall.

"Master..." Xie Wuling looked at the abbot without knowing why, but he couldn't see what was in his heart, and he didn't know that the abbot was thinking so much.

With a bit of joy in his brows, he asked, "Does that mean who Zhaoxing's people choose will ascend to the throne?"

"Do you think your ability is enough?" the abbot lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

"Not enough..." Xie Wuling's eyebrows drooped.He could be full of arrogance in front of countless people, but he was defeated in front of his master and senior brothers alone.

The unfathomable feeling they give people when their eyes are dark is always frightening.

The abbot led him out of the dark room, the sun shone on the abbot's brows, as if driving away the gloom, he asked, "Xiao Ling'er has a grandson he wants to choose?"

"If you really want Xiaoling'er to enter the temple, Xiaoling'er wants to choose..." Xie Wuling bit his lip, thought for a while, only to find that he didn't know anyone else except Zhao Congshan and Yong Guogong.

The abbot stared sideways at him, as if waiting for his answer.

He considered the two of them, and felt that Zhao Zuo was stronger in every aspect.He stepped across the mattress in two or three steps, borrowed the Hu pen from the case, and wrote the word "Zuo" on the rice paper.Then he looked up at the abbot.

The abbot picked up the rice paper on the case, folded it carefully, and put it in his sleeve.

"But he can't take you into Fufeng."

"Why?"

"His mother and concubine have passed away, and he was raised under the name of Concubine Zhen. Even though he went out of the palace to build a mansion, he still has no fiefdom. You can think about the rest. As for the intricacies of the capital and other involvements, most of them are contained in this dark room. You will stay here for the next three days. Three days later, the poor monk will have a game of chess with Duke Yong, if you can catch it, come and watch."

"Three days?" Xie Wuling looked back at the letters in the room, startled.

"You can recite "Nanhua", but you can't finish reading these manuscripts?"

Xie Wuling fell silent, and he didn't know if he could finish it.

"If you can't finish reading, the person you want will never sit in that seat in this life." The abbot's voice sank again, and after finishing this sentence coldly, he walked away quickly.

Xie Wuling watched the abbot leave, the summer wind made the bamboo curtains sway, and the light and shadow falling on the rice paper were somewhat mottled.He got up and walked back to the dark room, took out a stack of yellowed pages, and carefully flipped through them.

When the abbot left the Sutra Pavilion and returned to his meditation room, he unfolded the piece of rice paper under his sleeve on the case, added three characters "Ke Chengye" under it, folded it and put it away in the envelope.

Then let the novice outside the door send it out of the mountain temple, and send it to the depths of Fufeng City, where the flowers are so charming.