different paths

Jia Wujue went to the craftsman's office again, and learned that Mr. Wang's apprentice was Zhao Ming, who had just returned from the capital a few days ago, and was currently working in an official kiln on the outskirts of Yuncheng.He woke Yan Qixiang out of sleep early in the morning, and wanted to drag him to the outskirts of the city.

"What's the hurry?" Yan Qixiang was so urged that he had no choice but to get dressed while walking. He hopped on one foot and put on his cloud boots. "Since that man is working for the court, he won't leave for a while."

"He can wait, but you can't wait." Jia Wu gave him a bully look, "I'm afraid that in a few days, not only Xiaozhou Prefecture, but also your name, Yan Qixiang, will be on the bulletin boards all over the country."

Yan Qixiang was very single and said: "It's just a name, as long as I don't put my face on it, it's easy to say anything."

Jia Wujue snorted: "How could it be so simple as you think? Today he dares to pick flowers in your name, and tomorrow he may kill people in your name. When that happens, what will you do?"

Yan Qixiang shrugged, showing an expression of resignation.

"Should I say you have a big heart, or a brainless one?"

"Life is already bitter enough. If you think about it and chew it over and over again, wouldn't it be more bitter?" Yan Qixiang patted the handle of the fan in his palm, and followed Jia Wujue downstairs.

The vernal equinox in the early morning was very quiet, and all the women who were extremely beautiful all night washed off their lead, closed the door of the embroidery room, and fell asleep with the faint morning light.There is only one thin little girl left in the hall, just in case.She was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. When she heard the movement, she raised her head in a daze, before she opened her eyes, she said: "What's your order?"

"Excuse me, has anyone been to the station in the city?" Jia Wuju asked.

Upon hearing this, the little girl quickly rubbed her eyes, groped around for a while, and finally found a piece of paper.She looked at Jia Wuhai: "The guest officer's surname is Jia?"

After Jia Wujue responded, she carefully handed the note to Jia Wujue: "The people at the post station delivered it in the middle of the night yesterday, and specially ordered to hand it over to the guest officer."

Jia Wujue unfolded it and found that the government's assistant had performed an autopsy on Mr. Wang's body overnight, and the result was consistent with Dr. Li's judgment.Wu Zuo didn't find any symptoms of poisoning, and if he wanted to investigate further, he might need to open his mouth.However, it is disrespectful for the deceased to speak up, and the consent of the family is required.Mr. Wang's children don't live in Yuncheng, so it may take at least two days to pass the news.

Yan Qixiang already knew what happened yesterday from Jia Wuchai, and after seeing the note, she said, "Maybe Mr. Wang really suffered from an incurable disease, and it just happened yesterday that he passed away suddenly."

Jia Wujue tucked the note into his pocket: "It would be great if it were really that simple."

The two hurriedly walked across the street, passing Wangchao Building, the front door was empty, neither the peddler nor the diner had woken up from sleep, only the old man in shabby clothes was leaning on the pillar and singing the same song.

"What a strange old man." Yan Qixiang looked at the old man with interest and said.

"please wait a moment."

As Jia Wujue said, he walked into the restaurant, aroused the sleepy-eyed Xiao Er, and asked him to help warm the pot of wine and give it to the old man outside the door.Yan Qixiang heard his confession, and said unexpectedly: "I didn't expect that you are still a kind-hearted person."

"Because I'm always shy in my pocket, I never donated a single penny." Jia Wu deceived, "It's not easy to get some money from Hao Youcai, and this is how I have capital."

While the two were talking, there was wind under their feet, and they quickly walked out of the city.Xiao Er put the warm wine in front of the old man outside the Wangchao Building, the old man still didn't lift his head, and sang to himself.

The morning sun is shining, and the morning breeze is Yiyi.The sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the empty mountains are silent.

The official kiln was said to be on the outskirts of the city, and Jia Wujue and the two walked for about half an hour, but they still didn't see the shadow of the kiln.Fortunately, at the turn of spring and summer, the land is full of shade, and the roads become spring. The scenery between the mountains and the fields is extremely pleasant.While admiring the scenery along the way, the two moved forward, and without knowing it, they went deep into the valley.At this time, I only heard the sound of the water echoing in the empty mountain. When I looked up, there was a mountain spring like a silver dragon hanging on the mountain stream more than [-] zhang deep in front of me.The spring water flows down from the top of the mountain and hits the jagged and strange rocks. For a while, the water drops are splashed and the waves are swaying, which harmonizes with the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, which is very clear and strong.

Where the mountain spring falls, the clear river like a jade belt flows slowly, and a wooden bridge spans it, which looks more and more simple in the misty water mist.Just when Jia Wujue and the two stopped to watch the waterfall, a shadowy figure slowly walked through the water mist. He walked barefoot in the water vapor everywhere, but his clothes were not stained with water.

"Someone is coming." Jia Wujue noticed the figure in the distance, "I see that there are many forks in the mountain, so you might as well ask him how to get to the official kiln."

"That's exactly what I mean." Yan Qixiang nodded with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the man had already approached, and the two of them noticed something special about him——

Dressed in black, with bald head and bare feet, he is like a young monk with delicate features.

"Good little master—" Jia Wujue blurted out.

Shanzai stopped in front of the two, and fixed his clear eyes on Jia Wuhai: "Amitabha, does the donor know the poor monk?"

Jia Wujue hurriedly pointed to his nose: "It's me, Jia Wuhuo, a disciple of Qianmianmen." Seeing that Shanzai was still looking thoughtful, he added, "I'm with your little uncle, I paid back Zhang Tailiu's money for you, remember?"

When Shanzai heard this, he suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Master Jia. I haven't seen him for many days. Master Jia's disguise technique has become more and more refined."

When Jia Wujue heard this, he touched his real face, dumbfounded, and asked, "Shanzai, why did little master come here?"

"The poor monk, in the name of the head of the sect, wants to go to the Northern Sect to meet Master Tianjing. Passing by here, I heard that the Chuiyun Temple has been very popular recently, and it is famous far and wide. Countless believers have come from all over the Xiaozhou Prefecture. The poor monk has some Out of curiosity, I placed an order there."

"So, the Chuiyun Temple is located in this mountain?" Jia Wujue asked.

"Exactly."

"I heard that the official kiln is also nearby, does little master know how to get there?" Yan Qixiang looked at Shanzai with a smile and asked.

Facing his tender eyes, Shanzai was startled, and quickly lowered his eyelids and stammered: "The official kiln was built behind the Chuiyun Temple, because there are many craftsmen who have lived there for many years, and now they have gathered into a village."

Upon hearing this, Jia Wuchai clapped his hands together, "That's just right, we can also see the famous Chuiyun Temple when we go to the official kiln." He said, he asked Shanzai, "Dare to ask Shanzai, little master, what about that Chuiyun Temple?" What is so extraordinary about the temple that it attracts so many people to pay homage to it?"

"This--" Shanzai seemed a little hard to say, he twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand, and stammered, "It's hard to explain, poor monk, let's take the two of you to have a look first."

"It's so good." Yan Qixiang opened the folding fan with a "wow", and walked forward very contentedly with one hand behind his back, as if he really came here to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Along the way, Shanzai briefly introduced the Xiangshuiyun Temple to Jia Wuyu and the two of them.It turned out that after Jinshang ascended the throne, the Zen style was greatly promoted, and the elders of Deshan, Linji, Yunmen, Zhaozhou and other sects were the leaders.Chuiyun Temple was influenced by Zhaozhou Zongshi because it came from the same source as Zhaozhou Zongshi, and it followed the Zhaozhou Zong style.As the saying goes, "Deshan stick, Linji drink, Yunmen cake, Zhaozhou tea", it means that each school of Zen teaches different ways of teaching luck.Deshan sect beats the wind and rain with a white stick, beats the people all over the world, curses the Buddha and the ancestors, and induces people to enlightenment.Linjizong yelled and reprimanded him angrily, just like a general, who can break and stand, can kill and live.Compared with these two sects, Yunmen sect and Zhaozhou sect are much gentler.Yunmen used Hubing as a comparison to teach everyone, while Zhaozhou only invited him to drink tea when faced with delusional and persistent questioners.

Because of this tepid Zen style, the reputation of Chuiyun Temple has always been tepid. Until recently, Chuiyun Temple suddenly changed its previous style and became free-flowing, economical and dangerous, showing the opportunity of life and death. .Such arrogance and detachment attracted countless famous people to come here, just to argue with the Zen master in the temple and see his majestic demeanor.

It’s no wonder that the little master Shanzai couldn’t explain it all, Jia Wujue came to the gate of Chuiyun Temple, and was startled when he saw the colorful sedan chairs that were packed full——

He expected that there would be many pilgrims in the temple, but he didn't expect that women's relatives accounted for most of them.

In front of the temple gate, there are fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, and the sound of warblers and swallows. There are young women chirping together, and there are also young women with high buns talking softly, covering their mouths and laughing lightly, and there are even white-haired old women in costumes. , with the help of the maid, tremblingly walked towards the temple.

"This..." Jia Wuhu opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.

Yan Qixiang looked at this scene, and smiled: "I don't know which Zen master in the temple can provoke a lot of people, I'm really jealous."

When Shanzai heard his words, he coughed lightly with embarrassment, but didn't make a sound.

At this moment, a weeping young woman suddenly walked out of the temple. She was out of breath from crying, and the two governor monks followed her at a loss, neither retreating nor advancing.

"It's a girl from the Jin family who came out." Someone said delicately, and the girls waiting at the door surrounded her with a whoosh, asking the crying girl incessantly.

"Sister of the Jin family, have you seen the Zen master this time?"

"See, I saw it..." Miss Jin family sobbed.

"Jin's sister is just lucky. I have been here so many times, and I have only seen Zen Master from a distance at the Dharma conference." A woman said sourly.

"Yes, I have never talked with Chan Master Qing alone. Jin's sister, what did Zen Master tell you?"

It's okay if you don't ask these words, but when you say it, it seems to touch the pain of Miss Jin's family, she suddenly burst into tears, and the turbulent tears washed away the powder on her face, leaving two very obvious marks.

"Did the Zen master ignore you?" Someone guessed.

Miss Jin shook her head.

"Since I've talked to you, there's no need to cry." Someone said angrily, "We haven't talked to Zen Master yet."

The Miss Jin family finally couldn't hold back amidst the jealousy, she said angrily and annoyed: "He, he wants to hit me!"

"What?" Someone took a breath in surprise, "How could Zen Master be so unreasonable?"

The Miss Jin family didn't speak anymore, she covered her face crying and left, leaving only a group of women who looked at each other full of doubts.

"Zen Master really knows how to beat people?"

"No way, Zen Master Fengshen is handsome, how could he do such degrading things..."

The people present were unwilling to believe Miss Jin's words, and tried their best to defend the Chan Master.

Jia Wuchai laughed and said, "I don't know what kind of skill that Zen master has. He can coax these women into confusion." As he spoke, he bumped Yan Qixiang's arm and joked, "Yan Brother, I think you have met your opponent this time."

"Master Jia, it's actually not..."

Shanzai was about to explain, but when he glanced at the gate of the temple, there was a sudden pause, and the noisy crowd stopped and stopped making a sound.Jia Wukai sensed that something was wrong, and glanced towards the gate of the temple, his whole body froze——

A man dressed in moon white robes walked out of the temple with a wooden stick in his hand. His brows were high, his nose was sharply cut, and his face was like jade without any trace of human fireworks.The cold eyes swept away, and said unceremoniously to the crowd: "Buddhism is pure, how can you wait for the noise!"

——Yue Chentan.