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Changqiu Temple, located on Jue Mountain in the western suburb of Linshang Town, was once a well-known local temple many years ago.

Changqiu Temple was originally built by the eunuch who was in charge of harem affairs next to the first emperor. On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, incense is at its peak.After the first Emperor Bintian, the eunuch was ordered to be executed by Emperor Mingde who listened to the slander, and Changqiu Temple was left in the cold.Even after so many years, the incense has not been broken, but it will be difficult to restore the former heyday.

Today, the abbot of Changqiu Temple is named Minghui, and he is willing to do good deeds. The only problem is probably that he has eye problems since he was a child. When he was [-] years old, his eyes were no longer able to see the people in front of him clearly.

Because of this, most of the general affairs of Changqiu Temple are handed over to a few disciples, and Minghui only occasionally appears in front of people.

Ever since the official road at the foot of the mountain became idle, there have been fewer tourists staying in Changqiu Temple.That group of people were vicious at night, although they said with certainty that there were servants who fled into the mountains, maybe hid in the temple, but Minghui could only vaguely see a figure, who looked like a little lady from a distance, and immediately thought that this group of people was Human traffickers concealed the fact that there were foreign visitors.

"male?"

Knowing that the "little lady" is not a little lady, but a thin young man, Minghui narrowed her eyes and took a closer look.

Chu Heng backed away slightly, his injured ankle couldn't hold on for too long, so he had to endure it: "Thank you, Master, for your help tonight."

Minghui finally saw the person clearly, put his palms together calmly and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what happened to the benefactor, so that he ended up in such a predicament?"

Chu Heng talked about what happened on the boat, and mentioned the fir coffin. The two young monks who stayed by the side were terrified, and hid behind Minghui in fright.

"Dayue family?"

"Yes, when Chu saw that group of people, who were physically strong and not like ordinary Hu merchants, he had doubts in his heart. Later, when he was calling for their master's pulse on the boat, he took the opportunity to look at the palms. The man's fingertips, tiger's mouth There are thick calluses everywhere, it should be someone who is used to using bows, crossbows and swords."

Minghui focused.Although he has bad eyesight, it is not difficult to distinguish the evil spirits from the group of people outside the temple gate just now.Although Changqiu Temple is far away from the Dayan Border Pass, Minghui is not the kind of monk who keeps his ears to the outside world. Naturally, he also knows that the countries outside the pass have been eyeing Dayan since Emperor Mingde ascended the throne.

In particular, the Dayue clan, who has always conquered east and west, is even more ambitious.

"Master," Chu Heng moved his wrist. There is no good flesh on his body, and there are people from the Dayue clan waiting at the foot of the mountain. It is convenient in the temple, can you..."

"of course can!"

Before Minghui could speak, the two young novice monks jumped out from behind him impatiently, stood in front of Chu Heng on one left and one on the right, saluting decently: "Mr. Lang is injured, why not stay in the temple to recuperate for a few days. It’s not too late to go down the mountain after the injury is healed.”

After finishing speaking, it was you who pushed me and I pushed you again. In the end, one person was pushed out, coughed twice, and sneakily said: "Since Mr. Lang is good at medicine, I wonder if I can take a look for the host. The host's eye disease is getting worse."

Chu Heng was naturally willing, and then nodded.

The two little novice monks were so happy that they almost jumped up excitedly, when they suddenly heard "Amitabha Buddha" from behind them, they clasped their hands respectfully, closed their eyes and saluted.

Minghui turned around, and the little novice followed up. After taking two steps away, they couldn't help turning their heads together, and waved gratefully at Chu Heng.

Chu Heng stayed in Changqiu Temple that night.

After staying here, I really found that Changqiu Temple was very deserted compared to other temples.There are only a few faithful men and women who come to the temple every day, and most of them are elderly people.Occasionally there is a young lady named Xiao Langjun, most of whom come with the elders in the family.

Apart from morning classes, the monks in the temple are busy growing vegetables in the mountains to make a living.

As a weak scholar with injuries on his face, body, and feet, the only thing Chu Heng can do in the temple is to heal Minghui's eye disease while recuperating.

Minghui's eye disease was not serious at the beginning, but as he grew older and studied various Buddhist scriptures all year round, the eye disease aggravated over time.

Chu Heng prepared medicine for him, and after several nights of acupuncture, he finally lifted part of the veil in front of his eyes.Now Minghui can vaguely recognize the identity of the disciple beside him without relying on listening.The big and small monks in the temple were very happy. Occasionally seeing Chu Heng wandering around in the temple, they would put their palms together and salute very respectfully.

The two young novice monks were even more straightforward, they delivered fast food for several days in a row, they just squatted in front of Chu Heng's room after morning class and snow sweeping, busy serving tea and water , for fear of delaying treatment.

Chu Heng ate vegetarian food for a few days, counted the days, and suddenly realized that it was already thirty.

Looking at the great monk who was sitting in front of him with a silver needle on his forehead, but could talk with his eyes closed, Chu Heng couldn't help breaking the silence in the meditation room.

"How do you celebrate the New Year in the temple?"

"Nod your head for incense, do morning classes, sweep the snow, and eat vegetarian food."

Chu Heng remained silent, looked sideways at the half-burned incense, raised his hand and dropped the last stick, got up and took off the silver needles on Minghui's head one by one.

Minghui slowly opened his eyes: "If Sanlang finds it boring, you might as well go to the pagoda in the temple to listen to the wind and watch the snow, maybe it will be another fun."

The Buddha Pagoda mentioned by Minghui is a three-story pagoda in Changqiu Temple.The Jinpan Lingsha on the top of the tower is particularly eye-catching in the sun.In addition, the weather was so cold recently that people dared not take a step outside. Chu Heng heard Minghui mention it, and then walked out of the meditation room, breathed out, and went to the front of the pagoda.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, in the Changqiu Temple, where there was no more incense than usual, under the solemn pagoda, Chu Heng's nose was flushed by the wind, and he couldn't help but sneezed a lot.

"Why did I come here to drink the northwest wind?"

Looking at the silver-clad pagoda, Chu Heng sniffled.

In the past few days, he often thought of Wuwei who was left on the boat. The child was young, and he encountered so many things as soon as he came out with him. He wondered if he would go back to Yangzhou crying all the time.

Fortunately, there is Shao A Niu who can protect the child to some extent.

It's just... I don't know what's going on now, did Lu Ting receive that secret letter?

While sighing, a strong wind blows, and the plum grove deep in Changqiu Temple blows a cold fragrance.Chu Heng gathered his clothes, stomped his feet that were almost frozen, and turned around to go back to the Zen room to lie down.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind came from behind him, Chu Heng turned around intently, with a flick of a finger, a silver needle brushed against the visitor's cheek, bringing out a tiny bloodstain.Beads of blood oozed out instantly.

The person who came raised his hand, and a trace of red was wiped across his fingertips.

"It's you?" Seeing who was coming, Chu Heng immediately opened his eyes wide, and the silver needle left between his fingers was stuffed back into his waist, "Why are you here?"

Lu Ting frowned slightly, looked at Chu Heng who was obviously thinner in front of him, stretched out his hand to untie his cloak, and covered him directly.

"After receiving your letter, I was worried and rushed over. I met Wuwei on the road and found out that something happened to you."

"I was put into a coffin and taken away from the pier. Since those people were able to sneak into Yandu, they probably had some means. How could you find me..."

"I went to the local government and searched carefully within a hundred miles. When I learned that a group of barbarians pulled a coffin out of the city, I knew there was something strange in it."

According to the funeral customs of the Hu people, when a person dies, he is cremated.

Even if he died in a foreign land, he would never travel long distances back to his hometown with a rotten and smelly corpse.Because this is nothing less than humiliation to the deceased.

Lu Ting has been in Guiyan City all year round and has been in contact with other countries outside the Great Wall. He has come into contact with many Hu people, and they all treat the dead with this courtesy.Therefore, the Hu people's caravan carrying the body of the so-called master's favorite concubine back to the hometown for burial, nine out of ten, was hiding the kidnapped Chu Heng.

"Later, when I found the nearby area, I heard that the coffin of the barbarian caravan had stolen the corpse. The barbarians searched all over the mountains for a few days, wandering around the foot of the mountain. I think you have fled into the mountain and found a safe place."

Lu Ting raised his hand, tied the cloak on Chu Heng, rubbed the corners of his slightly bruised mouth with calloused fingertips, and lowered his head to kiss: "I was in the mountains and saw the broken white jade flute. Also, The tassel knot I gave you."

God knows how terrified Lu Ting was when he saw the broken flute in the weeds and the tassel knot that was trampled by messy footprints and lost its original shape.

There are few people in this mountain, and Chu Heng fled into the mountain at night, in case he stepped on the cliff...

Fortunately, people are fine, still alive, and living well.

Lu Ting stopped talking, his dark blue eyes were heavy.

Chu Heng grabbed his hand, kissed his lips back twice, and said, "Make me another tassel knot, and I'll hang it around my waist later."

Lu Ting silently hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go.

Chu Heng pushed Lu Ting, but seeing that he couldn't push it away, he had to look around and reach out to hug him back.

"Pity."

The mandarin with a correct accent suddenly broke the warmth under the Futu Pagoda, Chu Heng had already been protected by Lu Ting behind him in a daze, and a tall man in fox fur came from behind an inscription not far away.

Some snow fell on his shoulders, and the man raised his hand and lightly lifted a load, and Xu Soujian was close in front of his eyes.

"It's a pity. I originally thought about marrying this man with two surnames, and told him about my family sister. I didn't expect that this good young man is already under your control, General Lu."

The person said "it's a pity", but his expression was indifferent, and there was no regret.

Chu Heng's complexion changed slightly: "Your Excellency, please, knock Chu unconscious, put him in a coffin and take him away?"

The man in fox fur was noncommittal, he coughed twice, raised his eyes and said, "So what, it's just a bit of effort. It's a pity that Lang Jun found a chance to escape."

"If I don't leave, I'm afraid that after leaving the customs, there will only be a skeleton that has crawled through the corpse."

After Chu Heng finished speaking, the man suddenly laughed and looked at him with a little regret: "Actually, you are very smart. I have investigated you. The bastard of the Chu family in Yangzhou who was divided has a smart head, but unexpectedly After a serious illness, he shrank into a corner. With your head and your medical skills, He Chou left Dayan, and there was no use for him. Rather than staying here and being ruled by a fatuous and incompetent emperor, it would be better to follow I'm going beyond the Great Wall. The sky is high and the earth is wide, freedom..."

"Helian Hun."

Lu Ting spoke suddenly and interrupted the man's words.

"As the son of Prince Heliantuo, Hulun King of the Dayue Clan, he has assisted the eldest prince for many years in the name of a counselor, and now sneaking into Dayan, I'm afraid it's not just for the simple purpose of taking him away."

"What exactly is your purpose?"