Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

Drizzle, one after another.

Pedestrian, broken soul.

Where is the restaurant?

Shepherd boy, pointing away.

——Xinghua Village

April, Qingming.

Drepung Monastery

The hundred-year-old temple, the royal holy place, occupies a vast area, the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, all appear, not polluted by the world, not involved in the world, all outside the world of mortals, but also in the world.

The towering ancient temple, with dull bells and white smoke curling up in the ancient temple shaded by mountains and trees, adds a sense of tranquility, peace and tranquility to the ancient temple.Looking from the mountain, there are many tourists, traffic, and pedestrians. The stone steps are full of devout believers, bowing at each step, kowtowing at each step, devout at each step, and life at each step.

Zhao Yifeng and Jiang Yushu came here to pray because they were going to leave the palace to open a mansion. They asked the Buddha to bless the state affairs, and they also burned incense and kowtowed to their ancestors as a way of expressing their hearts.What I think in my heart is also to hope that the ancestors will know underground, protect the prosperity of the country, and the harmony of the family and the country.

People always love to pin their vain hopes on things that no longer exist, just for peace of mind.

Zhao Yifeng took the incense and bowed three times in front of the Buddha.

Walking from a distance came an old man with a fairy spirit, a gray beard, a kind smile, and a calmness that foresaw the secret.Seeing the old man approaching him, Zhao Yifeng took the incense and said, "Benefactor, thank you."

In Zhao Yifeng's memory, he only knew the old abbot of Drepung Monastery, and he had never seen him before, so he couldn't help being curious. The old man seemed to have expected it, stroked his gray beard, and told him kindly: "Old monk, I have been waiting for a long time. I watched the stars yesterday. , is expected, here waiting for the benefactor."

Zhao Yifeng was dressed in a dark black dress, which made people cold and stern, his eyes were shining, everything he passed seemed to be ashes, his sword eyebrows were deep, and his outline was firm and straight.

With a calm demeanor, he nodded slightly as a response.

Chen Yuan smiled.Following Zhao Yifeng's gaze, he saw the man staring straight at the high-end sitting meditation and smiling compassionate Buddha.

Chen Yuan is kind, seeing that his eyebrows are not like ordinary people, and looking at his clothes, he immediately understands, so he is curious.

"The benefactor, are you a Buddhist believer?"

Zhao Yifeng looked at the Buddha who was sitting quietly in front of the stage in the fragrant mist, holding flowers with his fingers, and his thoughts went back to the scene of Jiang Yushu holding flowers and smiling under the cherry tree that day.There was something warm and soft in his eyes.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Chen Yuan stroked his gray beard and smiled.

"I don't believe in Buddhism." The man replied in a deep voice.

Chen Yuan was surprised, surprised.

"Oh? The benefactor knows that everyone in the world believes in Buddha. The Buddha saves people from suffering, saves all living beings, and sends people bliss. What is the benefactor?"

The man's body is tall and straight, which doesn't match the harmonious atmosphere.He looked up at the Buddha.The words are powerful, like the morning bell.

"Buddha, you live for thousands of years, you don't change after death, you live a green light, it's so lonely!"

Chen Yuan said kindly: "It is only when the Buddha crosses all sentient beings that he will be lonely."

The man said in a deep voice, "I don't need to cross, I don't like to be lonely."

Chen Yuan sighed: What a special young man.

Chen Yuan scrutinized carefully, the aura between the man's brows was clear and clear, vaguely resembling an emperor's air, but it was vague and indistinct, as if blocked by something.

"I see that the benefactor's eyebrows are not like ordinary people, can I make a fortune for the benefactor?"

Zhao Yifeng listened to the abbot's fortune-telling, and immediately thought of his fate. If it wasn't for "beauty evil", everyone in the world believed in gods, so why did he have so much involuntary control and so much loneliness.Immediately prepare to decline.

Chen Yuan stared at him for a moment, stretched out his hand to stroke the fragrant mist in front of his eyes, and said calmly: "The benefactor doesn't believe in Buddha, so why should he be afraid of Buddha?"

"Your Highness, are you here?" Jiang Yushu's voice cleared through the lingering fragrant mist.

Zhao Yifeng turned his head, his eyes were tender for a moment, seeing the person who came in a moon-white shirt, like a fairy flying through the clouds, with light toes, coming leisurely.

Chen Yuan turned around, saw that it was a young man from Zhilan Yushu, immediately recalled yesterday's horoscope, squinted his eyes, stroked his beard, nodded, and looked at the two young men with a quiet smile.

"Young Master Yu, didn't you go to enjoy the flowers? Why did you come here?" Zhao Yifeng frowned slightly and asked curiously.

Jiang Yushu glanced at the man beside him, smiled warmly, and his words were full of pity: "The drizzle is continuous, the spring flowers are soft and fragrant, and the minister didn't like it, so he looked for His Highness."

Chen Yuan smiled: "The benefactor knows me, please offer incense."

Jiang Yushu took the incense, bowed three times, Chen Yuan took it, and Jiang Yushu responded modestly: "Thank you."

Zhao Yifeng's eyes swept Jiang Yushu's body back and forth, his eyes burst into anger in an instant, and his voice was cold: "Young Master Yu, are you in good shape?"

Jiang Yushu was startled, and looked down. He forgot that the cloak was still in Chun Nong's hand. He looked up at Zhao Yifeng, and saw the sparks in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

Jiang Yushu was right, knowing that he had caused him a lot of trouble. After getting married, his body was weak, and Zhao Yifeng always told him to take medicine. Now that his health was getting better, he even forgot the cloak. He knew that he was angry and cared about his body.He also looked at Zhao Yifeng with a smile, and tried to turn over, but the man got on the bar and ignored him.

Chen Yuan saw that the relationship between the two was unusual, and now the atmosphere was tense and dignified, so he immediately smoothed things over: "Benefactor, do you have any ideas about the fortune-telling that you mentioned just now?"

Zhao Yifeng saw that in front of the Buddha, Chen Yuan talked about it twice, and helped smooth things over. Seeing that Jiang Yushu didn't know how to take care of him, he was very unhappy, and didn't want to see him again, so he immediately stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation: "Master, please!"

Jiang Yushu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two were going to tell their fortunes. Finally, he didn't have to see the man's cold eyes, and smiled as they went away. Unexpectedly, one of the two who had already walked through the main hall suddenly came back.

Zhao Yifeng's clothes fluttered, and the fragrant mist in front of the Buddha was blown away by the wind. For a moment, Jiang Yushu stared at the person walking towards him, and said calmly, "Your Highness, aren't you going to tell your fortune? Why are you back? Could it be that the minister Are you offending His Highness again?"

The man stood still, with deep affection in his eyes, and his words were blunt: "This hall is lonely alone, accompanied by Mr. Lao Yu."

Jiang Yushu turned his head slightly, looked at the crowds of tourists outside the house, and there was a lot of excitement, and his indifferent words were sarcasm: "Your Highness, is it a three-year-old child? I don't know. Your Highness is still afraid of being lonely when you tell a fortune, so you want me to accompany you? "

"This hall is not afraid, but Mr. Yu knows that there is only one person in this hall, and the relationship is in the same line. Isn't Mr. Yu afraid that there will be good or bad in this hall, Fuguo Gongfu..." The man did not continue the following words, and he was as smart as Jiang Yushu. relation.

Jiang Yushu pondered, his face darkened: "Your Highness, are you threatening me?"

Zhao Yifeng walked to Jiang Yushu's side, felt the clear and cold fragrance from the man's body, leaned close to the man's ear, and said leisurely: "No, it's a reminder."

Jiang Yushu snorted coldly: "Your Highness, it's really a good idea."

"Where is it, Mr. Yu is too modest, let's go." The man said proudly.

"Humph!"

Jiang Yushu lifted his robe lightly, and went straight in the direction of the old monk Chenyuan. Zhao Yifeng didn't follow immediately, and left the hall and went down the steps.

When Jiang Yushu walked to the inner courtyard, the pine trees were tall and straight, and the courtyard was clean, but there was a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard, with green leaves and thick branches. There were some red silk flying on the tree, which seemed to be left by the infatuated man and woman. Pray, the stone table and stone bench under the tree, Chen Yuan came in before the two, at this time a teapot was simmering leisurely on the table, waiting for the years to reveal the shocking secret.

Chen Yuan saw the person's clear eyes, without the slightest hostility, and gave people a clear and clear feeling, immediately stretched out his hand to say hello, "Blessed benefactor, come and taste."

Jiang Yushu smiled slightly: "Thanks to Master's invitation, then I will not be polite." After speaking, he sat down neatly with his robe lifted, waiting for the cup of tea.

Chen Yuan fiddled with the hexagram image in his hand, and asked: "Benefactor, do you want to count a hexagram?"

Jiang Yushu let himself into the palace because of Zhao Yifeng's "beauty evil", and felt very awkward. He was a little in awe of the words of these high-level people, and he was afraid that some "disaster-country-monster-star" nonsense would happen. , neither himself nor Zhao Yifeng were good, and immediately refused with a smile: "Master, today I came here to pay homage to the ancestors, not to talk about state affairs, not to talk about marriage, but now I want to ask for a cup of tea and have a good time."

The fate of the world is clear, knowing Jiang Yushu's thoughts, suddenly remembering Zhao Yifeng's ingenious words of not believing in Buddhism, and seeing that Jiang Yushu's temperament is not like ordinary people, he couldn't help asking: "The benefactor, is he a Buddhist?"

Jiang Yushu sat upright, twisted a lock of hair with one hand, touched it lightly, with an elegant posture, and said proudly: "I don't believe it."

"Why?"

Jiang Yushu stared at a leaf under the low-hanging branch of the ginkgo tree, and said leisurely: "The Buddha crosses all living beings, but all living beings are still suffering. The Buddha talks about bliss, but he doesn't know what bliss is? Why should I believe it?"

After Jiang Yushu finished speaking, his eyes flickered over the teapot. Seeing that the tea was ready, Chenyuan held the pot leisurely and poured Jiang Yushu a cup.Jiang Yushu took it, tasted it lightly, and immediately said with a smile: "Good tea, but the tea seems to lack a bit of human touch, it's too bland."

Chen Yuan held the cup, took a sip, and said with a kind smile: "This old man is a man of the world, his heart is like still water, and he doesn't get involved in the mundane world. That's how he makes tea."

Jiang Yushu said with a smile: "Master, I'm too modest. I'm in the mortal world. I'm bound by the world, and the world is noisy. I'm not calm, and drinking tea is different."

Chen Yuan persuaded: "Buddhist holy land will be transformed by itself, and the benefactor is willing to convert, get rid of troubles, and be a tea taster who is gently present."

Jiang Yushu said with a smile, "Hehe, Master is paranoid. I don't believe in Buddhism. Why do I want to enter Buddhism? The world is noisy, and the road is optional."

Chen Yuan listened quietly, and when he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal: "Please, drink tea."

"Master, please!" Jiang Yushu smiled back.

"I'm curious, since the benefactor doesn't believe in Buddhism, why?"

Jiang Yushu looked around, looking leisurely like Lan Gaojie: "I don't believe in heaven, earth, Buddha, or fate"

"The benefactor?..."

"People, steadiness, victory, heaven!" He said in a gentle voice, every word.

Chen Yuan was shocked, and spilled the tea in his hand, Jiang Yushu saw that what he said shocked the old man in front of him, and hurriedly covered up: "Master, don't be surprised, I'm joking, life is determined, how can one person turn it around, I am arrogant gone."

Chen Yuan saw that the man's eyebrows and eyes were full of elegance, but he could see a stubbornness when he looked closely. He was full of Tsinghua charm, gentle and modest, but his words implied unyielding and arrogance, so he just shook his head.

"Benefactor, is it really not counted?"

Jiang Yushu said firmly in a deep voice, "It doesn't count."

Chen Yuan smiled and was silent, Jiang Yushu recalled the Buddha holding flowers and smiling quietly.

——Great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, and great laughter without sound.

Buddha is lonely.

But, Jiang Yushu is afraid of being lonely.