Stirring up with the old enemy

The sky in the monk's room is bright, clouds are cast on the shallow lake among the rockery, and the ripples of the lake are cast on the white wall in the southeast corner, ripples like a bright mirror.

With a click, the white jade chess piece landed on the chessboard.

"When those rich and powerful children are gone, the poor monk still has unfinished mantras for rebirth tomorrow, so he must prepare some tea powder and carry them with him."

Chen Jingming held the black jade chess piece between his fingers and pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help persuading him: "Students enter the temple, and it is common for mages to hang a rope around their waists to carve cliffs outside Fulong Temple to record the rebirth of the eight princes who died. Curse. I never dared to ask more questions before, but today I dare to ask, the mage is concerned about this person day and night, could it be that the mage feels that this person has been wronged?"

Ji Yang shook his head. "Emperor Yong'an today is the son of Emperor Xianguang. During the Yinchun period, the crown prince with a good reputation could not be regarded as usurping the throne. Furthermore, even if Emperor Lu, the uncle of Emperor Yong'an and the direct father of the eighth prince, did not die, among the nine adult princes of Emperor Lu, eight The prince has little chance of gaining power."

"Oh? Why is the mage so determined?"

"Neither occupying the throne, nor being the eldest son, how can the name be justified? It's just that the golden dragon chair fascinated his eyes, and the color made him faint. This word... is probably appropriate for him."

Color, fragrance, and touch, the so-called color word in Buddhism, originally refers to all kinds of illusions in the world.

Chen Jingming was silent.

Ji Yang really sighed and said: "He was blinded by greed, and finally ended up with a broken body. I'm afraid that after arriving in the underworld, under the nine springs, he won't even be able to report his name."

"...Why?"

"His head was chopped off and crushed in the rebellious army. Only the lower half of his body was carried back on the horse's back." Ji Yang was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled while holding the white chess between his fingers. "He lost his head, how can he give his surname to Ghost Cao?"

Chen Jingming raised his head suddenly, his eyes were as bright as white lightning.He stared fixedly at Ji Yang, who was always wearing a gray-white monk's robe, and said abruptly, "You hate him."

Ji Yang didn't deny it, she just picked up the chess piece and rubbed it gently with her fingertips, there was something inexplicable hidden in her eyes.After a long time, he quietly said: "He betrayed me."

"Did you violate the moral teachings of the mage?"

Ji Yang laughed. "I am the same age as him, and I have been reading with him all the time, how can I teach him? Besides..."

Furthermore, he had never become a monk at that time, and was still by the side of the eighth prince day and night.At that time, he never thought that he would have today with that person.One was buried in the wilderness of Tongguan, and the other was an ancient Buddha with green lamps. There was only a line of rebirth mantra left, which was engraved in Chinese characters and carved on the cliff in Sanskrit.

He has been carving this rebirth mantra of less than a hundred words for ten years, each line is clear and clear.Different from other places, the cliff carvings of Fulong Temple are only painted with grotesque ghosts.Hundreds of ghosts are sinking into the flaming hell, Ji Yang is always wondering if there can be traces of the eighth prince Qin Lang on the other side?When the man died, his arms and legs were severed, and his internal organs were dripping all over the floor. When he was fighting for Yankou on the Ghost Festival, he always felt that he was weak and couldn't grab other ghosts.

Ji Yang has hidden his thoughts for many years, and has never explained it to anyone.Even before the Eighth Prince Qin Lang betrayed Chang'an, he ran into Fulong Temple in the bitter wind and rain and asked him if he wanted to go with him, but he didn't explain why he didn't leave after having been with Qin Lang.

Now, there is only this rebirth curse left.The people on both sides of life and death are involved, as if he and he were talking and laughing at Yanyan when they were young.

A nail hammer chiseled down, and the cliff stone dust was splashed, and the man lived in the thought for a moment.

In his mind, the man called him loudly as usual, Ji Shiba.Eighteen, where did you hide the lonely cricket?Eighteenth, Mr. Tomorrow wants to review the book, you first memorize the passage of "Zuo Shi Chunqiu" for Gu, and talk to Gu by your pillow at night when you have nothing to do.Eighteen... Gu is going to Jingmen to get married.

Ji Yang's eyes fell on the boiling tea soup, and his eyes were blurred for a moment. "He and I were not just reading together. He once promised me a marriage contract."

With a slap, the black jade chess piece held between Chen Jingming's fingers was hastily dropped off the plate.

"No one in the world knows this secret. Inside the palace, there are many things that cannot be told to others." Ji Yang lowered her eyes, as if she was also caught in the past inside the vermilion high wall.

The past is vivid in his memory, what he did for Qin Lang is no less than what Cheng Huaijing did for Qin Su.The difference is that Cheng Huaijing chose the right person, but his king... lost him.

When Qin Lang came to Fulong Temple that night and told him that he was going to leave Chang'an to join his wife's family, he knew it was over.It's over between him and Qin Lang!In order to fight for the dragon chair, Qin Lang hastily went to Jingchu to get married, and took advantage of the power of his wife's family to make trouble.Later, he died in Tongguan when Yu Jiulong seized the throne.

Qin Su, the king of Yan at that time, killed him.

Later, King Yan became Emperor Yong'an, and Cheng Huaijing, who was next to King Yan, became Da Sikong.The past is over!

"Don't talk about these old things about old sesame seeds and rotten millet." Ji Yang lowered his eyes and smiled, changing the topic. "You went to Chang'an several times, and said to find someone to recommend. Have you ever settled down now?"

Chen Jingming closed his eyes and smiled wryly. "The students' families are so poor that they can only live in mountain temples for their studies. Where can they get the money to visit the homes of the rich and powerful? If they go, they will have no money to take care of it."

Ji Yang took a sip of tea slowly, but stopped talking.After a long time, he finally said: "You and I don't lie. I heard that the current emperor has been thinking about reforming the system for a long time and wants to hold the imperial examination. Do you want to wait for that opportunity?"

Chen Jingming opened his lips, but before he had time to speak, the door of the monk's room was suddenly pushed open forcefully.The long wind swept into the room, and the two cups of hot tea on the table were slightly rippling.

"Okay, I can't find you a monk, but you are drinking tea here!"

When Hao Chun rushed in, he saw Jun Han and the abbot Ji Yang sitting by the window facing each other, with only a chessboard in between. Tell him to interrupt.

"Jun Han" knelt down and played chess with a monk, it was nothing at all.But he only asked this person to go out for a walk with him this morning, and the other party replied that he was not free.

Hao Chun felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Master Hou," Chen Jingming was stunned, his face turned pale, he unconsciously clenched his fists under his sleeves, and said coldly, "Master Hou is a noble person, how could he find this place?"

Hao Chun raised his finger angrily and pointed to the tip of his nose. "What's the matter? You can come, but I can't come, young master?"

They quarreled as soon as they met.

Ji Yang was a little surprised.He straightened his gray monk robe slowly and got up, twirled the Buddhist beads with his right hand, lowered his eyes and raised his palm with one hand and recited the Buddha's name to Hao Chun. "I don't know why the young master is looking for the poor monk?"

"It's nothing!" Hao Chun choked, but then smiled again. "Master, I'm here to borrow someone from you."

Ji Yang had already guessed something in his heart, but his face remained calm. "Oh? There is only one poor monk in Fulong Temple."

"I don't want you." Hao Chun put down his hand, squinted at Chen Jingming, and said with a provocative smile: "Master, I want to go out for a walk, and I need a companion to lead the horse and feed the grass. I will watch, this Junhan It's a good fit."

The words are frivolous, and the spring color in the eyes of a pair of water-cut eyes is slightly rippling.Anyone can hear what Hao Chun said.

Chen Jingming's face turned pale with anger, his thin lips trembled like wax.

Ji Yang was slightly taken aback, this newly conferred arrogance and recklessness reminded him of Chang'an—Young Master Wang Sun, who was carefree and magnanimous without any worries.

Because of the secret nostalgia for this idea, Ji Yang couldn't help but smile a little.It was rare for him to be narrow-minded, and he actually made a joke that was customary among the old aristocratic families. "Hou Ye is so obsessed with Jun Han, is it possible that he wants to form a pact with him as a brother?"

Hao Chun's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "This, we have to test whether he has that ability first!"

Whether it is the ability to herd the horses and feed the grass, or the capital of the two taels of meat, Hao Chun didn't make it clear, but his eyes rolled down.

Dirty as hell!

Through a layer of moon-white monk's robe, Chen Jingming suddenly felt chilly under his body, and his whole body was completely stared at by this filth.He immediately raised his voice angrily and scolded: "Master Hou, please respect yourself!"

Tsk, here we go again.Hao Chun rolled his eyes inwardly, but still had a playful smile on his face. "Hey, you lead the horse for me, and when we get to a secluded place, I will let you hold it..."

Hao Chun took a step forward, almost rubbing Chen Jingming's temples, and said with a low voice, "I asked you to weigh it, is it heavy, huh?"

Although his voice was lowered, in the end, in front of Ji Yang, Chen Jingming's ears caught fire in an instant, and his whole body exploded.

"The prodigal!" Chen Jingming grabbed Hao Chun by the collar and pushed him viciously.

Hao Chun didn't expect him to do it.He has always regarded this young man named Jun Han as a weak scholar!This time, he was caught off guard, causing the "scholar" to stagger, and his face suddenly became embarrassing.

"Hehe, what's the matter, do you still want to hit someone?" Hao Chun blushed, and immediately began to roll his sleeves with eyebrows raised and eyes raised. "Come on, come on, young master, I will play two tricks with you!"

When Ji Yang saw that the situation was not right, he regretted that he was so mean, and made an unnecessary joke with these two young boys.He hurried forward to fight. "Amitabha! There are thousands of mistakes, and they are all the poor monk's fault. Let's do it, if the Hou Ye lacks a boy to lead the horse, uh... Although the poor monk is old, he can barely walk like flying, so I will accompany the Hou Ye Is it possible to go to the back mountain?"

"I don't want you!" Hao Chun pushed Ji Yang's hand away, his nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, he panted heavily, and said angrily, "Hmph! They are all ignorant! "

He stomped his feet, turned around and walked out.

"Hey, Master Hou, please slow down." Ji Yang made a gesture to chase after him, but in fact he didn't move even half an inch, but he was very courteous in his mouth. "Master Hou? Master Hou, you really don't need the poor monk to lead the horse for you?"

This bald monk looks like an idiot even at his age. No wonder His Majesty punished dozens of families when the eighth prince rebelled, but only let the Ji family go.Ganqing is a fool!

Hao Chun cursed angrily, and turned to hate "Jun Han".This guy keeps pushing and rejecting him several times, is he playing with him when he wants to say no, or if he wants to say no?

In order to cover it up, and also for the sake of Ping Lehou's face, Hao Chun really went to the back mountain to race horses after leaving Sengliao.Dudes followed one after another, joking and pandering to him all the way, but Hao Chun always felt that he was not strong enough.

"Run a few more laps, I won't believe it, my lord, there isn't even a single hare in this mountain!"

Hao Chun angrily led people around the hills.At the end of the Shen Dynasty, he led more than a dozen people to ride back to Fulong Temple in a mighty manner, with hunted birds and rabbits hanging heavily on both sides of the horse's belly.A few miles away, I heard the bell from the temple again.The boy "Jun Han" was wearing a monk's robe, standing in the setting sun and ringing the bell rigorously.

The warm colors of the setting sun enveloped the tall and straight figure of the young man.Tsk, the more I look at it, the more I can't move my eyes.

"Bah!" Hao Chun secretly hated himself for being worthless, and annoyed that the young man was ignorant, so he spat secretly, planning to simply go back to his Pinglehou mansion and continue to eat and wait for death. "It's all packed, young master, I want to go back to Chang'an!"

Shen Hutou and the other dudes were stunned, and asked him tentatively. "Master Hou, shall we go back now?"

"Return, return now." Hao Chun waved impatiently. "The air in this mountain is damp, and the bed is too tight. I can't sleep well, sir."

"But Master Hou..."

"Let's go, if you don't go, I'll go first, young master!" Hao Chun lost his temper, deliberately turned his eyes away from the young bell ringer "Jun Han" who was shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and turned his horse's head angrily, He simply didn't even enter the Fulong Temple, and rushed directly to the official road from the halfway up the mountain.

"Hey, Master Hou, please slow down—!"

Hao Chun never looked back, but the tip of his ears stood up against the wind, catching movement in the mountain temple.Shen Hutou and his group galloped into the bell tower. In order to please him, they specially grabbed "Jun Han" to bid him farewell.

When the black horse ran down the mountain path, Chen Jingming was already waiting for him at the entrance of the mountain path.

Hao Chun looked at Chen Jingming condescendingly, and flicked the empty whip. "Oh, what's the matter, you want to keep me in the temple overnight?"

Chen Jingming resisted the disgust in his heart, frowned, and his voice was as cold as ice. "Students don't dare. Lord Hou has a high status. I heard that Lord Hou didn't sleep well last night, and he suffered from an old disease. This place is a wild temple in the mountains. There is no good medicine and no good doctor. Please return to Chang'an as soon as possible to take care of Lord Hou. "

Even the parting words, this guy said it as if he was driving someone away.No half nostalgia!

The plantain leaves after the new rain on the corridor of the mountain temple in the distance are so green that they are dazzling, and the birds are chirping in the mountains. Chen Jingming is wearing a moon-white monk robe and stands a few steps away, with his head slightly lowered. The wind blows the monk robe , the corner of the moon-white monk's robe swayed in the breeze.

Hao Chun looked at Chen Jingming with a half-smile, and after a while, he slapped the empty whip again.

"Go, you, mom!"

Hao Chun gritted his teeth, raised his voice and cursed viciously, then leaned over and rode his horse towards him.Chen Jingming was taken aback, and hastily raised his feet to dodge the side of the mountain path, his body was crooked, and he almost fell into the grass.

Hao Chun looked back, "Jun Han"'s moon-white monk robe was stained with dust, and even the pine ink smoke was covered with grass clippings.

Hao Chun felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

"drive--!"

After half a cup of tea, Hao Chun had just left Fulong Temple at night, when it suddenly became dark.The moon is as big as a cloud mountain, with clear brilliance everywhere.

it's dark.

Hao Chun reined in the reins, and looked back suddenly. Fulong Temple was hidden in the night and turned into a black shadow.There are still two days before the fifteenth day, but the moon tonight is as big as a silver plate, and half a face climbs up from the shadow of Fulong Temple on the top of the mountain in the western suburbs of Chang'an.He thought of the boy named Jun Han again. "Jun Han" also has eyes as bright as the moonlight, and he always has a cold face and sarcastic remarks to him, unable to answer one of the three sentences.

Jun Han, as expected, is as cold as the name, colder than the moonlight in the dark night.

Ah!

The author has something to say:

Hao Chun:? ?Is this guy interested in me?

Chen Jingming (tsundere indifferent face.jpg): Hehe