He has not lived enough

But he held the knife confidently: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'm just a little fatter, but I practice that kung fu every day, if any thief dares to come...

But he held the knife confidently: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'm just a little fatter, but I practice that kung fu every day. If any thief dares to come to Your Majesty's side, I will let him fly away with a single knife!"

Zhang Defu, who was helping Zhao Yu into the carriage, said "Bah, bah, bah" a few times: "I haven't gone out yet, so I just said some unlucky words! How dare there be a thief by your majesty's side?"

"Also, remember to call the young master outside, for fear that others will know where His Majesty is!"

Niu Qianli, who knew he was ignorant, shrank his stomach back, didn't dare to speak anymore, sat awkwardly outside the carriage as a part-time coachman, and the group left the palace gate in a low-key manner.

Yunyin Mountain is dozens of miles away from the suburbs of the city, and it will be noon to take a horse-drawn carriage from the palace. Zhao Yu was quite fresh at first, looking out the window of the car to look at the crowds in the street, but after leaving the city gate, there were fewer and fewer people. Even the wheat in the field had been cut off, leaving only bare stubble, so Zhao Yu shrank back.

Last night, when Bai Qingyu went to see him, he specially gave Zhao Yu a sleeve arrow, which was more compact and lightweight than the one he had brought before, but even more powerful.

After being bored, Zhao Yu fiddled with it for a while, then fell asleep in the bumping of the carriage.

"Master, wake up, Master, you have arrived at Yunyin Temple!"

Sleeping in a daze, Zhao Yu heard Zhang Defu's voice, opened his eyes and saw that the car had parked in a courtyard, which was the place where the original owner used to live in Yunyin Temple.

Zhao Yu cheered up, straightened his clothes and helped Zhang Defu to jump out of the car. An old monk with a kind face and white eyebrows was waiting outside. Seeing Zhao Yu put his hands together and recited "Amitabha", he smiled kindly : "I haven't seen you in two years, the little benefactor has grown a lot taller."

This monk is Master Yunshen, the abbot of Yunyin Temple. He has known the original owner since he was a child. He is a very interesting old monk.

Zhao Yu likes to hear others praise him for his height, so he grinned: "Really? They can't tell even when I'm in front of me every day. It's better to be a master."

Master Yun Shen laughed, and said to Zhao Yu: "The small courtyard has been cleaned by the little benefactor, and the fast food has been prepared, everyone wash up and eat some food first."

Only then did Zhao Yu realize that it was noon, so she nodded and went to the bedroom in the small courtyard to wash and change clothes.

Yunyin Temple is a large temple, people from the surroundings often come here to offer incense or the entire Yunyin Mountain is within the scope of Yunyin Temple from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the courtyard where Zhao Yu lives is located halfway up the mountain.

If you look outside, you can take in most of the scenery on the mountain. When it rains, it is even more cloudy and misty. The bamboo forest and streams are looming in the mountains, making it a rare and clean place outside the bustling Kyoto city.

It was sunny today, and the mountain was a different scene. Zhao Yu looked out through the back window while washing. He felt green and clean. Even the leaves seemed to be shining, and it was steaming when he looked up. .

Zhao Yu knew that it was a hot spring in the mountains, and happened to pass by this courtyard, and the fact that the original owner always lived here was also related to his liking to soak in that hot spring.

Now the weather at the bottom of the mountain is already hot, but the mountain is still cool at noon, and it is a little bit colder at night. It is comfortable to soak in a hot spring when you have time.

Zhao Yu arranged the matter while washing.

If not for other things, this place is really a good place to relax.

Zhao Yu changed clothes here and went to the main room, where the fast food has been arranged.

Although it is vegetarian, the ingredients are fresh, and they are all wild delicacies produced in the mountains. For Zhao Yu, who is used to eating all kinds of complicated and delicate dishes in the palace, these simple wild vegetables are more appetizing to him.

After one meal, he ate an extra bowl of rice than usual, and although Niu Qianli, who was sitting beside him, hated the lack of meat at first, he didn't even have a mouthful of soup left in the end.

Master Yunshen didn't eat much when he was old, he just drank two bowls of soup and watched them eat happily. When Zhao Yu put down the bowl after eating, he said with relief: "Little benefactor is not like a child now. Picky eaters, very good, very good."

Zhao Yu froze, and wiped her mouth as if nothing had happened: "I have long since stopped being picky eaters. I used to think that those mushrooms had an earthy smell, so I didn't want to eat them, but now I find them fresh and delicious, not to mention they always persuade me not to eat them again. There are preferences, so as not to be taken advantage of by those who are interested."

After finishing speaking, he secretly let out a sigh. Unlike the pampered original owner, Zhao Yu was not picky eaters since he was a child, and he didn't show any preferences when eating. Fortunately, those old scholars always talked about him with the knowledge of emperors, otherwise it would be really hard to get over it. .

Although the original owner only lived in Yunyin Temple for more than ten days a year, he had a rare friendship with Master Yunshen, and he naturally understood Zhao Yu's living habits.

This also reminded Zhao Yu that he should be more cautious in his daily life. After all, the original owner was able to get over it in the aspect of correcting evil and returning to the right. Some habits will not change suddenly, and it may lead to suspicion if he is not careful.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu deliberately teased Master Yunshen again: "Is the master still going to the back mountain to steal honey now? I don't think you have eaten much today, but you have a toothache after eating too much sugar?"

This old monk has no other hobbies, the only one he likes is desserts.

The back mountain of Yunyin Temple is full of flowers and fruit trees, and there is a large honeycomb on the other side of the cliff. Every time Zhao Yu comes here, Yun Shen always takes him to cut honey on the cliff, and he never gets tired of being stung, like an old urchin generally.

Master Yun Shen sighed: "I still want to go, but my legs and feet have become more and more inflexible in the past two years, and it is difficult to climb up the cliff. The bees in the back mountain are very diligent, and the honey nests stuffed No, no old monk will take care of them, and the extra honey will be left on the ground for nothing, which will benefit the wild bears in the mountains, Amitabha, what a sin!"

Zhao Yu laughed, and pointed at Niu Qianli: "This Niu guard is good at martial arts. After paying homage to my mother, let him pick some more for the master."

Master Yun Shen nodded again and again: "This is very good. The fresh peaches that I planted have been ripe these few days. When the cow guard picked the honey, I made honey peaches and various incense seals and sent them to you little benefactors." Try it."

As soon as Niu Qianli heard that there was something to eat, he immediately became excited. He patted his chest and said that he would be able to get a big altar, which made Master Yun Shen plucked at his beard.

Zhao Yu is also full of expectations. The original owner likes to eat the honey here. Every time he comes here, he has to cut some to make various desserts, especially the crispy, sweet and refreshing peaches in honey juice, which the original owner likes the most. After returning to the palace, Zhao Yu also wondered how delicious the honey was.

Zhang Defu, who was waiting on the cloth, looked at Zhao Yu's happy face, both gratified and sad. He watched Zhao Yu grow up, and knew that he didn't like to be bound by the palace. It's easier than watching the stars and the moon in the palace.

And after taking this position, Zhao Yu has also changed from being reluctant at the beginning to being more and more admired by everyone, and has become more and more like a monarch, but he has shown less of his temperament, which even he can hardly guess now Zhao Yu's real thoughts.

Today, at Master Yunshen's place, he looks a bit like before.

Unaware that Zhang Defu had made up a lot of things in his head, Zhao Yu chatted with Master Yun Shen for a long time. Of course, the content was mostly related to childhood. At the end, Zhao Yu said sincerely: "I still want to thank Master for offering incense and sweeping to my mother all these years. , I am a son of man but due to my status, I cannot often come to pay homage, and I am really ashamed."

The fact that the original owner's mother was not buried in the imperial mausoleum was known to only a few people, so these years it all depended on Master Yunshen to repair and clean up the cemetery, and the offering of fruit and incense has never stopped. The original owner is quite grateful for this.

Master Yun Shen recited the Buddha's voice, and said: "Sincerity lies in the heart, and this kind of filial piety is enough for the little benefactor."

He smiled: "Besides, the little benefactor has the world in mind and is dedicated to the public. Even though I come in this old temple deep in the mountains, I hear the pilgrims who come and go praise the little benefactor. Your mother's knowledge is enough to comfort me."

This surprised Zhao Yu. If others praised him, he might be flattering. Master Yun Shen agreed, so it seems that his efforts have really paid off.

It seems that the eyes of the masses are still discerning!

Zhao Yu thought happily, but her face was still humble: "I was ignorant when I was young, and I did a lot of ridiculous things when I was eating, drinking, and having fun. Now I feel that I have a heavy responsibility. People's lives are not easy. I don't want to be famous for what I do. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Master Yun Shen nodded in relief, and the two chatted for a while before getting up to leave. Zhao Yu knew that he had a lot of business and didn't want to keep him anymore, so he personally sent Master Yun Shen to the door before returning.

After giving Niu Qianli and Zhang Defu a few words, Zhao Yu went back to his room for a lunch break—he had already left a message in the dark cell of the palace before leaving, that the masked man would probably come at night, and he had to recharge his batteries in advance good.

Zhao Yu's plan was very good. Meimei slept all afternoon, and at night she went to wait for the masked man refreshed, but in the end she didn't see anyone after waiting for most of the night.

When Zhang Defu came to wake Zhao Yu up the next day, he was sleeping soundly lying on the edge of the bed, with neat clothes but no quilt, and a book beside him.

Zhang Defu hurried over to wake him up: "My little ancestor! Why did you fall asleep like this?"

Zhao Yu opened his eyes in a daze and still wanted to sleep. Zhang Defu quickly woke him up, and said in a babbling manner: "The old slave said that someone will watch for you in the house. If you don't like it, what if you are going to catch a cold now?" make?"

Zhao Yu couldn't sleep because of the headache caused by his loud yelling, and regretted not leaving Zhang Defu in the palace and letting Su Shun come over, at least Su Shun's voice must not be so loud.

He was just making complaints about himself. A few days ago, Lu Yun had just corrected Su Shun's foot, and he had to rest in bed for at least three months. Besides, even if Su Shun was fine, Zhang Defu would definitely be worried that he would come out with him.

But Zhao Yu knew that Zhang Defu was worried about himself, so he rubbed his eyes and got up and muttered: "Okay, okay, I just changed the bed last night and couldn't sleep for a while, so I got up and read a book, and fell asleep without knowing it."

Zhang Defu still couldn't help nagging a lot, Zhao Yu knew he was wrong, so he let him talk for a long time, pinched his nose and drank a bowl of ginger tea, Zhang Defu saw that he did not show any signs of cold, so he reluctantly put it down Come on.

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——The story of Yunyin Temple has started——