Daming prepares the emperor

Ruined temple, night, light and singing and dancing, although Zhu Biao didn't want to make his thoughts look old-fashioned, but he had to say that he didn't make any ghosts at this time, and he was really sorry for his vague expectations.

That bright place should be Huangjue Temple. After years of wars in a small place like Fengyang, the material resources are extremely scarce. People will never have the intention to build a second temple. Why worry about religion, so they won’t Some monks came to this remote place to suffer.

Zhu Biao glanced at it, wrapped the bowl in a cloth, casually carried it on his back, and then walked down the slope. Anyway, it won't break, so the treatment will not be so good.

The temple is indeed dilapidated, and there are loopholes everywhere. The wall in the front left of the hall is still relatively intact, and it can barely prevent the cold wind from entering.

There are some dry firewood on the ground, and a bonfire is burning. The firelight is projected on the clay sculptures of the Four Heavenly Kings, showing half of the light and half of the shadow, and their figures become clearer and can be seen.The painted paint on it was already mottled, and the original majestic face was blurred. Many spider webs hung and stuck there, and the nets caught a lot of dust that fell from the beams of the house.

Dead branches and fallen leaves swept the door with the cold wind.

Now that there are temples and fires, where is the sound of singing and dancing?

"Jump, why are you not moving?"

In front of the fire, a girl in a golden red dress was shaking a wooden fish with her long black hair swaying behind her back, and her side face could be glimpsed through the hair.

Most of the poets in the world can only describe the girl's face with words such as skin like cream and face like peach blossom, but if they see the girl in the ruined temple with their own eyes, they will truly understand what is called beauty that cannot be expressed in words.

The red dress embroidered with gold silk was already gorgeous and beautiful enough to catch people's attention with a slight movement, but it was still far inferior to its owner.

But most things in this world may be flawed. Such a beautiful girl dances without any rules, like a big baboon beating its breast. Compared with her, the caterpillars spinning silk in spring are surging more regularly.

"Jump, jump, I won't do it anymore." The bald broom seemed to be unable to take it anymore, and fell to the ground with a loud cry, refusing to get up, "I'm going to be so annoying, every day You only know how to dance, don't you get tired? Can't you be quieter?"

The wooden fish stopped knocking and broke free from the girl's hand: "I am a wooden fish, if you don't tell me to knock, what else can I do?"

The dozen or so Buddhist beads bouncing on the table to accompany the jingle bounced a few times, and then stopped, answering in a hurry.

"Yeah yeah, there's nothing else to do."

"It's sports, what do you know."

"Is our rhythm out of order? The broom doesn't like it."

"It doesn't like it? How can it not like it? I'll argue with it."

The music disappeared, but the temple became even more noisy. The broom moaned desperately: "You are noble, you are amazing, yes, you are a wooden fish, don't let me sweep the floor, this place is so broken, and you are so messy, why do you want to sweep the floor?" Let me clean up the mess?"

The futon in front of the Avalokitesvara sighed slowly: "Broom, everyone only has this little fun, please be tolerant. The mountain wind is fierce, and the dust can't be cleaned up. Besides, if there is a break, there will be differences, and if there is chaos, there will be demons. This place becomes clean, and whenever we disappear."

The girl didn't understand why everyone was arguing, so she squatted on the ground and held her face in her hands, bewildered, "Aren't you dancing? It's so boring, let's tell a story."

The broom was just complaining, but actually didn't want to do anything, so he said coyly, "Okay, it's better than singing, who will tell? Who has something new?"

"I'm coming." A prayer bead jumped excitedly. "A few days ago, a crow almost ate me. In order to apologize, he told me a story, just for everyone to listen to."

"Come on, come on, tell me."

"Once upon a time, there was a family who had three children. The eldest was gifted and could swim very well. The second child was strong and healthy and never got sick. The third child was very smart at a young age. He knew everything at first sight, but He is always talking, pointing at certain places and yelling that there are ghosts, his expression is panic, and his mood is unstable, so his parents don't like him, and his two brothers don't want to see him." Fozhu narrated in a low voice.

"One day, the eldest brother went on a long trip, and the second child also went, but after a few days passed, only one person came back." The voice of the Buddha beads gradually changed from deep to gloomy, fluctuating from high to low, quite particular, " The second child said that the eldest ate too much, fell into the river and drowned, and after he finished speaking, the second child fell ill."

The broom moved closer to the girl.

"Father was very sad. He held a funeral for the elder brother and burned incense and worshiped Buddha alone in the ruined temple. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew..."

"Wait a minute." Muyu said loudly, "Why is it a ruined temple?"

"Stupid!" Buddha Bead said, "Don't you know that ruined temples are most likely to be haunted? Otherwise, what's going on with us?"

It continued: "The gate of the ruined temple was pushed open, and then..."

Zhu Biao pushed open the door, patted the ashes on his hands, pushed aside the tall bushes, and walked along the path where the weeds grew.

"Then my father turned around and looked out through the window. What he saw was his third child. He was still a teenager, only in his teens. Footsteps sounded, and the third child was getting closer..."

Zhu Biao stepped on the stone slab step by step, and saw the fire in the temple.

"We have to wait a little longer this time!" Muyu shouted with the loudest voice, "Did you hear anything?"

"Are you scared?" The broom smiled meanly a few times, and raised a grass hair in the direction of the girl, "If you can't listen, go to the child's table."

"Father then scolded him and asked him what he was doing here." The beads were not affected by them, "The youngest immediately pushed open the door of the main hall, and said coldly..."

Zhu Biao pushed open the door with a snap, and broke into the world of ghosts.

The wooden fish screamed first, and the broom, which was laughing at it just now, hid under the curtain of the desk. The futon was motionless, and the prayer beads had no time to move. Slowly retract the silk thread, slowly but firmly move towards the roof.

The girl sitting on the ground looked left and right, seeing her companions running away completely, she suddenly realized that she disappeared in place.

The red candle on the candlestick suddenly had a swaying golden light.

Everything was silent, and the hustle and bustle just now was like a big dream. Under the sound of small insects outside the temple, Zhu Biao came to the Guanyin statue, untied the burden he was carrying, and took out Zhu Yuanzhang's bowl and put it on the table. on stage.

This is the place where Comrade Zhu lived. In addition to the largest hall in the front yard, there are two rows of corridors, five or six huts, a well in the backyard, and a few acres of abandoned farmland. The whole temple is ordinary. The only special part is that it is located in the ridge of Phoenix Mountain, full of aura and vitality, which should be the reason why these objects become fine.

Gotta fix it!

Zhu Biao made up his mind and made room for a place in the itinerary he had arranged in his heart. The ruined temple not only gave Zhu Yuanzhang a temporary shelter, but also had necessary political and geographical values. The address couldn't be better, and I will write to my eldest grandson later, asking him to send a mage over.

The wind blew away the dark clouds, and the moonlight pierced through the broken tiles. Zhu Biao moved a few stones, took out three sticks of short incense wrapped in mana from his arms, snapped his fingers and ignited them, and sandwiched them between the stones .

The curling smoke rose, circled around Zhu Biao's fingers, passed through the window frame, flew to the top of the mountain, and flew in the forest of Fenghuang Mountain at an extremely fast speed, and finally rushed in through the main entrance, carrying a large amount of smoke. The earth's air returned to Zhu Biao's body, floating up and down gently.

"Everyone, I want to borrow your treasure land." Zhu Biao greeted the spirits at this moment, "If you don't speak, I will take it as your consent."

The broom whipped the wooden fish with its bristles, the wooden fish shook and did not speak.

After waiting for a few breaths, Zhu Biao did not wait for a clear objection. With a movement of his fingertips, the smoke crashed into the bowl.

The broken bowl was shaken a few times, even though the spiritual energy and earth energy had been swallowed into the stomach, there was still no movement.

Zhu Biao was not angry, but thoughtful, moved the position of the bowl, placed it in the moonlight impartially, then bent down, grabbed the wooden fish, and took it out.

"Human, what are you going to do!" Muyu couldn't hold his breath this time, struggling hard, "Let me go, I can't eat, I'm made of wood!"

"Don't be afraid, I just want to knock you, everything will be fine."

"Knock me?" Muyu hesitated, "Is there such a good thing? No one has knocked me for decades."

"Really, just a tap or two."

"Don't, be more sincere. Have you seen this Guanyin statue? Have you seen these four heavenly kings? If you want to knock, just keep knocking for a while. At that time, the little monks won't stop knocking for an hour!"

Zhu Biao smiled and said nothing, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and picked out a Buddhist scripture at random, and after reading a few words, he knocked heavily on the wooden fish with his knuckles.

The little monk like a beggar, the ruined temple, the Guanyin statue, the four heavenly kings, the wooden fish, the moonlight... The elements are finally all in place.

thump—

Under the blessing of mana, the voice is like a bell, echoing in the wild and uninhabited.The invisible ripples spread in all directions, and the weeds were crushed to the ground one after another.

The porcelain bowl vibrated violently, and with a puff, two match hands grew out that only appeared in cartoons.

thump—

After the second sound, the white bowl grew legs.

thump—

At the end of the third sound, two bean eyes grew out of the broken bowl, and they sat cross-legged. The dragon energy, earth energy, and human energy accumulated in the bowl formed a vortex, spiraling upwards in a circle, wanting to return to the distance.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao put down the wooden fish, stepped on the table and turned over, stepped on the wall and stepped on the beam, and with a dunk, he pressed them back into the bowl like a rubber ball.

"Giggle!"

As if the plush toy had been squeezed, Browan hiccupped, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at Zhu Biao.

"You wake up..."

Before Zhu Biao finished speaking, Powan jumped off the table covered with yellow cloth, ran to Tongmuyu, observed himself through the reflective part, and wailed, "What's going on, how can I be so ugly? They're all perfect!"

"No! I'm the emperor's begging bowl! Where's my dragon pattern? Where's my golden lacquer?" It raised its hand to touch, lingering and rubbing the edge of the bowl, "So much luck, so long talk Dao, the pig has also become fine, why do I still have the gap?"