Daming prepares the emperor

It lifted the whole wooden fish up, put it in front of its eyes, looked at it again and again, and finally had to accept the fact that it was really ugly.

The wooden fish scolded it for being rude.

Wan walked back to Zhu Biao with a pair of short legs, turning back and muttering: "I am just a bowl, what kind of manners do you want me to have, if you are white, you must be more sad than me .”

"Oh, I'm tired." Powan sobbed and hugged Zhu Biao's thigh, "Boss, do you think I can be saved?"

"How do you want me to save you?" Zhu Biao asked, "If you want dragon patterns, I'll go back and find some painters for you, okay?"

"That's different!" Po Wan said, "Everyone praises natural beauty, but how can they say that the clothes are beautiful, my life is over."

Zhu Biao bent down to pick it up: "You were even just a black pottery bowl at first, what's not to like?"

Mu Yu was shocked when he heard that, "A black pottery bowl?"

As soon as it said this, the brooms, futons, and prayer beads stopped pretending, and all appeared to talk.

"You can't be the bowl that the host bought back then, right?"

"My God, Heitao, you are promising!"

"How did you come back? When did you become conscious? Do you remember us?"

Chirping, crisp or old voices sounded quickly, and the whole temple became noisy again.Po Wan still looked uninspired, grabbed Zhu Biao's wrist with his hands and feet, and lazily responded: "Yes, I also came out from here, otherwise why did I come back. Huh? You said conscious? When the boss found me, I Only then did I get a little feeling. How did you come back? You are blind, who am I holding, see for yourself. Do you remember? Just like that."

After answering all the questions very perfunctorily, the temple still couldn't calm down for a while. The spirits had been lonely for many years, and when they suddenly encountered something new, how could they stop easily and let the broken bowl go.

They say theirs, but Wan has already begun to cleverly benefit himself.

"Boss." Po Wan blinked his eyes, "Can you give me a name? I don't have too many requirements for me, just like Liu Chubai. It's better to have a name that sounds very educated and easy to pronounce. This is my lifelong request, and if I cannot satisfy even this, I will surely die in pain."

"Since you can waste so much, why not call it wasteful?"

"Don't, don't." Powan wailed, "Be serious, Your Highness, Your Highness, be serious, anyway, I am also a fan friend with the prince, right?"

"Zuo Zhuan said that the power of Tian is not far away from Yan Yan, you..."

"My name is Weibuwei? It feels pretty good." Powan couldn't wait to answer.

"...I mean, you might as well call it Zhichi." Zhu Biao said, "Fu, Fu also. Chi, Chi Ming also. Take a homonym, how about Zhi Chi?"

"That's good to be brave." Po Wan said, "Although I don't understand what it means, but it seems to have a lot of connotations. From now on, I will be Zhi Chi, boss, I love you."

It seems to think that connotation can make up for its appearance, and its self-confidence suddenly swelled up. It jumped to the ground and clapped its hands. After attracting the attention of other objects, it said: "Listen up, everyone, you still remember the little monk who used to eat with me?" ?"

The monsters shook their heads.

"I don't have any impression? In short, he is now a prince in the world, and he will be the emperor in a short time. It's amazing. I followed him all over the world, wandering around..."

Suddenly, the story-telling prayer bead remembered: "Is it the little monk who is always punished by the abbot to watch over the incense at night? I even teased him by dancing."

The girl transformed by the candlelight also appeared: "I also remember him, he was the one who came to light the candlesticks every night."

As soon as the broom was lifted, I also remembered: "My good guy, it turned out to be him. Every time he sweeps the floor, he is stronger than other young monks. My hair is bald because of him!"

The futon said slowly: "That's your own reason, don't shirk responsibility. But I do still have an impression of it. He offended his brother back then, was framed and forced to leave. The old man was very sorry and heartbroken. He is the only person in the entire temple who can recite all of this Buddhist scriptures."

Zhu Biao didn't expect that there would be so many spirits here, and he didn't expect that they were all destined to be with old comrade Zhu. After thinking for a while, he said: "Would you like to leave here and live in another place? I am the son of that little monk back then. Son, I will arrange a new home for you, and I will ensure that there will be plenty of Yin Qi."

Muyu still remembers Zhu Yuanzhang: "We are old and refined. We can't touch popularity, yin and evil spirits. We just use a wisp of incomplete old spirit to support our minds. Only in this ruined temple can we survive, no matter where we go. , can't escape death."

When it came to this point, Zhu Biao gave up his idea of ​​rebuilding the temple. Who knew that the futon said: "Muyu, the emperors of the world once practiced and became monks here. Do you think this place will be clean forever? Monk, we can't stop those who come here for fame, let alone the entangled dragon spirit."

The wooden fish was stunned.

There was a thunderstorm across the fields, and the torrential rain poured down, pouring on the leaves all over the mountain.

The sound of pattering rain rang outside the window, and the temple was silent, only the sound of Zhu Biao's breathing could be heard.

"Time flies by." Fu Tuan sighed, "It's been so long in the blink of an eye, and the little monk can become the emperor. It's really a blessing, and the blessings are endless."

Zhu Biao didn't pay attention to its emotions, but only cared about the practical things. He frowned and asked: "In this case, how can we keep you?"

"What are you talking about?" Fu Tuan laughed. "We are just some little monsters. We are born because of people, and we will eventually die because of people. It is not unusual to live for less than ten years. Now we have survived for more than twenty years, which is already very good. Got it Knowing that the little monk is living well and has a family, what else can we be dissatisfied with?"

Zhu Biao looked at the other spirits, and they turned out to be relentless.

Candlelight, who seemed the most innocent, said lonely: "Actually, everyone doesn't like to dance or listen to stories. I can feel it."

The broom was silent for a moment, looking at the world outside the temple: "They are right, even if it is a ghost story, it has no meaning at all, how could it really scare us."

Zhichi looked at his former companions at a loss. He was very lucky. He followed Zhu Yuanzhang and left here early in the morning. I had a very happy life, lying peacefully in the study room, with Lao Zhu wiping and Xiao Zhu chanting, the air of a dragon can give and take whatever it wants, and I haven't tasted the sadness that people and monsters should have.

"Maybe there is still a way..." Zhu Biao was much more determined than it was, and had broader knowledge, trying to convince these spirits who harbored a will to die.

"Don't say anything, child, I think you are too kind." Fu Tuan said, "You can enlighten Hei Tao, which shows that you have great abilities. People with great abilities must learn to let go, don't care too much Qingyi, the little monk has become the emperor, and you are also a member of the Tian family, will you be the prince in the future?"

Zhu Biao was startled, and almost suspected that Fu Tuan was some kind of scoundrel's spy. These words almost made him immediately think of those things in the past and his recent troubles.

"Even with the spirit of changing the world and the omnipotent power, all the creatures in the world have troubles and pains. Children, you have to learn to be unrestrained. Wisdom will hurt you, and love will last forever. Don't worry about us anymore, say After all, we remember the little monk, does he remember us? In his heart, we are probably just objects. As for him, he has only been a monk here for a few years, and hundreds of people have used us. He is also a passer-by in our lives."

Mu Yu said: "Yes, people will change, fate will also come to an end."

"Come here, here's this thing for you." The futon jumped up and let the ground under his body, there was a rough scripture book with messy handwriting, "This is the last scripture book that the little monk copied by hand, and I left it for you." Stay here, give it to you."

Zhu Biao picked up the scriptures according to his words.

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we have long wanted to go out and have a look. Let's see our fate when we dissipate."

"Without your news, we may not be able to make up our minds."

"One day in the outside world is better than ten years in the temple."

The futon gathered the wooden fish, the broom, and the prayer beads, and together they protected the candle, and walked away into the heavy rain without looking back.

Zhichi watched them go away, not knowing what emotion it was, and after a while, he walked up to Zhu Biao and sat down.

One person, one bowl, watching the warm light spots gradually disappear in the dark night.

"Do you want to go back in the rain, or stay here for one night?" Zhu Biao asked with a sigh.

"Let's go back in the rain!" Zhichi quickly recovered from the sadness of parting. Knowing that this was the best ending, he jumped up and said with his hands on his hips, "We haven't punished that big landlord Liu De! Back then This man, after the prince took me back, he gave us a face, his uncle!"

Fengyang Village.

Clear sky.

After the rain at night, the front of Lu Jinai's door was muddy and there was water everywhere.

He rolled up his trousers, stepped into the mud, scooped out the rainwater from the pit with a wooden basin and poured it down the slope, so that the people who came to visit him would not get their clothes dirty.

One autumn rain and one cold, this year's food was taken away by Liu De, people would have starved to death, but His Highness is here, so he will definitely get them back, so we don't have to worry about food and drink, where can we get firewood?

Lu Jin'ai thought about it carefully. The old lady at the entrance of the village had a broken leg. Maybe the widow Liu who lived alone should take care of her.

After thinking about it, he never thought about what else he could eat besides persimmons, nor did he think about what kind of future he would have after Yingtian.

Liu Chubai lay under the sun, licking his fur listlessly. This is a skill he learned from Ju Fei. Lu Jinai’s house is really dilapidated and leaks everywhere. It didn’t work how he hid last night. Reservoir dogs.

After licking a few mouthfuls, Liu Chubai looked up at Lu Jin'ai. He was also dripping wet and had no clothes to change, but he was full of energy when working, and he didn't seem to be tired at all.

"Wang Wang!"

Suddenly there was a lot of faint sound of horseshoes in the distance, Liu Chubai knew what it was when he heard it, he jumped up quickly, lingered by the muddy water for a while, finally decided to jump in, grabbed Lu Jinai's sleeve and dragged him to the side of the road.

A group of cavalry appeared first, and the young general at the head obviously knew Liu Chubai. He reined in his horse and stopped, looked at Lu Jinai and said, "His Royal Highness ordered that the villagers of Fanfengyang Village leave the village immediately. The son of King Wu is ordered by the King of Wu to return to the village." Worship the ancestors in the village and entertain the villagers!"