Rebirth of Buddhism

The clothes are simple, but it can show the unparalleled appearance of this person. The emperor green in the hair is the finishing touch. The beauty is dreamlike, making people want to reach out and touch him, so that they can confirm the beauty in front of them. People are real.

Deng Jinghe thought so, and he did the same, as if he was bewitched by something.

Yuan Lu watched from the side as the man suddenly stopped talking, his eyes only looked in one direction, and that direction was his cousin he had always liked, and he became even angrier.

"What are you thinking! Don't look!" Yuan Lu's face turned cold and thorough, "Get him out, if he can't get out, he will be beaten! If he is injured or killed, I will be responsible!"

The martial artist hired in the store knew Deng Jinghe, and he kept holding hands for fear that the two families would cause too much trouble, but stopped him for a while. Now that the master said so, there was nothing he could do.

Deng Jinghe practiced martial arts, he was skilled and flexible, not only dodged it, but he was one step closer to Fu Zhiyu.

He has such a character, he will do anything when he sees anything, even if it is a robbery, he will snatch it back, and he doesn't take Yuanlu's warning at all.

But Fu Zhiyu was much more flexible than he had imagined. In a flash, Deng Jinghe jumped into the air, and when he stopped, his figure became a little unsteady.

Yuan Mingdao just came back at this time, holding a bag of snacks for his master in his arms. He happened to see this scene, and his face suddenly became ugly. Chop down.

Deng Jinghe was stopped before he touched Fu Zhiyu's clothes. Yuan Mingdao's movements were much faster than the martial artists in the shop. He couldn't dodge in time, and his shoulder was scratched by the blade of the full moon scimitar, although the wound was not deep , but also saw blood.

After several tricks, Deng Jinghe was forced out of the store by Yuan Mingdao.Ming Dao knew this person, and now his subordinates are well-measured, and he didn't kill them all, lest the trouble would end badly.

Besides, this shop has just opened, and if something big happens, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do business in the future.

"Hurry up!" Yuan Lu became more confident with this helper, and seeing that he was still staring at Fu Zhiyu, she stepped forward to block his gaze, "You troublesome toad I want to eat swan meat!!"

Deng Jinghe knew Yuan Mingdao, he really didn't make any preparations today, and he didn't bring many people with him. After a little weighing, he knew that he couldn't get much favor from him.

But he was unwilling to leave at the door, staring at the exposed hem of the man's clothes, and heard Yuan Mingdao ask him in a low voice: "Master, is everything okay?"

"It's okay," Fu Zhiyu shook his head, "I just came out to take a look."

Deng Jinghe's actions seemed a bit strange to him, but Fu Zhiyu also felt that Ming Dao's reaction was somewhat excessive.

The master of Yuan Ming Dao?

Deng Jinghe was stunned for a moment when he heard this address, and then he came to his senses.

"You are King Zhao?" He asked in surprise, "King Zhao Fu Zhiyu?"

It is true that Fu Zhiyu seldom went out, and he rejected all invitations from several big families. Deng Jinghe had been doing business abroad for a long time, and only recently came back. In the past few years, he has never seen him once.

Before Fu Zhiyu could answer, Deng Jinghe seemed to understand, with a strange smile on his face, and then said: "Master Zhao, we are destined to meet again."

"Who is destined to be a shameless villain like him?" Yuan Lu looked at his back as he left, and sneered, "I will beat him every time I see him in the future."

"Then you should have enough time to practice martial arts seriously now." Yuan Mingdao reminded him straightforwardly, "Otherwise you really can't beat him."

Some of the snacks that Yuan Mingdao brought to Fu Zhiyu fell off, but most of them were left. He was a little embarrassed, but Fu Zhiyu naturally took them from his arms and asked, "Go back?"

"Well, the new arrivals have been delivered to the back, I have nothing to do," Yuan Mingdao said, "Shall I go shopping with the master?"

Fu Zhiyu shook his head, and said, "Stop shopping, let's go back and eat, the mansion has cooked delicious dishes today."

"it is good."

Originally, it was hard to go out because of shopping, but Fu Zhiyu was not in a good mood today.

Deng Jinghe made him unhappy.

What he did in his previous life cannot be wrong. After all, he did not start the matter of the Yuan family. The things left by the Yuan family would be taken away by him or others. But now that the Yuan family is fine, this tit-for-tat fate There is no way to avoid it.

Doing business is always like this. Although harmony makes money, there are always limited ways to make money, and competition is inevitable.

It's not that Fu Zhiyu doubts the abilities of Yuan Jiangwen and Yuan Lu. It's just that this incident reminded him of the original work. It's not that his own affairs have passed. The river of fate has stopped here. This is not the time to do it once and for all.

Realizing this incident made Fu Zhiyu unavoidably a little annoyed.

Yuan Mingdao saw that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't say much after getting into the carriage, but just calmed down, leaving Fu Zhiyu alone for a while.

A few days after returning to the mansion, Fu Zhiyu tasted all the snacks that Yuanmingdao gave him. Some were from southern Xinjiang, and some were bought by Yuanmingdao on the side of the roadside running a business. There were all kinds of snacks. There are all of them, not all of them are delicious, after all, they are outside products, not as exquisite as those made in the mansion, but there are a few that are good.

Fu Zhiyu likes the sweet-scented osmanthus candies in it the most. They are wrapped in oiled paper. They are small pieces, sweet but not greasy. They are a bit different from the sweet-scented osmanthus candies that are often eaten here in the south of the Yangtze River. He picked them out and ate them all.

Seeing that he likes it, Yuan Mingdao was a little happy and a little bit regretful, and said: "It seems that I bought it in southern Xinjiang, or which shop in the south of the Yangtze River? I bought too many kinds, and I don't really remember it. It is simple and crude. , I probably bought it casually, next time I will go and have a look, and bring some for the master."

With the last piece of candy in his mouth, Fu Zhiyu answered vaguely, and nodded after listening.

He is not a very greedy person, although he likes it very much, but there is no reason to bother Yuan Mingdao, and he repeatedly told him not to run around because of this little sugar, just forget it if he can't find it.

As a result, Yuan Mingdao’s horse team didn’t leave for long, and Fu Zhiyu ate sweet-scented osmanthus candies on the dining table in the mansion. It was served as an after-dinner snack. Fu Zhiyu didn’t recognize it at first, and the candies were cut into neat pieces. The squares are also much brighter in color. He thought it was Steward Zhou who saw that he liked it and ordered the small kitchen to develop it, but the taste was exactly the same as what he had eaten before.

Are the cooks in the mansion so magical?

"I bought it outside," Zhou Butler explained. "It's a newly opened shop. I saw a lot of people queuing up, and thought that the master likes it recently, so I tried to buy some. Does the master like it?"

Both Fu Zhiyu and Yuan Wanyun liked it quite a lot, but it was too sweet after all, so it's not suitable to eat more, it's okay to taste it occasionally.

How is it such a coincidence?

Fu Zhiyu gnawed on the candy with puffed cheeks, thinking while eating, that shop is really newly opened, and there are other snacks in the store besides osmanthus candy, butler Zhou saw that he likes it, and bought some other ones back.

Not to mention sweet-scented osmanthus candies, the rest of the snacks are very similar to those eaten in the bag that Fu Zhiyu brought back from Yuan Mingdao, but because the appearance has become much more refined, it looks a little different, but the taste is exactly the same.

Steward Zhou also knew something was wrong, so he went to inquire about it, and came back to explain: "It is said that the shop is from the southern Xinjiang side, and the taste is from the southern Xinjiang side. The food here is special, but it is ordinary in their side. Taste it."

Am I overthinking?

Fu Zhiyu thought.

When Yuan Mingdao came back this time, he brought him a large bag of candies as promised, but when he came back, he saw the ones on the table, and he couldn't help being surprised.

"I also specifically inquired with the peddler. This candy is unique to a village in southern Xinjiang, and many people can make it," Yuan Mingdao said, "It's just that people in southern Xinjiang rarely want to leave their hometown, otherwise I would You can bring a cook back to the master."

"There's no need to make it so big, it's just snacks." Fu Zhiyu couldn't laugh or cry, and felt a little relieved after hearing this, "I don't have to worry about it in the future, there are sells at the door."

As for Deng Jinghe, I haven't seen him since that time.

Steward Zhou said that he had handed over the post, but according to Fu Zhiyu's usual style, this post never reached his hands, and Steward Zhou suppressed it directly. Later, when Yuan Lu came to chat, he gloated and said that he was a businessman. When I was in the team, I fell into a big hole, and the business I negotiated disappeared for no reason, and I don't know how much money I lost.

"But cousin, there is a major event in Jiangnan recently, and you may not be able to push this matter away."

"I know," Fu Zhiyu waved his hand and said, "Dragon raises its head on the second day of February, and there will be a temple fair in the south of the Yangtze River. It's not the first time I've been here, I've experienced it before."

"This year is different," Yuan Lu said. "This year is a rare and auspicious year. As the king of Jiangnan, my cousin will definitely attend the sacrifice. The sacrifice is to protect the good weather in the south of the Yangtze River. Everyone is very concerned. If my cousin does not go If you don’t pay attention to it, the people will be unhappy when they see it.”

Hearing what he said, Fu Zhiyu became serious.

In previous years, there were no sacrifices in the temple fairs, and Yuan Jianghang would attend on their behalf. It would be enough to burn a stick of incense at the White Horse Temple outside Luanzhou City. No one said anything was wrong.

"In the past, this kind of great sacrifice was done by the governor of Jiangnan. Now that my cousin is the king of Jiangnan, I am afraid that this matter will not be able to escape," Yuan Lu explained. "In fact, there is no need to prepare anything. Most things are left to Baima The abbot of the monastery will do it, and my cousin only needs to go up in the middle and offer a total of three sticks of incense."

...sounds very simple.

Although Fu Zhiyu has always been able to push things away, this matter is very important to the whole of Jiangnan, and the people value it very much. This kind of auspicious year is rarely seen once in several years. It would be a bit too much to push it all away. up.

The prefect of Luanzhou also specially came over to explain the process to him, and even demonstrated it on the spot.

"It's very simple," he said, "Your Highness King Zhao, don't worry."

The prefect of Luanzhou is simple and honest, and his speech always has a meaning that is easy to believe.

"Okay," Fu Zhiyu nodded, as if he had accepted the matter, "I see, I will prepare carefully."

"That would be great," the prefect showed a cheerful smile, resembling a Maitreya Buddha, "It is the blessing of the whole Jiangnan that King Zhao is willing to attend."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and left.But this very kind-looking prefect of Luanzhou, after turning around and putting away all the smiles on his face, no matter how he looked at him, he felt a bit indescribably sinister. .