Talk about the world of mortals in detail

It is a long way from Chengtian Mansion to Suzhou. When Emperor Dayong sent people to Suzhou, the camp at Xiangshan Zen Monastery had already set off.

It is impossible both emotionally and rationally to seal off Xiangshan Zen Monastery for a long time, nor to keep a group of obviously innocent people in custody.

What's more, there are still the feelings of Yi Shuyuan, Long Feiyang, and the current monk unable to exist.

As for the long-bearded monk who has been missing, perhaps it is just as the monk could not say, he is not an ordinary person.

After the soldiers and horses left, Xiangshan Chanyuan suddenly became deserted.

The pilgrims and merchants who were originally detained here naturally left immediately, and because of the previous military clearance and notices posted, no new pilgrims came.

Not only soldiers, pilgrims, and travelers left, but less than half of the original monks in the temple left.

Some of these monks left quickly because they did not pay the ultimatum and were afraid of being implicated in the incident, while others were frightened and no longer wanted to be monks, so they simply returned to secular life.

For a time, the entire Xiangshan Temple became deserted.

In the early morning, in the square courtyard in front of Xiangshan Zen Monastery, some monks from the temple were cleaning up the square.

Nearly half of the bluestone on the ground has been broken, and there are even many small dents made by the gravel on the courtyard wall. The dents left by the palms of the two innate masters are particularly obvious.

These damages cannot be repaired by just a few monks. They can only move some gravel away, or simply fill it directly on the exposed mud.

Of course, Xiangshan Chanyuan also has some incense money saved, and perhaps there will be donations from devotees in the future. The Sanxiang County Yamen also said that it will try its best to support it, and it will be restored sooner or later.

Of course, Monk Wu was also involved. He now took off his old monk's robe and put on the brown monk's robe from Xiangshan Zen Monastery.

In addition to the monks, the only outsiders in the temple were also helping, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng, and the only one who stayed briefly, Duan Silie.

After cleaning up for a while, the other monks left one after another. It was not that they were lazy, but that some of the stones under them were too big to move.

Although the helpless monk has lost his martial arts, his physique is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and he still has strength, so he is still moving some big rocks and filling them on the very exposed soil.

Duan Silie was not wearing armor and was wearing regular clothes with his sleeves rolled up. He also moved some large rocks to fill up the ruined ground as much as possible.

Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already stopped, watching the helpless monk tirelessly repeating similar tasks, but they could vaguely feel the monk's inner peace.

As for Duan Silie, although he was also repeating mechanical work, his mind was very active and he was always thinking about some sentences in Guiyuan Gong.

Naturally, when he stayed here, he took the opportunity to ask the monk for some details of "Gui Yuan Gong", and also wanted to ask Long Feiyang for advice.

It's a pity that Long Feiyang came and went without a trace, and disappeared after a brief meeting that day.

Although there were only two people carrying the large rocks, the efficiency was very high. In less than half a day, all the conspicuous large rocks had been filled back to the ground.

The helpless monk patted the dust in his hands and straightened up.

Looking at the square in the front yard now, although the bluestones on the ground are mostly broken, they are no longer so eye-catching. The only thing that is particularly conspicuous may be the big depression.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

Duan Silie breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, and took out the Guiyuan Gong that the monk had previously written silently all day and night from his arms. After flipping through a few pages, he practiced the martial arts in the field.

Shi Sheng ran nearby and followed suit with punches and kicks. He followed the example and punched randomly, seeming to enjoy it.

"Master, do you want to stay in Xiangshan Zen Monastery or continue to travel?"

When Yi Shuyuan's words came, the helpless monk turned his eyes towards Duan Silie, with a smile on his face.

"The poor monk will practice in Xiangshan Zen Monastery for a period of time, maybe he will stay there permanently, and maybe he can still walk."

You're also waiting for an ultimatum, right?

Yi Shuyuan smiled and said nothing more, but looked at Duan Silie who was intoxicated in practicing martial arts.

"My friend said that the master's Guiyuan Gong is indeed wonderful, but using the Guiyuan Pill as a supplement is too harsh."

"What Mr. Duan said is true, but General Duan has the body-building method passed down by Senior Long, which can make up for the lack of Guiyuan Pill to a certain extent. With his talent, he may be able to introduce new ones. I hope he can enter the innate realm in the future. Bar."

What Yi Shuyuan wanted to say was not just Duan Silie, he changed the topic.

"The main ingredient of the Guiyuan Pill is probably the gallbladder of the snow python, right?"

The helpless monk looked surprised. Not to mention the people here, almost no one even knew about it in the Nanyan martial arts world. The few who knew about it have now turned into dust.

But when I thought about it again, I realized that the Mr. Yi in front of me was not an ordinary person.

Yi Shuyuan put away his smile and said calmly.

"Yi once read in a book on alchemy that snow python gallbladder is a rare spiritual creature in the world. Taking it alone can prolong life and greatly improve your skills, but it can also easily attract bad luck. Master, are you uneasy?"

However, when Monk Wu heard this, his face showed no emotion.

"You bring this misfortune upon yourself, suffer upon yourself. If this is where the poor monk returns, there is no need to worry. I, the Buddha, am merciful!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly and looked sideways towards the inside of the temple. The top of the Miguang Hall was visible at a glance, shining golden in the sun.

Isn’t this also okay?

Obviously, there was no movement on the relic.

However, Yi Shuyuan suddenly smiled and thought to himself, why was he so anxious? Although the relic did not move, it did not fly back. He could only say, don't be impatient, just wait for fate.

The helpless monk suddenly asked again.

"Mr. Yi, you are knowledgeable and know things like a god, and you are also familiar with Buddhism. You can even convince masters like Senior Rulong. I dare to ask you, who are you?"

In the monk's mind, Yi Shuyuan was almost as good as the Buddha's incarnation, and he came here specifically to enlighten him, but the gentleman also made it clear that he was definitely not a member of the Buddhist sect.

"Hey~"

Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Yi is just a storyteller. He likes to travel around the world, see all kinds of things, record what he sees and compile it into stories."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan paused for a moment before looking at the monk beside him and continued.

"For example, Master, the book "Unable Monk" is far from over in Yi's opinion. We will meet again in the future if we are destined."

Even though Monk Wen had given up everything now, he still had some waves in his heart after hearing Yi Shuyuan's words.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

A folding fan slipped out of Yi Shuyuan's sleeve, and with a sound of "thorn~" the fan unfolded and swayed in the breeze. There were fallen leaves rolling in the courtyard, and everyone's clothes were fluttering slightly.

"Yi is not a monk, so he won't stay in Xiangshan Zen Monastery all the time, right? To be honest, I have eaten enough of these vegetarian dishes!"

While laughing, Yi Shuyuan was already fanning himself towards the backyard. A moment later, another sound came from far away.

"Shisheng~~~"

"Oh! Master is here -"

Shi Sheng shouted, stopped boxing with Duan Silie, and hurried to the backyard.

When Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng turned around the backyard one after another, monk Zhaoli put his hands together and performed Buddhist salutes to each of them.

Many days later, the imperial envoys rushed to Suzhou. After first going to the Dudu Mansion and Suzhou Camp, they hurriedly returned to Xiangshan Zen Monastery with Duan Silie, who had just returned.

It's a pity that Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already left by that time.

The eunuch was summoned to go around the temple and handed over the ultimatum given by the emperor to Monk Feng. He also handed over the emperor's calligraphy treasure and five hundred taels of incense money to Zen Master Guangji.

Finally, the messenger stood by the dent left by the palms of the two innate masters and sighed before leaving with regret.

The summoned eunuch regretted not being able to retain Mr. Yi, but also because he saw traces in the courtyard and wished he could witness the showdown between innate masters.

At the end of the 16th year of Chengxing, on the eve of the Lunar New Year, in the temple at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in Sanxiang County, Suzhou, the emperor sent an envoy to give him a calligraphy treasure - Xiangshan Temple.

Since then, Xiangshan Temple has rebuilt a plaque based on the emperor's calligraphy treasures and changed its name to Xiangshan Temple.

As soon as the emperor's reward arrived, the Xiangshan Pagoda, which had been deserted and had some bad rumors, suddenly became crowded with believers from all over the state and wealthy gentry and dignitaries from all over the country.

This year's New Year's Eve seems to be particularly lively. The city of Mingzhou is noisy with gongs and drums, but the courtyard of the Mo Mansion always feels a little deserted in the hearts of the Mo family.

The servants set off firecrackers at the door to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, and Mrs. Mo prayed to God and worshiped Buddha in the shrine.

It took a while for the New Year's Eve dinner to be ready. Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo cuddled up in front of the classroom door and looked at the sky.

"I don't know how it will be after giving birth. I miss home."

"Madam, don't worry, my son will be with Mr. Yi. How can a godly man let my son suffer?"

"Um!"

"Madam, if you miss your child so much, why don't we get another one?"

Mr. Mo put his mouth close to Mrs. Mo's ear, and while speaking softly, he put his hand into Mrs. Mo's fur.

At this time, a servant hurried over, and Mrs. Mo slapped Master Mo's hand away.

"Master, madam, we can't find Master Qi."

Mr. Mo seemed to have nothing happened and asked his servants as usual.

"Have you looked for it at home?"

"I went. I also went to the Niangniang Temple, several other temples, and some teahouses and restaurants where Master Qi often went, but no one was there. Then Po Yu from the Niangniang Temple said that Master Qi had probably left Mingzhou. , I won’t be able to come back in a short time.”

"Okay, you go down."

"yes!"

Mr. Mo sighed and looked to his side again. Mrs. Mo had already hid some distance away and whispered something.

"Let's talk about it tonight."

——

In Suzhou City, which is far away from Mingzhou City, in the elegant room of a restaurant, Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian and Shi Sheng were sitting at or standing on the table.

In front of him was a table full of meat and vegetable dishes, and Shi Sheng, whose parents were worried about him, had a big chicken drumstick in his hand and was devouring it.

Hui Mian used the plate as a rice bowl and ate a whole plate of braised fish alone.

Yi Shuyuan's eating style was much more elegant, but his chopsticks were not slow at all.

Suddenly, Yi Shuyuan, who was picking up vegetables, paused slightly, as if he felt something in his heart, and after a little calculation, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sir, what's wrong?" "Master, I'll leave you a chicken leg."

Yi Shuyuan said with a smile.

"Eat yours!"

——

At this moment, in Yuanjiang County, far away in Yuezhou, although the Yi family is inferior, compared with the original villagers, they are already considered a wealthy family.

Not only is there a lot of fertile land, but if you can’t plant it yourself, you still need to hire people to help cultivate it.

The original old house has been demolished and rebuilt, and a courtyard has been built.

Yi Abao, who was about to turn fifteen, was playing in the study room at home with a few friends.

The hometowns of these friends were all far away, and they came to Yuezhou Academy to study. As a classmate, Yi Abao warmly invited several of his close friends to go back to his home to spend New Year's Eve together.

They are all of the same age. They are all curious about new things and rebellious. They are respectful to the Master in the academy, so it is inevitable that this meeting will be arranged behind the scenes.

They happened to be talking about which of the many masters in the academy had good calligraphy and which one was bad at handwriting, but A Bao stood aside and said nothing.

"What do you think, Abao?" "Yes, Brother Yi, don't be so serious, we're not in the academy!"

"Hey, I'm not a serious person. When it comes to calligraphy, what does a master in an academy mean? He's not even as good as my uncle!"

"Ah?" "What do you mean?" "Could it be that your uncle's calligraphy is very good?"

At this age, Po also likes to brag, and now he is acting incomprehensible.

"That's natural. My uncle is just too lazy to fight for the reputation of the world. He was not sensible when he was a child. Now that he has gradually accumulated knowledge and broadened his horizons, only then can he realize the exquisiteness of his calligraphy!"

"What about your uncle?"

"Well, I went out when I was very young and I never came back."

"I think Brother Yi is bragging!" "It's not just bragging, it's just eating bullshit!"

"Perhaps it was Brother Yi's uncle who was bragging and making Brother Yi believe it when he was a child!"

"Hahahahaha"

The friend said it as a joke, but Po was a little angry.

"I can say that I can't speak ill of my uncle!"

Seeing that Abao was really angry, the others immediately restrained themselves, but their curiosity was aroused.

"Brother Yi, in that case, do you have your uncle's calligraphy?" "Yes, let us see it!"

Abao frowned.

"My uncle did leave a lot of calligraphy treasures in the county government, but he was treated as a treasure there. When the old county magistrate was promoted and transferred, he took away all the county chronicles compiled by his uncle. The chief bookkeeper came here specially for this purpose. My family is crying."

"So magical?" "There is such a thing!"

People's interest became more and more intense.

"Then you don't even have a set of calligraphy at home?" "Yes, is he your uncle?"

Abao suddenly became anxious.

"Yes! Of course there is! When my family was in decline, I didn't even ask my uncle to leave a letter, but I still have a pair of calligraphy treasures!"