"Dream has been known for a long time, can the world of mortals meet?"
Xie Yilu asked this question, and wrote it on jasmine paper with a Huzhou pen and silkworm ink, but he didn't receive a reply for three whole days. The man was like the last starlight on the top of Dongshan, and disappeared after a flash. up.
What kind of person is he, Xie Yilu couldn't help thinking, a scholar? Confucian businessmen? Or... an official like himself? There is an indescribable curiosity in his heart, which is as thrilling as guessing the face of the bride under the red hijab when newly married, but if this is the case, why does that person refuse to meet
Could it be... Xie Yilu blushed, "he" is a woman? A lady of every family, a lady in pink? He was a little afraid, afraid that it was a young lady who hadn't left the court, and that he would be charged with adultery, but the words didn't look like it, how could the female family members in the boudoir have such strong and iron words, "she" couldn't be... a Whore
Xie Yilu was suddenly panicked, except for entertainment, he never dealt with prostitutes in private, he thought he was pure and decent, how could he get his shoes wet on such a thing as "a confidante". Speaking of prostitutes, he thought of the Pearl Market in the north of Gandao Bridge, the trembling female sedan chair, and Ruan Tian. Yes, eunuchs are frequent customers of prostitutes, and no prostitute is innocent.
Xie Yilu pinched himself hard, he actually compared that person with an eunuch, this is really frustrating, like a bowl of clear water has been dripped with a few drops of stinky ink, making it dirty.
"Chun hoe... Chun hoe!" Qu Feng shouted beside him, Xie Yilu suddenly woke up from his absurd imagination, the incense stick in his hand was almost burned to the root, he threw it away, and shook his sleeve.
The two of them stood on the side of the road going up the mountain of Sureibo Temple. The road was bustling with pilgrims who came to worship Buddha. Today is the fifteenth day, and there are a lot of pilgrims.
"What are you thinking about?" Qu Feng looked at him with a flirtatious expression, "It's not long since you've been here, and you're dating?"
Xie Yilu felt guilty for no reason: "What are you talking about..." He shook the hem of his official robe and leaned towards him: "Well... is there anyone in Nanjing who is famous for calligraphy?"
"Yes, Zha Yongtu from the Ministry of Rites and Liang Ke from Youshan Academy are both called masters." Qu Feng pointed up the mountain, meaning to continue, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Xie Yilu followed him up: "Ah...just asking."
"By the way, it is said that there is another one," Qu Feng folded his fan, as if he had something rare to say, "Yes..." He was about to say, when the pilgrims in front suddenly started making noise, and many people blocked the road, waving Whispering angrily.
They went up to look, and the more they walked, the more crowded they got, and when they reached the small mountain gate, it turned out that the monks in the temple had blocked the road, and no one would let anyone pass the 500 steps down from the Daxiong Hall. This is a big man coming, Qu Feng and Xie Yilu looked at each other, walked down with interest, within two steps, a group of people rushed up, the leader was wearing a flying fish suit, with a stern face, it was Tu Yao.
Tu Yao was not an ordinary person, he saw Xie Yilu just by looking in the sea of people, but he pretended not to see him, and asked two people to open the way for him, and walked up slowly with his eyebrows raised.
The monk in charge saw that it was Jin Yiwei, so he came over respectfully, and wanted to explain, but was pushed away by the leader, and yelled at him in a big way: "Jin Yiwei Tu Qianhu is sending incense money for the Nanjing guard, get out of the way!"
The bustling mountain road was quiet for a while, and after a while, I heard the sound of chanting sutras on the main hall. It was the Nirvana Dharma Assembly: The Buddha told Ananda that in the past, there was a golden peacock king living there on the south side of the snow mountain. Every morning, I often read the Dharani of the Great Peacock Mingwang, the mother of the Buddha...
It is "The Peacock Sutra". The common people are reverent and respectful, but the man who butchered the key didn't care, and repeatedly poked the stone surface under his feet with the tip of his saber: "I told you to get out of the way, can't you hear me!"
The monk in charge didn't move or answer. Tu Yao got impatient and took the nanmu Buddha beads wrapped around his wrists to dust off the dust on the horse-faced skirt, and asked lazily and nonchalantly, "Who is inside?"
The monk clasped his hands together: "Master Liao of the Weaving Bureau."
Tu Yao stopped shaking his robe, fell silent for a while, and said in a gossip-like tone, "They are all four grades, you can come from the weaving bureau, but you can't come from Nanjing guards. What does Zhebo Temple mean?"
This is about to be labeled, Xie Yilu swallowed his saliva, guarding and weaving this level of Dang openly confronted, not to mention Nanjing, even in Beijing, it is rare.
The monk had nothing to answer, and Tu Yao was about to make trouble. At this time, the door of the Daxiong Palace opened, and two people walked out, closing the door behind their backs. They were so far away that Xie Yilu immediately recognized the one standing on the left and the right. It's Aliu and Zhang Cai, both wearing white clothes, lion parrot patch, and tooth tags on their waists.
Zhang Cai took a step forward and stood at the top of the stone steps. The injury on his head was not healed yet, and a branch of begonia was planted on his temple to cover the newly formed scar: "Who is making noise?" Scattered hem kicked up and held him in the crook of his arms, with a majestic posture.
Tu Yao raised his neck and tilted his head arrogantly. He and his people were so conspicuous that Zhang Cai couldn't see them.
"Who is making the noise!" Zhang Cai asked again in a long voice.
Tu Yao treated him like a child and smiled tepidly. Zhang Cai lowered his gaze and stared at him with dark eyes. A Liu rolled his eyes and wanted to go down with a knife on his back. Zhang Cai held him down once. chest, and yelled at Tu Yao violently: "I asked who made the noise!"
Tu Yao's eyes froze, and he stared back sullenly: "Jin Yiwei, Tu Yao!"
Zhang Cai smiled like a real child: "So it's Lord Tu," he casually cupped his hands, "I collided."
Tu Yao wanted to go up with this topic, but the monk in charge stopped him again, and Tu Yao came up angrily: "What are you weaving bureau doing!"
Zhang Cai was still full of smiles: "Nothing," he deliberately strolled on the stone steps, "Our Dugong is practicing Zen in the hall, please wait a moment, Mr. Tu."
"Absurd!" Tu Yao flicked his hand, and his men rushed out from behind and ran upwards. The monk couldn't stop him, so he heard a "boom", and rushed out from the Manjusri Hall and Puxian Hall on both sides of the Daxiong Hall. The people with the sabers were all eunuchs, all dressed in white, pouring down the stone steps like running water, until they reached Jin Yiwei Fanzi.
It's Liao Jixiang's clean army! It was said earlier that he had a team of dozens of eunuchs, all of them were brought from Gansu, and all of them had killed Tartars and seen their blood, and they were the ones who fought their lives back from the Temple of Yama.
Tu Yao and his men stopped moving, and retreated cautiously and even in fear. There was a "dong" sound on the main hall, and the people below were startled. They all followed the sound and looked up. It turned out that it was Ruan Tian who slammed the door. Seeing this battle, he burst into laughter: "The big guy moved, what did I think?" He giggled wildly, "So it's Tu Qianhu!"
He squatted down on the spot and swayed rascally on the highest stone step, "Zhang Cai, I only bring a few people with me, so you play like this... are you okay?"
What he was talking about was Zhang Cai, but it was Tu Yao who was embarrassing, there was nothing more embarrassing than this, he backed away with a blue face, just as he stepped back into the crowd, someone behind him yelled loudly: "Get out of the way! "
He turned his head and saw a group of white-clothed eunuchs came up with gold and copper plates, each plate was covered with ten taels and one ingot of patterned silver. , he tilted his head, his pair of red phoenix eyes were watery, and there was a hint of sarcasm in it: "Lord Tu," he looked at his empty hands, "You also come to make offerings?"
Tu Yao's face turned red, he didn't bring anything, he only brought five silver bills of one hundred taels, Zheng Mi's annual incense money was his filial piety, five hundred taels was the best he could do.
"Weina," Jin Tangjing said to the monk in charge, "please Master Tu go to the meditation hall I often use, find some good talking children to accompany me, and have a cup of hot tea."
He said good words, but the words were not well-intentioned. Tu Yao's face turned blue and white, he gritted his teeth, and walked away. At this time, someone among the pilgrims suddenly shouted: "The plate is not silver, it is the short money of the common people. Pear tree!"
Tu Yao stopped abruptly, and everyone present was as dumbfounded as he was. Tu Yao turned to look, and everyone stared sideways at a young man, tall, with a gentle face, Xie Yilu from Beijing.
Xie Yilu looked calm, but Qu Feng next to him was terrified, and he didn't even dare to stretch out his hand to pull him. On the top of the stone steps, Ruan Tian opened his mouth wide, stood up slowly, and was about to say a few harsh words. A slender, almost ethereal voice came from inside, and said coldly, "Open the door."
The sound of chanting stopped, and the vermilion door of the willow-leaf lattice hall was opened, and the sunlight poured into the dark Daxiong hall, illuminating a square inch of land in front of the Buddha, where there was a kneeling man in a narrow-sleeved white robe, turning his head to look Looking outside the hall, there are shining golden lamps and incense on the head, and the unmovable and compassionate face of Shakyamuni Buddha.
Xie Yilu was dumbfounded for a moment, this man has an aura, it has nothing to do with the menacing Jing army on the stone steps, and it has nothing to do with the pile of silver piled up high in the copper plate, it is not the arrogance of high position and weight, but the aura settled down to Calmness in the bones.
Is this Liao Jixiang? Xie Yilu was surprised, he was so different from Zheng Mian, Zheng Mian was exuded with extravagant and extravagant human fireworks, but he was desolate, if he wasn't a ghost, he was a fairy.
A big man bent down to hold Liao Jixiang's hand, Xie Yilu recognized it, and he was also disappointed. He carefully pulled the surnamed Liao from the futon. This big man was really thin, and his tall and reserved appearance should have been He has a bamboo pole and a gun, but when he takes a small step, he disappoints people—he has a deep foot and a shallow foot when he walks, and he is crippled.
"Duke!" All the eunuchs dressed in white knelt down, kneeling very low and even, their well-trained steps were not what a weaving eunuch should have, it was even worse than the guarding army.
Liao Jixiang was limping on his left leg, as if his knee was broken, and he couldn't bear it. Yi Shiha was protecting it tightly, as if he was protecting a charming lady. Xie Yilu was surprised by his size, his slender waist, It seems that one hand can hold it, and one hand can break it. He wears a unicorn patch, his narrow face is as white as snow flakes, and his facial features are extremely pale.
Before the person came to the front, Xie Yilu had already smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, carried by the spring breeze, mixed with the smell of grass leaves, and if you carefully identify it, there is also a sweet smell of milk.
Yi Shiha hurriedly helped him down, because standing on the steps, Liao Jixiang was condescending, his eyes were exquisite, with thin double eyelids, and his lips were common in Bodhisattva statues, not beautiful, but plump. He looked at Xie Yilu calmly, and asked, "What's your name?"
Xie Yilu had never looked at the dignitaries so closely, and he couldn't help but be fascinated.
"Ask your name." Yi Shiha urged, Xie Yilu's cheeks blushed, and he stumbled to give his name. Liao Jixiang had no expression on his dull face. Jintang, Ruan Tian, Zhang Cai, and Aliu all couldn't blink She blinked at him, waiting for his order.
"Ruan Tian," finally, Liao Jixiang tilted his head and hit the Annan man, "Do you remember?"
How can I describe Ruan Tian's expression, like a vicious dog used to fighting outside showing its belly in front of its owner, wagging its tail happily: "Remember!"
Liao Jixiang coughed and clasped Yishiha's hand. Aliu saw it and immediately went down to open the way for him. Ji Xiang carried it on his back.
The people from the Weaving Bureau retreated in batches, and the pilgrims who passed the small mountain gate were chattering and abusing, Xie Yilu heard Qu Feng say, "Don't go out for the next two days."
"It's not possible," he forced himself to smile, deliberately acting free and easy, "at worst, I will be demoted to Liaodong again."
Qu Feng tugged at him, and stared angrily with a pair of beautiful peach eyes, "His name is Ruan Tian!"
Xie Yilu was puzzled, Qu Feng was silent at first, and then sighed, "If his name is Jintang, you still have life..."
Xie Yilu understood, and if he didn't understand, he would be foolish. He was quiet for a while, and then said: "Come on, I'll wait."
Qu Feng didn't answer these words.
Returning to the city from Zhebo Temple, Xie Yilu and Qu Feng parted ways, hurried to Lingfu Temple, and searched and tested the stone lamp, but still found nothing. That person didn't want to see him, he raised his hands empty, and sat down in the newly grown grass, lonely, maybe there was a trace of complaint, he folded his head heavily on his chest.
Returning home with a butt of mud, he plunged into the study to spread paper and grind ink. He rolled up his sleeves several times and wanted to write, but he stopped abruptly. Suddenly, a tear fell on the paper. He wiped it vigorously, and wrote in a hurry: Life and death, honor and disgrace, between night and day,
The soul is haunted by dreams, and this is the only thought.