Bazhong is a famous mountain city in northern Sichuan, but the urban area of Bazhong City seems to be built on a plain. Looking around, it is difficult to see any big mountains. If you really want to say that there are mountains, then there are also mountains. , Wangwang Mountain, two kilometers south of the city, is more than 800 meters above sea level, which is considered a mountain.
The Bazhong people have a custom that they have to climb Wangwang Mountain on the 16th of the first lunar month each year. Over time, a unique "climbing festival" that has been passed down for more than a thousand years has been formed in Bazhong. There is still a piece of history about this climbing festival. .
More than a thousand years ago, Prince Zhang Huai of the Tang Dynasty, who was Wu Zetian’s second son, Li Xian, was trafficked to Bazhou by his mother. He often climbed a mountain in the south of the city and shed tears facing the north. Later, the prince Zhang was pregnant. It was buried here. In order to commemorate him, the mountain was called "Wangwang Mountain".
Wangwang Mountain can be regarded as a famous scenic spot in Bazhong. In addition to the temple built by the descendants of Li Xian on the mountain, its natural landscape is also excellent. At least for the residents who have been in the busy city for a long time, the green mountains and forests all the year round. It is a luxurious enjoyment. Besides, there are temples on this mountain and there are monks, and because of the promotion of the climbing festival, this Wangwang Mountain has become one of the most scenic spots in Bazhong. If foreigners come to Bazhong, if they don’t go to Wangwang Mountain. After playing around, it seems to be called a joke. . .
There are many monks on the mountain, the total number is no less than twenty.
Social development has progressed to this day, and science has become more advanced. On the contrary, citizens are more interested in drawing lots and fortune-telling, and Wang Wangshan's monks can also fortune-telling. Only those who have done the fortune-telling know whether they are allowed or not. There are quite a lot of tourists who draw lots of fortune-telling. Even in the off-season, dozens of people can be received every day, but at the peak of tourism, more than 20 monks can not come to pick up guests.
There are more tourists, so the money for incense will naturally be donated. The monks on the mountain are also "fuller" than each, which makes people wonder: Does this monk eat meat every day? Otherwise, how could he grow so fat and red.
As the saying goes, when a monk chants a day of sutras, monks will recite sutras. The monks on Wangwang Mountain are no exception. But in recent years, where will anyone ask the monks to set up a dojo
But there are exceptions. Someone took the initiative to find these monks on Wangwang Mountain today.
Seeing that a coffin was placed outside the Daxiong Hall, this made Monk Wu Neng more or less unhappy, early in the morning, bad luck. However, no matter how angry, the monk's temperament must be maintained. Monk Wu Neng frowned and stared at the two men in front of him. The man was unusually sturdy, about 1.9 meters tall, and his eyes were full of grief and anger, and he was young. The man who is less than 20 years old is very handsome, and his eyes are a little sad and "confused". . .
Needless to say, this young man is naturally Ye Feng, and the older man does not even know his name.
"Two donors, don't you know what's going on when you came here early in the morning?"
Seeing the host frowned, all the monks couldn’t help but frowned, especially when they saw the eyes of the middle-aged man, everyone couldn’t help but dodge a little, and Ye Feng was also calm, what Without saying anything, it made the atmosphere even more weird.
"I want to use your dojo to do rituals for him!" Pointing to the coffin, the middle-aged man's tone cannot be objected.
"How to do things?" Monk Wu Neng was taken aback, he almost forgot how to do things. For so many years, I have rarely encountered such a business to come to the door. Even if there is, it is absolutely impossible to carry the dead into this monastery. They all set up a mourning hall in the home of the deceased, and then simply recite the scriptures.
"Aren't you monks? Don't you know how to recite the scriptures?" The middle-aged man frowned.
Monk Wu Neng hurriedly said: "The donor misunderstood, of course we know how to do things, but now few people invite us to save the dead, even if there are, it is generally impossible to be in this temple, so -"
Taking out a stack of banknotes, estimated to be at least 10,000 yuan, and squeezing it into the hands of Monk Wu Neng, the middle-aged man said solemnly, "I can always do it with money, right?"
The old monk Wu Neng blushed, but his eyes lit up, and he gave the younger brother next to him a "gaze". This was embarrassing: "We monks, we regard money as dung, if the donor is willing to give alms to incense money, then I thanked the Bodhisattva in the temple, but we still need to discuss things about this dojo!"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Is it because you want money, but you can't do things?"
A monk next to Monk Wu Neng rushed and said: "The donor has misunderstood, this is a ritual, but it will take all of us three days and three nights, and we have to recite the sutras. It’s really hard, and once we do something. , We can’t open the venue for visitors to come in and have fun, the incense money will also be greatly reduced, this little money, it seems, it seems—"
In fact, this more than 10,000 yuan has been enough to cover the entire temple for three days, and now it is off-season. Few people can go up to the mountain every day to play. It seems that this monk's appetite is really not small. . . . .
The middle-aged man didn’t wait for the man to finish speaking, and had already shot at lightning speed. He didn’t ask the monk who was speaking to him. Instead, he immediately pinched Monk Wu Neng and mentioned it in mid-air, because his neck was tightly choked. Where can the monk be able to say half a word, two hands want to open the middle-aged man's hand, but it seems to be pulling two iron tongs.
"It turns out that monks are also greedy for money. How much should I give you? I have my own mind. Where can I allow you to bargain with me? Believe it or not, I will crush your neck? You have to do this business today, or if you don't do it. It has to be done!" A sharp light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Okay, let go of our master, the benefactor, he can't stand you like this, let's just agree!" The monk next to him was anxious. Seeing Monk Wu Neng his eyes turned white, his face turned from red to white. Turn green again.
He threw Monk Wu Neng to the ground with a bang, and the latter immediately yelled and exhaled with an open mouth, and massaged his neck with his hand for a long time before he dared to stare at the middle-aged man tremblingly. At a glance, he immediately took a half step back in fright, before he said: "Donor, if you have something to say, we just agree."
From the beginning to the end, Ye Feng did not move, even his expression did not change. Although the middle-aged man was just a small test, for Ye Feng, the skill of this middle-aged man is really hard to match himself, but in fact the middle-aged man's The skill is indeed considered high-strength, at least not much worse than Long Chun and the others, it can be regarded as a first-class master. . .
Wang Wangshan was closed for three days and three nights to chant for Lao Wang, while the middle-aged man had been sitting with him in the hall and had a vegetarian meal for three days. Ye Feng just made a few phone calls with Liu Ruoyi. He didn't go back.
A large amount of ice was placed in Lao Wang’s coffin, so after three days, he did not smell the slightest smell. According to Lao Wang’s arrangement, the middle-aged man buried him in a depression of Wangwang Mountain. According to tradition, the tomb should be Face east and lean to the west, but the old Wang’s head is an exception. If you have to face north and lean to the south, the middle-aged man will do what he wants. Of course, he understands Lao Wang’s request. But after death he still has to face north, because there are too many stories about him in the north.
This cemetery can be regarded as a treasure of feng shui, Ye Feng knows some feng shui knowledge, and the middle-aged man seems to be familiar with this, so the two people agree, and there is no contradiction in choosing the location.
In fact, Monk Wu Neng also knows some feng shui. He saw that Ye Feng and the middle-aged man buried the old king in the heart of the dragon vein of this mountain. He wanted to stop it, but he didn’t dare to say anything when he saw the middle-aged man. What, and he also called a relative in the municipal party committee privately. It was naturally to report the middle-aged man's intention to kill him. Unfortunately, his relatives only persuaded him to comply after the investigation. . .
With a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts, and a half-baked Qin opera, Ye Feng is very serious to see off Lao Wang, his eyes are red, which makes middle-aged people look at him with admiration.
"Sing well!" The middle-aged man drank the wine in one glass.
Ye Feng also took a drink, shook his head, and sighed: "No matter how good you sing, it is difficult to sing the smell that Lao Wang sang. It is so sad and heroic. I can never catch up with him. !"
"It can be seen that the relationship between you and Wang Lao is very shallow, and I also know that he has high hopes for you, and I hope you don't let him down!" The middle-aged man stared at Ye Feng and said in a deep voice.
Ye Feng was stunned: "I have a very good relationship with Lao Wang. This is true, but if you want to say what high hopes he has placed on me, where do you start?"
"Even if you have a good relationship with the old man, he will never tell you about his past, right?" The middle-aged man smiled sadly, seeming to think of many past events.
Ye Feng said, "This is true. In fact, I am also very curious about Lao Wang's past. I know he is not an ordinary person..."
"Do you know the phrase "Nan Chen Bei He"?" the middle-aged man asked.
Ye Feng was shocked. He had heard of these words before. These four words refer to the two princes of North and South China respectively.
***There are in all dynasties, and it is even more common in the capital. This is an interest group formed by a group of high-ranking officials or the children of wealthy businessmen. Although it is different from **, its influence and energy far exceed **. Now He Zeyi of Beijing is the new Southern Crown Prince. His father, He Jixian, is a member of the Central Committee. The Communist Party is extremely powerful, with forces in the three northeastern provinces and the Beijing Military Region. This is also the so-called "North He".
"Southern Chen" refers to Chen Kaibing, the son of Chen Pengfei, commander of the Chengdu Military Region. Chen Kaibing, the third son of the Chen family, holds the economic lifeline of the entire provinces of Sichuan, Yunnan, and Guizhou. His brother Chen Wenbing is the commander of the Lanzhou Military Region Air Force. The younger sister Chen Qingying is a well-known host of Tibet TV. She has a wide range of contacts and popularity in Tibet. There are rumors that Chen Qingying is a member of the Central Party in Tibet. His status is subtle. So far, the Chen family’s power has spread throughout the southwestern provinces, and Chen Kaibing is even more reputed. A gifted man born to the Chen family.
Some people say that China has two princes, the southern prince refers to Chen Kaibing, and the northern prince refers to He Zeyi.
"Does Mr. Wang have anything to do with ***?" Ye Feng muttered to himself, thinking about the age of Mr. Wang, it is impossible to have too much connection with ***. . .
"Not bad." The middle-aged man replied affirmatively.
This made Ye Feng even more curious: "Ah! Does it really matter?"
"In fact, Nan Chen Bei He was just a later statement. Ten years ago, it was actually called Nan Chen Bei Wang. Who is this king? You should be able to guess it?" The middle-aged man seemed to know this kind of past.
Ye Feng's heart is shocked, can't it, Pharaoh is the elder prince? But why did he end up in Bazhong
"Then, how could he have fallen into the field where he is now? Isn't he "forced" by someone? It's not He Zeyi, right?" Ye Feng's mind turned straight and fast enough.
"You are only half right. The prince will fall here. The outside world thinks that He Zeyi's "forced" it. In fact, it is not true. The prince and He Zeyi are brothers. They are like brothers. The prince and He Zeyi did it in private. After a negotiation, the elder Wang retired from Beijing and He Zeyi became the prince. No one knows the reason for this. It is estimated that He Zeyi himself is the only person who really understands the case." The middle-aged man frowned. The results of so many years of investigation made him feel wronged. He used to regard He Zeyi as the number one enemy, but now the results of the investigation and the instructions of the elder Wang made him unacceptable. . .
"Is there something unspeakable about Wang Lao back then?" Ye Feng guessed.
"Did Mr. Wang tell you anything?" the middle-aged man asked suddenly.
Ye Feng said, "He let me go to Beijing some time, and then told He Zeyi that I am the brother of Lao Wang, so if I have anything to do, I can go to He Zeyi for help!"
"Hey!" The middle-aged man sighed, "Actually, we all have been deceived for so many years. The Wang Lao and He Zeyi are really not what the outside world says. Okay, I don't want to talk about it anymore. From now on I will I don’t want to mention it again. If you are really curious, just ask He Zeyi, but I hope that one day you can really soar into the sky. Wang Lao said that your achievements in the future will far exceed He Zeyi and even Chen Kaibing. I hope you Don't let me and him down!"
Ye Feng said moved: "I will work hard."
The middle-aged man drank the wine again, stood up, and sighed: "Farewell today, I don’t know if there is still a day to see you again. I hope you know yourself well. If there are real difficulties in the future, you can go to Beijing. Find me!"
"How am I looking for you?" Ye Feng was taken aback, really, I don't even know your name. . .
"Blood wolf!" The middle-aged man strode away, but Ye Feng muttered to himself: "How come I am so familiar with this name?"
Ye Feng also left, and just walked to the gate of the mountain. Seeing Monk Wu Neng standing at the gate of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and looking at him, Ye Feng moved in his heart and turned back again.
"Is there anything else for the donor?" I was expecting Ye Feng and the middle-aged man to leave early. At this time, I finally saw that Ye Feng was leaving, but he turned back again. This made Monk Wu Neng feel uneasy. , Asked carefully.
Ye Feng took out a stack of money from his arms, about 10,000 yuan, and stuffed it into the hands of Monk Wu Neng. Then he smiled: "Old monk, I will give you 10,000 yuan, even if it’s incense money. But I have one request, that is, that my friend’s grave must not be lost. You should always take care of it. If something happens, don’t blame me for being polite. My temper is not very good."
After three days of getting along, this intelligent monk did not dare to pretend to be demeanor in front of Ye Feng, he hehe smiled and said, "Don’t worry, the monks don’t lie to you. Since we have collected the money from the donor, we will naturally send someone to clean and take care of it every day. Yes, you can rest assured!"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Of course I can rest assured!"
Turned and left.
Monk Wu Neng was about to leave, but his pupils shrank. Oh my god, where Ye Feng stood just now, there were a few footprints on the marble. It wasn't that Ye Feng stepped on it or who did it
"Amituo Buddha!"
After chanting a few slogans of the Buddha, the wise monk may never have been so pious since he grew up.
Ye Feng came to the school when it was time for get out of class. What's more, Liu Ruoyi was explaining the exercises for Wei Quan, and the latter was still very close. Ye Feng felt a little unhappy, but he still smiled. Sitting in his seat, Wei Quan quickly greeted Ye Feng enthusiastically, but Ye Feng could see a trace of panic in his expression.
"Ye Feng, where have you been in the past few days, you don't know, someone has come to you several times!" Wei Quan said with some concern.
"Who is looking for me? What are you doing?" Ye Feng was taken aback and looked at Liu Ruoyi.
Liu Ruoyi grabbed Ye Feng’s arm with a satisfied expression on his face, and smiled: “I think it’s a member of society, but I believe that my brother’s is Wei Quan. I have said it many times, and he is still so worried about you. ."
"Thank you brother for your concern, but they had better not come to trouble me. If they really want to trouble me, I won't make them feel better then!" Ye Feng said with a smile.
While talking, someone was already calling outside.
"Ye Feng, someone is looking for you!" I don't know who yelled. Ye Feng turned his head and looked around. As expected, there was a man outside the door, who didn't look like a student.
Ye Feng and Liu Ruoyi walked slowly to the door, Ye Feng said strangely: "Are you looking for me?"
The man looked up and down at Ye Feng for a few times before he smiled: "It's not I looking for you, I just came to deliver the letter. Now someone is waiting for you at the back school gate, dare you go?"
"If you have anything to wait until the school is over, it is now time for class. My brother and I will definitely be on the appointment after school!" After such a long time, Liu Ruoyi naturally understood Ye Feng's skills. Of course, I'm not afraid of things anymore. Ye Feng taught her some self-defense techniques, and she thought she was capable, and she always thought of having a chance to try it.
"If you are a man, come with me. If you don't come, forget it." The man turned and left. Ye Feng said with a smile: "I'm so bored. I will definitely come without you. ."
Turning around, said to Liu Ruoyi: "You wait for me here first, I'll be back in a while, go shopping together after school, and I will cook myself in the evening!"
"Really?" Liu Ruoyi's eyes lit up, and saliva almost came out.
"Of course." Ye Feng strode to follow.