On the first day of May's meeting, three shocking news came.
The first news is that in Meihui's qin competition, the final winner is not Bai Zao, a girl from the Zhongzhou School, but a girl from Shuiyue Temple. That girl is called Guodong, it is said that she is Lian Sanyue's closed disciple, she has an ordinary appearance and temperament, she claims to play the piano for the first time, but it attracts the praise of Chan Zi, Bai Zao is also ashamed of herself.
Anyway, it was Shuiyuean who won, and this famous saying in the monastic world has been confirmed once again.
The second news is that Tong Yan did not participate in the Meihui on the first day, but went to the old plum garden. There is another thing that is very interesting about a master Guo Dashi, and that is his conversation with Jing Jiu.
The more important news happened in the old plum garden.
Tianjinren, whom countless people are looking for, was originally here to practice. Luo Huainan met with him successfully, and the content of the question had already been spread. As expected, as Jing Jiu said, his reputation was once again enhanced. Many people knew that Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu also entered the nunnery, but no one knew what they asked and how Tianjinren answered.
No one knew that something else happened last night.
Jing Jiu entered the palace, and His Majesty the Divine Emperor had a long conversation with this still very ordinary disciple of the Qingshan Sect.
In the early morning, there was a light fog in the plum garden.
Tianjinren's behavior is extremely simple and simple. Whether it is a master of the Xihai Sword Sect or a disciple of the White Deer Academy who wants to protect him, he is indifferent and refuses. He is only willing to bring a boy to help him with daily life. Be respected and admired.
The boy rubbed his Xingsong eyes, and came out to pick two or three red plums to put in the bottle.
The officials of the Qingtian Division who had been guarding outside the garden all night saw this scene, confirmed that Tianjinren had not left, and hurriedly sent the news back to the palace.
Soon, a letter left the palace and was sent to Jingjue Temple.
Then, a letter left Jingjue Temple and sent it to the Old Plum Garden.
At that time, the boy had just served the red plums in the bottle and was still yawning.
After receiving the letter, Tian Jinren knew the contents of the letter with a touch of his finger. It wasn't his consciousness that was supernatural, but the Zen thoughts attached to the letter went straight to people's hearts.
The letter was written by Chanzi himself, inviting him to meet at Jingjue Temple today.
Tian Jinren was quiet for a while, and said, "Prepare the vehicle to go to Jingjue Temple."
The boy was a little surprised, but also a little worried.
The master of Zen sect who is as famous as his husband may want to see him, perhaps with the intention of comparing each other.
My husband just vomited blood yesterday, can he hold on
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The spring rain has long since stopped.
Moisturized overnight, the soil is as crisp, and the bluestone slabs glow faintly, like black jade.
The petals blown by the rain fell on the wet floor, just like the pastel just painted by the painter, which is very beautiful.
Tian Jinren cannot see such a beautiful scenery, but he can smell the humidity in the air, the smell of smoke from the ancient temple, and the faint fragrance of flower petals.
He said, "Tao Li Chunfeng, I should have a glass of wine."
"Monks can't drink alcohol."
A voice sounded out of nowhere.
The Jingjue Temple in the early morning is very quiet, there is no morning bell, and there are no monks walking. Those incenses that are turning into white smoke were lit last night
The boy who had been supporting Tianjinren all this time suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where he went.
Pa-ta, pa-ta, the footsteps of that man were a bit strange, like a cat drinking water, like a horse treading mud.
It was a young man with a light layer of black hair on his head, and his crimson monk's robe was half uncovered, looking very casual.
His eyes are bright and clean, but his feet are not wearing shoes, with wet mud, looking dirty.
Tian Jinren smiled and said, "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines."
The young monk waved his hands and said, "If you eat it, you eat it, if you do it, you do it. It's too hard to insist that it doesn't exist."
Tian Jinren stopped talking, bowed slightly and said, "Zhan Zi called me here, what advice do you have?"
It turns out that the young monk is the Zen son in the rumors.
In the eyes of ordinary people and ordinary ascetics in the world, he is a master with the same reputation as this young monk.
But he himself knows that no matter his seniority, status or realm, he is far inferior to the other party, and he is very respectful.
Zenzi said: "Your Majesty invites you and me to Chaoge City. The meaning is clear. What do you think?"
Tian Jinren said: "This matter involves the fate of our family. I dare not refuse on the grounds that the way of heaven is difficult to see. I should do my best to calculate it for peace of mind."
Zenzi asked curiously: "I heard that yesterday you talked with His Highness about a hundred years?"
Tian Jinren didn't deny it, and said, "I can only calculate this roughly."
Chanzi seemed to feel itchy, scratched his chest, walked to a peach tree, and wiped the wet mud from his feet onto the tree.
"I invited you here because I received a letter from His Majesty in the early morning."
Tian Jinren couldn't see things, and there was no emotion in his eyes, so he said calmly, "Really?"
Zenzi said: "The ink on the letter is still wet, so it must have been written just now. Presumably, His Majesty has not slept all night, and is very worried."
Tian Jinren praised and said: "Your Majesty cares about the country and the people, and is diligent in political affairs. It is really a blessing for all people."
Zenzi confirmed that the mud on his feet was almost clean, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "A major national event? No, he is just worried about an old friend."
Tian Jinren vaguely guessed what the words meant, and the meaning in the gray eyes gradually became quieter and deeper.
"It's Fang Jingtian?" Zenzi asked suddenly.
He had already discovered Fang Jingtian when Jingyang real person's fake cave was opened that night.
Because at that moment, Fang Jingtian had a killing intent towards Jing Jiu.
It was for this reason that he used Lian Yun to protect Jing Jiu and leave.
Tianjinren did not answer this question.
The morning light has already occupied the courtyard, the sky is blue, but there is no trace of the sun.
Zenzi looked at the sky and said to himself: "Could it be because of the story of an old man?"
Tian Jinren said calmly: "Since Master Chan has already made up his mind about this matter, he naturally doesn't want to hear my explanation if he wants me to come."
Chanzi withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said, "That's right, you and I both understand that everything is in one thought, and it doesn't really matter whether you say it or not."
Tian Jinren understood what he meant, but he was still a little puzzled, and asked, "Why did Zen Zi come forward for this matter?"
"Because that young man should also be regarded as the queen of my old friend."
Zenzi's voice is full of emotion and memory.
Then, he stepped up and walked away from the woods, not caring that his feet were stained with the wet mud again.
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Zenzi just left.
The woods are quiet.
On the wet grass, there are footprints left by Zenzi.
Under the trampled turf is wet mud.
White lotuses grew out of the mud.
step.
one.
This is the idea left by Zenzi.
Tian Jinren stared at the white lotus flowers growing out of the soil, his eyes were gray and lifeless.
He didn't know if he would make it out alive.
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(Thinking of passing by Shenyang a few days ago, I was about to call Uncle Guan out for dinner, but he was not there, so I despised him.)