I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 230 Gossip at the Mantou Temple...

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived in a hilly area.

On a higher mountain peak, I saw a small building from afar. It was very simple and natural, and it was very comfortable to look at.

Especially when Zhu Youjian and Li Yan walked halfway up the mountain.

clang--

clang--

clang--

The bell rang suddenly.

The sound of the bell is more clear and simple, and amidst the serenity, there is a slight scent of fragrance, which makes the bottom of the tongue produce fluid, and the whole body feels involuntarily comfortable.

"Good place!"

Zhu Youjian couldn't help admiring.

Li Yan said with a smile: "Ordinary people can't taste the beauty of it. After all, you are different from ordinary people. You can understand the elegance of it just by listening to a few bells..."

The idiot emperor waved his hand and stopped talking.

It's easy to reveal your secrets by biting Wen Jue's words with these scholars of Ming Dynasty, and you can just stop a lot of things.

When approaching the mountain gate, Zhu Youjian had a strange smile on his face.

Here, it turned out to be a nunnery?

It was the first time for the idiot emperor to come to this place, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Li Yan, this is the good place you said?"

Li Yan smiled and said, "That's right, Mantou Temple."

Well, Mantouan.

This name is good!

Zhu Youjian decided that no matter what, he would inscribe a plaque on this mantou nunnery to make his emperor's kindness more powerful...

……

After entering the Mantou Nunnery, an elegant-looking nun welcomed her out, clasped her hands together, and said, "You two, do you want some tea?"

Li Yan took out two gold coins and handed them over, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, is the master of witty words?"

"Here I am."

The nun took the gold coin and stuffed it into the merit box with a calm expression, as if it was just two small copper coins.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Youjian nodded secretly in his heart.

Monks, that's how it should be.

In his impression, those Taoist temples, temples, mountain farms and so on occupy the world's famous mountains and rivers, but what they do is to sell tickets to make money. money printing machine.

Look at the nunnery in the Ming Dynasty, how simple it is.

The nun led Zhu Youjian and Li Yan into a side hall and said: "The two benefactors wait a moment, and the host of witty words will come later."

Zhu Youjian didn't sit down, but walked around and observed casually.

"The one enshrined in the nunnery is actually Songzi Niangniang?" Zhu Youjian asked curiously, "Shouldn't Guanyin Bodhisattva be enshrined?"

Li Yan said with a smile: "The mountain is not high, but there are immortals."

Zhu Youjian shook his head and scolded with a smile: "You bastard, don't play with your few drops of ink. I know that I am ignorant, so I don't understand what you scholars say."

Li Yan sneered and fell silent.

Mr. Zhujiao is the boss, everything the boss says is nice, and everything the boss says is right.

"Since you are sending off your son, I really should respect you." As he spoke, Zhu Youjian picked up a stick of incense, lit it on the candle, and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner.

Click!

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, which startled the two of them.

This is so good, it actually thundered?
Wasn't the sky still clear when we first entered the door?Why is there a sound of thunder when this stick of incense is lit?
Before Zhu Youjian could react, Li Yan walked out quickly, stood under the eaves of the corridor, raised his head and looked up to the sky, with the expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"Strange, why is it suddenly going to rain?"

Black clouds rolled, lightning and thunder rumbled, a gust of cool wind swept past, what a storm!
Zhu Youjian walked out of the palace gate, looked up at the cloud-covered sky, and said with a smile: "I know, it's my young master's fragrance, which made the mother-in-law feel the spirit.

It's cloudy and I love it. "

Since the beginning of summer, there has been no rain in the north for more than a month, and the drought is severe.

Therefore, seeing the black clouds rolling in the sky, lightning and thunder, it was clearly a violent storm, in his heart as an emperor, he naturally liked it very much.

However, for Li Yan, his complexion changed drastically.

There are two rivers around this hilly land, one named Baihe River and the other named Chaohe River. They live in peace on weekdays. On the contrary, the vegetation in this area is dense, which can be said to be beautiful and pleasant.

However, every time there is a rainstorm, there are some troubles.

Floods and mudslides can happen at any time.

"Young master, why don't we go to a higher place?"

There was a crackling sound, and the torrential rain poured down. Visible to the naked eye, there was a layer of white mist on the flat ground.

On the three ancient halls of the Mantou Temple, the water from the eaves of the corridors is like dozens of waterfalls, splashing down, which looks very scary.

Zhu Youjian stood under the eaves of the corridor, but fell into deep thought.

In his memory, this area... should be the Yanshan area, twenty or thirty miles away from the capital...

"Miyun?"

"Miyun Reservoir!"

He finally figured out why he couldn't forget the word 'clouds' before.

It turned out that everything has its own destiny, he, the idiot emperor, quietly left the capital, came to this steamed bun nunnery, and with a slight movement in his heart, he offered a stick of fragrance to the mother-in-law.

Then, a torrential rain poured down.

now it's right.

"Li Yan, you have made a great contribution this time, and I want to reward you well!" Zhu Youjian reached out to catch a handful of water, stared at it for a moment, and said seriously:

"Not only will I reward you, but I will also make you one of the richest people in the world!"

Li Yan was dumbfounded.

"A reward..."

Heavenly Grandfather, Mr. Zhujiao has lost his mind and gone crazy. How dare he even say outrageous words such as awarding rewards?

"My lord, the terrain of this place is a bit low-lying. If the heavy rain lasts for a long time, and the Baihe and Chaohe rivers break out, this area will be easily submerged by the flood..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, with my son here, Hong Shui doesn't have that much courage."

Zhu Youjian said something calmly.

"Hey, is that the master of witty words?"

Suddenly, Zhu Youjian's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "It's strange, it's more beautiful and plump than I imagined, and, tsk tsk, the punchline, the punchline, it's so flavorful!"

Li Yan: "..."

He began to regret it.

I knew that Mr. Zhu Jiao was a lustful person, but I never thought that he would be so lustful, several times more than Li Yan!
"Two benefactors." The witty master held a small oil-paper umbrella, and came slowly in the storm, without even a single strand of it getting wet.

Zhu Youjian's heart moved slightly.

Miss Hongliu said long ago that there were many strange people among the people in the Ming Dynasty, not to mention some martial arts masters who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

It seems that this master of witty words is a strange person.

Seeing this witty remark in front of him, Zhu Youjian couldn't help but be infatuated, staring straight at his face, chest, abdomen, thighs...

……

"Master, this is our boss, Master Zhu with Zhujiao." Li Yan saw the ugly appearance of "Master Zhu" from the corner of his eye, and secretly complained in his heart.

Anyway, we have to cover up one or two things.

This young man with red feet is too outrageous!

"Master of wit, how old are you?" Zhu Youjian asked suddenly.

Li Yan: "..."

This is, vulgar, too vulgar!

In the eyes of the dignitaries and officials in the capital, Master Miaoyu is comparable to the existence of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Even some great scholars come here, they only dare to talk about knowledge, calligraphy, and the way of rhythm.

Who dares to be so vulgar!
This time, it was really sloppy.

He originally thought that although Mr. Zhujiao is lustful, but according to his usual elegance and nobleness, he should be regarded as half a scholar. Didn't he know that the guy in front of him is just a fool!
The witty master was also slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

Then, she smiled and said, "I don't know if the benefactor is asking about the young girl's age, or the age at which the poor nun escaped into Buddhism?"

Zhu Youjian looked up at the sky.

Black clouds billowed, and heavy rain poured down.

The sky was full of violent storms, and there was an elegant and pleasant little nun standing in front of him. The idiot emperor smiled indifferently: "Which one do you want to say?"

Li Yan cursed secretly in his heart: 'Tell you a fart! '

Unexpectedly, the witty master followed Zhu Youjian's example, stretched out his hand into the rain curtain, took a lot of water, smiled sweetly, and said, "Guess."

Zhu Youjian nodded slightly.

Is this what the Buddhists call a "smart front"?
He doesn't understand.

If I had known earlier, I should have asked Qian Qianyi for more advice. That guy has dabbled in all kinds of things, and he can almost be regarded as a "Xiao Ai classmate".

"Children only do multiple-choice questions. My son, I want to hear them all."

Zhu Youjian laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, and handed it to the master of witty words: "It's raining heavily outside, come on, I'll pull you up."

His original intention was that a big beautiful woman stood in the rain, but he, a big man, was sheltering from the rain under the eaves of the porch, which is not right.

Therefore, he simply wanted to pull people to the eaves to shelter from the rain.

Unexpectedly, these words fell into the ears of the witty master and Li Yan.

But it has become a different meaning...

Li Yan turned his head silently, looked at the heavy rain, and walked to the other side of the hall pretending to be in thought.

The master of witty words narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head sideways, and looked up and down Zhu Youjian seriously, with a blush on his face.

"This benefactor..."

"My name is Zhu Jiao, from the old Zhu's family. My name is very domineering, but I don't have any golden fingers."

"Poor monk..."

"Come up quickly, the rain is falling on your hair!"

Zhu Youjian grabbed the sleeve of the witty master and lifted her directly to the eaves.

"This extraordinarily tall man weighs about 98 kilograms. Based on his height of 1.7 meters, he should be regarded as a young lady with long legs..."

Zhu Youjian clapped his hands, and said without changing his face, "You haven't told me how old you are yet?"

The witty master stood under the eaves of the corridor, his handsome face flushed red.

This young man with red feet is too rough.

It hurt people's arms...

The scene suddenly became a little weird.

Zhu Youjian stretched out his hand generously and said, "Master, since you don't want to tell me your age, please go drink tea."

Punch Master: "..."

This Mantou Temple is her territory.

This Mr. Zhu... is so domineering...

Involuntarily, her face flushed again.

Her two small fists hidden in the wide sleeves were clenched, and she wanted to do something.

She was a little puzzled. In the past, as a monk, she had never been hypocritical to the men of the world. She had always regarded them as a group of scumbags, especially some scholars, who were even more ruthless, but they all put on airs and ran here. Come 'tasting tea'.

If it weren't for the troubled times, a few incense sticks would be hard to come by.

She had already closed the mountain gate.

what is it today……

……

Zhu Youjian seemed to see the embarrassment of the nun, he laughed, and said: "Isn't it just an age, even those born and grown gods are just a long time.

What's more, you and I are both vulgar people.

Don't think that a shaved head is a Buddha and Bodhisattva, and don't think that a handsome face makes you a master. This son can't see others pretending to be cute.

Because, my son's favorite thing is to pretend to be cute. "

These words were nondescript and vulgar, but they were also from the heart of the idiot emperor.

The common people of the Ming Dynasty were all hungry and eating shit. Aren’t you a little nun born more beautiful and charming?Compared to my [-] concubines, she is just a speck of dust in the army of pink skeletons.

What kind of innocence are you pretending to me?
Pretending to be a master!
Believe it or not, I will come to an overlord to fight hard...

……

"This benefactor's words... are quite Zen-like, simple and clear, but thought-provoking."

Nun Qiaoyu calmed down and said calmly.

"I don't understand Zen principles, but I understand the sophistication of people." Zhu Youjian also said indifferently: "Is the incense money of [-] gold coins a year enough for this mantou nunnery?

If not enough, how much is missing, and how much I will give you.

In today's world, officials are corrupt, military discipline is abolished, and the people are miserable. It is not easy for you as a woman to ask for alms. This son will take care of you. "

There are still some words that Zhu Youjian didn't say.

Those pig-tailed heads, bow-legged, local emperors, Liaoxi generals, wealthy families and the like all want to take over my country and society, and I don't have the ability to kill and maim them one by one.

But right now, this is a mere steamed bun nunnery, I'll give it a go first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, the witty master waved his hands again and again, saying: "Too many, too many..."

"Not much, just a hundred thousand gold coins." Zhu Youjian said without changing his expression, "As long as you let the mother-in-law appear and make all my wives pregnant, I will give you a million gold coins.

By the way, are you a child-giving lady? "

Witty Nun: "..."

There is no way to accept this.

This rich and powerful young man with red feet, who speaks domineeringly and vulgarly, is indeed... very heroic.

"In matters of gods and Buddhas, if you believe in it, it will work. If you don't believe it, you will not work. It all depends on what you think in your heart." After hesitating for several breaths, the nun Qiaoyu finally couldn't help but said.

"I believe it very much." Zhu Youjian smiled, and reached out to hold Qiao Yu's hand.

But they were avoided without a trace.

Zhu Youjian reconfirmed that the little nun in front of him was very good at kungfu, and he estimated that he would have to spend most of the night to see if he could cry.

"Benefactor, are you asking for a son or a daughter?"

In order to get rid of the embarrassment, so as not to offend the "taken advantage" in front of her, Nun Wuyu walked up to the statue, picked up a stick of incense and lit it, and asked casually.

"It's best to be a dragon and a phoenix," Zhu Youjian thought, if all his [-] concubines could conceive and give him a son and a daughter, wouldn't they be an army...

"Yin and yang intersect, men and women have their own destiny, how can this be the case..." The witty nun wanted to say something, but Zhu Youjian directly stopped her.

"You just need to offer incense, don't say anything unlucky," Zhu Youjian said angrily, "My son wants twins, and your mother-in-law can't do it, so you can help me give birth to a few babies;

how is it? "

Catchphrase: "..."

(End of this chapter)