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Huangjue Temple.

As the temple where the royal ancestral hall is located, Huangjue Temple is different from the martial arts sect.Although it is open to the outside world and welcomes Li people to come to worship Buddha, it does not participate in martial arts disputes.Simply put, it does not belong to martial arts.

The majesty of Huangjue Temple is the highest among martial arts sects. This is a matter of course. The Ming Dynasty is rich, and the expenses of Huangjue Temple are allocated directly by the imperial court.

Although the Huangjue Temple does not belong to the Wulin, the Wulin will invite people from the Huangjue Temple to be elected judges for the Wulin General Assembly held every two years. This is one of the reasons why the Wulin wants to live in harmony with the imperial court.

Another reason is that the first abbot of Huangjue Temple was originally a disciple of Shaolin, so he has a deep relationship with Shaolin.The current abbot, Master Xuan Kong, is even more highly respected in the martial arts world, and is very respected by martial arts people.

But at this moment, the entire Huangjue Temple was immersed in tension and grief.There is no other reason. Two days ago, Xuan Nian received a letter from Fei Ge, which only had six words.

Master passed away.forget the dust.

In his whole life, Xuan Kong only accepted two apprentices.The first apprentice was the late emperor's youngest son more than ten years ago, Mo Tianqiong, whose lay name was Wang Lian.The second apprentice was accepted two years ago, the most beloved grandson of the Empress Dowager, Mo Qingtian, Dharma name: Wangchen.

An unremarkable carriage stopped in front of the gate of Huangjue Temple.The driver of the carriage is a middle-aged man with an inconspicuous appearance.The man jumped out of the carriage, and then lifted the curtain: "Little master, Huangjue Temple is here."

Coming out of the carriage was a handsome young monk.A wooden box is hung around the little monk's neck, with his right hand holding the chassis of the box and his left hand hanging down.

The little monk has a pair of very beautiful eyes, but now, his eyes are red.

"Uncle, thank you."

"You're welcome." The middle-aged man looked at the young monk with a very loving expression, and there was deep affection hidden in the loving kindness. He thought he was hiding it well.

"Wangchen." At the gate of Huangjue Temple, Xuan Nian had already led the monks waiting there.

Wangchen, also known as Qingtian, when he saw Xuan Nian, finally couldn't help crying: "Master, Master is dead."

"In life, death is inevitable, Wang Chen must learn to be strong." Xuan Nian took the wooden box from his neck, then rubbed Qing Tian, ​​his tone flat.He is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. Although Xuankong is sad when he dies, he has a clear understanding of life and death.Then, he thanked the coachman again, "Thank you, the benefactor, for sending Wangchen back. I'll take care of you along the way. It's a little thought." Then he ordered someone to send some money.

"No, no, no." The coachman refused, "It's a small effort, don't worry about it." The coachman's gestures are not like ordinary reckless people.What's more, he has a dignified temperament, which makes people feel good.

"Uncle, I still don't know what to call you?" Qingtian finally remembered this matter in grief.

The coachman smiled slightly, bent down and whispered in Qingtian's ear: "Uncle's surname is Zi, Zi Xiaolei."

"Uncle Zi..."

"Shh, this is our secret, don't tell anyone else your uncle's name, okay?"

"OK."

Saying goodbye to Zi Xiaolei, Qingtian followed Xuan Nian and walked into Huangjue Temple.However, before the gate of the temple was closed, Qingtian suddenly looked back, and for some reason, this uncle made him very affectionate.And Zi Xiaolei, standing there, kept looking at Qingtian's back, seeing him turn his head, Zi Xiaolei smiled.

Ruier, your son, the Queen Mother taught him very well.

In Huangjue Temple, there are two ancestral halls, one is the royal ancestral hall, and the other is the ancestral hall dedicated to the abbots and elders of the Huangjue Temple.But at this moment, Xuan Nian personally placed Xuan Kong's urn in the place that belonged to Xuan Kong's tablet.

"Wangchen, your Feige biography is only six words, and you haven't said how the abbot died?" Judging from the child's appearance, the abbot's death should not be homicide, and Huangjue Temple never communicated with others. If there is a grudge, killing the abbot of Huangjue Temple is against the court.What's more, with the martial arts of the abbot brother, looking at the world, even if he brought Wangchen, no one might be able to kill him, and besides, Wangchen arrived at Huangjue Temple safe and sound.

So what are the remaining possibilities?

Xuan Nian couldn't figure it out.

Two years, it has been two years since he left the life of rich clothes and fine food in the palace. From a child who only relied on pure bravery to show off his strength, to now, he has seen the vastness of the world and the vastness of all things.He has forgotten what it means to cry.The queen mother's decision is not wrong, he is not suitable to be trapped in the palace, he should go to see the colorful world outside, and in the past two years, Qingtian has really lingered watching it.

"He died from the plague." Qingtian's voice was still hoarse, "The master said that the monks are all empty, and the four seas are their homes. I asked me to scatter his ashes to the sea, so I brought back a small box and sprinkled the rest. To the sea." Then, he took out a letter from his bosom, "This is given to me by the master before he died, and I will bring it to my uncle."

Xuan Nian opened the letter, seeing the contents of the letter, his eyes flashed surprise, but only for a moment, and then he gave the letter to the elders of other halls. "What do you guys think?"

As mentioned in the letter, after Xuankong passed away, the position of the abbot was handed over to Qingtian.

Regarding this point, the elders of each church had no opinion after reading it.Qingtian has a noble status, and is a direct disciple of Xuankong, and the sandalwood Buddha beads that represent the status of the abbot have long been on Qingtian's body.What's more, this child has a deep connection with Buddhism.

It's just: "About the plague, my uncle still doesn't understand. The abbot brother died of the plague, how did Wangchen leave? Where is the plague?" Plague has been valued since ancient times.

"It's in Hanxiang Lake. The annual brewing competition of Hanxiang Lake is about to open. My master and I wanted to go and see it, but a plague broke out in the inn we stayed in. There...many people in it got the plague and became seriously ill. Many people He died, and the Yamen ordered the corpses of those who died to be cremated.” Thinking of the plight of the plague-stricken people, I was horrified, it was really horrible.

"Then how did you get out?" Why is this kid okay?Xuan Nian didn't understand.

Qingtian shook his head: "The yamen hired a doctor to treat us and quarantined all the people who hadn't caught the plague. I wanted to deal with Master's funeral first, so I told the people in the yamen that we are from Huangjue Temple, the descendants of Master. There is no delay. The doctor checked my body again, confirmed that I was fine, and handed over Master's ashes to me."

is that so?Qingtian's description is reasonable, but Xuannian just feels that something is wrong. "Then how did you meet that kind coachman?" The coachman walked steadily, and he seemed to be a martial artist.

"After I left Hanxiang Lake with Master's ashes, I didn't know how to get back to Huangjue Temple. I asked the uncle halfway, and the uncle said to send me back."

"Child." Xuan Nian couldn't help it, and hugged Qingtian into his arms, "You have suffered." How often has the tender young man who is held in the palm of the Empress Dowager's hands ever suffered like this.The strength and bravery of this child is heartbreaking.No wonder the senior abbot handed him the sandalwood Buddha beads, and this was probably the intention behind it.

However, in this way, there is one more thing, I am afraid it will be a little troublesome.

"Brother Xuanbei, the presiding brother passed away, and the Martial Arts League sent an invitation card. The Martial Arts Conference every two years is coming soon. What should I do with the invitation letter to invite the abbot of Huangjue Temple to participate in the main judges of the Martial Arts Conference?" Xuan Nian thought, Do you want to refuse directly.

Xuan Bei, the elder of the punishment hall of Huangjue Temple, is in charge of the precepts in the temple.

"Let me think about it." Although Xuan Bei was deep in thought, his eyes were on Qingtian, "I have a bold idea, I don't know what the brothers think."

"Brother, please speak."

"Senior brother, come and listen."

"I'll take care of the abbot's funeral. Since the abbot has passed the position of abbot to Wangchen, it means that Wangchen will undergo many tests in the future. No matter what happens, he must learn to be independent and manage. It is impossible to stay with him forever, so this martial arts conference may be a test for Wangchen. The martial arts league invites the abbot of Huangjue Temple, not the abbot himself, what do you think?"

Xuan Bei, who is in charge of discipline, is a strict self-discipline. It is not easy for him to have such a bold idea.Therefore, after discussing with the elders of each church, they felt that this proposal was feasible.

Hanxiang Lake

Hanxiang Lake, which has been so beautiful in previous years, is no exception this year.The wine-making competition is coming, and there are tourists and businessmen from all over the country, even from other countries, but the difference is that in previous years it was festive, but this year, everyone is terrified.I am afraid that this plague will hurt myself.

Fortunately, the yamen controlled it in time, and except for those people in the inn, the others were not affected.But here comes the problem. This inn is called Shuqing Inn, and you can tell from the name that it belongs to Shuqing Winery. As a result, everyone has to associate with Shuqing Winery.

Inside the castle

"Master, according to my subordinates' inquiries, those who contracted the plague in Shuqing Inn are all foreigners."

"Oh? Keep talking."

"Among those outsiders, some of the dead have been cremated, and some of the remaining ones who were seriously infected were also isolated. Others who were not infected were all locals, but they were confined to Shuqing for fear of the latent period of the plague. In the inn. It’s just that they are all foreigners, which is a bit of a coincidence.”

"It's not surprising. Only outsiders live in the inn, and only outsiders are infected with the plague. Because they are away from home and the population is small, no one will make trouble if anything happens." The voice that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was very confident. "Letter to Lu Tingxu and tell him the situation here."

"Master suspects that it's not the plague, but poisoning?"

"I suspect that it doesn't matter what matters. What matters is what the other party wants to do in the brewing competition." Speaking of the name Lu Tingxu, the man's eyes flashed with complexity. The evil doctor has been found, and it's only been two years...

Xiao Qingtian, where are you following Master?