I am the poor scholar

Bu Qingyun got to know Yuan, and after being thrown out of the house by the package, his father sent a letter and asked Bu Qingyun to go to Jiming Temple to deliver something.

The morning light is faint and the breeze is blowing.

Bu Qingyun raised his head and yawned lazily.

The three large gilt characters of "Jiming Temple" bestowed by the late emperor's imperial pen, came into view brilliantly.

Clenching the things in the sleeves tightly, Bu Qingyun smiled and rolled his eyes and said: "First finish what the old man told you."

Go to the appointment again.

As he said that, he climbed up the steps, and Bu Qingyun stopped in front of the gatekeeper monk in front of the threshold. When he smiled, a pear nest appeared on his handsome face.

He said: "Master, can you take me to Master Jingyi's monastery?"

The monk on the right had a shiny bald head and distinct facial features, showing a bit of rigidity. He frowned slightly and said, "Uncle Jingyi is concentrating on seclusion, please go back."

Bu Qingyun's pear nest became deeper and deeper, and he approached a little closer, whispering in the monk's ear: "My father, Bu Xianyun, has an old relationship with Master Jingyi. This visit is to give my father something."

As he spoke, Bu Qingyun motioned the monk to look down, revealing a corner of the gossip disk hidden in the sleeve.

The gossip plate is neither too big nor too small, just enough to fit into a narrow cuff, and you can also see the exquisite texture, which can only be done by a skilled craftsman.

The slight cracks on the side of the plate represent that the Bagua plate has gone through many dynasties and is an ancient relic.

"My father said that the master asked him to find it, and asked me to deliver it in person." Bu Qingyun approached and added in a low voice, and said seriously, "It is a very old gossip plate. I heard that it was used by the patriarch."

The gatekeeper monk was indeed an informed one, and his brows became looser in an instant, and he said, "So that's how it is."

Bu Qingyun looked at him and nodded unconsciously, his eyebrows were dignified as if he was exchanging information carefully, and his slender eyebrows were raised, wanting to laugh.

In order to make himself look more serious, Bu Qingyun turned his head to the side and coughed lightly, holding back the smile.

The information exchange is complete.

"Hui Hui." The monk who guarded the door waved his hand and said to the monk on the left, "You stay here first, and I will take this benefactor to the monk's hut."

"Thank you, master." Bu Qingyun smiled unscrupulously on his lips with the smile he had suppressed just now.

After saying that, Bu Qingyun stuffed the gossip disk into his sleeve, and followed the gatekeeper monk.

As soon as they stepped in, the pilgrims who were still gossip outside the temple just now, the moment they entered the temple, they suddenly became quiet.

As if expressing inner reverence.

Bu Qingyun never believed in ghosts and gods. Even though he was surprised that the monks were looking for Taoist things, he still couldn't reach the level where he came to investigate in person.

Therefore, the biggest reason for his coming this time was his father's entrustment.

This obvious change made him raise his eyebrows slightly, his black pupils shone slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "It is indeed a thousand-year-old temple."

I have a more intuitive understanding of the sacredness of Jiming Temple in people's hearts.

It is also because of this that Bu Qingyun became more curious about this master who was in Jiming Temple but tried his best to find the Bagua plate.

The monk walked too slowly, and Bu Qingyun chatted with the monk: "Master Jingyi collected this object for collection?"

Is it still useful?

If the latter, it would be really interesting.

The elders of a group of bald monks want to learn Taoism, and these young monks also need to help.

Thinking of this, Bu Qingyun's heart jumped even more.

On the monk's rigid face, the nose was slightly raised, and he deliberately avoided Bu Qingyun's question and said: "The benefactor will know when he sees it."

"Huh."

Bu Qingyun was not discouraged when he didn't get an answer, and chatted with the monk.

"When I was in Changsha, I heard the name of the master."

Mostly it's some trivial matter. The man in this family has a stubborn disease, which Master Jingyi can cure.

That woman can't have a child for ten years, regardless of whether she has specialized in surgery or not, she first asked Master Jingyi to do it.

And so on, it can be said that the gods are alive, omniscient, omniscient, omnipotent.

The monk replied: "It's all false names."

It seems that there is no intention of communicating with Bu Qingyun at all.

Bu Qingyun didn't make fun of himself, and looked around this thousand-year-old temple.

Gradually, Bu Qingyun discovered something.

Walking through the promenade, the number of pilgrims around is becoming less and less.

This route obviously went to a remote corner, giving way to Qingyun Xing's eyes, and said, "Why does Master Jingyi live in such a remote place?"

The little monk will certainly not lead himself into the ditch.

The monk who led the way was exactly the same as the first answer: "The benefactor will know when he sees it."

"Huh."

Did not get the answer, Bu Qingyun subconsciously wanted to stroke the folding fan and shake it, and suddenly touched his waist, which was empty.

Hey, I didn't bring a fan today.

Resentfully withdrew his hand, restraining his usual habits, Bu Qingyun continued to follow the monk.

After seven turns and eight turns, the true face of Mount Lu finally cleared the fog and was displayed in front of Bu Qingyun.

Overgrown vines wrapped around the wooden door, which was half-closed.

Bu Qingyun let out a laugh from his throat: "Sure enough, the answer is known when you see it."

The smell of wine, meat, and——

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns..."

"Life is full of joy, don't let the golden bottle face the moon!"

Loud, out-of-tune singing echoed in my ears.

There is only one idea in mind.

Crying like ghosts and howling wolves, nothing more.

Fortunately, there was a monk in front of him, otherwise Bu Qingyun would laugh out loud in the next second.

The monk pushed open the old wooden door, creaking.

"Master?" Bu Qingyun poked his head out, wanting to take a look at He Fangsheng, but before he could see the situation in the monk's hut clearly, his eyes suddenly blurred.

A cup of hot wine was delivered to Bu Qingyun, and it was pressed against the nose.

cold.

The wine smelled mellow, and it entered the nasal cavity unobstructed, instantly arousing the glutton in Bu Qingyun's belly.

Bu Qingyun blinked, Master Jingyi's character is a bit...unexpected and reasonable.

After all, many stories are like this.

Leaving aside this point, now that the fine wine has been delivered to his eyes, Bu Qingyun's pear dimples deepened: "Master Xie."

Pushing the boat along the current, he was about to raise his hand to hook the porcelain cup, but Tao Ou moved it away in an instant, Bu Qingyun's almond eyes were slightly dazed, and then he picked it.

Bu Qingyun only felt the cold Tao Ou touching his cheek, and his eyes unconsciously moved along the direction of Tao Ou.

Finally, Tao Ou stopped in front of the monk who brought Bu Qingyun here.

"Nephew, would you like a drink?"

Bu Qingyun slandered.

Encourage juniors to break the precepts.

After seeing clearly the hand holding the porcelain cup, it was honey-colored but not dry, not at all like the hand of a centenarian.

Bu Qingyun's almond eyes glanced over, and his first reaction was through his lips: "Young."

The master was deaf, cast a glance at Bu Qingyun, and boasted: "Your mouth is so sweet."

There are no wrinkles when I smile.

Keep your face in a good way, keep your face in a good way.

Bu Qingyun somewhat understands why people admire Master Jingyi so much, and also understands how Master Jingyi hooked up with his father, no, they had a very happy conversation.

Moreover, in order not to disturb other monks, it is correct to set aside a piece of land about a hundred miles away from Jiming Temple for this Master Jingyi.

So true!

A master who always encourages juniors to break the precepts needs such a pure land!

The master was supernatural and transcendent, but Bu Qingyun didn't forget the business. The rigid monk left, and he took out the eight trigrams plate from his sleeve and presented it to Master Jingyi.

"Master, this is the gossip tray my father gave you." The voice was very clean, and he pronounced every word clearly, and he spoke in a very soothing way, which made people feel good about him.

If it wasn't for the owner of this voice keeping his eyes slightly bent, he would look sideways at Master Jingyi with a smile in his eyes.

It is not the admiration that most people often bring, but it is with scrutiny, from head to toe, focusing on the naked skin of the master exposed in the air.

Bu Qingyun once again sighed, it really is so beautiful.

"Thank you, little brother." Jingyi didn't notice the look in his eyes, maybe he found out that he didn't intend to tell the truth.

I saw Jingyi took the gossip plate, and his young hands stroked the sharp-edged pattern of the gossip plate.

The patterns rubbed away little by little.

Bu Qingyun is a layman, but he has seen a few Taoists, and he can see immediately that Master Jingyi's rubbing techniques are the same as those of Taoists.

In contrast, it is too subjective, who knows if the monk is just learning from the Taoist, just playing tricks.

Bu Qingyun simply asked: "Are you here?"

The monk didn't seem to hear.

Bu Qingyun was not annoyed, he looked at the fanaticism on the monk's face, and his finger tapping on the gossip plate.

"I want to..." Bu Qingyun's face suddenly realized, and his heart was instantly filled with a bright mirror.

is to want to learn.

Although Bu Qingyun had a lot of interest, when he was obviously obsessed with the gossip disk and ignored him, his interest was pushed back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he looked at the monk's house.

The aroma of wine overflows in the nostrils, and the monk's hut is simple, like a stone brick house that has been uninhabited for many years in the countryside, wine jars are lying on the ground, and there are hares being roasted on the fire.

There is meat and wine, this is really a complete break.

It happened that there was a polished stone in the courtyard, on which was placed a wine jug, and beside it was a fire barbecue.

When Bu Qingyun approached, the host didn't intend to invite the guest to sit down, so the guest found a clean piece of ground in the courtyard and sat on the ground.

This is a scholar who is not particular about it.

"It's just that I'm thirsty and drink a little." Bu Qingyun knew that his alcohol capacity was not up to the table, but he was hooked by greedy insects as soon as he entered the door, and he couldn't help feeling itchy.

He didn't insist on any decanter and glass, so he pointed his moderately thick lips at the mouth of the pot, tilted his fingers on the body of the pot, and slid a little warm wine into his mouth.

In an instant, it was as if there were peach blossoms blooming in front of my eyes, and in an instant, I felt like I was in a peach garden. There was warmth overflowing from my chest, and strands of it flowed through the limbs along the meridians.

Under the influence of the mellow wine, the corners of Bu Qingyun's eyes were stained a bit red.

Made with peach blossoms, the strength of the wine rises slowly.

Bu Qingyun's drinking capacity, which his father Bu Xianyun disliked, is really hard to describe.

Biansheng Bu Qingyun didn't know it, his mind was completely forgotten by the silky taste of the wine, and he savored the wine carefully.

"Don't move!" Seeing that he was about to take advantage of the wine, Master Jingyi scolded Bu Qingyun.

The eyes were suddenly pierced by the reflected sunlight, Bu Qingyun opened his eyes again, his hands were empty, and the flagon was missing.

As soon as he took a closer look, he found that the wine pot was carefully held in the hands of the monk.

When Bu Qingyun had something to say, he said, "Master is really powerful."

When he was holding the jug just now, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and he was really powerful.

He only heard him say: "This is the jug used by Zu Tianshi back then, don't touch it randomly."

Zu Tianshi is the founder of Tianshi Taoism.

Bu Qingyun had a clear understanding, and nodded slightly in a serious way: "I am so honored to be so precious."

I don't know how many layers of sincerity were used.

At the same time, he said in his heart, Master Jingyi searched for the answer to the Bagua disk, and he knew it as soon as he saw it.

"It's also your luck." The master wiped the wine pot, glanced at him and changed the subject, "I didn't expect that old man Bu Xianyun to find something, but who knew he really found it."

Bu Qingyun raised his head suddenly, and the tip of his tongue licked the gap between his teeth because of the mellow taste of the wine just now, as if he was reminiscing.

He smiled with dimples, but because he was slightly drunk, his smile was not properly trained in etiquette.

The corners of his mouth were curved too far, giving people an impression of being restless, even though he had a handsome and well-behaved scholarly appearance.

He braced his jaw, put his elbows on his crossed legs and said, "And then?"

As soon as it comes out, there is a slight smell of alcohol.

"You—" Master Jingyi saw Bu Qingyun's situation at a glance, he suddenly pointed his finger at Bu Qingyun, and muttered to himself, "Bu Xianyun's son can't drink alcohol."

As he said that, Master Jingyi ate a mouthful of cooked meat and suddenly raised his voice: "Bu Xianyun asked you to come, and I must pay back the favor through you! Then how about it, I will make a fortune for you."

Master Jingyi rolled his eyes like a charlatan, but he had the halo of a master.

Thinking about it, I feel that this is a way of repaying the favor.

Bu Qingyun smiled suddenly: "My father's favor is still with me, not bad."

The dimples on the cheeks are still there, and the last trace of etiquette and gentleness is gone, as if a flirtatious young man has discovered something interesting.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to take out the folding fan, but suddenly found nothing.

Bu Qingyun didn't care too much, and touched the pattern of the girdle with his fingers, rubbing it bit by bit.

He tilted his head with great interest, and the vortex seemed to be able to drag people into it for a moment: "What does the master want to help me with? Marriage? Fortune? Or the ranking of the scientific examination? Or both?"

"Master, why don't you choose?" Bu Qingyun stretched out his hand to roast the rabbit meat on the fire.

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