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But for a while, he said that he couldn't match Yang Gongshan, and that he really had no relationship with Yang Gongshan, so he just let it go.Enter the main hall, chat a few words, and go until evening.

Waiting for the lamp to be lit in the court, Shan Qing, the servant, helped Yang Gong back to the bedroom, and suddenly said in a low voice on the way: "Ah Lang's illness this time is strange, it's because of General Yu."

Yang Gongshan stopped walking when he heard the words, looked at the plain waiter beside him, and said unexpectedly: "You know?"

Shanqing smiled faintly: "I don't know anything, but seeing Alang's restless mood for the past few days, he made random guesses."

Mr. Yang knew that Shanqing was smart and intelligent, and he never lied. Hearing her speak out about her own thoughts, he sighed softly: "Let's go back."

【Pick up three】Mo learn from Wuling people

In the current season of Chang'an, there is wind when you are near the window, and it is snowy when you close the house, and soon there will be another fine snow. Yang Gongshan's mansion has no other trees except the red lotus in Lushui. The rocky mountain is colorless, the river is silent, and the withered lotus can't catch the rain. It's really hard to bear. The scene of Meng Dong in October is very melancholy.

When it was dusk, the place gradually became the appearance of the cold wind and melancholy mentioned in the ancient Fu, but no one sang the north wind to Wei's poems, and chanted the south mountain to Zhou Ya, showing a bit of chilling meaning.Yang Gongshan's illness due to the weather soon went away, but the embarrassment of Feng Zhaofu, the privy secretary, became more and more serious.Since Xie Xun went out, Feng Zhaofu has become more powerful, and he actually intends to reach out to Zhongshu's sect.Yang Gongshan is not ignorant of Li Ju's attitude towards him, but he is unwilling to let Li Qian down, so he uses his weak body to force Guojun to fight against Feng Zhaofu.

Fortunately, Li Jun was even more jealous of Feng Zhaofu, and he refused to entrust him with the responsibility of peace, and only ordered him to be the Prime Minister of the Imperial Academy and the Privy Council.

After a snowfall, the Daming Palace is covered with silver.When Su Yan handed over the memorabilia from the west of Zhejiang to the Zichen Hall, he quietly raised his eyes and saw that Li Jue's complexion, which was exhausted due to being busy with state affairs, improved slightly, and a genuine smile appeared in his eyes, as he was dealing with all the officials on weekdays look completely different.

The memorial was handed over by Xie Xun, who was an observer envoy in the west of Zhejiang. It said that he enlisted Sun Xiao, a native of Jurong, Runzhou, as the secretary. Monk Quemin of Waguan Temple.

After reading the memorial, Li Jue couldn't help laughing out loud, and said to Xie Bi who was standing beside him: "Come and have a look."

Xie Bi bowed and went forward, Guo Yiyan took the memorial from the case table, and after reading it, he exclaimed: "Xie Shilang is really a talent in Langmiao, originally banning the monk duni must be to arouse the resentment of the people, saying that he didn't respect the release Home, but Xie Shilang is so respectful to the monk Quemin, it is impossible to teach others."

"I think so too." Li Jue chuckled in a low voice, "I just don't know what kind of ability that monk Quemin has, and it is worthy of Ziwang to build the Ganlu Temple for him."

Xie Bi looked at Li Ju's expression from the side, and felt that he didn't look happy, but he was really curious about the monk's ability, so he thought about it and said: "I heard that the monk took the initiative to find Mr. Xie, and he said that it was the monk from the past. I dreamed that there was a bodhi seed in Chang'an, and I wanted to find it directly, but I was too tired to be free, so I put it aside, but I saw that bodhi seed fell in the west of Zhejiang in my dream the day before yesterday, and it looked dim. The color, I regret it in my heart, so I go to pay homage to it."

Li Ju was startled, then raised his eyebrows slightly.I can't blame him for being surprised, because Xie Xun usually didn't believe in such strange things, but he couldn't ask carefully, so he turned to smile and said: "When I was young, I read a book about Huizhao Yinmeng, a monk from Taiyuan. The abandoned Xiangguo Temple buried an iron pagoda, so I went to visit it—I don’t want to see such a thing now.”

"There is no such thing as strange power and chaos." Xie Bi laughed, "Do you also believe in these things?"

Li Jue didn't answer but instead asked, "Don't you believe it, Ah Weng?"

Xie Bi smiled and said: "I remember that there is a sixth patriarch of their Buddhism who wrote the first gatha. There is a line in the gatha that says, 'This teaching is basically non-controversial, if it is wrong,' since their sixth patriarchs are all That being said, why does this old slave have to share these things with them, besides, a monk who can be burdened by ordinary things, can he be a person who can serve the Buddha wholeheartedly?"

"Ah Weng is so mean. I should have ordered that Quemin monk to come to Chang'an, and taught Ah Weng to be ashamed of him." Li Jun sneered, and then he lost his expression, staring at the curl that escaped from the Boshan furnace. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Zhexi is no better than Chang'an, Ziwang is the most afraid of the cold, I don't know if he is frozen now."

The winter in western Zhejiang is very cold and humid, so Xie Xun seldom goes out as soon as winter begins.Since that day when Que Min was sent away, he went to Ganlu Temple, and he was just wandering around in the mansion on weekdays.

The nights are getting colder day by day, although the chill outside is not as harsh as in the northern winter, but it can no longer be as uncomfortable as in the daytime, so Xie Xun put on another sweater outside.Even though he was pampered to the point of disrespect when he was young, he had also suffered a lot, and he didn't feel much about doing these things by himself. It's just that when the newly bought maidservant in the mansion finished making tea and got up to give way, he saw him Pi Yi couldn't help but his expression moved, showing a bit of panic, and seeing that Xie Xun didn't mean to blame himself, he was slightly relieved, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Ah Lang, please use it." The hands of the tea grinder trembled a little, and he said softly: "The servant girl is not serious, but in the future, Alang really doesn't need to do it himself."

Xie Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and personally poured the fried white dew tea into a shallow-bottomed Xing kiln white porcelain tea bowl, took a sip and smiled at her, but seeing the bewildered look on the little maid's face, he couldn't help but whisper Sighing, "Forget it, you go and teach Langhuan."

Lang Huan was packing up the books in the study at the moment, and she entered the tea hall after hearing Xie Xun's summons. When she entered the tea hall, she saw that Xie Xun was wrapped in a big woolen cloak, with a fleece mattress on her knees, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Nufang just ordered someone to burn the hand stove sent by Zen Master Que Min. Why doesn't Alang warm his hands?"

Xie Xun glanced at the copper hand stove with lotus pattern, and said lightly: "I don't want it."

Lang Huan covered her mouth and said, "Ah Lang hates Chan Master Que Min so much, but why did he build Ganlu Temple for him?"

The Chan Master Que Min she said came to Xie Xun's mansion in western Zhejiang in the early autumn. At that time, Xie Xun saw that he was wrapped in a gray monk's robe and looked very young. He put his hands together and bowed to himself, saying: "Amitabha, who It is expected that the Suihou pearl from Chang'an's Yongsheng period has now fallen in the west of Zhejiang, and the peach tree in Chang'an's Xuandu Temple has probably already been planted."

Xie Xun thought that the monk's words and deeds were really funny, but on the surface he couldn't get along with him, because although Que Min was not well-known, his teacher was Zen Master Chonghui, who was given the purple clothes and the title of Dharma.

Chong Hui had a good relationship with Wei Gong Xuan Yi, and since Xuan Yi became an official, he often practiced Zen with him.

Que Min asked him why he didn't know himself, and Xie Xun laughed sarcastically: "A certain unworthy student, once he was humiliated as a master, he didn't dare to be proud of himself in the name of a teacher, and he never did it under Chan Master Chonghui. There you have to hear the name of the Zen master."

"That's how it is." Que Min didn't think it was disobedient, but instead he smiled and said as if he didn't understand at all, "It's the master who has the final say on insulting the master, and you, a student, talk like this, if it's different from the master's comment, wouldn't it be justified?" It is really a pity that I lost the opportunity to support you. You must know that there are many regrettable and deplorable things in the world, all of which come from this idea."

Que Min was indeed the most worldly of all the monks Xie Xun had ever met. Unlike those monks who spoke Zen and closed their mouths, almost two out of three sentences of Monk Que Min could not find any logic, even if he He didn't say a few words to Xie Xun, but his words revealed what he thought he knew about Xie Xun's past all the time.

At that time, Xie Xun just ignored Que Min's idle talk about Suihouzhu when he first met him, and only smiled at him, and said softly: "Young Master Guan's words and deeds don't look like a disciple of the Shi family."

The young monk said calmly and kindly beyond his age: "It doesn't matter whether you look like it or not. Just like Subhuti once asked the Buddha, he said that there are quite a few sentient beings who can hear such words and sentences. This is true, and you should know that you are a human being. The Buddha also told Ananda, as you said, that the true love and happiness are due to the mind and eyes. If you don’t know where the mind and eyes are, you will not be able to subdue the dust. It’s like a king who is invaded by thieves. Send troops to punish them. Soldiers must know where the thieves are. To make you turn around, your mind and eyes are to blame. I ask you now, only your mind and eyes, where are you now. This is the same reason as the other. If there is a Buddha in your heart, why do you need to send it out? Yu Zhangju."

"That little master is very temperamental." Lang Huan half-kneeled in front of Xie Xun's knees, recalling the situation when she first met Que Min, and suddenly laughed, "Ah Lang just said one thing, and the little master moved A lot of Buddha's words came out, and Alang dare not say that he is not like a disciple of the Shi family."

Xie Xun didn't answer, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Langhuan, do you still remember why I went out in the first place?"

Sure enough, Lang Huan put aside the matter of sympathy, and turned her head to think for a long time before she said in a low voice: "It seems that there is an admonishment for the doctor's impeachment...to impeach Alang for his negligence in the imperial examination and several other crimes."

"You are right. As for how those criminal evidences were obtained, I have also thought clearly during these days in western Zhejiang. And some of the crimes are fabricated, but some are true. About the person who impeached I never thought that I would admit it all..." Xie Xun put the bowl of tea away, looked up and saw Lang Huan listening carefully, and couldn't help but playfully smiled at her, "You might as well take a guess, Which ones are true." Lang Huan hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Are you overstepping?"

Xie Xun heard the words and said, "Remove this tea." Seeing Lang Huan's puzzled look, he whispered: "Tea lovers, lovers of monks, I am not the two, there is nothing I can do, now Drinking tea, on the contrary, has failed it.”

Lang Huan couldn't help but shed her panic when she heard the words and laughed with him: "There is such a saying, but