Rebirth: Thousand Miles of Smoke

He lowered his head and looked very remorseful. He couldn't bear it anymore. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore. He can produce everything in calligraphy and painting, and his reputation can't be said to spread throughout the entire Tong country, but he is also a small celebrity in the city.

"Father, since Lin Ziyao admitted his mistake, let's forget about it."

Seeing the eldest son pleading for Lin Ziyao, Master Lin sighed, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it, go to Wanfu Temple to copy thousands of Buddhist scriptures, and come back in two months."

Lin Ziyao stood up, stabilized his body, and then said: "Yes, father, my son will go get ready now."

But Lin Feng looked at the younger brother who walked out, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He turned to Master Lin and said, "Father, this matter about me is probably related to Prince Rong..."

"After all, we are relatives, and we can't compare to Prime Minister Cheng. Besides, Bai Xing is the cousin of King Rong. It was better for us to remain neutral. Looking at the fate of others, you have given face by not being dismissed, but They have underestimated the old man too much, and they have not confiscated the military power, hmph!"

Lin Feng lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and he began to think about which move to take next.

As soon as Lin Ziyao walked out, he felt relieved, this matter was over, as long as he stayed in Wanfu Temple for two months, it would be fine, as for the future.

Lin Ziyao looked back at the study, no matter what his father's attitude towards him in this life is, he must leave the Lin family sooner or later. He has never been attached to this Lin family, and his only relative has long since passed away. Naturally, this place makes him unable to stay any longer. down.

Back in the small courtyard, Hualien was cleaning. Seeing Lin Ziyao coming back, he immediately greeted him: "My lord, do you want me to heat up the meal?"

"No need, go and pack some clothes. Let's go to Wanfu Temple to contemplate for two months." Lin Ziyao glanced at Hualien, "You, pretend to be a book boy and come with me."

"Huh? Oh, good!" After Hualien put away the broom, she immediately went in to pack her things.

Lin Ziyao sat outside, looking at the jade on his waist, even if he found the piece of jade in the lake, but the piece of jade he was carrying fell into the lake. Even if there is no fate, I can't force it, and that person has never looked at me directly.

4. Lose or win

Back then, Lin Ziyao might not have realized why Master Lin sent him to a temple. Although the three-month fine was missing in this life, the copying of Buddhist scriptures was added.

"Why did the master ask you to go to the temple?" Hua Lian, who was dressed as a book boy, asked doubtfully.

"Probably because I was afraid that I would be troubled by Vice Admiral Bai." Lin Ziyao carried the package on his back with a smile, but he did not forget how much Bai Xing hated him, "Is the luggage ready? Take everything you should bring, right? "

As for his father's real intentions, Lin Ziyao didn't know. Since he was a child, he envied his elder brother and second sister, who could have his father's comfort and praise. At that time, he felt that he was not born by his father. I don't know if it's numb, but later, seeing the scene where their father and son are in harmony, I won't feel sad.

But that was after my mother passed away.

Hua Lian patted her chest and assured, "Nothing will be left behind, don't worry, my lord."

The plan of the two of them weeding in the afternoon was in vain, so they could only go to Wanfu Temple, sitting in the carriage, Hualien had never traveled far, although Wanfu Temple was not far outside the city, but for a woman who rarely even went shopping For me, the world outside the carriage is new.

When he saw something strange, he asked Lin Ziyao, and when he passed by the juggling troupe, he also exclaimed. Lin Ziyao felt that if he brought this girl with him, it would be impossible for him to have clean ears in a Buddhist place like Wanfu Temple.

Wanfu Temple is still the same as before, except that the young monk named Kong Jing is still waiting.

"It's so quiet here, I don't dare to speak loudly." Hualien has been to the temple several times, but all of them came to pray with her family. She has never entered here, and she stretched her neck and looked out. , "I just saw the big tree in front of the door, it's quite interesting."

"I didn't come here to play. Don't forget that you have to copy thousands of Buddhist scriptures." Lin Ziyao poured cold water on it, but Hua Lian said with a smile, "That's your son's business. I'll just polish the ink for you."

This girl, Lin Ziyao put down the burden and started tidying up: "Don't be dazed, come here and tidy up all the clothes."

"Oh."

Lin Ziyao gave up without copying a few words in his previous life. The little novice Kong Jing didn't believe that when Lin Ziyao asked for a hundred copies of Buddhist scriptures to copy first, he would calm down and copy Buddhist scriptures, but Lin Ziyao just Xiaoxiao: "Then help me get a few copies first, I'm afraid I can only copy so much in two months at most."

But, in fact, Lin Ziyao did wash up with the monks of the temple when the cock crowed in the morning, had breakfast, chanted scriptures in front of the lobby, and then returned to his small courtyard to set up a table and ink to start copying scriptures, Wanfu Temple In Naiguo Temple, there are no less than ten thousand volumes of Buddhist scriptures, all of which were copied by the abbots of past dynasties.

Lin Ziyao looked at the bad characters in his own hand, and then looked at the scriptures copied by hand. After living for two lives, he could only recognize the characters, but the characters were still unsightly, so he was somewhat ashamed. Gradually, within a few days, his handwriting at least has a shape, but it is still a thousand miles away from the words on these hand-copied scriptures.

It's just that he can't understand the meaning of this scripture. It can only be used as a practice of calligraphy and self-cultivation.

"Young master, it's time to rest." Hua Lian watched Lin Ziyao write these things day and night, and her ink grinding hands were sore, but Lin Ziyao hardly left the table for a moment except to eat and relieve his hands. This little girl kept grinding ink, and also helped to brush off the apricot leaves that fell on the table. Seeing that it was autumn, but this person didn't remember to add an extra dress, Hua Lian sighed, and was going to go back to get a cloak.

This kind of rising at sunrise and resting at sunset, Lin Ziyao copied the scriptures in front of the yard every day. After a long time, even the little novice who brought the food found it inconceivable.

About a week later, many monks knew about a young man living in the temple who insisted on copying the scriptures under the tree. Sometimes everyone would come to have a look. He always copied the scriptures with his head down. As a boy, Lin Ziyao has a good temper. When someone happens to be around, he will casually ask some words he doesn't understand.

Many of these monks grew up here when they were young, but their understanding of Buddhist scriptures is only half-knowledgeable. There is an older monk, Feijing, who can explain his doubts. When the two of them are together, they always pose together Vice chess, boil a pot of tea, the tea is old tea, the taste is not very good, but Lin Ziyao doesn't pay attention to these, the two of them discuss some Buddhist scriptures while playing chess, Lin Ziyao has benefited a lot from Feijing, and respects him It is also getting deeper.

"Recently, I have become better at chess, and my technique has changed from the previous fierce attack to a more controlled approach." Feijing said, but still took away five or six sunspots from Lin Ziyao.

Lin Ziyao rubbed his nose, but just smiled, and caught a glimpse of Hualien dozing off from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go to the Sutra Pavilion in your spare time. There are many books there. His Majesty the emperors of all dynasties must have come to Wanfu Temple to fast for more than half a month before offering sacrifices, leaving behind many books."

"I can't even read those. I'm an ordinary person. How can I, a commoner, read the emperor's book? If there are some unofficial histories and historical volumes, I'm interested."

Feijing smiled and said nothing, seeing that it was getting late, and after dropping another piece, Lin Ziyao was defeated again, losing again and again, Lin Ziyao was somewhat disappointed, Feijing took the pieces one by one He entered the box and said: "Losing is not necessarily a loss, and winning is not necessarily a victory. Your chess skills have improved, and you have won from this loss. Let go of your obsessions, and what you see will also be the same." more."

Lin Ziyao was stunned for a moment, seeing that he got up, he knew that the other party was going to leave, so he also got up and sent Feijing to the door, and finally said: "Lin Ziyao understands what the master said."

At this moment, Hualien woke up. Seeing that Master Feijing was not there, she rubbed her eyes: "What are you talking about? I just fell asleep accidentally."

"It's nothing." Lin Ziyao got up and put the chess box aside. Feijing's words really made him think deeply. It reminded him not to be obsessed with winning or losing, but to see the other side in the middle, just like the entanglement he had with that person before. Same, too persistent.

In fact, it’s quite good to be like this, copy scriptures in the morning, play chess in spare time, sit and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, as if closing your eyes, the world really has nothing to do with him...

The food in the temple is very light, but Lin Ziyao thinks it is good. He copied the scriptures here and eats vegetarian food every day. His energy is better, but he wants to eat some meat more and more: "Hey, Hualien, can I eat meat?"

"Let's not think about it for now. Everyone else eats green vegetables, and you still have radishes. At least a bowl of egg custard, you should be content." Hualien glanced at Lin Ziyao, not sure if it was an illusion. After a few days, I feel that Lin Ziyao looks better, probably because he doesn't hang his head so much, and his tone is more confident, and his fair skin, tsk tsk.

Put the food on the table and said, "Anyway, I think this is very good. Seeing that you are so white and tender, you look more beautiful."

Hearing Hualien describe herself like this, Lin Ziyao couldn't laugh or cry. This skin that is always wrapped in thick clothes is like his mother's, and the second sister in the family can't compare.