Gao Chi of the Ming River

Daqingshou Temple...

OK, long steps...

"What? Do you want your father to carry you up?" Zhu Di walked up two steps, quietly behind, then turned around, squinted at Zhu Gaochi, and asked with a half-smile.

Zhu Gaochi bowed his hands respectfully, and said solemnly, "A son should not bother his father."

With his hands behind his back, Zhu Di gave a very majestic hum, "Father sees your legs are short, that's all, father will work hard to carry you up." After that, he was about to walk down.

But Zhu Gaochi bowed in a polite manner, and said seriously, "My son doesn't dare. Although my son has short legs, my son thinks that with such a few steps, my son can still go up." After a pause, he added seriously, "I am the son of my father!"

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows, "Well said!" He bent down and laughed in a low voice, "You have short legs, so climb slowly. Father Wang is waiting for you up there."

Zhu Gaochi's heart froze.

Zhu Di got up slowly again, and said to Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng, who had been holding back their laughter, "You are not allowed to help, let the son go by himself!"

Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng hurriedly handed over each other.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Di who was so relaxed and swaying while humming an unknown song while climbing up, he was speechless... After a long while, he sighed very vicissitudes, why is his father... so like the one who just teased his younger brother with candied haws on the street Bad boy...the father of three sons...too undignified!Not serious!Zhu Gaochi hated that iron could not become steel.

Zhu Gaochi sighed in his heart, shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and slowly moved his calves and began to crawl.

The three of Zhu Di who had already climbed the steps stood on the steps, looking down, with their hands behind their backs, shaking their heads, their calves slowly moving, one step, one step, one step... After climbing a few steps, they stopped from time to time, occasionally Youyou wiped the sweat with his chubby hands, squinted his eyes for a while, sighed with emotion, occasionally stopped to look at the surrounding scenery, occasionally saw a bird flying by and exclaimed with bright eyes, and occasionally looked up at Zhu Disan Man, grinning with crooked eyes.

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes slightly, did this kid really crawl slowly?

Suddenly I heard two laughs that I couldn't help but laugh.

Zhu Di turned his head and cast a cold glance at Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng.Seeing that both of them lowered their heads hastily, he snorted, turned around, and walked towards Zhu Gaochi who had finally moved halfway up, snorting coldly in his heart, the only one who can laugh at that kid is him and me!

Zhu Gaochi was looking at the half-waisted scenery leisurely, and couldn't help nodding his head in admiration, um, the scenery here is not bad at all, not inferior to Huangquan Road, if there is a chance in the future, I will get here to see the scenery, and write poems and compositions by the way...

Suddenly seeing a large shadow covering him, Zhu Gaochi was taken aback, raised his head, and before he could make a sound, he was suddenly embraced by a pair of big hands.

"Father?!"

"Hmph, it's really useless to climb the stairs!"

"..." Dad, you said that your son has short legs and crawls slowly...

After climbing the steps in a few steps, he put down Zhu Gaochi and stared, "My father will train you tomorrow!"

Zhu Gaochi froze immediately.

It’s over.

The beautiful fantasy of the future in my heart... click!Broken!

Silently bowed his head and followed Zhu Di into the hall.

Looking up at the majestic Buddha statue, he was respectful in his heart. He straightened Yu Zu who had just been hit, took the incense handed over by the monk, knelt down and closed his eyes and prayed: Well, although this father is very suspicious, stubborn, domineering and unreasonable, there are three things. It's still not majestic or serious after being a son... But, Bodhisattva, please bless my father with good health and good luck.And my mother, Ping An Ning, two younger brothers are obedient and sensible, don’t make her angry, um, there is also Master Zhang Yu who may no longer be my master, and Zhu Neng, both of them are very good, Bodhisattva, you bless them...

Zhu Gaochi chanted until a low and laughing voice came to his ears, "I said Chi'er...have you read enough? The Bodhisattva is about to fall asleep right now..."

Zhu Gaochi opened his eyes, ignored Zhu Di, and still bowed solemnly before handing the incense to the monk.

Turning his head and looking up at Zhu Di with a calm face, he said solemnly, "Father, there is a god standing three feet above the head, and the father still needs to be respectful!"

Zhu Di was startled, then hooked his lips into a smile, with a bit of evil in the smile, bent over, and slowly pinched the small flesh of Zhu Gaochi's cheek with his fingers, narrowing his eyes and said, "Is Chi'er teaching father a lesson?"

"My son doesn't dare." Zhu Gaochi said seriously.Try to ignore the pain in your cheek.

"Chi'er respects the gods so much, I am very pleased for my father." Zhu Di nodded and said with a smile that was not a smile.

"Chi'er learned from his father." Zhu Gaochi said solemnly, cupping his hands respectfully.

"Oh?" Zhu Di raised his eyebrows slightly, and his finger strength slightly increased.

"Father...the son is wrong..."

Only then did Zhu Di let go of his hand, and patted Zhu Gaochi's head in satisfaction, "Chi'er, knowing your mistakes can make a big difference."

Zhu Gaochi muffled in response.He sighed again powerlessly in his heart, why is his father so unreasonable?

"My lord's words are wrong!" A somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

Zhu Gaochi followed the prestige, and a sturdy monk in his 50s came with his hands folded, his face was a bit fierce, and his eyes had a cold light, but Zhu Gaochi looked intently, but felt that although the monk's eyes were cold, he was not cold. The face is fierce but the expression is very hearty.

This monk... is interesting.The existence of such contradictions...

Although Zhu Gaochi felt that he must have seen this monk in his previous life, but at this time, except for a little familiarity, everything else was very strange.

The monk walked up to Zhu Gaochi, and first saluted Zhu Di, "Daoyan has seen the prince."

Then he turned his head and saluted Zhu Gaochi with a full smile. When he saw Zhu Gaochi, he let out a cry of surprise, and his face was very surprised.

Zhu Gaochi put his hands together with a gentle expression, "Zhu Gaochi has met the master."

"Oh, my son, forgive me, Dao Yan was rude." The monk hurriedly folded his hands together and saluted again.

"Gao Chi asked the master for advice, if you know your mistakes, you can improve it. Why is it wrong?" Zhu Gaochi asked with a very sincere expression.

Dao Yan smiled slightly, "I don't know anything about the world. There are three kinds of mistakes in the world, one is small mistakes, which are nothing more than trivial things like feather cork, the other is medium mistakes, which are nothing more than small mistakes in doing things, and the other is big mistakes. Mistakes made by the imperial court... Take the imperial court’s judgment of cases as an example. If a certain case is wrongly decided due to arbitrariness and conceit, although the mistake is later corrected, can the previous wrongful case involving human life be restored? No! So , There is nothing great about goodness."

Zhu Gaochi nodded again and again, this monk seems to be very capable.

At this time, Dao Yan looked at Zhu Gaochi's bright eyebrows with a flash of surprise again.

Zhu Di did not miss the moment of Dao Yan's surprise, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled and said, "Dao Yan, this king is here to discuss something."

Dao Yan nodded slightly, "If the prince and the prince don't dislike it, please come to the poor monk's Zen room."

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When they arrived at Daoyan's meditation room, Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng stood guard outside.

After Zhu Di entered the meditation room, the first thing he said was, "Daoyan, do you have any ointment here?"

Dao Yan was taken aback, Zhu Gaochi was taken aback.

Dao Yan came back to his senses, looked at the small bag on Zhu Gaochi's forehead, and suddenly smiled, "Yes, my lord, wait a moment."

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Di who had already sat down with a relaxed expression. Could this father be rubbing medicine on him?

When Daoyan brought the ointment, Zhu Di took it and walked towards Zhu Gaochi.

"Father?" Zhu Gaochi watched Zhu Di squat down, dig out the ointment and was about to apply it, and said quickly, "Son, do it yourself."

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes slightly, and glared at Zhu Gaochi.

Zhu Gaochi had no choice but to let Zhu Di gently apply the ointment on the small bag on his forehead and the red marks on his cheeks with some embarrassment.

I sighed again in my heart, if only this father didn't have so many problems...

After applying the ointment, Zhu Di slowly uttered a sentence, "Although my father really wants you to come by yourself, but—" glanced at Zhu Gaochi's finger that was playing, "Your hands are too short!"

Zhu Gaochi froze immediately.

Subconsciously looked up at another person in the house - Dao Yan.

Feeling powerless, too, too shameful! ! !

Zhu Di also followed Zhu Gaochi's line of sight, feeling a little embarrassed, forgetting that there was a third person in this room...

But now Daoyan is sitting in meditation with his eyes watching his nose and his nose watching his heart.The expression that seems to have settled down seems to say, I didn't hear anything...

Touching Zhu Gaochi's drooping head, Zhu Di coughed in embarrassment, "Daoyan?"

Dao Yan slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and smiled, "The poor monk is here."

Zhu Di thought for a while, then turned his head to look at Zhu Gaochi, "Chi'er, wait outside for your father."

Zhu Gaochi nodded, saluted Daoyan respectfully, and then left.

Seeing Zhu Gaochi leave, Zhu Di turned around and asked with a serious expression, "Daoyan, why were you surprised when you saw Chi'er just now? But what's wrong with Chi'er?"

Dao Yan shook his head slowly, and said with a smile, "My lord, don't worry, my son's face is not just as simple as being rich and powerful, I'm afraid there will be more in the future..."

Zhu Di frowned and interrupted, "Daoyan, don't say these words indiscriminately."

Dao Yan just smiled and didn't speak.

"It's that simple?" Zhu Di asked again, his eyes fixed on Dao Yan, "Don't deceive me."

Dao Yan hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly, "My lord, it's just that the face of the prince shows that he may have three catastrophes, and these three catastrophes may..."

"I'm afraid what will happen?" Zhu Di asked coldly.

Dao Yan was silent for a while before he said, "I'm afraid there will be life-threatening!" He added, "The poor monk just observed that the son should have passed the first catastrophe. But the son was sick before? Or have you been injured?"

Zhu Di was silent, remembering the fever that lasted for three days and three nights.He said lightly, "Chi'er had a high fever before."

Dao Yan let out a groan, and said in a low voice, "My lord, the son is the order of Qilin. With him, you will surely be able to turn evil into good luck, and go even further—"

"I just want him to be safe!" Zhu Di shouted in a low voice.

Dao Yan was silent for a while, before he said in a low voice, "The poor monk will do his best."

Zhu Di nodded, "That's the best." He frowned again and said, "Daoyan, from tomorrow onwards, go to the palace to be Chi'er's teacher."

Dao Yan clasped his hands together and said softly, "It's a poor monk's honor to be able to teach Qilin."