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The peach blossoms all over the mountain are in full bloom, and the fragrance of peach blossoms pervades the Lanyin Temple.

The days of working at Yushitai are boring and boring, how can it be pleasant to come out to play.Xie Zhao felt like a bird that had been imprisoned for a long time, and now he finally smelled the breath of freedom.

He was in a happy mood and walked briskly, walking up the steps quickly, leaving Fu Ling and Bingwen Qilan behind.When he got to the top of the steps, he turned around to look at the three people behind him, and urged, "You three old grandpas, why are you walking so slowly!"

This old grandfather not only made the three of Fu Ling laugh, but even the two official wives who happened to pass by covered their mouths and chuckled, and looked over with their eyes bent.

Fu Ling walked up unhurriedly.

Xie Zhao complained: "You are crawling like tortoises, you can't be slower."

Fu Ling glanced at him, "After all, we are three old people, we are not as young and lively as you."

The "young and lively" Mr. Xie responded to the compliment with a smile, and finally had the sympathy to wait for the "grandfathers", so he didn't rush to catch up.

The steps were a bit long, and Bingwen was panting from climbing, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed.

Qi Lan looked down on him from the side: "Why are you so weak?"

Bingwen wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a breath and replied, "I haven't exercised for a long time, how would I know that I can't even climb a mountain now."

Xie Zhao and Fu Ling were walking in front, and felt that the two behind them seemed to have disappeared. Turning around, they found that Qi Lan was sitting on the steps beside him, supporting Bingwen.

Xie Zhao asked, "Bingwen, are you okay?"

Seeing that he had delayed everyone's schedule, Bingwen couldn't help but smile embarrassedly: "I'm just a little weak in my legs...My lord, why don't you go first, I'll rest here for a while and then go up to find you."

Before Xie Zhao could speak, Qi Lan beside him frowned and said mockingly, "Are you alone? You won't know if you get lost in the temple later."

He said to Fu Ling: "Your Highness, you and Mr. Xie go up first. I will sit here with Bingwen for a quarter of an hour and meet you later."

Just as Xie Zhao wanted to say that everyone could wait for Bingwen together, Fu Ling said, "Then Qi Lan will take care of Bingwen here."

He asked Qi Lan and Bingwen: "If you can't find me and Mr. Xie later, you can go to the vegetarian restaurant and wait for us."

Qi Lan said yes.

So in the blink of an eye, there were only Fu Ling and Xie Zhao in the team of four.

Xie Zhao glanced at Fu Ling who was walking a little slower than him, but still couldn't see the tired and embarrassed posture, and asked curiously, "Your Highness, are you not tired?"

Didn't everyone know that the third prince is weak?

"A little tired, but okay."

Fu Ling said frankly, "I was weak when I was young, and I was sick in bed all the year round. Later, my mother found a doctor for me to recuperate my body, and taught me a unique boxing method for health. This boxing method has some effects. I practice it. After so many years, it is not without gain.”

Xie Zhao pondered: "It sounds like that doctor is not an ordinary person."

Seeing that Fu Ling was noncommittal, Xie Zhao smiled again: "Aren't you afraid that I will covet this body cultivation boxing technique?"

He turned his head to look at Fu Ling, but he didn't notice that there was a naughty child rushing towards him in front of him.

Fu Ling grabbed Xie Zhao and pulled him towards him with a little force, so that Xie Zhao would not be bumped into by the boy. He said flatly, "You want to learn. I can teach you when I go back today."

At an angle that Xie Zhao didn't notice, he raised his eyes and looked at the boy coldly.

The boy was suddenly looked at by him with such unemotional and stern eyes, his nose shrugged in fright, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he turned around and threw himself into his mother's arms.

The mother was a gorgeously dressed, haughty woman.Seeing her son crying, she just wanted to raise her head to reprimand her, but when she raised her eyes to meet Fu Ling's indifferent expression, she lost her voice for a moment.

The woman didn't dare to say anything, she just made a "Northern Barbarian" mouth in disgust, and then quickly left with the child.

Xie Zhao turned his back to mother and son, not noticing all this.

He stood up straight, watched the mother and child leave together with Fu Ling, and then smiled and sighed to Fu Ling: "Thank you for helping me, otherwise I would have been knocked down the steps by that child, and my arms and legs would be broken."

If you break your arms and legs, that child won't be able to escape either.

Fu Ling thought so in his heart.

He looked down at Xie Zhao's crystal-clear eyes, and his slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed: "It's good that you're fine."

The two climbed up the stairs and finally came to Lanyin Temple on the top of the mountain.

The sound of the bell rang in my ears along with the sound of the Buddha, and the fragrance of peach blossoms at the tip of my nose faded away, but the smell of incense gradually became stronger.The little novice at the side handed three incense sticks to the two respectively, and said with a smile: "Sincerity leads to spirituality. The two benefactors must keep it in mind."

Belief in Buddha and offering incense is a tradition in Dayu, but people in Beiyan do not believe in it very much.

Fu Ling didn't take the little novice's words to heart at all, and he didn't worship, and directly inserted the incense into the big incense burner.

He turned to see Xie Zhao, but saw Xie Zhao with a rare serious face, bowed his head to the right, and the words were clear: "Swear to renounce all evil." Then to the left, said: "Swear to practice all good." Finally, he faced the back center , said: "Swear to save all sentient beings."

After that, he inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner, and the smile returned to his face.

The little novice nodded again and again, and his expression was quite moved: "The benefactor is a person who is destined for Buddha, and he must have a great fortune."

On their way to the next pavilion, Xie Zhao lightly bumped Fu Ling's arm with a smile, and joked: "If you follow my example, you will also be a person with great fortune" in the words of the little novice. .”

Fu Ling said: "It's nothing compared to Xie Your Excellency will come."

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows: "I am a predestined person in the Buddhist family, how can His Highness say that I will come?"

Fu Ling glanced at him, but still couldn't hold back the corners of his lips: "Then I hope that someone from the Buddhist family will save me and keep me safe and sound."

When Xie Zhao heard this, he laughed immediately: "If you don't save the common people, you have to save Your Highness."

If you don't save the common people, you have to save Your Highness.

He said it lightly, but Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, and felt an inexplicable movement in his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, Xie Zhao had already entered the pavilion in front of him, turned around and asked him, "What is your Highness in a daze for, why haven't you followed?"

Fu Ling could only let go of his chaotic and complicated thoughts for a moment, and walked to Xie Zhao's side.

There was an elderly monk sitting on a stool in this building, with a gray beard and a thick face, squinting his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.The table in front of him was clean, except for a bamboo jar filled with densely packed signatures.

Xie Zhao asked Fu Ling: "Does Your Highness want to ask for a lottery?"

Fu Ling nodded dispensably: "If Mr. Xie wants to ask, it's not that I can't."

Xie Zhao said, "Then let's try."

In fact, Xie Zhao didn't believe in such things. He didn't seek fame or karma. This time, he just found it interesting to ask for a signature, and was curious about what kind of signature he would throw out.

At this time, there were only a few pilgrims offering incense in the attic, the sunlight outside the window was blocked by the house, and the attic was quiet and cool.

The old monk sensed the sound of footsteps getting closer, and opened his eyes to look over.

The monks in Lanyin Temple have practiced Buddhism for many years, and most of them have kind eyes, clear eyes and gentle temperament.

This monk was a little different from other monks, it was alright when he closed his eyes, but when he opened them, his eyes showed a bit of sharpness that was incompatible with other people.

The old monk looked Xie Zhao and Fu Ling up and down indiscriminately, pushed the bamboo jar forward, and said in a low voice, "The two benefactors cast lots."

Fu Ling said, "I'll come first."

Xie Zhao first picked up the bamboo jar, randomly shook out a stick, and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk laughed when he saw the signature.

"Running around to block many dangers, whether to go to Tailai or not."

He read this sentence back and forth several times, "It's really interesting, good and bad are all in one thought, this benefactor's suffering is delicious, but it's up to you whether you can get through it."

Fu Ling's expression was calm, his brows and eyes were still, and he asked the old monk: "So this is a lottery?"

The old monk laughed loudly: "No, it's the signature!"

Fu Ling didn't believe this at all, and he wasn't very happy when he heard this. He just looked back at Xie Zhao and signaled Xie Zhao to draw the lottery.

Fu Ling was signed, and Xie Zhao was also happy.

He walked to Fu Ling's side, picked up the bamboo jar, and quickly pulled out a lottery.

The old monk took a look and gasped in surprise.

"The origin is clear, but the future is unknown. We must know that the strong are also easy to break." He sighed, looked at Xie Zhao for a long time, and suddenly said regretfully: "This benefactor is the one who signed the lottery."

Xie Zhao was stunned.

He was still in a trance, but Fu Ling was already angry, and said coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost, what nonsense!"

Fu Ling didn't want to listen to that smelly monk talking nonsense anymore, so he simply grabbed Xie Zhao's forearm and pulled him out.

When the two left the pavilion, Xie Zhao couldn't help laughing at his face as cold as ice and snow.

Obviously he was the one who drew the lower lottery, but now he wanted to comfort Fu Ling who had drawn the upper lottery: "Your Highness, you don't have to take it seriously. As for fortune-telling, if you always believe it, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't."

Seeing that Fu Ling was still stern, he had no choice but to comfort him in another way: "What's more, if something happened to Xie Zhao, with His Highness helping him, he would definitely get through it safely, don't you think?"

Fu Ling paused and looked at Xie Zhao.

He tightened his face, his tone was unprecedentedly serious, and he said word by word: "Xie Zhao, don't believe it."

This was the first time he called Xie Zhao's name, serious and serious, telling Xie Zhao not to believe his signature.

Xie Zhao had to admit that he was very moved at this moment.

So he also put away the smile on his face, facing Fu Ling with clear eyes, and said softly: "Well, I don't believe it."

The sun was high, it was getting late, and Xie Zhao was a little hungry.

So the two of them didn't go to other places, and went straight to the vegetarian restaurant.

Bingwen and Qi Lan have been waiting here for a long time.Seeing Xie Zhao's arrival, Bingwen went to Xie Zhao's side happily: "Young master, I have already asked the master, and I know what are the best vegetarian dishes here, so I will order now."

Xie Zhao patted him on the shoulder: "Sure enough, it's my caring and good Bingwen!"

Xie Zhao praised Bingwen for his caring heart.

He smiled and said to Xie Zhao: "Then Qi Lan and I will go to order food together, and then bring the food."

Qi Lan watched from the side, thinking that Bingwen's physical strength is not good, but he is indeed delicate in mind, which is not without merit.

Hearing Bingwen calling himself, he curled his lips and followed quickly.

Bingwen did a good job in his homework.

Xie Zhao ate this vegetarian meal to his heart's content. After eating the noodles in the bowl, he didn't even let go of the clear soup, and drank it all.

After eating, he put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach contentedly, and sighed, "When shall we come again?"

Bingwen chuckled: "The great monk told me how to do it, I will go back and tell the cook, so that you can eat such delicious pasta every day in our house!"

What he said made Xie Zhao happily call him "caring and gentle".

With such an excellent Bingwen as a comparison, Qi Lan is inevitably in a bad mood.

He clenched his chopsticks tightly, frowned, and thought reluctantly: It seems that he still needs to ask Bingwen for advice some other day.

After eating vegetarian food, several people went down the mountain, and happened to meet the prince and princess again.

The prince once again warmly invited: "You two are going back to the city, why don't you go with our husband and wife?"

Xie Zhao refused with a smile: "I'm afraid we won't be able to squeeze in so many people."

These words are completely refusal, the prince's carriage is three or four times the size of Xie Zhao's carriage, how could it not fit him and Fu Ling?

The prince heard his polite refusal, so he could only sigh, and said with regret: "Then we can only meet another day, and then we can have a good time."

Xie Zhao's tone was straightforward: "Definitely."

At this time, Xie Zhao refused decisively, but half an hour later, Xie Zhao regretted it: If time went back, he would definitely take Fu Ling and Bingwen Qilan to climb into the car of His Royal Highness, and they would not be able to drive away.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to predict the prophet.

Sitting in the violently bumping carriage, Xie Zhao rubbed his swollen forehead after hitting the carriage, listening to Bingwen's exclamation and the horse's neighing outside, he and Fu Ling looked at each other tacitly.

What happened was clear to both of them.

Looking at the rapidly bruised area on Xie Zhao's forehead, Fu Ling's eyes darkened: "...the horse was drugged."

Xie Zhao smiled wryly: "Now that I sign the lottery, I deserve it really quickly."