rebirth [rebirth]

When Xuanyin and Qinghui came to Yong'an all the way, it was the golden autumn and September.

Osmanthus osmanthus on both sides of the road are in bloom, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Next to a big tree at the gate of the city, there is a small breakfast shop. It happened that a pot of deep-fried dough sticks was fried, and the aroma made people salivate.

Xuanyin and Qinghui paused, and looked over there at the same time.

I saw a young man frying deep-fried dough sticks in front of a cauldron. Next to him was a woman with a bright smile, helping customers make soy milk and collecting money.

On the chopping board next to it, old men over seventy years old are rolling oil cakes one by one, which seem to be filled with red bean filling, which looks round and very attractive.

A four or five-year-old girl was blowing a windmill, whirring and whirling around the old man.

Xuanyin and Qinghui couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Master, this disciple is hungry."

They entered the city in time for the opening of the city gate, and it was just dawn at this moment, so naturally they had not had breakfast yet.

Xuanyin pulled him over to line up, sniffled and said, "The oil from this store smells like fresh soybean oil, not bad, not bad."

Qinghui grinned, and quickly touched the copper coin from her sleeve: "You are always so good at predicting things!"

Xuanyin smiled enigmatically.

The hostess of this breakfast shop is very diligent, and within a short while Xuanyin and Qinghui were lined up. The two ordered ten fried dough sticks, four oil cakes and four bowls of soy milk, and sat down at the dining table under the surprised gaze of the boss.

There were fewer customers now, so the hostess hurriedly wiped her hands and came over to wipe the table for them.

"Is the head of Taoism coming back to Yong'an?"

Xuanyin laughed: "That's right, I used to practice hard on the mountain, so it's rare to travel to Yong'an."

The hostess had a crisp voice, and she wiped the table clean with three swipes: "That's a good relationship. Now that the world is in peace and prosperity, the Taoist priest can play with the little master for a few more days."

Xuanyin and Qinghui returned the salute to her: "Thank you, benefactor."

Because they were outside, and the two of them were wearing Taoist robes, in order to save some face for the master, the two of them used this breakfast very reservedly, and they didn't gobble it up, but they still finished all the fried dough sticks and fried cakes within a quarter of an hour .

As Xuanyin said, the soybean oil used here is very fresh, and it is indeed delicious.

The master and apprentice were full of wine and food, and walked all the way to Changxin Palace.

It changed hands several times last year, and finally returned to Rong Jingxuan's hands. When he first returned to the country, he did not make major repairs. He only briefly repaired the main hall, main hall, ancestral hall and several palaces that Chuming Palace often visited. Fan, the other palaces remain as they are.

Seen from the Zijin Bridge, Changxin's tall palace walls are somewhat mottled, revealing the gray history inside.

Xuanyin straightened her clothes, pulled Qinghui to the front of the palace gate, and handed a jade tablet in her arms to the guard: "Please benefactor, please see Your Majesty."

The young guard recognized that it was Rong Jingxuan's token, dared not neglect it, and hurried in to report it.

Two quarters of an hour later, the master and apprentice entered the Changxin Palace smoothly.

This place is naturally very magnificent. At noon, the golden light of the golden crow shines on the glazed tiles, shining brightly.

Qinghui looked around curiously, and asked Xuanyin: "Master, I always feel something is different here."

Xuanyin smiled, and said softly: "Naturally, in 260, Crouching Dragon has gone through wind and rain, and it has stood firm. Now that all the hardships have come, it has given birth to a bit of immortality."

"As a teacher has taught you, so is life."

Qinghui asked: "But this is just a palace."

Xuanyin shook her head lightly, her voice was as ethereal as smoke: "Everything has spirits, just like you peek at plants, trees, flowers, and trees, they are all the spirits of heaven and earth. The same is true for palaces, which have no spirit at all. There is."

Qinghui was thoughtful, and stopped asking.

Not long after, the two were taken to Chuming Palace, the emperor's bedroom.

It was lunch time at this moment, the emperor and His Majesty the emperor had just finished their political affairs in the morning, and were sitting at the dining table waiting for the master and apprentice.

They wore simple and plain clothes, and only tied their hair with jade crowns, which looked very casual.

As soon as Xuanyin and Qinghui came in, they smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, long time no see."

Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze hurriedly stood up, and invited the two gentlemen to sit down: "Two priests, please stay safe."

Xuanyin and Qinghui were not polite either, they lifted their robes and sat down: "Your Majesty is indeed true."

That's right, the table is full of things he and Qinghui love to eat.There are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish, and at the end there are flower carvings hidden by Ouchi. The wine jar is still corked, but a pure smell can be smelled from a distance.

"Good wine." Xuanyin sighed.

Xie Mingze smiled, stood up and poured wine for him: "The Taoist priest has a good nose, this wine is fifty years old."

Xuanyin picked up the wine glass and saluted them both: "Pindao has not yet wished you two great achievements, so let's do it first as a respect."

As he said this, he raised his head and drank it up. His behavior did not look like a Taoist priest, but rather a chivalrous one.

Qinghui picked up her chopsticks and curled her lips: "It's just a matter of respect if you do it first, it's just a greedy bug."

Xuanyin ignored him and ate a piece of crispy chicken without changing his face: "Your Majesty's imperial chef is indeed a master."

Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze were full of wine, and after he had finished eating for a round, they both raised their glasses: "Master Dao, don't say anything unnecessary, you can come to Aze and me for anything in the future, no matter what, we will definitely be able to do it."

This already gave Xuanyin a lot of power, and the emperor and the emperor said that it could be done no matter what, so it must be no small matter.

Xuanyin put down her chopsticks, and solemnly raised her wine glass: "Thank you, Your Majesties, but the poor Taoist and his apprentice will go back to the mountain to meditate soon, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to go down the mountain again in their lifetime."

Rong Jingxuan was taken aback, and Xie Mingze didn't react for a while.

"Daoist..."

Xuanyin smiled, quietly picked up the steamed perch to eat, and after a mouthful of fish, he said slowly: "Your Majesty, we are originally from the mountains, but passers-by in the world of mortals. Now that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, we naturally have to go back to the mountains."

Rong Jingxuan was in awe: "We are the ones doing the photoshoot."

Xuanyin ate the food leisurely, and said: "The word Buddha is used very delicately."

After that, Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze didn't mention to stay them for a few days.

The four happily ate a meal like old friends, Xuanyin and Qinghui happily strolled around the Changxin Palace, and the next morning when Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze came down to court, the two came to say goodbye.

"Your Majesty, it is fate to meet each other, and it will be difficult to see each other again in the future when Pingdao returns this time."

"This time, I wish the two mountains and rivers will last forever and be united forever."

What he said was nondescript, but it made Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze laugh.

The two walked out and sent them all the way to the gate of the palace: "Prince Taoist, little master, take care."

Xuanyin took a deep look at them, and said with a smile: "Treasure."

After finishing speaking, he took his apprentice's hand and walked up the Zijin Bridge.

Little Qinghui secretly looked back and waved goodbye to them.

There was a lot of traffic and voices in front of the Zijin Bridge, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Since then, we have never seen each other again.

Xuantian Guan stands in the middle of the mountain, emerges in troubled times, and hides in peace.