Chapter 302 The old man is safe now

Beggar and Nangong Zhili went all the way to Yanlan City. Passing through Biyun Mountain, the beggar asked Nangong Zhili to accompany her to Shanyuan Temple. In the past, when Master Chongjing and Elder Zhongtong were there, Master Dongfang and the beggar asked for a marriage sign here, which was an ambiguous hexagram, saying good or bad. After going through hardships and obstacles, now Master Dongfang has disappeared, and some lovers have not been married, but their love has not been extinguished. Is this bad or good?

The beggar has been thinking about this problem.

After the death of Master Chongjing and Elder Zhongtong, the incense of Shanyuan Temple became worse day by day. Yutai took over as the head of the family and pointed out that a girl named Lifu was temporarily taking care of the affairs of the nun. The position of the head of the nun has always been false for Miss Yanzhi.

Yutai also needs to take care of Yu Miao, who is already mentally ill.

The most beloved woman, as soon as she entered the world for many years, she probably knew the news of the death of the teacher and the elder. She refused to come back to have a look. Maybe it was because the road was too far away, or maybe it was because the empty door of right and wrong was not as good as Hongchen.

Anyway, if she is safe, the sky of Shanyuan Temple will be sunny.

The incense is weak and the temple is poor. After eating the last meal, the next meal is unsustainable, which is not the most bitter.

The most bitter thing is a heart with nowhere to put it away.

The beggar hardly recognized Yutai for the first time he saw him again. The clear, rich and slightly indecisive man's face was full of vicissitudes, revealing some of the scene of the world. His eyes were so melancholy, and his eyebrows formed a clear and recognizable word "Chuan" because of his frown all year round.

Everyone in the temple, coarse linen clothes, cold rice residue.

Yu Miao sits in ** all day long and dares not go out. Her hair, long and scattered on her shoulders, is already gray. She said, "Toys...where are my toys..."

And the doll didn't know where it was going.

Maybe she lost it herself, or someone else took it and destroyed it.

The beggar's eyes were astringent and asked Yutai, "Do you remember who I am?"

Yu Tai said, "You are still you, your face has not changed. But the people around me are no longer the original one.

"It's like I haven't gone. Just like in the past, it was not me by her side, but I was always there. Nangong Zhili said mysterious words in Yutai's tone.

The beggar was angry and said impatiently to Nangong, "You are so thorough, why don't you occupy a hill and be a monk?"

Nangong Zhili smiled and said, "As long as your ears are clean and you don't change your mind, you can practice everywhere. I don't want to be a boring pseudo- Monk. My wish is that the person who is most unlikely to be a monk will become a monk, and the person who most wants to be a monk will be vulgar.

The beggar said, "If you have this ability, change the incense of Shanyuan Temple from withering to vigorous."

Yutai sighed: "The incense lies in the operation. If Yanzhi was there, the incense of Shanyuan Temple would not be like this.

The beggar asked quietly, "Has Sister Yanzhi ever come back?"

"No." Yutai shook his head: "It's better not to come back. Otherwise, she will be sad to see the decline of Shanyuan Temple.

The beggar said, "That's right."

I used fast food in Shanyuan Temple, which was full of light wild vegetables and a pot of thin noodle soup, not even steamed buns. The beggar knows that this is all the family's.

"If you are as round as me, if you eat here for half a month, all the oil and water will be washed down." The beggar laughed.

Yutai apologized: "I have wronged the two distinguished guests."

The beggar's face became serious: "For a long time, I'm afraid of being hungry. How can I revive the incense? Although Buddhism pays attention to vegetarian food, it can't be without a little oil and water.

Yutai said, "I'm used to suffering and don't feel bitter. What's more, even Elder Xu has eaten the same meal. What else is there to be picky about?

"Ele Xu?" The beggar was stunned.

"It's Xu Zhanchun, the second son of Xu Yuan's family." Yutai said slowly, "He built a wooden house in the Xiangzhu forest and almost never went down the mountain. He sent it to him every day, just like the monks and nuns ate."

The beggar has known about Xu Zhanchun guarding the Xiangzhu Forest for a long time. However, the beggar only thought that he would come once or twice a month. After all, people eat and live better than in the temple. Xu Zhanchun, a rich and noble son, has been treated like this for a long time. I didn't expect him to be a mission.

"Didn't Xu send someone to take him home?" The beggar said strangely.

"Retake it." Yutai said briefly, "At the beginning, Xu Yuanwai wanted his son to restrain his character, but he didn't expect Xu Zhanchun to be serious. Xu Yuanwai persuaded him to go back, but he refused. Finally, Xu Yuanwai found several strong men to take him back. He did not eat or drink for three or five days. Xu Yuanwai was afraid that he would starve to death, so he had to let him go. Xu Zhanchun returned to Xiangzhu Forest.

"Do you know what kind of life his son lives?" The beggar said, "For his son not suffering, why don't he donate some money for Shanyuan Temple?"

Yutai said, "At first, Xu Yuanwai was angry and wanted Xu Zhanchun to suffer more and get lost, but the result was completely contrary. Xu Yuanwai gradually couldn't sit still and asked people to donate money and materials. Xu Zhanchun understood Xu Yuanwai's meaning and resolutely refused to accept the things donated by his father in the temple, saying that he would rather be poor and nourish his heart. As the head, I naturally respect Xu Zhanchun's will. It's okay to suffer some suffering. Shanyuan Temple is because of the continuation of the incense, not because of some reason.

The beggar is silent. After a long time, he said, "I underestimated Xu Zhanchun. Can I go and see him?"

"Let's go." Yutai led the way and led the beggar and Nangong Zhili to Xiangzhu Forest.

The bamboo is lush, and the scenery is just like back then. Chongjing Shitai and the elder Zhongtong are here to become immortals.

A simple wooden house, hidden in it.

The unshaved man in a Buddha robe closed his eyes and meditated on a white pebble in front of the house. Everything around me is so quiet that it doesn't exist.

The beggar remembered the night on the willow head on the moon, and the scene of playing tricks on the romantic Xu Zhanchun with the Dongfang master disguised as a teacher.

The past is vivid in my mind, and it only becomes a memory.

"Here it comes." Xu Zhanchun heard the footsteps and opened his eyes calmly.

Without saying a word, the beggar asked directly, "You occupy the latrine pit and don't shit. The favorite place of Master Chongjing and Elder Zhongtong has been ruined by you for nothing!"

As soon as this statement came out, Yutai and Nangong Zhili couldn't stand it and coughed. Xu Zhanchun frowned slightly and said, "How do you say this?"

"A gentleman should do something and do something, not only a gentleman, but also a monk." The beggar said, "As the head of Master Chongjing and Elder Zhongtong, their greatest wish is to inherit the incense of Shanyuan Temple, solve the doubts of men and women in the world, and give me some advice, but you can only avoid the world and meditate all day long! With this skill, why don't you study the wind and moon sign to make the marriage in the temple more profound? You are corrupting the reputation and foundation of Shanyuan Temple!"

Xu Zhanchun's expression suddenly changed and said, "Shanyuan Temple is in the hands of Yutai's leader."

"Nonsense!" The beggar said, "It is everyone's responsibility for the rise and fall of the temple! Yutai is the head of the family. He only guards the front yard, but you are in charge of this Xiangzhu forest in the backyard! You see, the bamboo in the bamboo forest has turned green every spring and summer. Why are you still yellow and withered?

There was a layer of sadness on Xu Zhanchun's face: "I can't even make sense of my feelings. How can I point out all sentient beings?"

"What you want is that this is unreasonable! Only when it is unreasonable can you think and understand something. This understanding is the most profound truth in the hearts of the people!" The beggar patted his head and said, "Even if you can't understand it, it's good for you to go down the mountain Huazhai!" Put down your face and go from the top of the mountain to the red dust, and you can rise from the realm of meditation! You will find that there are many joys and sorrows, which are more contradictory and entangled than yours!"

"I'm here waiting for her to come back and apologize to her." Xu Zhanchun persuaded himself.

The beggar hated that she couldn't become steel and said, "But has she come back yet? If she doesn't come, you can look for it."

Xu Zhanchun was stunned and stood up: "Yes, she won't come. I'll look for it."

His eyes fell on the beggar's face: "You know where she is, don't you?"

The beggar said word by word, "I don't know. You should know it."

"Me?" Xu Zhanchun nodded and said, "Yes, she is in my heart. Let's go find her together."

Yutai looked at him quietly and said, "If you find Sister Yanzhi, just say that everything is fine in the temple."

Xu Zhanchun followed the beggar's buttocks and devoutly did not leave for a moment. It seems that as long as you follow closely, you can find her.

Nangong Zhili stopped in front of a wooden board and said, "The teacher and the elder have left. Some of the temple rules here are no longer applicable. Only by pushing out new things and removing its dross to extract its essence can Shanyuan Temple keep pace with the times.

The beggar echoed, "Yes. There are some rules, that the teacher hates too much and is too affectionate, but binds his hands and feet. This is also the reason why she can't successfully pass on the position of leader to her beloved disciple.

"After the death of Master Chongjing, he can be buried with the elder Zhongtong. The bars and frames here should also be more humane." Nangong Zhili said, "The teacher and the elder are in love with each other, and they can't be a secular couple. I think since they sleep in the same hole, they will not be as regretful as in this life in their next life."

Yutai stood for a long time and said thoughtfully, "It's time to discuss it with Lifu."

The beggar left some money and said to Yutai, "I'm not alms. I am a long-time believer of Shanyuan Temple. I only hope that Shanyuan Temple can become popular.

Yutai thanked and accepted.

"We're leaving now." The beggar said, "When your new temple rules are introduced, my sister Yanzhi and I will probably come back."

"Please take me with you." Xu Zhanchun pleaded.

The beggar deliberately stared and said in surprise, "Aren't you going to stay in the Xiangzhu Forest and not take a step?"

Xu Zhanchun said, "Today is like enlightenment."

The beggar, Xu Zhanchun and Nangong Zhili, came to the perennially disrepair house where he met Aunt Xiu in Qinghe Town to pay tribute. I inquired about the graves of the adoptive father and adoptive mother of the little moth, and burned a lot of paper money and soot all over the sky. The beggar was afraid of flying to another grave, dug a pit, burned all the paper money in it, covered it with soil, and said, "There is an underground palace next to the tomb where money is stored, and the two old people have endless money."

In the process of in the process of inquiry, the beggar heard that there was a good local "Li Jikan Ping Shoe Store" and was attracted by the name, so he came to visit. The shopkeeper was still very kind and said frankly, "We had an embroidered girl here a few years ago, who was skillful and could embroider all kinds of beautiful shoes. Later, an official from the capital came to dig her away, opened a large Kanping shoe farm in the capital, and made a fortune. Everyone misses the shoes made by the embroidered aunt. My family also made shoes, so I asked people to go to the capital to buy the most new shoes in Kanping Shoe Village, and let people compare them to make them. It's not to let Aunt Xiu's craftsmanship be lost.

The beggar said, "It is immoral to steal the word 'Kanping' registered by others! And your shop imitates the craftsmanship of embroidery, which is pirated, which is much worse than the original! If you really want to open a branch and want to make good shoes, you can go to Beijing to apply for a franchise. The headquarters will send some apprentices to guide you.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a long time. He intuitively met the master and asked repeatedly, "Where are you from?" How much money do you need to pay to join? I can't afford to pay for this small profit!"

"I'll give you a token, and you can show it to the stewor of Kanping Shoe Village. I won't ask for your franchise fee." The beggar said, "But I have a condition that the business will get better and better. You have to donate one-tenth of the profit to Shanyuan Temple in Biyun Mountain... You are only allowed to act as an exclusive agent in the Qinghe area. What do you think?"

The shopkeeper responded in panic, "I'm willing to donate half, not to say one-tenth!"

The beggar waved his hand and said, "One-tenth of it is settled. In the future, you will also need to train a group of apprentices and use more money.

The beggar wrote a contract with the agreement just now, took out a seal engraved with the "bandit goddess beggar" and added the seal: "You can also stamp your fingerprints and sign it. Take this paper and go to Kanping Shoe Village in the capital, and someone will receive you.

The shopkeeper was happy, covered with fingerprints and signatures, and carefully put the paper in the box.

The three beggars came out of Qinghe Town, and she said comfortably, "It finally opened up a financial road for Shanyuan Temple. The shopkeeper has benefited the most, not only making money, but also accumulating character.

Nangong Zhili looked back at Biyunshan and said, "You should have charged for joining this trick. Wealth and silk touch people's hearts. In the future, if he does a good job and makes a huge profit, he may not donate one-tenth to Shanyuan Temple. Besides, only he knows how much the profit is, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

The beggar said, "The raw materials they need have to be entered from the capital, and their profits can probably be calculated according to the raw materials consumed. If they don't know how to cherish it, they will re-establish another branch.

Nangong Zhili smiled and said, "I just know that you are so good at accounting. It's my eyes."

The beggar despised him: "You are not only clumsy, you are simply blind and slanted!"

Xu Zhanchun looked at them talking and quarreling, and his face was not as lifeless as before. It's just that the persistence of meditation in recent years has made him talk much less.

After another four or five days, I arrived at Yanlan City.

I didn't go to Yiyuan, and I didn't care about the local customs. The beggar went straight to the Water Margin Xianzhai.

It is no longer the rough earth wall of the pasture house. Rows of neat tile houses, covering an area of about 100 mu, are surrounded by mountains and rivers and shade, as quiet and peaceful as a paradise. Looking in from the gate, there are people who grow vegetables, farmers, and raise cattle and sheep. The old and young are orderly and self-reliable.

The beggar looks like a different world.

The doorkeeper saw the three of them wandering outside and didn't know them, so he said, "It doesn't look like they are in trouble. I don't know what you can do when you come to my village?"

The beggar secretly praised the girl Yanzhi's good education. Even the most vulgar group of people became polite. Should she also set an example?

The beggar arched his hand and said, "Have you ever heard of a bandit goddess here?"

The doorkeeper's look lit up, and his eyebrows flew up and said, "That's the ancestor of our Water Margin Xianzhai!" I came late and didn't have the chance to see his face! But her stories are circulating everywhere here! If you want to ask about her, you can find the right place!"

The beggar was very proud for a moment. Her name was not annihilated with her departure, but became a legend.

The ancestor? When the descendants of Shuihu Xianzhai heard this word, they must have thought that she had been 100 years old.

The beggar smiled and said, "Is your ancestor still alive?" Why isn't he here?"

The beggar wants to know how he is spread here in an all-round way.

The doorkeeper was full of pride: "The bandit goddess beggar... That is, our village owner, first was favored by Master Dongfang and brought to the capital to marry as a wife. Later... It was not very clear... The goddess bandit beggar likes to travel around the world, and Dongfang Ye also disappeared. Everyone guessed that they went back together to live the life of a fairy couple together. It's alive!"

The beggar was stunned. I don't know when tears fell down and flowed all over my face.

The doorman was scared and said, "What's wrong with you...?"

"I was moved by the love story of the bandit goddess and Dongfang Ye." The beggar choked and said, "But... sometimes, flying two nights is people's imagination. Reality is not that perfect.

"This..." The doorkeeper said bitterly, "Girl, don't be so discouraged. Aren't our ancestors and Dongfang Ye typical? As long as you believe it, you can find it!"

The beggar's heart is like a knife.

In the capital and in the deep palace, when it comes to Dongfang Ye, she has never been so heartbroken.

Probably, there, she has no heart.

And returned to Yanlan City. The place where she met and loved Dongfang Ye, and her heart was revived. And Master Dongfang has not been by her side for a long time.

Xu Zhanchun also witnessed the strong relationship between the beggar and Dongfang Ye, and couldn't help but feel sorry. He walked to her and said, "Please allow me to call you 'beggar master'..."

The doorman opened his eyes to the boss: "Beggar master? In Yanlan City, I'm afraid only the ancestor of our Water Margin Xianzhai can be called the beggar master... You two are not from here, are you?"

Nangong Zhili said, "Go and let your head, the old dove and Yanzhi girl, come to pick up the wind and wash the dust for the goddess of bandits."

The eyes of the doorkeeper are about to protrude, and no matter whether the woman in front of him is a bandit goddess or not, the other party can directly call out the name of the big boss and the second head, which shows some history. He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He quickly called the pass inside and couldn't believe it in astonishment: "Why are you so young..."