Chapter 101 Xiangrenism

At the end of the day, Nanning came to pick up Li Xiaoyao. Kaibao Temple was not far from the willow alley where Li Xiaoyao lived. The car stopped at the side door of Kaibao Temple. Li Xiaoyao got out of the car and looked up at the clean and neat yellow wall green tiles and the two brightly painted doors in front of him. He crossed the courtyard wall and saw the house inside, which was majestic and fresh. Bright.

"Is it a royal temple?" Li Xiaoyao took two steps and followed Su Zicheng's question. Su Zicheng nodded: "Well, the things in the palace or the still spirit are all here."

"Oh." Li Xiaoyao answered clearly. It seemed that the Empress Xianxiao also stopped here. No wonder he came here to incense. Li Xiaoyao stopped talking, followed Su Zicheng and entered the temple slowly.

Dongping guided in front and did not see any monks welcome him. On the way, he met several monks, but his hands folded and lowered his head slightly to one side. It seemed that this was the place where Su Zicheng often came. I'm afraid that Su Zicheng was not the only one who came often, so the monks in this temple were knowledgeable and had such a calm manner. Li Xiaoyao looked all the way. , the palace corridors are magnificent and magnificent. There is no paint mottled or dirty place. The new bright yellow short mantles under the eaves are stacked and dancing in the wind. Through the gap of the door of the hall, you can faintly see the golden Buddha statues and the bright long light candles in the hall. This open treasure temple is like its treasure. It's really precious.

Dongping led the two into a large hall behind. Xi'an and Beiqing stood at the door of the hall with their hands drooping left and right. Su Zicheng entered the hall. Li Xiaoyao hesitated and stopped outside the door of the hall. Su Zicheng turned his head and motioned, "Come in."

Li Xiaoyao stepped into the threshold, and there were two futons in the middle of the hall, with thin brocade mats. A famous gray monk stood in front of the Buddha statue. Seeing Su Zicheng and Li Xiaoyao coming in, he gently and ignited incense. First, he handed three to Su Zicheng, and three to Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao stood beside him with incense. On the other hand, watching Su Zicheng kowtow to the Buddha, he knelt down and kowtowed three heads and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

When she stood up, the monk next to the Buddha statue did not know when he had left. Su Zicheng wore a light gray silk gown, shook the folding fan, and was looking up at the Buddha paintings on the four walls of the hall. Li Xiaoyao inserted incense and breathed gently. He walked to Su Zicheng and followed his sight to look at the Buddha painting. The Buddha was painted by Buddha. Speaking, Guanyin smiled, and the painting was very vivid. Li Xiaoyao turned his head and looked at the lotus Guanyin sitting statue in the middle of the hall. In contrast, the Guanyin in the painting smiled more smoky. Li Xiaoyao followed Su Zicheng and slowly looked at the murals around him without saying a word. The two turned around. Su Zicheng sighed and pointed to the wall. The painting said, "My mother respected Guanyin the most when she was alive. She said that there were too many sorrows in the world, and the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva could not help everyone. Ordinary people should help themselves in everything." Li Xiaoyao looked at Su Zicheng in surprise, which was admirable! But such a rational mother will not love the child like a layman. Her love is in her heart. She will not spoil the child, will not hold the child and kiss while spoiling it. She will not send an umbrella as soon as she sees the rain, let alone see the child for a few days. When she hears a 'mother', she will cry. Alas, this mother is like Just like my mother.

"If you have a mother, you will be lucky." After a long time, Li Xiaoyao sighed to himself. Su Zicheng turned his head and looked at Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao bent his eyes and smiled as brightly as the sunshine outside the hall. He smiled and said, "Let's look ahead? I heard that various temples have been preaching scriptures in the past two days. Let's see the fun. Su Zicheng laughed and went out of the hall. The two walked along the corridor next to them and went all the way to the front hall.

Through the hall in the middle, the flow of people gathered. Dongping scattered back and forth and protected Su Zicheng and Li Xiaoyao in the middle without showing their presence. The lecture was in front of the hall. The group of people found a corner and stood. Li Xiaoyao looked up at the monk sitting on the high platform. He sat or knelt or stood in front of the platform. The head was dense, but quiet. Only the monk's gentle words could be heard. Su Zicheng pulled Li Xiaoyao to the side of the corridor railing and stood behind her, as if arching her in his arms.

The down-to-earth warmth penetrated through Li Xiaoyao's back. The warmth was like soaking in a hot spring. Li Xiaoyao stood motionless, afraid that the down-to-earthness and warmth were gone. The sound of the scriptures was too gentle, like a lullaby. Li Xiaoyao subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her mouth. She really wanted to yawn, and then Squeeze into the back arms and have a good sleep.

The sound of the scriptures flowed silently and stopped abruptly. In an instant, the crowd was noisy. Li Xiaoyao suddenly woke up and subconsciously retreated. He was stepping on Su Zicheng's feet. Before stepping on it, he reacted. He hurriedly jumped forward and blushed while accompanying him. It was not "I was careless that I stepped on you." "

Su Zicheng looked down at the obvious dirt on the upper, frowned and sighed. Forget it, this is not dirty. She has taught him much dirtier than this. Dongping and Nanning looked at each other. For a moment, they didn't know whether it was better to bend down and take a picture of the prince's shoes or not. His prince's shoes Zi has never been trampled and dirty.

Li Xiaoyao saw that Su Zicheng only looked down at his shoes and didn't notice himself. He was secretly relieved and quickly turned his head to look in front of the hall. Her face was very hot at this time. It must have been red. This scripture was indeed the most fascinating thing, and even she was distracted.

Nanning made a gesture and quietly withdrew to get the shoes for the prince. Su Zicheng stared at the dirt on his shoes for a moment, sighed helplessly, shook the folding fan and asked casually, "What good thing have you seen?" Li Xiaoyao hurriedly pointed to a 40-year-old man who had just worn in from the front hall, wearing a semi-old gray silk gown, wearing a seemingly simple and ordinary, but elegant middle-aged man everywhere, "That man, you see, is ambitious."

"Hmm?" Su Zicheng suddenly closed the folding fan, pulled Li Xiaoyao back, hid his body, and asked with a smile, "Have you seen him? Where can I see it?"

"I haven't seen it. There are many places that can be seen. First of all, let's talk about people. His body is only gray and blue from top to bottom. There is no one that doesn't match. Even the folding fan in his hand, you can see, it is also the same blue. The clothes are well matched. It may be that his subordinates are carefully served by his wife, but this folding fan must be chosen by himself. You The folding fan is also chosen by yourself, right?

Su Zicheng raised the folding fan in his hand and nodded quickly. Li Xiaoyao glanced at Su Zicheng's clothes and folding fan, and then said, " Even the folding fan should be matched with clothes. It can be seen that this man is very decorative. Look at the pearls on his head and the jade pendants on his waist. They are gray and blue, which are inconspicuous, but Such gray and blue can't be found. The rare word is enough. It can be seen that the family must be rich, but only wear a half-old silk gown. If you are so wronged, you must have some pictures.

"Is it that he likes to wear half-old clothes? Old clothes are comfortable. Su Zicheng looked at Li Xiaoyao and said, Li Xiaoyao curled his lips and said, "If you want to wear old clothes for comfort, you should wear them close to the old ones. Look at the trousers inside, snow-white brocade, like old ones? If it is said to be thrifty by nature, then look at his servants, who can be called rich slaves? There are also those guests around. Look, even those who wear silk, but they are looking for him. He is not only rich, but also expensive. Well, do you know him?

"I know you, go on." Su Zicheng motioned to Li Xiaoyao with a smile on his face. Li Xiaoyao stared at Su Zicheng for a while, and then slowly continued to say, "I have always been incomparable. Nine times out of ten refers to fighting around, and I can't count it at all!"

"I know. Just have fun. Hurry up and say it." Su Zicheng's smile on his face was stronger, urging Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao continued, "Did you notice when they came in just now? When the middle-aged man saw that the old man was almost overwhelmed by the servant, he bent down and stretched out his hand to help him. He also scolded the servant and avoided the way to give way to the old man. Was he extremely modest and polite and pitying the poor? Humph! If you are really modest and polite, pity the poor old family, how can you tolerate the old man's face and look at the servant who can still rush straight? Look at the doorwind from the domestic servant, and then talk about him. He should help him. Slowly bend down and slowly reach out his hand, waiting for the servant Qingke to help the old man in front of him! He must also be clean and dislike the old man's dirty. He has let the old man look around and be proud while 'where'. Isn't it a little like a curtain call after the performance? People of this age must have a plan to perform like this in front of everyone. They must be rich and noble. What they want must be famous and rich and noble. Isn't it a great ambition?

Su Zicheng raised his eyebrows and was about to speak. Seeing the group of people coming this way surrounded by middle-aged people, Su Zicheng hurriedly pulled Li Xiaoyao and hurried back. He turned around the main hall and turned a few more corners. He was far away from the middle-aged people. Su Zicheng let go of Li Xiaoyao and kept smiling. Li Xiaoyao looked at him obliquely. When he smiled and spoke, Su Zicheng smiled for a while, stood behind Li Xiaoyao, bent down slightly, and whispered, "His surname is Guo, the Marquis of Ningyuan Guo Qian, the third brother of Queen Guo, a famous virtuous minister of Peiping, a great talent and salute, and a pillar of my Peiping country!"

Li Xiaoyao was next to Su Zicheng, and the warm heat hit him. He only felt that his face was going to burn again. He quickly jumped forward and spread his hands and said, "I told you, my human skills have always been talking about things. Look, it's wrong again!"

Su Zicheng smiled and pushed her out of the temple: "Let's go back. We can't avoid it if we go shopping again. As expected, you are really powerful. If you settle down, I will ask Nanning to pick you up tomorrow. I have few people here who can deal with this ability to deal with those mess."

"Good! What time will it be tomorrow? Li Xiaoyao simply agreed,

"Don't be early. Nanning will come to your house at the moment, and come to me at the end of Chen." Su Zicheng looked down at Li Xiaoyao and replied with a smile.