Chapter 49 Monk is also a normal person

Tianen Temple is located in Dingfeng Mountain 40 miles away from the capital. The twelve peaks of the Dingfeng Mountains extend hundreds of miles. The main peak Dingfeng Mountain is surrounded by clouds and fog all year round, like a fairyland on earth.

In addition, Tianen Temple is commonly known as the royal temple, but it does not reject ordinary people, so it is famous and full of incense.

The stone steps up the mountain seem to extend to the sky. From time to time, there are incense guests going up and down the mountain. When they see the royal guard of honor, they all avoid early.

For almost an hour, the terrain gradually opened up, and many peaks seemed to be at their feet, surrounded by fog, only revealing the tip of the small mountain.

"Your Highness, Tianen Temple has arrived."

Master Huizhi, the host of Tianen Temple, came out of the hall with the chief master. He noticed that it was not the prince or Chu Yuanshan, the Duke of Dingguo. Master Huizhi was slightly stunned and looked as usual. He asked Yang Yiping and Chu Ruoxi to enter the temple.

Chu Ruoxi got off the soft sedan chair and looked at the depths of the ethereal clouds. There was a feeling of being high and only my respect.

Yang Yiping didn't care much about Master Huizhi's invitation. He only cared about Chu Ruoxi: "Sister Ruoxi, are we here to pray for my father?"

"Yes, Your Highness, these are all monks of Tianen Temple. Go in. Everything has been arranged."

Fincense, worship, pray...

The tedious ceremony lasted until a moment. Among them, Chu Ruoxi had a lunch and regretted it to death.

Yang Yiping doesn't know anything. He is just a puppet. Under the arrangement of the ceremonial officials and masters, she took Yang Yiping to complete it - because Yang Yiping was only willing to do what she did.

After dinner, Chu Ruoxi was not in a hurry to go to bed and rest. He left the dormitory and took Qiao Alin and Zhimo to the back mountain of Tianen Temple.

"Miss, the road is slippery in the middle of the night. Slow down."

Zhimo wanted to help Chu Ruoxi. Her young lady was familiar with the back mountain. She seemed to have been here and dropped her in a blink of an eye.

"It's okay." Chu Ruoxi slowed down. She sensed her gaffe and explained, "Today, I have been annoyed by Your Highness for a day, and I want to find a quiet place to breathe."

In fact, she revisited her hometown, which evoked infinite memories. The most ridiculous thing is that the room she lives in today was the room where the man stayed when she went to Tianen Temple. Is there anything more sad and angry than this?

"The Third Highness is too rude to the young lady..." Zhimo came forward to help Chu Ruoxi and was rejected by her shaking her head. She had a lot of opinion on Yang Yiping's actions. "Miss is the crowned crown princess, in other words, his imperial sister-in-law. Why is he so ignorant and pestering the young lady, and not afraid of harming the young lady."

The sound of gurgling water came from the forest, and a stream of more than ten feet came out of the mountains. Chu Ruoxi subconsciously went up the stream against the stream.

"The Third Highness is not bad-hearted. Such a play is just that he is stupid. Forget it. When he returns to the capital and his palace, we have nothing to do with it."

After saying this, Chu Ruoxi himself was a little funny. This idiot did not let go of any chance to approach and please her, but he was afraid that he would have something to do in the future.

The sound of the water in front of him was more intense, and Chu Ruoxi's heart jumped suddenly. The night was hazy, and a little star-like candlelight was particularly eye-catching and bright in the night...

"Miss, Rong Alin went to spy."

"No, don't worry." Chu Ruoxi stopped him and went towards the light.

Who can't live in the powerful and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, but live alone in a secluded place?

"Lord, please stop."

A clear eyebrow, about 12 Mo. Three-year-old Shami dodged from somewhere and stopped Chu Ruoxi.

Chu Ruoxi put his hands together and said, "Master, we are Xiangke at the foot of the mountain. We have no intention of breaking into the treasure. Can we ask for a cup of tea?"

Xiao Shami's face was indifferent, "The master has explained that there are no outsiders. Please come back."

"In that case, I won't bother you."

Chu Ruoxi didn't say much. He bypassed him and walked to Bitan at the foot of the cliff. Above the Bitan, there were several water sources gushing out of the cracks in the wall and gathered down, and there was a pool of clear water.

"Lord, the master doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders."

Zhimo sneered and said, "This is the back mountain of Tianen Temple. Has your master been here for a few days and become his private property? The young lady promised not to go in. What's wrong? You can't even come to this barren mountain.

"Why are you so strong and unreasonable? The master is devoted to cultivation. Your daughter's family is here. Why don't you leave quickly?"

"Joke, since your master has devoted himself to cultivation, he must be a Taoist monk. Why do you care about this? What does my lady like to practice you? What does it have to do with you?"

"You..."

Xiao Shami's face showed anger and was about to attack. A calm and powerful voice came: "Jingyuan, is there a guest?"

Chu Ruoxi looked at the clear water of the lake. The secret memory left by the two was still there, and there was a message left by him, but...

That was all his deception. She just looked coldly at the secret hidden in the cliff. Only the two of them knew the secret. At the last moment, she still chose to give up and see anything he left her in those years.

The calm male voice brought her back to her thoughts. This man is very strong in martial arts and is definitely not an ordinary monk.

"Master, they...they."

"What's wrong with us? We just want to ask for a cup of tea, and you drive people away without permission. The host abbot didn't say that Xiangke would come to the back mountain."

Zhimo's big maid, I have seen a lot of big scenes. After a few words, there is no stage fright at all.

Chu Ruoxi turned around and said, "Knowing Mo, you can't force words to reason. This is indeed the place for the master to practice."

"Squeak!"

In the simple hut, the wooden door was pulled open. A 40-year-old monk, dressed in a gray robe, said to the little Sami, "The visitor is a guest, pure circle, don't be lazy, make tea."

"Thelms are simple. If you don't give up, please have a cup of tea before you leave."

He is inviting Chu Ruoxi.

Chu Ruoxi was not pretentious and smiled, "I'm sorry to bother the master."

Little Sami was about to say something more, but the master had turned inside, and he had to give up.

The room is simple, with only a few squares and two futons. The master introduced himself: "The poor monk Huiming is not the master mentioned by the benefactor. He must be abandoned by the master. He will cultivate himself here. Please sit down."

Chu Ruoxi thanked and was generous. According to Master Huiming, he just sat cross-legged. She knelt down a few times ago.

Knowing that this person in front of her is Master Huiming, a foreign monk who can't see the end of the divine dragon. She is still a little surprised. She can be called a Taoist monk, at least 60 or 70 years old...

"The little woman rushed into the master's blessed land and disturbed the master's latent cultivation. I hope the master will forgive me."

Huiming's face was kind, and there was no Taoist fairy style of a high monk. He was very easy-going: "I don't know that the prince concubine arrived. It was a poor monk who was rude."

Little Shami Jingyuan made good tea and sent it. Hearing that the woman in front of him was the imperial concubine of the dynasty, his hand shook slightly and almost sprinkled the tea first. His voice was a little unstable: "Please use tea."

He is a monk. Seeing that his footsteps are light and silent, his skills are by no means ordinary, but the identity of a prince concubine made him almost lose his temper first. Chu Ruoxi looked down at the tea leaves scattered like flowers in the cup, doubting in his heart and regarded him as unknown.

There was a scripture on Xiaofang, and Chu Ruoxi picked up the scripture casually. "Sure enough, the younger generation is rude. I'm disturbing the master."

Huiming's face changed, and in an instant, he said with a smile, "The princess saw a smile, and the poor monk forgot to clean it up."

"Master..." Chu Ruoxi's heart beat violently and read it casually. There was a phoenix in the middle of the scriptures. To be precise, she drew a phoenix in the cover to eat blood!

She raised her head and happened to look at Master Huiming's eyes, "The master's scriptures are... so unique." She put it back without looking.

Huiming's face did not change color. "Jingyuan is predestined to be with Buddha. It's a pity that he is greedy for fun and nonsense. Fortunately, he will not be as naughty as before."

What he means is that this phoenix is painted in a pure circle.

Chu Ruoxi was ecstatic. Master Huiming didn't know his origin and thought that he could cover it up with any excuse, but he didn't know how this phoenix could be drawn by outsiders.

She smiled and picked up the teacup. Inadvertently, her sleeves slipped a little, revealing half of the pattern, and gently tasted the tea: "It's as fragrant as a brandy, and it tastes mellow and sweet. It's really a good tea."

Huiming's eyes glanced at her wrist and immediately moved away. I don't know if he saw the woman's white arms. As a monk, it was a great rude thing. He no longer looked directly at Chu Ruoxi. "Thank you for your praise."

He covered up so well, but Chu Ruoxi didn't dare to casually talk about Phoenix's blood-eating. She stood up and said goodbye: "It's getting late. Thank the master Xiangcha first, and the younger generation will leave first."

Hui Ming stood up and said, "Princess, please feel free."

Chu Ruoxi nodded and got up and left.

She was excited, like a deer bumping into her, and she had to check it immediately. If Master Huiming is a descendant of Fenghuang Yu, for her Chu Ruoxi, it is tantamount to getting another Qiao Alin.

The little Shami beside Huiming was finally young. When Chu Ruoxi left, there was a faint anger between his eyebrows and eyes, and he could not escape her and Qiao Alin's eyes.

Qiao Alin was suspicious of Master Huiming. On the way back, he couldn't help saying, "Miss, this monk is strange."

"Oh, what's wrong with him?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's Alin's illusion. I always feel that their master and apprentice are murderous to the young lady." Qiao Alin frowned and said seriously.

Zhimo quickly said: "They dare, Miss is the crown princess of the dynasty. Who dares to be so rebellious."

Chu Ruoxi shook her head and said, "The princess is nothing. Don't show off in the future. Our two little women ran to the monk's Zen room in the middle of the night to ask for water. It's right to be wary. Don't guess randomly and go back first.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Alin suddenly stopped in front of Chu Ruoxi, listened sideways, and his face changed greatly: "Miss, someone is fighting in front of you."

"Who is so bold that he doesn't know that there is a big master in the palace?" Zhimo only thought that he was an ordinary person who had a dispute and didn't know the score.

Chu Ruoxi listened attentively: "Alin is right. It's so chaotic. It seems to alarm the officers and soldiers."

"Be careful." Qiao Alin pushed Chu Ruoxi away with a "dang" sound, and a dark dart hit his machete.

"Kill!"

A lot of people appeared in the dark, and the cold light flashed and rushed up.