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Chapter 675 Ouyang Rong: I have a question, please ask the master [ask for monthly ticket! ]

The car was quiet for a while.

When Zhao Qingxiu was about to write, Pei Shisanniang smiled sweetly:
"The young master is busy. He said he will go to your place for dinner tonight and bring some friends with him. He wants to eat Dongpo pork, so he asked you to go to the East Market to buy some. Here, this is the money for the pork from the young master."

After she finished speaking, she took out a small warm purse from her bosom and put it into Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

Pei Shisanniang held her small hand holding the purse with both hands, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly:
"Miss Xiu Niang should remember how to make Dongpo pork. The young master said he taught you."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded: "Yes."

She pinched the familiar small purse, opened the bag, poured out a string of copper coins, touched it, and found that the coarse hemp rope tied with the copper coins was tied into a special bow. It was Tan Lang's salary.

Zhao Qingxiu put the small purse into her arms.

Pei Shisanniang smiled:

"But this Dongpo pork seems to need to be simmered over low heat for most of the day. The stove in your kitchen can't do it. Why don't you go to my humble abode first, simmer the Dongpo pork, and then bring it back.

"After we buy some pork, how about we have lunch at my place at noon?"

Zhao Qingxiu writes:

Where is the eldest lady's home?

"Xunyangfang. It just so happens that the East Market is also in Xunyangfang. It's on the way."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and wrote with her index finger:
【it is good】

Pei Shisan Niang smiled.

The carriage drove for a while, entered Xunyangfang, and approached the East Market. Suddenly, raindrops hit the window, making a rustling sound.

Zhao Qingxiu lifted the car curtain and reached out to catch the rain.

She turned her head and seemed to be "looking" towards the quiet courtyard behind her, with a worried look on her face.

"What happened to the pretty girl?"

[I forgot to pick up my clothes. Can I go home later?]

Pei Shisan Niang chuckled:

"It's okay, it's just a small matter. Someone will help the embroiderer collect the clothes."

Zhao Qingxiu thought of the Fang sisters and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

……

Xiushuifang West Market is several miles away from a luxury car heading to East City.

There was a shop with a plaque that read "Taoshouzhai" open to receive customers.

But today, the guests it welcomed at its door were a little special.

Not a door-to-door purchase.

A team of one hundred black-armored knights surrounded Taoshouzhai tightly.

There was also a team of about 20 blue-clad detectives who acted together with the black-armored knights. However, they did not stay outside. Instead, they all rushed into Taoshouzhai and conducted a carpet search...

The guests who had been buying things not long ago, as well as the shopkeeper and maids of Taoshouzhai, were all standing in a row against the wall in the courtyard and were searched by the blue-clothed constables. Several shopkeepers were trembling with fear and some even urinated.

In panic, everyone's eyes turned to a young general in black armor riding on a tall horse in the middle of the yard.

The young general seemed to be the leader, with a stern face. He stood on his horse in the center of the courtyard, staring at the gate of Taoshouzhai. Both the man and the horse were almost motionless.

On the street outside, passers-by didn't dare to stop near the door, and even no one dared to pass by at the back. They could only gather in a crowd at the street corner from a distance, looking solemnly at Tao Shou Zhai.

However, there was also a female official from the Overwatch Council who was patrolling the city as usual. She looked puzzled, showed the Overwatch Council token, and approached to ask.

The young black-armored general in the center of the courtyard took out two warrants from his arms, unfolded them, and gestured, speaking in a serious tone, his voice as cold as iron:

"I am following the orders of Jiangzhou Governor Ouyang Lianghan and Southwest Rebellion Suppression Army Central Camp Transport Supervisor Qin Yi to search the merchants in the city that are suspected of colluding with the pirates from Hukou County. No outsiders are allowed to approach, otherwise you will be punished on the spot for obstructing military affairs."

The female official of the Overwatch Council was stunned. She confirmed that the seal on the warrant was correct and retreated. Before leaving, she couldn't help but take a few more glances at the Black Tortoise Guards belonging to the front-line central army camp...

At this time, a blue-clothed constable ran out quickly from the backyard of Taoshouzhai, holding a secret letter in his hand. He only had time to hurriedly bow to the young general in black armor, turned around and went out. Under the escort of ten black-armored riders, he quickly rushed to Xingzi Lake.

Above everyone's heads, dark clouds floated and pressed down on the city.

At some point, white lightning lit up the sky and earth.

After a few breaths, the belated spring thunder rolled in.

……

It turns out that bad weather can also affect the flow of visitors to the temple.

Even a temple like Chengtian Temple located in the city.

Because medical means were poor in that era, catching a cold and getting sick could easily drag down the entire family. Getting caught in the rain was not worth it, and cloudy or sunny weather had a great impact on ordinary people's travel.

Fang Shengnan, who came to Chengtian Temple to deliver a letter in a low-key manner, felt that the weather was just right.

There were dark clouds overhead and heavy rain was about to fall. The fish in Xingzi Lake frequently floated to the surface to breathe.

The pilgrims in the temple had all gone back early to collect their clothes, and the pedestrians on the road also hurried home to take shelter from the rain.

Fang Shengnan was wearing a gray men's suit and a low-key hat with the brim pulled down to cover her face.

She walked all the way to a Zen temple in Chengtian Temple, and almost no one paid attention to her.

Fang Shengnan lowered the brim of her hat, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced into the open gate of the Zen temple.

someone.

more than one.

There was a sound of a woman crying.

Fang Shengnan came to the door and saw it more clearly.

In the Zen temple, besides a middle-aged Zen master with a bald head, scars on his head, and a pale face without a beard, there was also a heavily made-up woman with a sad face.

The former sat upright in a half-open Zen room, wearing the ordinary black monk robes uniformly distributed by Chengtian Temple, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and sitting in the lotus meditation posture.

His face was calm, and he was looking towards the open air, doorless west side.

The latter seemed to be a pilgrim from far away. Judging from his accent and height, he was from the north.

There were two maids following him, waiting with their hands down at the door of the Zen room.

Besides them, under the eaves not far away, there was a chubby little monk who had just returned from breakfast. He was concentrating on eating and enjoying the meal with great relish. He almost ate up all of his master's portion.

Seeing this, Fang Shengnan queued up at the door and waited.

Not long after, inside the Zen room, the woman with a sad face cried and talked for a long time. At the end of her words, she seemed to ask something and looked at the middle-aged Zen master with expectation.

The middle-aged Zen master looked at her, then looked at the gloomy sky outside the door.

He raised an index finger.

The heavily made-up woman waved to the maid, took out an ounce of gold from her purse and handed it over respectfully.

The middle-aged Zen master remained silent and just raised his index finger.

The heavily made-up woman was startled, and took out another ounce of gold and stacked it together with the previous ounce of gold.

The middle-aged Zen master looked haggard, and he pushed the gold down, still holding up a finger. The heavily made-up woman was stunned, her eyes fixed on the Zen master's index finger, and she slowly raised her head and looked upwards.

At some point, she looked up, suddenly stood up, took off her jewelry, and threw it on the ground next to the fallen gold.

The heavily made-up woman with disheveled hair went out.

In the yard, she walked, looking up at the dark clouds that were brewing a thunderstorm.

The heavily made-up woman touched her face with both hands, wiping it hard until her entire face was smeared. She kept walking forward, looking up at the sky as if waiting for a heavy rain.

The two maids followed in confusion.

Fang Shengnan looked curious as she watched the heavily made-up woman and her group leave.

She queued up, walked into the temple, entered the house, sat down in front of the middle-aged Zen master, and placed the sword across her knees.

"senior……"

Fang Shengnan was just about to speak when the middle-aged Zen master raised a finger.

She closed her mouth and looked up where the master's finger seemed to be pointing. When she looked up, she saw only the gray roof that was leaking a little, and nothing else.

The middle-aged Zen master remained silent, still holding up one finger.

Fang Shengnan frowned and thought about it, then soon realized something. She took out a secret letter from her arms and placed it on the ground in front of the two of them.

She didn't waste any words, stood up with her sword in her arms, bowed deeply to the senior, turned around and left.

After Fang Shengnan left.

Under the eaves, a chubby little monk named Juti finished his meal, ran back to the meditation room, and brought a bowl of vegetarian food to his master.

The middle-aged Zen master was pure-hearted and had few desires, and he lowered his head while eating.

The young monk Juezhi returned to the house with a donation box, bent down to pick up the gold and jewelry on the ground, and put them into the donation box, chanting "Amitabha, the donors are generous", "Things outside the body are things outside the body"...

However, when he picked up the letter left by Fang Juxiu, he couldn't help but look at his master.

"Master, the letter brought by Miss Fang..."

The middle-aged Zen master still raised one finger.

The young monk Jizhi suddenly realized:
"Oh, everything is the same as before, right? Okay, okay, according to the old rules, I will ask the brother who went out to buy it to deliver it to Taoshouzhai..."

The chubby little monk put away the letter and trotted out the door.

In the Zen temple, only the middle-aged Zen master was left, sitting in the corridor, quietly picking up vegetables and chewing his vegetarian meal slowly.

“Ding-clang-clang—”

The wind chimes hung on the corridor of the Zen house swayed in the increasingly strong lake breeze, making crisp sounds. Outside, the sounds of monks from other Zen temples shouting to collect clothes could be heard.

The middle-aged Zen master looked up at the wind chimes.

He was silent, as if he had fallen into some kind of state of extinction.

Under the eaves, one person and one wind chime "looked at each other" silently. It was unknown how much time had passed since the young monk Juezhi took the letter.

at this time.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

A pilgrim knocked politely at the gate of the courtyard.

Inside the door, the middle-aged Zen master put away his breakfast bowl, sat down again, straightened his black monk's robe, restored his appearance, and waited for new pilgrims to come in.

Ouyang Rong walked into the Zen room with his musical instrument case in his arms and sat down leisurely in front of the middle-aged Zen master.

"Master Yizhi, whose lay name is unknown, was born in the Hanging Temple of the Zen sect. His monk name is still recorded in the Hanging Temple. For unknown reasons, he left without saying goodbye in his early years and traveled south to Xunyang, Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Road. He built a hut in Chengtian Temple and taught Zen for twenty years."

As he put down the violin case, he listed all the instruments in detail:

"There was a disciple named Juti. The master and the disciple depended on each other for survival. They were not very prominent among the many Zen masters in Chengtian Temple. The only thing they were famous for was that they often raised a finger, which was said to help people attain enlightenment."

The middle-aged Zen master paused, looked at the young man in Confucian robes whom he had met once, and then turned to look at the door.

From outside the door came the noisy noises of monks being expelled from the surrounding Zen temples and the main hall, which was very chaotic.

At this time, a blue-clothed constable appeared at the door and stopped.

He seemed to be a follower of the young man in Confucian robes, with a cold face, holding a xylophone in his hands, waiting quietly.

The young man in Confucian robes seemed to want to make friends with his zither, but he only brought the zither case with him. Combined with the smile on his face, there was just a hint of Zen flavor in his expression. The middle-aged Zen master's eyes fell on the zither case.

At this time, a dusty blue-robed constable came from afar and came to the gate of the Zen temple. He found Yan Liulang and handed him a letter very respectfully. The middle-aged Zen master felt that the letter was quite familiar.

After Yan Liulang received the secret letter, he walked into the Zen temple with a blank expression on his face. He came to Ouyang Rong, held it up with both hands, and reported earnestly:
"Ming Fu, this letter was just sent out by that little monk. It was seized at Tao Shou Zhai. Now we have caught him red-handed. Tao Shou Zhai has closed in."

"Oh."

Ouyang Rong reacted indifferently.

He took the envelope, but without looking at it first, he threw it on the floor in front of the middle-aged Zen master, smiling without saying anything.

The middle-aged Zen master stared at him, then looked at the letter sent by Fang Shengnan on the ground.

The middle-aged Zen master closed his eyes with his palms raised, his mouth moving as if he was chanting sutras.

At this time, the figure of the transport supervisor Qin Yi appeared at the gate of the courtyard. Behind him, there were a large number of indifferent black-armored soldiers, who were escorting the monks, including the abbot of Chengtian Temple, to the open space in front of the Zen temple one by one.

Among them was a chubby little monk, who was crying and pouring out all the money in the merit box:

“Sir, please don’t arrest me and my master. We are not liars, we are really not liars. Is there any misunderstanding? Are these things in the merit box? These are things that the donors don’t want. I, I just picked them up...Please put them away for them. You can’t just leave them on the ground...I really didn’t steal or rob…”

Yan Liulang walked forward and said something to the chubby novice monk with a sad face. The latter was stunned and then looked towards his master with a timid look.

The middle-aged Zen master remained motionless, chanting with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Juti had no choice but to behave himself and act as a guide, taking Yan Liulang to the backyard. Not long after, the two returned. Yan Liulang was holding a somewhat special bronze dagger in his hand, which was slightly different from the ordinary Yunmeng Order seized before.

Ouyang Rong took this special bronze dagger and, without even looking at the bloodstain on it, casually threw it in front of Master Yizhi.

He also raised his index finger and said to Master Yizhi sincerely:
"I came here today for no big deal, but I have a question to ask the master.

"The so-called 'one' is non-duality. The Buddha said that the non-dual Dharma door means that the monks have dried up their sea of ​​gold and cut off their worldly ties."

At this point, he pointed at the blood-bronze dagger on the ground and asked curiously:

"Master Buer, why did you accept the Yunmeng Order from Yue Nu and secretly keep this thing that can kill people? Don't you know the new imperial decree issued by this official?
"Please master, teach me."

Ouyang Rong has a gentle voice.

But as his voice fell, the wailing and pleas for mercy of the abbot of Chengtian Temple, the chubby little monk and others were suddenly heard all around.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm, and the middle-aged Zen master opened his eyes, full of compassion.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself last time we met. My surname is Ouyang, my given name is Rong, and I may be more familiar with my Chinese name...

"My name is Lianghan, and I am the governor of Jiangzhou, Ouyang Lianghan."

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(PS: Good brothers, please give me monthly tickets~or2)

(End of this chapter)