Don't be clouded

This man was dressed in brocade clothes and a jade belt, and he was personable and had a handsome appearance. He could tell at a glance that he was a son of a rich family.

Ji Yao was born in Yunzhou, although his family background is decent, but it is only considered as a family of merchants, so naturally he has nothing to do with the noble families in the capital.If this person knew Ji Yao, how did he know him?

Ji Bieyun thought a lot in an instant, only showing a perfunctory smile on his face.If it is really exposed, then the only option is to use selective amnesia.

Unexpectedly, the young man first bowed his hands and saluted, and said politely: "Just now I didn't intend to hear your name taboo, how offensive, but I saw a button on the cuff of your step, so I took the liberty to remind you."

When he said this, the young man still had a smile on his face, and his words were full of humility and respect, but in fact, this person was born with dignity, and no matter what he said or did, he did not consciously carry it with demeanor.

Ji Bieyun touched the sleeves on both sides, and sure enough, he felt a crack with smooth edges on the left sleeve, presumably it was scratched absent-mindedly while practicing the sword.Although he was still on guard in his heart, he also saluted, "In the next Jiyao, don't say goodbye, thank you for reminding me."

The young man also said: "Fang Chong, Fang Muzhi."

What a coincidence, the same surname as Cheng?

Before Ji Bieyun could speak in the future, his sleeves were pulled.He turned his head and saw Miao Ci winking at him, only making it a bit more upright.A pair of eyes widened, rolled his eyes in Fang Muzhi's direction, and shook his head slightly.

This is not the first time Fang Muzhi encountered such a situation, he smiled and said: "My father has worked hard for the imperial court, and I have been honored by my father. His false name is occasionally known by others, so I am laughing at it."

In this way, Ji Bieyun can be sure.He patted the little novice on the back of his hand, turned his head and asked, "Is your father the Prime Minister Fang?"

Fang Muzhi waved his hand, "not worth mentioning" was written all over his face, but he didn't take the opportunity to show off, but seemed to really don't want others to mention his father.

"It's cramped here, talk outside?"

Today's prime minister is very powerful, but his private life is very simple, and there is only one old and only son under his knees.It is rumored that Fang Xiang taught his children well, and his family tradition was very strict, and the only son of the Fang family he raised was also talented.

Ji Bieyun really didn't know what to say to such a proud son of heaven, but he also wanted to take the opportunity to get to know Prime Minister Fang Sui, so he followed him out.

Before taking two steps, Miao Ci grabbed his clothes. He took a step back and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to say?"

"That's the son of the prime minister! I advise the benefactor not to get too close to him, and don't be greedy for power. Dealing with powerful people is very troublesome!" Miaoci looked anxious, and jumped out like a string of words, as if she was really on his behalf. anxiety.

Ji Bieyun frowned slightly, and asked, "Is this what Guan Chen taught you, or is it because monks want to be pure-hearted and ascetic?"

The little novice was taken aback for a moment, wondering if this has anything to do with it?He was at a loss but still answered: "It's simply because I hate dealing with powerful people. If the benefactor doesn't listen to me, there's nothing I can do. Then Ji benefactor can go by himself, I'll go first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Miao Ci turned around and ran to the door on the other side. When she ran to the door, she turned around and waved to him to say goodbye.

Ji Bieyun just heard Miao Ci talking and thought the child was in a hurry, but now seeing that the other party is not angry, he couldn't help smiling.

This child is sometimes carefree like a lack of heart, and sometimes he has more intuition than others.Miao Ci's words just now are indeed correct. Dealing with powerful people is not only troublesome, but also dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will be involved in the power struggle and become a victim without knowing it.

But since he has come to Chenjing, he will inevitably have to deal with the powerful.

Ji Bieyun couldn't bear to let go of Fang Muzhi who came to his door, so he turned around and stepped over the threshold.Fang Muzhi was waiting in the open space outside, some distance away, he probably didn't hear what Cai Miaoci said just now.Even though he came a little later, he waited patiently without any discomfort.

"Mr. Fang." He nodded in greeting.

Fang Muzhi raised his head to look in the direction, and took the lead to walk west, "Why don't you accompany me to the Manjusri Hall first?"

Ji Bieyun was a little surprised, this person was very rude, and he didn't know what his background was or what was going on with him, so he asked him to accompany him for a walk.

Fortunately, he was really fine, so he accompanied him.

"Is Mr. Fang here to pay homage to the Buddha?" He asked casually.

Fang Muzhi replied: "You are not too young, and you have to obtain fame after all. Before the exam, I came here to worship Manjusri Bodhisattva and pray for prosperity in literature."

Ji Bieyun thought that no matter whether he was greedy for fame and fortune or not in his heart, a child of such a high school must pretend to be indifferent to fame and fortune.Unexpectedly, the son of a dignified prime minister would reveal his utilitarian heart the first time he saw him, which is really rare, and he doesn't know what purpose he has.

"I wonder what Young Master Ji is here for?" Fang Muzhi asked when they walked up a corridor.

Ji Bieyun couldn't answer this question.Although he is Prince Xian's bodyguard in name, but now he is kept here by the prince under an unclear name, so there is no serious way to say it.Besides, it was inconvenient for him to mention Prince Xian in front of the prime minister's son, so he chose a vague statement and replied: "Stay in the temple for a while, so that you can keep your mind and spirit calm."

"Temporary residence?" Fang Muzhi was a little surprised, looked at him without any trace, and said, "Looking at the figure of your step, you must be a martial arts practitioner? It is said that martial arts practitioners wield swords and swords to express gratitude and hatred. Why do you think of coming to live in the temple, just trying to calm down?"

Ji Bieyun smiled in his heart.

Isn't it a coincidence, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.He also wanted to understand why Prince Xian let him live in Xuanqing Temple. It seemed that he was leaving him here behind closed doors to think about his mistakes. Before he left, he told him to think about joining the right guard.He couldn't figure out whether Prince Xian's attitude was sunny or cloudy, so it was inconvenient for him to answer truthfully.

He made up a harmless lie: "Probably because I have a predestined relationship with Buddhism."

In fact, he is not related to Buddhism, but rather he is related to Guan Chen and Miao Ci.

Fang Muzhi didn't dwell on this topic, and after a short while they walked to the Manjusri Hall, Ji Bieyun stayed outside the hall, watching Fang Muzhi kneel and worship, with a pious look.

After the other party got up from the futon, he withdrew his examining gaze and looked at the golden body of Bodhisattva.I have to say that seeing more Buddha statues is more pleasing to the eye than before. Just looking at the golden body, there is a sense of peace rising from the bottom of my heart.

Fang Muzhi stepped out of the Manjusri Hall, and when he walked to his side, he suddenly said, "I just saw the back of my step and felt familiar, it seems like I have seen it before, and the familiarity is even stronger after seeing the front face. .But I'm pretty sure we've never met before, isn't that weird?"

Ji Bieyun finally relaxed his vigilance and tightened his mind. He couldn't tell if he said this intentionally or unintentionally, but it sounded like a real temptation to him.

"I also think Mr. Fang's face is familiar, but I have never been to Chenjing before, so it's strange to think about it." He didn't affirm or deny, but threw the problem back.

Sure enough, Fang Muzhi was stunned, and after a while he smiled and said: "Chenjing is a good place, if Bieyun wants to have some fun in Beijing, you might as well come to Fangzhai to find me, I will definitely accompany you."

After only a few words, he changed to a more intimate address, Ji Bieyun nodded with a smirk, and replied: "Thank you, Mr. Fang, and wish Mr. Fang the title on the gold list. I still have something to do, so let's go first."

Fang Muzhi also smiled politely and did not keep him.

Ji Bieyun saluted, turned around and left, only feeling that those gazes made him shiver.He walked through two verandahs along the way, and did not slow down until he entered the garden behind.

It's so strange, Fang Muzhi has no reason to know the real Ji Yao, and it's impossible for him to meet Liu Yunjing.

Ji Bieyun stood on the flying corridor, turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw Manjusri Hall and other halls.He vaguely caught a glimpse of Yue Yue's figure in white clothes, it should be Fang Muzhi.The man was still standing in the open space outside the Manjusri Hall, inserting incense into the incense burner again, as if he really wanted to win the laurels from the Toad Palace.

He stretched out his hand and pressed his stomach, wanting to subside the burst of stomach pain for a while, but when he thought of so many things entangled, the pain seemed to be more intense.

**

On this day, the Xuanqing Mountain was still calm, and the number of pilgrims gradually decreased at sunset.The Drum Tower behind the mountain gate gave out bursts of drumming, Xuanqing Temple closed its doors, and groups of monks began to clean up, from the mountain gate in front to the scripture hall in the back.

Afterwards, as night fell, the young monks who were supposed to attend the evening class went to the evening class, and those who should meditate also went to meditate and meditate by themselves.

The whole Buddhist temple was completely quiet when the time was not reached.The monks in Xuanqing Temple were all ready to usher in an ordinary day, until midnight, some monks who were closer to the famous temple were woken up.

The lights in the famous courtyard were brightly lit, Guan Chen hurriedly put on a robe, and rushed out accompanied by three or four other monks.The disciples of Xuanqing Temple have always been famous for their profound cultivation and calmness. It is rare to see a scene where several monks all look anxious.

"Miaochang, is the person seriously injured?" Even deeper and dew heavy, Guan Chen was chilling when he spoke.

A disciple named Miaochang walked in front of the group of monks, carrying a lantern and jogging to keep up with Guanchen, before he could speak, he sighed, "Miaoyuan didn't suffer any injuries, and the oily skin was not scratched. The assassin who broke into the temple has already disappeared, Master Ji told us not to disturb the right guards outside, saying that even if we chase them now, we will not find anyone."

In the second half of the sentence, Guan Chen understood what he meant without saying anything, turned his head and glanced, his expression was a little dignified, but he didn't ask.

When a group of people came to the stone steps, Guanchen walked down subconsciously, but was stopped by Miaochang.

"Hey brother! I went wrong, I'm already in the medical hall."

Only then did Guan Chen take back his steps, turned around and walked quickly up, asking, "Is this the medical hall where Miao Yuan took Master Ji to?"

Miaochang's expression was not very good-looking, he turned his head and looked at several senior brothers, and then replied: "On the contrary, senior brother... it was Ji Benefactor who insisted on taking Miao Yuan to the medical hall with his wounds, saying that it was a death sentence. The disciples of the Qing Temple have been implicated and injured, and I feel ashamed."

The monk who was walking in the front froze, took a deep breath before turning around, and said, "You were right in not alarming the abbot. Don't tell others about this. If others ask, just say..."

Before he finished speaking, a young monk interrupted: "Brother, monks don't lie."

Guan Chen's haiqing was draped crookedly, and now he came to instigate them to lie again, he really didn't look like a big disciple of Xuanqing Temple.But even if he stood on the steps like this, he had a kind of majesty like a magic needle, so that others didn't dare to say too much when they wanted to refute.

The monk's face was half hidden in the shadows, he paused, and waved at them.

"Forget it, if other people ask you, tell the truth, even if the abbot asks, just don't wake him up tonight."

Guanchen's palms broke out in cold sweat, monks don't lie, he almost broke the precept in front of his junior just now.

The author says:

Only Master Guanchen himself knows whether he has lied when his junior brother is not in front of him