Master, do you want an appointment? [Cultivation]

Chapter 42 Prelude to the Illusion ([-])

The next day, when Fu Canghan came back from court, he told Yin Chichao that the left and right sides had a fierce dispute, and it was rare for him to be let go.No one regarded him as a strong enemy, so even his father invited him over after he came down to court, and asked him about Yin Chi who was expelled from the Yin family.

Yin Chi estimated that although the rumors were fast, they had not yet reached the ears of the emperor and his own father.It's just that his reputation as a waste is too high, so no one takes him seriously.But in the same way, Fu Canghan has always been reliable, and this time he suddenly proposed an absolutely unreliable candidate, and everyone on all sides would inevitably be suspicious.When the time comes to inquire again, it is estimated that the fun will be great.

It's just that this trick can only deceive the emperor who doesn't have much brains, and coax his father who is obsessed with the authorities.His father is also not easy to deal with, but with Yin Jin who wants him to fall into the mud, his father's confidence has changed from [-]% to [-]%.Mu Youxiang's fox is probably the most difficult opponent to deal with.

Yin Chi drank the medicine in pain and happily, while thinking about things in his heart.After he finished drinking the medicine, Fu Canghan took out a pack of candied fruit from his sleeve and fed him one.Yin Chi's eyes lit up, and he asked with candied fruit in his mouth, "Where did you get this?"

"I just met in the next court." Fu Canghan put the oiled paper bag on the bedside so that Yin Chi could take it by himself.

"Why did you think of buying this for me?" Yin Chi stretched out his hand and stuffed two into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.The sweet candied fruit melted between his lips and teeth, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Since I was a child, no one has rewarded me with a candy after I finished drinking the medicine. At most, I can just drink a bowl of water by myself." .”

Fu Canghan looked at him, paused before saying: "Seeing that you seem to be afraid of suffering, so you asked someone else."

Then I asked other people what to do if they suffer from taking medicine?

Yin Chi chewed the candied fruit, his eyes were like thousands of stars, he raised his eyes to look at Fu Canghan, and looked deeply at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to take this person into his heart.He paused every word: "Fu Canghan, thank you very much. Candied fruit is very sweet, I like it very much."

Do you like candied fruit, or do you like to give candied fruit?

Do you like to give candied fruit, or do you like people who have this kind of heart?

He likes them all.My favorite is of course the one who gave him the best candied fruit in 22 years.

Fu Canghan was stunned for a moment when he met his gaze, and he was obviously stunned for a moment before digesting Yin Chi's gaze into his mind.He lowered his eyes and said nothing.Yin Chi also looked at him, smiled lightly and stopped talking.

The rain suddenly lightened up early this morning, although it was still falling, it was only a drizzle.The common people below are happy to think that this year's weather will be good and there will be no waterlogging.The superiors dare not take it lightly.

Mu Wu was sitting in the study, thinking about the new news that came down below.

He has known Fu Canghan for so many years, but he didn't realize that Fu Canghan had a heart that made his mind faint.Is it Fu Canghan who suddenly became unconscious after so many years of understanding, or Yin Chi is not as useless as he appears on the surface, he is more inclined to the latter.

He stood in the same hall with Fu Canghan for ten years, and Yin Chi only occasionally met him twice on the road, so he believed in what he knew.In the same way, if he thought so, Yin Jiliu would do the same.

It seems that there are many variables in the candidates for this disaster relief.One is Yin Chi, one is Yin Jin, and there is a servant of the household department recommended by him.

Mu Wu sat behind the desk, and wrote down two strokes on the rice paper from time to time with a high-quality Baiyun pen in his hand.He stacked a stack of folders on the left and a stack of books that he usually reads from time to time.Behind him is a bookshelf against the wall, and there are neat rows of books on the bookshelf.There is a space between the bookshelf and the side wall, and a half-person-high calligraphy and painting cylinder happened to be placed.There is not a speck of color on the delicate white porcelain, it is a pair, and the other is placed beside the desk.Both calligraphy and painting jars were filled to the brim, and a scroll of paintings was placed neatly.

The servant outside knocked lightly on the door twice and said: "Master Xiang."

"Come in." Mu Wubian replied while writing.

The boy pushed the door open and came in. Although he quickly closed the door, the slightly chilly autumn atmosphere still swept into the study.Mu Wu dipped his ink and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young man saluted and replied: "Master Xiang, there is a great monk named Nianxu outside who said he wanted to see you."

Dajin believes in Buddha's feet, and there are more than [-] temples, large and small, inside and outside Jiankang.Today's sage likes this, so Mu Wu naturally likes it, and usually reads two volumes of Buddhist books and invites a few eminent monks to stay in the mansion to discuss Buddhism.Naturally, he just pretended to be on the surface, and he didn't feel touched at all in his heart, so he didn't care.But you have to pretend to be a little bit, if there are other people who don't matter, please come in and have a cup of tea to get rid of the trouble.No matter what the monk said, he had to meet him to save face. Even if he wanted to dismiss him, he had to see what kind of monk he was.

He put down his pen and asked, "Nianxu? The one in the temple?"

The boy shook his head and said, "The little one asked, but the master didn't say anything."

Mu Wurun retouched his pen, thought for a while, and said: "It's okay. First invite that master to drink tea in the front hall, and then I'll go over to deal with the things at hand."

The boy responded and withdrew.After he closed the door, he trotted all the way to the outside. He didn't even need an umbrella in the sparse rain outside.Outside the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was dressed in a blue monk's robe, with a slender figure, and only a string of the most common [-] Buddhist beads strung around his wrist was wrapped around his whole body. The monk was still standing under the eaves and waiting quietly.A young man ran over and saluted with clasped hands.

The servant bent down and invited him in, and said: "Master please, Mr. Xiang cannot leave at this time, please go to the front hall to drink tea first, he will come in a moment."

The servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion were smart and able to speak and do things, and as soon as they arrived at the front hall and sat down, a cup of good Longjing was served on the table almost at the same time.Afterwards, two servant girls came and brought four trays of refreshments, and said: "Master, take it easy."

The monks thanked each one.

This monk also has a good appearance, especially his eyes, which are clear and peaceful, with a tranquility that is hard to find in the world of mortals.Looking at those eyes is like seeing a refined world beyond the world of mortals, with green hills and flowing water, untouched by worldly greed, hatred, ignorance, resentment, love, separation and pain.No matter who they look at, these eyes are so calm and always rational, as if no matter where others are, their hearts are surrounded by the boundless sea of ​​clouds and the Zen sounds of Buddha are endless.

Mu Wu put down his pen, reckoning that the visitor would be at least half full after a cup of tea and snacks before standing up.After straightening his sleeves, he opened the door and walked towards the front hall. The boy guarding the door followed behind him holding an umbrella.

At noon, the rain was lingering but there was plenty of light. What's more, although the rain today is still falling continuously, it is not much different from the same.He walked unhurriedly along the way, but he arrived here in a short time with his stature here.The monk must have been paying attention to the door all the time. When he saw someone approaching, he stood up and took two steps toward the door.

The lighting in the hall is very good, the light pours down obliquely, it is really not easy to see people clearly at the moment.Mu Wugang spent the whole morning thinking about the scriptures for a long time, and his eyes were even worse.He used to not see things in the distance very clearly, but now his son is even more blurred.One could only tell that the monk had a rather bald head and a good stature, presumably taller than him.Standing in his hall, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, he really looks like an eminent monk.

Mu Wu's eyes were sore, he couldn't help but closed his eyes and rubbed the corners of his eyes as he walked to the eaves, the boy put away the umbrella.

He was about to open his eyes to see the majestic monk from a distance, when he first heard the monk's voice: "Master Mu, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The voice is neither fast nor slow, neither humble nor overbearing.

Mu Wu's hands froze in the corners of his eyes, he raised his arms stupidly, forgot to put them down, and also forgot to answer, and even more... he didn't dare to open his eyes.

The voice next to my ear was so familiar, it was so familiar that it was engraved in my heart, and I recalled it every day and night, and there was not a day when I didn't go back and listen to what he had said.It was ridiculous to say that the person he had been waiting for for nine years might be in front of him, but he didn't dare to open his eyes to take a look.Let's see if it's that person.He was terrified, terrified that it was just a person with a similar voice, terrified of the stranger in the similar voice, terrified of...the person he loved, ordained ordained as a monk with all five aggregates empty.

The word love, some people can say it casually.I don't know how many people I have said "I love you" with laughter or affection in my life.Of course, there are also some people who will never say this word in their whole life.For them, they either felt that it was too hypocritical, or they hadn't met such a person who made him willing to say it, or they knew it was too deep and couldn't say it.

Mu Wu is neither the former nor the latter.He buried all his deep affection in the word "love", and held the word with all his courage and cautiously in front of the person he loves.He didn't say much, only once to the man, and never had a chance to tell him again.Maybe he is willing to take it out and hold it in front of that person over and over again, but that person is not willing to listen.He also talked a lot, because he said many times when he was alone and facing Xixiu Xia that Mu Wu loved Xie Luozhi.

Yes, he only said love, and it had to be love.Any other euphemistic or shallow expressions are not enough for him to cut out his whole heart and put it into a Xie Luozhi.But now the voice he had missed for nine years rang in his ears, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, and said it again like before, "Mu Wu loves Xie Luozhi, in this life, in the next life, as long as the soul is still in me, I will always love you." They only love you."

"Luo Zhi." He put down his hand and raised his head as if looking for the direction of the sound.Only he didn't open his eyes.The tone that should have been doubtful became affirmative in his mouth.If you love someone, if that person occupies every corner of your heart, if you can't forget to miss that person every day and every hour.Then, no matter what posture he stands in front of you, you will not mistake him.Because, when you get close to him, the soul will tell you that it is him.

The sound of fine rain enveloped the surroundings, and the well-groomed trees in front of the hall rustled in the wind.

Nianxu didn't react to answer him for a while.Mu Wu shouted again: "Luo Zhi."

Trembling voice, which contains too much.Seeing you again suddenly might just be the uneasiness of a momentary dream, the unspeakable sourness of lovesickness, and the accumulated...love...hate...resentment...foolishness...

"I haven't seen you for many years, is it safe?" It seemed like thousands of years in a blink of an eye, before that voice sounded in Mu Wu's ear again.

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