Grandpa is such a bird

At the end of the month, they arrived at the capital of Dajing King.

Seventy-two imperial flags fluttered on the tall and majestic towers, and under the three huge arches, the imperial city's imperial guards were wearing armor and holding sharp swords, gazing majestically at the people coming from afar.

The sun shone on the gilt-painted city gates, and the giant gates were like blood, majestic and cold, blocking the extravagant streets and alleys of the imperial capital.

As soon as they got close to the imperial capital, seven or eight family generals dressed in uniforms appeared out of thin air, took over Lian Presse's position, pretended to be a certain rich family in the imperial capital, and successfully entered the royal city with their documents.

The carriage didn't stop, and went directly across the street to the palace.

Ling Jiang sat cross-legged by the car window, looked out from the crack of the flying curtain, and suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Lian Presse was also in the car, seeing his expression condensed, he asked nervously.

Even though manpower has been arranged to support him, the emperor is no better than Southwest, so he needs to be extremely careful.

Ling Jiang pointed out the window and said seriously: "I want to eat."

Lian pressed the song to look around, and saw the crystal clear and bright red candied haws tied on the straw stick.

"..."

"When is this, are you still in the mood to eat?" Even the sweat on the palms of his palms that scared him just after pressing the song hadn't dried out yet, and his heart was beating in a panic.

Lingjiang narrowed his eyes for a moment, his burning gaze was wrapped around the candied haws, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and there was a strong desire in his heart. He was not greedy, but he couldn't control his desire to eat at this moment.

"Go and buy." Yin Chenglan, who was sitting on the side of the car, said.

Ling Jiang turned her head and hooked her lower lip towards him.

Pressing the song repeatedly, he had to stop to buy candied haws. Ling Jiang said again: "What is that next to the candied haws? It looks soft."

Press the song and glance at it: "Red bean horseshoe cake."

Ling Jiang snorted: "I want that too. Wait, are the sour soup dumplings on the opposite side? I haven't tried it. I want a bowl of vegetarian stuffing."

Lian Presse looked at him with eyebrows raised and lowered at the same time: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat? One bite will make you gain three catties."

Ling Jiang ignored him, and after wandering around the street for a few times, he finally took it back: "Let's go first."

After pressing the song repeatedly, I found someone to buy it with a dark face.

"I've never seen you interested in mortal food before." Yin Chenglan said.

Looking at the various steaming stalls outside, Ling Jiang felt that his mouth was about to drool. He couldn't explain the reason, but he just wanted to eat. He secretly guessed that he would not be able to pretend to be a human in the future. That's why it's so precious.

The smell of sour soup dumplings quickly occupied the entire carriage. Yin Chenglan helped him hold the candied haws, even pressed the song to hold the horseshoe cake for him, and watched Lingjiang take a sip of the soup, and then asked someone to carry it out and add another spoonful of vinegar , and then drank it contentedly.

Double-click the song: "..."

Really pick.

Detouring into the palace from a remote path, Ling Jiang ate and drank enough, stuffed the remaining half bunch of candied haws into Yin Chenglan's mouth, and looked at the Dajing Palace from the gap in the car curtain.

"This is Chengxiang Palace. There is a pavilion in the palace. You can see the auspicious stars in the sky in the pavilion at night, so later the emperor built the Buddha Hall here." Yin Chenglan said.

Lingjiang said: "What was it before?"

Yin Chenglan said: "My study."

Green tiles and vermilion tiles, corridors leading to secluded places, three nines of practice in winter, three days of reading in summer, the stars move day and night, and the sound of reading is still there.

The carriage was walking in the heavily guarded palace, and passed under the eyes of the imperial guards in an open and honest manner. Lingjiang saw that those people were not looking sideways, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Yin Chenglan said: "In order to enshrine Shanyue, the living Buddha, the emperor sent a large number of servants and guards away to a pure place, and did not allow outsiders to enter the palace to disturb him at will, so we took the opportunity to replace the Lifo Palace with our people."

Ling Jiang put down the curtain of the car: "This person has some skills."

Yin Chenglan smiled and helped him straighten his slightly messy neckline: "Shanyue is very skilled, if you are interested, you can also ask him for advice."

Ling Jiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, noncommittal to the word "ask for advice".

Lian pressed the song and rubbed his hands, as if recalling some painful memories, and said: "In my impression, Shanyue has never lost. How can I say him, he is really like the light Buddha who does not eat fireworks in the world, fresh and widowed." Light, but no one can match."

Lingjiang became curious about what kind of person could bear this reputation.

There is a plum tree outside the Buddha Hall, and there is still snow left, and the clear sandalwood is like green smoke. Accompanied by the tender sound of Zen chanting from the hall, it seems that the years have stopped, and the room is full of fragrance.

A young monk about Ruisi's age was sitting in the hall beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

Ling Jiang thought for a while, then took out his Baleng plum blossom hammer, shook it in his hand, and it turned into a narrow sword, with a thin flick of the blade, several bright lights and shadows flashed, and stabbed at the little monk in the blink of an eye.

The blade pierced through the wind and was intercepted right in front of the little monk's eyes.

What stopped him was a red thread.

The red thread was taut, and there was a trembling sound of gold and stone at the place where it collided with the sword blade. Lingjiang saw the red thread wrapped around a person's wrist, raised his head, and saw the green robe hanging down the ground, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars were watching with a smile. with him.

The sword in Lingjiang's hand hummed and passed through the red line. His waist suddenly softened, and the blade stabbed at a tricky angle.

However, before reaching the front, the dark red thread like a blood snake had already tightly held the blade of the sword.

The other party smiled at Chong Lingjiang, who was in perfect clothes, and his sword fell to the ground with a 'clang', the red thread shrank rapidly, and the hilt rubbed sparks all the way, and jumped into the opponent's hand.

Lingjiang didn't panic when his weapon was unloaded, and stood indifferently smoothing the hem of his clothes that was blown up by the wind.

Yin Chenglan's applause sounded outside the hall.

Shanyue nodded slightly, turned over Lingjiang's weapon, and said generously, "The poor monk is rude."

Ling Jiang glanced at him, turned around and walked out of the hall, walked to Yin Chenglan's side, and said lightly: "Talk about it."

After talking about the prototype, he stood on the plum blossom tree outside the hall, interlaced his two small wings in front of his chest, and put them in a posture of admiring the head. He said with a heroic demeanor, "It's not because you are being rude, it's because you are inferior to others."

Zen Master Shanyue still looked calm when he saw Lingjiang's true body, and said in a gentle voice like a bright moon breeze: "Young master is just not good at using swords."

He saw that Ling Jiang intended to give way, and deliberately chose a weapon that was not convenient for him, and said: "If there is another day, I hope you will not hesitate to teach me."

The little yellow bird put its wings on its hips, straightened its belly, and let out a hum.

Yin Chenglan entered the palace and had a secret talk with Shanyue. Lingjiang noticed his bulging belly, and his attention was attracted for a while, so he didn't follow up.

Seeing that he didn't cling to her, Yin Chenglan thought he was still angry, and sighed bitterly.

Outside the Buddha Hall, Lingjiang and Shanyueshou under the tree looked at each other for a while, and the little monk blushed and stammered: "Master, Master asked me to fetch rice for you, I and I I don't know if you like red beans, green beans, or yellow beans."

Ling Jiang pinched his waist that he didn't know when he got fat, and said depressedly: "Come on."

You're already fat anyway, right?

Shanyue pours tea for Yin Chenglan.

"Have you figured it out?" Yin Chenglan said.

The monk in front of him is as calm as the wind, Yin Chenglan still can't imagine that he would break the precepts and clear rules, let go of the Buddha's mind and Zen words for one person, and from then on, he would step into the world of mortals with bamboo-zhang straw sandals.

What kind of person can impress Qingdeng Ancient Buddha's heart?

"My mind has been decided." Shanyue said.

A faint white mist rises from the clear tea, and when looking at people through the mist, the eyebrows and eyes are extremely gentle.

Yin Chenglan and him are ministers and friends, and they have known each other for many years. No matter how cool the wind, the bright moon, and the warmth of water, Zen Master Shanyue still has a precipitous and proud mountain in his bones. Hidden rapids.

No one can change the will of the mountain.

Yin Chenglan stared at him for a long time, then smiled, "I heard he's also a man?"

Shanyue blinked and shook her head.

Yin Chenglan took a sip of tea, "Shanyue, you can't hide it from me, let alone a man—"

He didn't speak, but was interrupted by Zen Master Shanyue, who is always gentle and polite. When he mentioned a certain uncle, there was an unconcealable smile on his lips: "It's not a human, it's a male rabbit."

Yin Chenglan was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Same as him."

There seem to be a lot of fairies this year.

Yin Chenglan looked at the smile inadvertently revealed by the gentle monk in front of him, and thought of the future between himself and Lingjiang, his chest was stuffy, so he had to lower his head and take a sip of tea, suppressing the envy in his eyes, and said: "There is one more thing to do before this trip. I want to tell you."

Shanyue put away her smile and said sternly, "Master, you are referring to the matter that the king of Houmin took the princess as a hostage?"

"Yes. According to the spy report, the King of Houmin is cruel and arrogant by nature. With his temperament, it is logically impossible for him to offer to send his daughter to Dajing to show his surrender. I suspect that he has other plans for this trip. You Stay in the palace during this time, and when Princess Houmin enters the court, secretly send someone to watch her, so as not to let the emperor be fascinated by ghosts and ruin the great river and mountains."

Shanyue agreed, and raised her teacup, "When Houmin is over, that's what I've been dreaming of. Shanyue is weak, and I'm willing to help you."

Yin Chenglan touched his teacup: "Thank you Zen Master for your ten-year company."

Seven days later, the envoy of Hou Fujian and his princess disappeared in the territory of Dajing Kingdom. Shanyue left the palace to investigate, and secretly began to pave a way for her little apprentice to the emperor.

From that day on, there was no longer a Zen master with a green robe like smoke in the Hall of Respect for the Buddha. There was only a young monk, who used a piece of handkerchief to cover the wooden fish, chanting sutras and Zen meditation day and night.

There is a poem embroidered on that square handkerchief: "There are deer in the peach forest, and beautiful women are rare."

After leaving the palace, Yin Chenglan was going to Lizhou to pick up Rui Si at the foot of the emperor.

But Ling Jiang couldn't follow him anymore, only when Yin Chenglan wasn't by his side would he have a chance for Yan Chu to take out his truncated cone bone.

The setting sun was as fierce as blood, staining half of the sky red.

With a fluffy belly, Ling Jiang raised his head from the bowl of sour soup dumplings and looked at Yin Chenglan.