Grandpa is such a bird

The drizzle is like silk, the ground is full of residual red, and the blue waves are slightly rippling.

In the misty peach forest, the Buddhist altar is set on the wet peach petals.

There is a blue silk umbrella on the altar, and a young monk in a plain robe sits under the umbrella.

He sat cross-legged, with a bottle of wooden fish in front of his knees. The square handkerchief was still spread under the wooden fish. The slanting rain wet his shoulders, forming a shallow puddle in front of him.

The handkerchief is soaked in it, and the petals embroidered on it are undulating in the water. The embroidery is lifelike, as if a wisp of fragrance is about to float out of the rain and fog.

Ruisi can't go to listen to his Zen lectures in person, and he can't show up yet.

He hid in the dark of the palace, watching Yixuan sitting quietly on the Buddhist altar, alone, chanting sutras with his eyes closed, with a devout and focused expression.

In the majestic imperial palace, there are few people. You can only see the blue-gray palace wall and the guards who are like bronze statues in armor ten steps away. The walls are cold, and the people are also cold. In this gorgeous prison where people are indifferent Inside the cage, two rows of court ladies in pink dresses holding green oil-paper umbrellas came from the majestic Panlong Hall in the distance, followed by guards with knives in black armor.

It was at this moment that Rui Si saw the Emperor Lao Tzu whom he had never met before.

The emperor frowned, and strode ahead. The eunuch beside him took small steps, talking in a low voice, servilely. He didn't know what he said. The emperor paused, and the eunuch immediately fell to his knees, trembling.

The emperor's face was gloomy, his eyes seemed to cut a layer of flesh off his body, then he flicked his sleeves coldly, kicked the eunuch away, and left.

The emperor walked all the way to the peach grove, stopped at a place where he could see the Buddhist altar, glanced around casually, raised his chin slightly, opened his arms, and the maid at his side stepped forward to straighten his skirt and robe corners, Casually said: "How long has he been there?"

The eunuch who followed up said, "It's been two hours since I returned to the emperor."

The emperor's brows furrowed a look of boredom for a moment, but it disappeared quickly. He stroked the corner of his clothes and said, "I want to thank them."

The father-in-law didn't know what he meant, so he just nodded.

The emperor knew that he didn't understand what he said, so he smiled meaningfully, and walked towards the Buddhist altar, but the expression of impatience just now changed into a devout expression towards the Buddha as if by magic.

In the dark, Ruisi watched the emperor walk towards the Buddhist altar, and looked up at the place where the Buddha Hall was worshipped. In the rainy sky, the auspicious star shining on the palace mentioned by his foster father could not be seen.

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, thanking the gods and Buddhas to suppress the revived Prince Huaiyuan.

His old man, could it be too ridiculous.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yixuan raised his head, put down the things in his hands, and saluted him with clasped hands.

The emperor returned the salute, stood under the umbrella held up by his servants, and said: "Thank you, little master, you have worked so hard to chant scriptures and pray for me."

Yixuan smiled and shook his head, picked up the handkerchief on the wooden fish again, wrung out the rainwater, and spread it back under the wooden fish.

The emperor glanced at the peach blossoms on the young monk's handkerchief, and curiously asked why he laid the handkerchief.

Yixuan said: "It is a gift from the brothers in the temple."

The emperor laughed loudly and said: "I just looked at it a few days ago, and I thought it was dazzled. Today, I look at it again, it is clearly a girl's thing, and there are peach petals that attract butterflies on it. Little master, would you like to let me look at it?" Take a closer look?"

Yixuan's heart moved, he maintained a calm expression in silence, handed the handkerchief to the eunuch who came to pick it up, then retracted his hands into his sleeves, wiping off the sweat on it.

He set up a platform in front of the peach forest to give lectures, and the handkerchief under the wooden fish finally caught the emperor's attention.

Ruisi, who was hiding in the dark, stared at the emperor and took the handkerchief.

One spring river, ten miles of red makeup, deer in the peach forest, beautiful women are rare.

The handkerchief was as silky as water, reflecting the two highly embroidered peach blossoms, which could almost be mistaken for real. The emperor looked at the lines of the poem, and was taken aback, remembering that Shanyue had also said these lines of lines a few months ago.

Do you remember, His Majesty?

Can not remember.

The emperor faintly sensed something strange, glanced vigilantly at the monk on the Buddhist altar, and said: "...There are deer in the peach forest, and beautiful women are rare."

The face of the eunuch beside him changed secretly, and he lowered his head.

The emperor saw it and said sternly, "What do you know?"

The father-in-law knelt down as if he didn't want money, he fell on the ground and stammered: "This poem... This poem seems to be written by the emperor to Concubine Mu back then. Somehow, how it got out."

The emperor suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a woman who was born in the Jiangnan embroidery workshop and had better stitching skills than the embroiderer. When he went to the south of the Yangtze River, he met by chance and had a lingering affection for her.

He also made her a concubine himself, and what happened after that, more than ten years passed, three thousand beauties in the harem came and went, so many people, he had long forgotten.

The emperor returned the handkerchief and said nothing more.

Ruisi, who was hiding in the dark, felt pain in his palms, only to realize that he had used too much force just now, breaking off a piece of stubble from the beam under the eaves, and the stubble hurt his hand.

Seeing the bright red blood flowing from his palm, he forced a smile, then his face turned cold, and he thought gloomily, what else is he expecting?

Chang'an Temple received the news from Yin Chenglan and others that the bedrooms had been prepared in advance. When they arrived at the temple, it had been raining in the imperial capital for more than half a month.

It wasn't too cold, but when it rained, there was a bit of wind. As soon as Lian Song pushed Yin Chenglan into the house, the wild cat on his lap got into the bed with lightning speed.

This cat is very talented in eating and sleeping. The former talent is reflected in its chubby belly, and the latter is that it can always find a warmer and more comfortable place anytime and anywhere. Under the blanket, or on his lap, this cat can sleep peacefully.

Yin Chenglan still didn't dare to refuse, it's really fucked up to hold a bird's egg to make the pavilion master.

The orange cat stepped on a soft spot in the quilt, got out of the quilt, ran to Yin Chenglan, looked up at the little yellow bird holding the egg on his lap and meowed.

The little yellow bird glanced at the man behind him indifferently, lifted the egg up, and as soon as its little wings loosened, the egg fell straight down.

Yin Chenglan was startled, and stretched out his hand to pick it up, and an orange shadow flashed quickly, and saw the cat leaping lightly, stepping on the back of Yin Chenglan's hand, stretching its neck, and caught the bird's egg. The orange cat had a beautiful egg in its mouth. Egg, proudly gave Yin Chenglan a vague meow, got into the bed and hatched the egg, he was more dedicated than the two Egg fathers around him.

Seeing that one bird and one cat cooperated so tacitly, Yin Chenglan became jealous.

The little yellow bird stood proudly on his lap, kicking its paws boredly, but didn't follow into the nest, obviously waiting for some big pig's hooves.

Yin Chenglan was even more sure that Lingjiang recognized him, but he was probably angry and didn't want to talk to him.

There was a knock on the door outside the house, and she pressed the song to open the door. The person who came was Rui Si's mother, Simu Shi.To bring water and food.

Lian pressed the song to pick up the things and sent them in. After a while, he came out again and said with a smile: "Ma'am, I haven't seen you for a long time. This way please, Master will come later after changing clothes."

He closed the door with his backhand.

Simu Shi glanced behind him, nodded, and followed him.

There was an old pagoda tree outside the window of the bedroom, the leaves were bright green, whirling in the rain, Yin Chenglan waved his sleeves to close the window, put the little yellow bird on the table, and poured him a glass of water.

While pecking at the water and combing his feathers, Ling Jiang aimed his little bean eyes at him.

The man took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body. He has been sitting in a wheelchair all year round, and there is no fat between his waist and abdomen. His muscles are well-proportioned, firm, strong, and full of strength.

Ling Jiang knew what it was like to have his chest pressed against his body, and when he thought about it, his whole body would become hot and tense. The domineering and irresistible nature of a man was nailed into his body, gentle and domineering, not allowing him to escape.

Yin Chenglan changed his clothes, and when he looked up, he saw the little yellow bird standing beside the cup in a daze, with a silver thread hanging from its pointed mouth, it was not known whether it was saliva or tea, it just dripped down like this.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Their family is handsome and handsome young hero of Lingjiang.

The little yellow bird took a long breath, came back to his senses, and thought sourly in his heart, he was out of luck, he hadn't slept with Yin Shijiu, he hadn't torn his clothes, opened his legs, tasted He cried and begged for mercy and moaned tears.

Yin Chenglan said: "I'm going to see Mu Shi, are you coming?"

Ling Jiang swallowed.

Yin Chenglan didn't know why: "Hungry? I still have—"

Before he finished speaking, the little yellow bird suddenly jumped onto his chest, and pecked frantically at his chest like a storm, like a hardworking woodpecker, pecking angrily.

The bird's sharp beak really hurt when it pecked his body, Yin Chenglan didn't dare to say anything, stretched his muscles into a wooden stake, and let Lingjiang let out a vicious sigh.

Without looking, Yin Chenglan knew that his chest must be dotted with bright red.

After pecking, the little yellow bird flew to his shoulder, put its claws under its stomach, shook its head, and fluttered its dumb hair: "Chirp!"

Let's drive!

Yin Chenglan rubbed his chest bitterly, and maneuvered the wheelchair to leave the room.

They walked forward, and a cat head popped out of the bed on the back foot, and looked at no one outside. The fat orange cat pulled out the quail eggs under its stomach, pressed it with one paw, and opened its mouth to gnaw on the egg, but it couldn't gnaw. , and then switched to the other side of the big teeth and continued to gnaw, making a grunting sound in its mouth, exactly the same as when it stole the fish.

Just when the fat orange cat couldn't crack the eggshell, and was about to continue to put the egg back, the quail egg, which had always been extremely hard and skinny, suddenly cracked a gap.

The fat orange cat was taken aback. In fact, it didn't intend to eat it. It just wanted to lick a few mouthfuls, but the bird's egg cracked without warning.

As if facing a formidable enemy, it retreated outside the bed, making a low meowing sound, and the rain outside the window stopped.

In the next room, Yin Chenglan touched the little yellow bird in his hand, and said calmly: "Go and write, it's time for us to enter the palace."

A snow-white flying swan spread its wings and flew high from Chang'an Temple, crossed the [-]-mile-long moat, and entered the majestic palace of the Dajing Emperor's Capital.

At the green mountains and green waters that Feihu passed by, a long and quiet bell rang, and then, the bells of ten ancient temples near and far echoed in the quiet mountain forest.

The vigorous bells sounded like waves one after another, and almost at the same time, they rang throughout the entire Dajing Kingdom.

In the imperial capital, the emperor woke up from his nap in the afternoon and heard the sound of an ancient bell in the distance, so he sent someone to ask him. He came in a green robe, with red clay on his cloth shoes, and bowed deeply to the emperor. "Thousands of bells are playing together, and the voice of the Buddha is mourning. Your Majesty, Chan Master Shanyue has passed away."

The emperor was surprised, "This is impossible."

Yixuan lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, "If not, who can make the bells of thousands of temples ring at the same time?"

The emperor immediately sent someone to inquire, but got a report that the bells of the temples and Buddhist temples rang for some reason. mourn for it.

Following Qian Zhong's death, came a last letter from Zen Master Shanyue.

In Chang'an Temple, Yin Chenglan and Lingjiang were about to secretly enter the palace to meet Yixuan, before leaving, Lingjiang took an extra look at Eggy under the blanket.

With this glance, it froze in place immediately.

I saw that there was a hole in the strong quail egg.

A tiny little pacifier was pecking at the eggshell, and then slurping it into its mouth.