Splendid Abandoned Wife

Chapter 673 Mr. Yu (third update)
Lingyi Temple is located on the top of Lingjiu Peak, a quiet and refined place. It is magnificent and solemn.Surrounding the temple are five majestic mountains.Lingjiu Peak is the shortest of the six peaks, which makes Lingyi Temple seem to be surrounded by mountains.

Standing at the entrance of the temple, looking around at the mountains behind it, Xiao Feng sighed softly: "If there is really something fishy in Lingyi Temple, they will indeed find a place!" The deep mountains are the best way to hide the blindness, everyone's first feeling Even if you use the mountain to escape, no one will doubt this ancient temple that is more than 500 years old.

Pan Jiaming also shook his head with a wry smile. To be honest, from the bottom of his heart, he did not want Mr. Ruan or any master in Lingyi Temple to be related to Mr. Yu and his group. He did not want the ancient temple, which should be far away from secular disputes, to be affected by those people and people. All kinds of conspiracy and blasphemy.

The two of them stepped into the temple. Several bodhi trees in the front yard of the temple were in full bloom.Although it is winter, they are still so tall and green.

Under the bodhi tree, a man in a gray cotton robe was sweeping the floor.

Xiao Feng seemed to be expressing his emotions when he saw the scene and said: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. I always brush it diligently to avoid dust."

"The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust." The man sweeping the floor did not turn his head back, nor did he stop moving his hands, but his voice was slightly hoarse: "Xiao Bangyan seems to be a little impetuous recently. .As long as you maintain inner peace, no matter how turbulent the outside world is, you can always remain motionless."

"Mr. Ruan?" Xiao Feng said with a smile, "Thank you sir, every time I hear what you say, Xiao Feng always gets enlightened. It's just that your voice is a little hoarse. Is your body a little sick? Why are you still working hard here?" He clearly saw that, The moment Pan Jiaming heard Mr. Ruan's voice, his body trembled slightly, and his heart couldn't help but tighten: Could it be that Mr. Ruan's cold, hoarse voice was the voice that Mingzi remembered in his bones?

"It's okay," the sweeper stood up straight and turned around, "It's just a bit windy, just move around and sweat a little."

Yes, the man sweeping the floor was Mr. Ruan they wanted to see on this trip.Mr. Ruan is in his early thirties and is over seven feet tall. Although he is not handsome in appearance, his meticulous bun, clear and clean face, and deep black eyes all reflect his elegant and scholarly temperament.However, Pan Jiaming noticed for the first time that Mr. Ruan’s thick eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously.
"It doesn't matter if your voice has changed, right?" Pan Jiaming said with a naughty smile, "Mr. Ruan doesn't cherish his body so much. Doesn't it also mean that he doesn't cherish his blessings?"

Mr. Ruan was not angry. He stretched out his finger and tapped Pan Jiaming a few times: "If I don't discuss Buddhism with Ming Shizi, I'm asking for trouble. But my voice is hoarse when I catch wind. It's really something I'm born with." , not even a slight illness. Come on, come on, I will accompany you to the Charity Hall, and then you come to my place to play chess. I have specially prepared good mountain tea for you today. That’s still two months ahead. The emperor rewarded me when I was in the palace."

Pan Jiaming curled his lips: "It's not like I haven't been here before. Mr. Ruan has never been so enthusiastic. It seems that Mr. Ruan is really interested in those poor students." Mr. Ruan has insisted on providing free advice to the poor students who come to Lingyi Temple for help over the years. , and actively raised donations for them. It is said that Lingyi Temple has now become a sacred place for students from poor families. Most students who come to Beijing from other places to take exams, especially students from poor families, also like to stay in Lingyi Temple.

"Master Ming, you have wronged me. I welcome Prince Ming with the same enthusiasm, but the high mountain tea is not always available." Mr. Ruan laughed and said, "If we get it once, I won't hurry up and keep it to entertain Prince Ming." ? There is nothing I can do, no matter how much I care about those poor students, there is still nothing I can do without noble people like Ming Shizi who generously contribute."

The three of them arrived at the charity hall chatting and laughing. Master Jinghui, who was in charge of the charity hall, was also waiting early. For the charity hall of Lingyi Temple, the British government has always been the most stable donor. At about the same time every year, the British government The father-in-law or Ming Shizi will come to donate in person, and will also ask to see the charity hall's income and expenditure statement for a year, which is very cautious and considerate.In contrast, Master Jinghui also takes it very seriously. Although from time to time there will be a few wealthy nobles or rich people who spend a lot of money, the Charity Hall needs more persistent and truly caring donors like the British government.

Xiao Feng looked through the account book, while Pan Jiaming took out a neat little stack of banknotes and offered them with both hands: "Master, please check. The extra 3000 taels this year were donated by me on behalf of the Queen. I hope it will be used exclusively for those orphans." UK The government donates a fixed amount of 3000 taels of silver every year, and this year it is 6000 taels.

"Amitabha," Master Jinghui clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name before taking the banknote from Pan Jiaming. "The British government is very kind, and the Queen is kind." The British government donates money every year, but it is never as domineering as some nobles. .

After receiving the consecration peace talisman prepared by Lingyi Temple for the donor, Pan Jiaming registered the time and amount in the donation book, signed his name, and then the three of them left the charity hall and went to Mr. Ruan's residence.

"I heard that Ming Shizi and Xiao Bangyan are going to the northwest to recruit the white-haired military advisor Yin's army?" Mr. Ruan suddenly asked.

"Mr. Ruan doesn't care about world affairs, but he is well-informed," Pan Jiaming said with a smile, "We will set off early tomorrow morning. No, I came here specially today because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to come back in time before the year."

Mr. Ruan joked: "I heard that the white-haired military advisor only gives face to General Yin Zhao. You are General Yin's son-in-law now, so your recruitment will go smoothly."

"I hope so," Pan Jiaming's usual dandy-like smile coupled with his unabashed pride made him look like he deserved a beating.

Mr. Ruan's room is as simple and neat as others', with a bed, a set of tables and chairs, a small wooden cabinet one person high, a basin and cotton towels on a washbasin shelf, and a large wooden box in the corner. That's all he has. Possessions.

If there is anything special about it, it is the set of a table and four chairs, and a self-portrait on the wall.

Most people's tables are round tables, but the one in Mr. Ruan's room is a small square table that can seat four people. It can be used as a dining table or a desk. When guests come, they can sit together and chat and play chess. Cheap.At this moment, there is a tea set, a small porcelain jar, and a chessboard on the table.As soon as the host and guest sat down, a young novice came in with a pot of boiling water. Mr. Ruan took out the tea leaves from the small porcelain pot and started making tea.

Pan Jiaming stood up again and walked to the self-portrait to admire the painting.

The painting skills are not excellent, but the charm of the characters and the majesty of the surrounding scenery are vividly reproduced on the paper.

In the painting, Mr. Ruan is standing on the cliff overlooking the mountains, and behind him is the famous Lingjiu Peak Buddha in Lingyi Temple.Is this the ambition of one person and more than ten thousand people?Pan Jiaming snorted secretly in his heart.

"At that time, I was standing on the cliff, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and mountains, and I suddenly felt that people are actually so insignificant." Mr. Ruan poured tea and explained to Pan Jiaming the situation when he painted the self-portrait.

Pan Jiaming disagreed: "Compared with the world, humans are very small. But as small as me, no matter what I do, I am who I am. This is what makes everyone valuable."

Mr. Ruan: "..." So full of Buddhist principles, uh, what he hadn't figured out for a while was said by the playboy Ming Shizi?What's the meaning?Is it a hint?It doesn't look like it, or are you just pretending to be sophisticated?

Well, to be honest, he didn't really like the prince very much. He just knew how to reincarnate, was lucky, and had an Eagle Guard in his hand.

Pan Jiaming seemed to like the painting very much. He walked backwards and reached out to take the tea while still staring at the painting: "In my opinion, the most exquisite thing about this self-portrait is... Oops, I'm sorry, Mr. Ruan, Is your hand okay? Is it not burned?"

Mr. Ruan's face is almost distorted. The whole cup of hot tea. Is it okay?A scoundrel is a scoundrel. He has no basic etiquette for receiving tea. He looks like a scoundrel and a playboy!
Pan Jiaming reacted quickly and saw water in the basin on the washbasin shelf next to the wall. He quickly grabbed Mr. Ruan's wrist and pulled him over. He immersed his hands in the water for a while before pulling them out to check: "Is there any blistering?" ?Did you burn the skin off? Oh, is this bleeding?" Sure enough, there is a red birthmark!Mr. Jade?It’s so well hidden!

"It's okay, thanks to Ming Shizi's quick reaction," Mr. Ruan used the cotton towel on the shelf to dry the water on his hands. Not to mention, because Pan Jiaming responded quickly, the cold water was really cold in this weather, and the skin on his hands was still very red. There was no big problem, "This is a birthmark, not blood, it's okay."

Xiao Feng poured tea for the three of them again and said with a smile: "He has been naughty since he was a child and was often injured, so he has experience."

After a near-miss incident, the three of them talked about things while playing chess, and decided on the candidate for the donation to a poor student.Pan Jiaming took out the banknote and counted out 500 taels to Mr. Ruan, and said with complete trust: "According to Mr.'s suggestion, I will donate this time to five students who came to Beijing to take the exam. 300 taels per person should be enough for their two months in Beijing. ?”

“It’s enough, even the cost of returning to their hometown is enough,” Mr. Ruan said. “We are helping them prepare for the exam in Beijing without worrying about food and clothing, instead of letting them have good food and clothing, otherwise it will be meaningless.”

Xiao Feng nodded: "Thank you sir! This is truly pragmatic help."

Pan Jiaming and Pan Jiaming were about to leave when a poor student who lived in Lingyi Temple came to ask for advice from Mr. Ruan. The two declined Mr. Ruan's offer and waved goodbye.

After leaving the temple gate, Pan Jiaming sighed softly: "It is indeed him."

Xiao Feng nodded without any surprise. Not only did Mr. Ruan's voice match the birthmark on his palm, but just now, he also discovered something unusual. This Mr. Ruan might have something inside him!

"I'm afraid the bottom of that wooden box is not true," Xiao Feng said. They would set out early tomorrow morning, and they would have to wait for the Eagle Guard to tell them the secret of the bottom of the wooden box.

Pan Jiaming was stunned. His attention was on the painting just now, but he didn't notice the wooden box.However, Xiao Feng has always been more attentive than him. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is as meticulous as his hair.

"There are no traces of compaction and depression in the soil at the location of the wooden box," Xiao Feng explained, "It can be seen that it is often moved." The house has a dirt floor, but there is no bluestone paving. If the wooden box is permanently placed there, , there will definitely be traces of being pressed out of the soil at that location. Everyone knows that the wood itself is very heavy, not to mention that there are things placed inside.Why do you move it so often?it goes without saying.

(End of this chapter)