high official

Chapter 686

The middle-aged pilgrim shook it for a long time, and finally heard a click, and a sign fell to the ground.Xinci picked it up for him, took a look, handed it to the pilgrim, and said, "No. 30 is a lottery."

The pilgrim didn't understand either, so he presented both hands to the Daozang monk, asking him to give advice.

"What does the benefactor want to ask?" Monk Daozang took the bamboo stick and twisted it in his hand and asked.

"Ask..." The pilgrim's eyes were blank, and after a while he said: "Ask yourself, ask the sky, ask the plan..."

"In short, it is to ask whether the matter can be accomplished." Daozang said slowly.

"Yes, Master, please advise." Pilgrim said with a pious expression.

"This No. 30 lottery is 'Cai Zhongxing is in distress'." Daozang said slowly: "The poem said: The wind and rain hit the boat canopy. The peach blossoms on the riverside are all red. Awaken the fisherman's spring dream, hold the pole and go to the lost west East……"

"Why does it sound so unlucky..." The pilgrim was secretly depressed, but still had the last hope: "Master, what kind of lottery is this?"

"Place the lottery." The old monk lowered his eyes and said, "Ask yourself if your body is not safe. Ask the sky. When disasters come, you should dodge them. Ask if it is inappropriate to travel. If you want to, don't act rashly..."

"What will happen if you act recklessly?" Pilgrim said with difficulty.

"It's clearly written on the signed ticket." The old monk said lightly.Xinci took out a signed ticket from the cloth purse on the wall and handed it to the pilgrim.The pilgrim saw that it was exactly what the old monk said, and his face turned pale.The signed poem was originally a very simple sentence, and the pilgrim was a literati among generals, so he could understand it without explaining it.

After a while, Fang Youyou sighed: "It's such a 'wake up the fisherman's spring dream, hold the pole to get lost...', could it be that what he planned is really a dream, and in the end it will be a 'lost thing' ?”

"Anyway, it's not appropriate, if you want to, don't act rashly..." The old monk repeated.

"Thank you, master, is there a way to resolve it?" Pilgrim looked at the old monk and regarded him as a straw.

The old monk said slowly: "Don't be alarmed, benefactor, you must know that my Buddha is merciful, and there is no unparalleled path."

"Master Wanwang enlighten me." The pilgrim's eyes lit up, seeing the old monk paused for a while, he hurriedly said: "If it can be resolved, I am willing to give up a thousand taels of silver!"

The old monk Fang said indifferently: "In fact, the old monk has already made it clear, as long as you remember three words, don't act recklessly, naturally you will not cause cause and effect, and there is no way for disaster."

"I think so too, but I can't help myself, I want to get out but I can't." Xiangke said with a bitter face, "I wonder if Master still has a way to resolve it?"

"No." The old monk said lightly, "Can you make the horse run fast and not eat grass at the same time?"

"That's right..." Xiangke nodded, and finally couldn't help but tell the real purpose of coming, and asked: "Can I meet Master Daoyan? He may have a way."

"Master has not seen anyone for many years." Daozang looked at Xinci, who replied.

"I would like to ask the two masters for accommodating me." The pilgrim knelt down and leaned over, begging bitterly: "I am really at a loss. If the master doesn't point out a clear way, I will really die." Ji Dao: "I would like to give up another two thousand, no, five thousand taels, just to meet Master Daoyan!"

"This benefactor looks like a nobleman in court?" Xinci said helplessly.

"Don't dare." Xiangke humbly said, as acquiescence.

"Then you should know that our abbot has always said one thing, the rules are set, even the emperor can't make him an exception." Xinci said: "Don't make things difficult for me."

"Ask if it's going to work." The pilgrim begged pitifully: "Just say that Wang Ning came to see him, and Master Daoyan might be able to see me. You have notified me, even if you don't see me, you will give up..."

"Then... okay." Xinci couldn't refuse, so she had to take the pilgrim out of the side hall, let him wait outside, and went to report to the abbot herself.Before leaving, he put the ugly words first, the abbot will fall into meditation at any time, and he may not know when he will reply, if he is impatient, he might as well go home.

The pilgrim was Wang Ning, Marquis of Yongchun. He came here today, but he had no choice but to listen to the old monk's instructions. Naturally, he was patient and waited in the front yard.Xinci went to the backyard, but instead of looking for the abbot, she went to her senior brother's room to have tea and talk... The old monk became more eccentric as he got older. ?

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Wang Ning was pacing in the courtyard of the temple. The sky was very gloomy and it would rain anytime, just like his mood.At this moment, the monks are in meditation, and there are no other pilgrims in the temple, and I can hear my own footsteps quietly...

This was the first time he went out for a while, and he fell ill when he came back from Hanwang Mansion.There is a physical illness... that is the root of the illness that fell in the Jinyiwei Prison. Once the seasons change and the maintenance is not good, it is easy to relapse; but the more difficult thing is the heart disease.Just as Zhang Xiang guessed, he did not dare to offend the King of Han, nor did he dare to betray the prince, let alone an emperor who was far away in Beijing.

That was really full of annoyance, regretting why those bastards dragged her to the King of Han's mansion to drink blood wine in the first place, but now it's good, the yellow mud fell into the crotch, it was either shit or shit.From then on, he had nightmares again and again, always dreaming that the emperor returned to Beijing, ransacked him all over the house, and put him to death late. His whole body was terrified, he couldn't sleep or eat, his body was naturally deteriorating, he had a splitting headache every day, and his legs fluttered when he walked. , he even felt that if he continued like this, he would die soon.

His wife, Princess Huaiqing, was also secretly worried, but she didn't know how to persuade him, so she had to think of ways to relieve him.Yesterday evening, I invited an opera troupe to come to my house to sing operas, and specially asked the other party to pick funny and comfortable ones to perform.Unexpectedly, the troupe did not know whether it was negligence or intentional, but actually sang the song "The King of Yan Raises Troops"...

This play was regarded as the main theme song in the Yongle Dynasty. It portrayed Zhu Di as great, bright and correct. Under the persecution of the reactionary ruling group headed by Jianwen, he saw his brother being killed and he was put under house arrest. Be his loyal minister and virtuous king.Later, Monk Daoyan, Zhang Yu and others couldn't bear it anymore, and killed the Beiping chief envoy and others who murdered the lord. Zhu Di, in desperation, vowed to eradicate the treacherous ministers around the emperor...

This play is staged in the capital and in various provinces by official organizations every New Year's Day, but it never appears in the emperor's place or the prince's mansion.There is no other reason, distorting that period of history is too outrageous, even the winners of the Jingnan Battle are ashamed and unbearable after seeing it.

As soon as the play started, Wang Ning was not happy. Didn't he say that he was relieved to play a funny play?How did King Yan raise his troops?What's so funny about that?I don't know if the old man is most afraid of seeing the emperor right now?But he didn't dare to call a stop to this kind of drama, and he didn't dare to leave the table, otherwise he would be disrespectful to the emperor.He could only be patient, with a gloomy face, watching the actor playing Zhu Di singing and fighting on the stage, as if he really saw the emperor in front of his eyes, Wang Ning's face turned pale with fright.It wasn't until 'King Yan' went down and 'Zhang Yu' and 'Zhu Neng' came out that his face regained some blood.

Looking at Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng on the stage, because they were worried about the uncertain future, they were worried about discussing there. Wang Ning felt a sense of sympathy for each other, and secretly sighed in his heart: "You two brothers are happier than me, and I can't even talk to each other." Nothing at all...' Unknowingly, I was fascinated by it, and I only heard Zhang Yu say, don't think about it here, we don't understand this matter, we have to ask an expert.

Zhu Neng said, who is taller than our brothers?
Zhang Yudao, that tall man is taller than both of us plus one piece.

Zhu Nengdao, don't be fooled, who are you talking about?
Zhang Yu said that it was the new abbot of Qingshou Temple, Master Daoyan.

Zhu Neng didn't believe it, so what did the old monk know?
Zhang Yu said with a look of admiration, he knows a lot, understands yin and yang, understands ghosts and gods, strategizes, and calculates exhaustive strategies!If you can get him to give you some pointers, it will be better than our two brothers wanting to break our heads.

Zhu Neng said half-believingly, then go and have a look, it's not too far anyway.

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After the two finished talking, they stepped off the stage, but Wang Ning's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and said, "Oh, how did I forget him?"

The eldest princess was startled by him, and cast a reproachful look at the son-in-law and said, "What are you doing so suddenly? Who have you forgotten?"

"Master Daoyan..." Wang Ning lowered his voice and said, "The old monk is a man of gods. If I can get his advice, wouldn't it be better than me thinking here by myself?"

"The feeling is." The eldest princess said deeply, "But Master Daoyan doesn't ask about world affairs now, can he see you?"

"Others have no hope, but I still have some hope." Wang Ning rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "We have had friendship since the Hongwu period, and later in the Yongle Dynasty, we often talked about Buddhism together. I don’t see you anymore. But this friendship is still there, and it should give me face.”

"Then let's go tomorrow." The eldest princess was also very happy.

"Well, I'll go tomorrow morning." Wang Ning nodded heavily.

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In the courtyard, there was a sound of footsteps, Wang Ning hurriedly gathered his mind, followed the prestige, and saw a little monk coming over with his head down, clasped his hands together and said, "Please benefactor."

"Ah, thank you little master." Wang Ning mentioned the heart in his throat, immediately put it down, and happily followed the little monk through several corridors... The Qingshou Temple in the capital is actually the mansion that the emperor bestowed on Yao Guangxiao to renovate. The courtyard is deep and the corridors are winding, not inferior to the Princess Mansion where Wang Ning lives... Come outside a meditation room.

Wang Ning was a little strange, he had been to Qingshou Temple, so he naturally knew that this was not the courtyard where the abbot lived, but the young monk had already entered, so he had no choice but to follow into the courtyard.Under the gesture of the little monk, he entered a meditation room.

The meditation room is extremely simple, with only a bed and a futon, and a young monk is sitting on the futon.The autumn sun shone on the monk through the window lattice, as if coating him with a layer of golden light.

Seeing the appearance of the monk clearly, Wang Ning couldn't help being stunned.

(End of this chapter)