Fu Canglu

Chapter 1

To the south of the Qijiang River, within the territory of Qiliang.Juanzhou official road, horseshoes like thunder.

Everyone knows that Xiao Yi, His Majesty Qi Liang's little prince, is extremely gifted and has never forgotten since he was a child.At the age of three, he read hundreds of essays, at the age of six, he wrote poems in front of the palace, and at the age of eight, he studied under the national teacher Wushuangyuan Tiangang.Even though the masters of Qi and Liang have read all over the world, they have never seen such a genius.

Master Yuan Guo used his hexagrams to figure out that His Royal Highness has the dragon, snake, and lotus phases among the eight phases of heaven and man. Unfortunately, the two phases are incompatible. His Highness has been weak and sick since he was a child. His Majesty summoned countless medical masters. It is helpless.

The Medicine King Valley has not appeared in the world for ten years, and it seems that no one in this world can heal this heavenly genius, His Royal Highness the Prince.

The national teacher used the ten-year lifespan to solve the problem, and calculated that the little prince's fate was beyond the age of 16.

Xiao Yi, the little prince of Qi Liang, was born in the Spring and Autumn and Yuan calendar.

Now in the 16th year of Spring and Autumn, early spring.His Royal Highness the little prince is just sixteen.

Yuan Da Guoshi calculated that there were traces of the King of Medicine in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and this was the last time.

Three carriages, one for people, two for books, two coachmen, and ten attendants.

His Royal Highness the little prince sent the national teacher's kit and went north to the Great Wei.

This trip seeks longevity.

The official road in Juanzhou is full of falling flowers, and it is the early spring.

His Royal Highness the little prince was reading quietly in the car, never caring about the fatigue of the horses.

This car is full of sage scrolls.The sky is big and the earth is big, and the principles of sages and sages are the greatest.Father and Emperor relied on the principles of sages and sages to govern the country, regulate the family and the world, so whether it is the scriptures and books of the giants before the Spring and Autumn Period, or the classics of the masters who first became famous after the Spring and Autumn Period.His Royal Highness the Little Prince, who is only 16 years old, has already watched it almost all over.

The wheels of the carriage creaked and creaked, rolling over the ground and falling flowers.

The two drivers squinted their eyes, but they were really not interested.

From Lanling City, the imperial capital, to Juanzhou, they traveled three weeks and encountered six waves of assassins.

All died within a mile of the little prince.

Two coachmen were wearing hats, one was chewing wild grass roots, and there was a scar on his cheekbone. He raised his head casually, and made a vague gesture with his right hand behind his back.

The entourage at the back immediately understood, and the few extremely concealed figures in black who followed the carriage immediately dispersed from the official road.

A mile away, the three ambush crossbowmen were decapitated by the black-clothed figure before they could make any muffled groans.

This is the seventh wave of assassins.

There will always be someone who is not afraid of death and will come forward to assassinate the little prince.

The man who was chewing grass roots and wearing a hat narrowed his eyes. Although this trip could not be said to be hidden, but after traveling for three weeks, he changed directions four times temporarily and encountered assassins one after another. I have to say, it was a bit of a coincidence.

Naturally, His Royal Highness the Little Prince didn't know, and read a book safely in the car.

The other groom bowed his head to drive the chariot and remained silent.

If you have a discerning eye, you will find that these two grooms do not move their upper body at all when riding the horse, and their lower body keeps the same frequency as the horse. They are definitely not ordinary people.

The one chewing the grass roots is Ming Sheng, a master of lightness kung fu who is known as "the rainstorm does not stick to his clothes", and the one who bows his head in silence is Miao Jianghong, a master insider with the reputation of "glaring King Kong".

There are twelve masters in Qiliang Palace, Duan Mingsheng and Miao Jianghong are two of them.

With these two escorts, it is enough to ensure the safety of the little prince's trip.

Duan Mingsheng counted the fallen flowers with his back, a pot of flower wine dangling around his waist.

"Your Highness, go seventeen li and you will find Yangguan Valley."

Hearing this, the little prince opened the curtain in a trance, just as the strong wind passed by, two pear blossoms danced like rain, the sky was not torrential rain, but there were torrential pear blossoms sweeping across.

I don't know where I came from, where are I going?

He squinted his eyes, and his bright eyes were bent into beautiful crescent moons. He reached out and plucked a piece of pear blossom, and put it in the book.

"It is said in the book that there are many pear blossoms in Yangguan," His Royal Highness the little prince said thoughtfully, "Let's stop at Yangguan for a while."

The convoy is like light smoke, silent and fast, driving in the tide of pear blossoms in early spring.

Curly official said, a young man.

In the 16th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Yangguan was [-] miles away.

His Royal Highness the little prince didn't know whether he could find the medicine king who traveled the world in the Northern Wei Dynasty, nor did he know how dangerous this trip would be.

Now he concentrates on reading the books of sages and sages, ignoring his troubles.

Now he only knows that in the early spring of Yangguan, it is advisable to appreciate pear blossoms.

Now he is just a ignorant teenager.

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Yangguan Valley is located in the south of Youzhou, and going north is across the Qi River.

Because of its unique geographical environment, a grain of pear blossoms were raised in captivity.Every early spring, tourists and scholars are as numerous as fish scales,

There is an old temple in Yangguan Valley. There is an old banyan in the temple, and an old monk under the banyan.

The old monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and closed his eyes for a long time, letting the tourists around him hurry and hustle and bustle, he refused to open his eyes.

The little monk swept the ground with a broom all day, but he was already too tired to speak, but he couldn't help but speak.

"Master, you have been sitting for another day."

The old monk was dressed in a yellow cassock and turned a deaf ear to it, but he heard spring insects flying by his ears. He slowly stretched out his hand and plucked a small flying insect flying to the spider web.

The little monk looked at it and said cautiously, "Master, you have been sitting under the big banyan tree like this for three days, and the spiders beside the tree are about to starve to death."

The old monk frowned slightly, and spread the palm that was holding the flying insects, "Monks must be compassionate, sweeping the floor will save the lives of ants, and cherish the moths that cover the gauze lamp."

"Master, you never sweep the floor." The little monk didn't care that he was exhausted after sweeping the floor all day, so he muttered, "I don't need a lamp either."

The old monk raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to speak, the young monk spoke again.

"Master, look, these are the No. 70 eight flying insects that you crushed to death in the past three days."

"Sins, sins," the old monk did not open his eyes, slowly clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name while holding the prayer beads.

"Master, the abbot of the Darong Temple has spoken. If you still can't get the fate, you still sit under the old tree every day to influence tourists to burn incense, let alone go into the stupa to read Buddhist scriptures. I'm afraid you will be kicked out." The little monk frowned. , "Why don't you go sweep the floor tomorrow, Master, and I'll go for alms?"

The old monk smiled slightly, quite proud of himself, "For my teacher, I will calculate the fate, and tomorrow there will be someone who is destined to come."

"Shitouer, go and get the copper bowl that Master hid under the third futon in the Vajra Hall," the old monk said with his eyes closed, but turned his back to the sky.

Shitouer wanted to enter the monastery for three days. When the master came, he sat under the big banyan tree and never moved. Why did he hide the copper bowl in the Vajra Hall?Let’s go back and forth, let’s obediently go to the Vajra Hall to find the copper bowl.

It was dusk at this time, and there were still tourists offering incense and worshiping Buddha in the temple, and the old monk silently counted three two one.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

There were three melodious bells ringing in the temple.

People in the world only know the morning bell and the evening drum, but the Darong Temple beats the evening bell and the morning drum. The sound of the bell is thick and deafening.

There are many pear blossoms in Yangguan. Under the big banyan tree, there are many pear blossoms floating from nowhere, and they vibrate chaotically with the sound of the bell.

The old monk looked up and smiled, and for some reason, he sighed, "What a bell in the evening and drum in the morning."

"What a bastard Qinglian."

The nine-story pagoda of the Darong Temple is exquisite in Buddhism, and the monks' debates are famous in the north and south of the Qijiang River.

A hundred years ago, Master Qinglian, the first abbot of the first generation, wanted to build the big banyan pagoda and set up the big bell and thick drum, but instead of "morning bell and evening drum", he wanted to teach the temple to beat the drum in the morning and ring the bell at dusk.If one day someone reads all the teachings of the stupa and climbs the ninth floor of the stupa, he can change the regulations of the evening bell and morning drum.

It's just that the pagoda has never been opened for a hundred years.After Qinglian closed the pagoda, the pagoda can only be opened by resonating with the blood of the royal family with the relics of the holy monk. Kuang Lun climbed to the top to change the damn rules.The monks in the temple are good at debating the law and reasoning with others.But even though he was bothered by the upside-down sound of bells and drums, he had no reason to talk to Master Qinglian, who had already been buried in the ground and turned into ashes.

The old monk closed his eyes, peacefully waiting for the young monk to take back the copper bowl.

Shitouer stumbled back from a distance and handed him a small bowl.

"Master, do you want to ask for alms tomorrow?"

"Getting a bowl for a teacher is not asking for alms." The old monk grinned and took the copper bowl. "To be a teacher is to make a relationship."

The young monk didn't make a sound, but the old monk took the initiative to say, "You kid, stick your head over here, and I'll say a few words to you as a teacher."

Shitou obediently said, and turned his head to the side.

"Tomorrow I'm going to enter the Buddhist pagoda you've been dreaming of, and it's shameful not to leave the temple until you reach the top."

After finishing the first sentence, Shitou'er's eyes widened, he couldn't hide his joy, he thought that the master is worthy of being the master, the pagoda is said to have never been opened in a hundred years, how could it be opened tomorrow.

"Drums in the morning and bells in the evening are very good, don't change this rule."

After finishing the second sentence, Shitou'er was a little dazed, why did you always say that the morning drum and evening bell sound annoying, and you wished to smash it, why did you tell me not to change this rule today?

Yes, I listen to you, Shitouer laughed, and heard the third sentence

"After going up, smash the bell and the drum to me, and see what they will play in the future."

Shitouer was dumbfounded, this is the master, presumably he was afraid that some weirdo would change the rules back in the future?

Shitou patted his head and leaned over to listen to the fourth sentence.

The old monk's voice seemed to be stuffed with a steamed bun, he couldn't breathe, it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to, and the moment of whirring passed.

Shitouer didn't hear too clearly, nodded cheerfully, just agreed, agreed to everything.

What are you talking about, you don’t have to sweep the floor after tomorrow, don’t cry?

Master, I will enter the pagoda tomorrow, so there is nothing to cry about.

(End of this chapter)