Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 230 I Didn't Keep It After All
It was a long way from Chengtian Mansion to Suzhou. When Emperor Dayong sent people to Suzhou, the camp at Xiangshan Temple had already set out.

It is impossible to block Xiangshan Temple for a long time due to emotion and reason, and it is also impossible to keep a group of apparently innocent people under custody.

What's more, there are Yi Shuyuan, Long Feiyang, and now the helpless monk.

As for the long-bearded monk who has been missing, perhaps, as the monk unable to say, he is not an ordinary person.

After the soldiers and horses left, the Xiangshan Temple suddenly became deserted.

The pilgrims and merchants who were originally detained here naturally left immediately, and because of the clearing and posting of notices by the army before, no new pilgrims came.

Even soldiers, horses, pilgrims and travelers were not the only ones who left, half of the original monks in the monastery left.

Some of these monks left quickly because they were afraid of being implicated in this matter because they did not have a degree.

For a moment, the entire Xiangshan Temple became deserted.

In the early morning, in the square compound in front of Xiangshan Temple, some monks from the monastery cleaned up the square here.

Nearly half of the bluestone on the ground has been broken, and there are even many small pits made by gravel on the courtyard wall, especially the depression left by the two innate masters facing each other before.

These damages cannot be cleaned up by a few monks. They can only be removed by removing some gravel, or simply filling it directly on the bare mud.

Of course, Xiangshan Temple itself has some incense money savings, and maybe there will be believers to raise donations in the future. The Sanxiang County Government also expressed that it will try its best to support it, and it will be restored sooner or later.

Of course, the monk was also involved, and he took off his old monk's robe now, and put on the brown monk's robe of Xiangshan Temple.

Besides the monks, the few outsiders in the monastery were also helping, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng, and Duan Silie, the only one who stayed for a short time.

After tidying up for a while, the other monks left one after another, not because they were lazy, but because some of the stones under them were too big to move.

Although the helpless monk has abandoned martial arts, his body is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and he still has strength, so he is still moving some big rocks and filling them on the bare soil.

Duan Silie didn't wear armor, he was wearing ordinary clothes with his cuffs rolled up, and he also carried some big rocks to fill up the disfigured ground as much as possible.

Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already stopped, looking at the monk who could not tire of repeating similar tasks, but could vaguely feel the peace of the monk's heart.

As for Duan Silie, although he was also doing mechanical work, his mind was very active, and he kept thinking about some sentences in Gui Yuan Gong.

Naturally, he stayed here to take the opportunity to ask the monk some details in "Gui Yuan Gong", and he also wanted to ask Long Feiyang for advice.

It's a pity that Long Feiyang came and went without a trace, and disappeared after a short meeting that day.

Although there were only two people carrying the boulders, the efficiency was very high. In less than half a day, all the conspicuous boulders had been filled back to the ground.

But the monk patted the dust in his hands and straightened up.

Looking at the square in the front yard now, although the bluestones on the ground are broken, they are no longer so obtrusive. The only thing that is particularly conspicuous may be the big depression.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Duan Silie breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, and took out from his bosom the Guiyuan Kung Fu that the monk had spent a day and a night writing silently before, and after reading a few pages, he practiced his kung fu in the arena.

When Shi Sheng ran nearby, he also punched and kicked. He followed suit and punched indiscriminately, seeming to enjoy it.

"Master, do you want to stay in Xiangshan Temple, or continue to wander?"

When Yi Shuyuan's voice came, Monk Unable to look at Duan Silie also turned his eyes, with a smile on his face.

"The poor monk will practice in Xiangshan Temple for a period of time, maybe he will stay here permanently, maybe he will still walk."

It's also waiting for an ultimatum, right?

Yi Shuyuan smiled and didn't say anything else, but looked at Duan Silie who was intoxicated with practicing kung fu.

"My friend said that the Master's Gui Yuan Gong is indeed amazing, but it is too harsh to use Gui Yuan Pill as a supplement."

"What you said is true, but General Duan has the body forging method taught by Senior Long, which can make up for the lack of Guiyuan Dan to a considerable extent. With his talent, he may be able to innovate. I hope he can enter the innate realm in the future."

What Yi Shuyuan wanted to talk about was not just Duan Silie, he changed the subject.

"The main medicine of Guiyuan Pill is probably snow python gall?"

But the monk showed surprise, not to mention the people here, even in Nanyan Wulin, almost no one knows about it, and the few who knew it before have now turned into dust.

But after thinking about it again, he couldn't help the monk, but he suddenly realized that the Mr. Yi in front of him might not be an ordinary person.

Yi Shuyuan put away his smile and said calmly.

"Yi once read in an alchemy classic that the snow python gall is a rare spiritual thing in the world. Consuming it alone can prolong life and improve power, but it is also easy to attract bad luck. Master, is there any anxiety?"

But when the monk couldn't hear this, there was no emotion on his face.

"This disaster is self-inflicted, and the suffering is self-sufficient. If this is where the poor monk returns, there will be no worries. My Buddha is merciful!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, and looked sideways to the direction of the inner side of the temple. The top of Miguang Hall can be seen at a glance, shining golden in the sun.

Isn't that okay?

Obviously, the relic remained silent.

But Yi Shuyuan suddenly smiled, thinking what he was in a hurry for, the relic didn't fly back even though there was no movement, so he could only say don't be in a hurry, just wait for fate.

Unable to do so, the monk suddenly asked again.

"Mr. Yi, you are knowledgeable and predict things like a god, and you are also familiar with the Dharma, and you are more able to convince senior people like Senior Rulong. I dare to ask you a question, just who are you?"

But in Monk's heart, Yi Shuyuan is almost comparable to the incarnation of Buddha, and he came here specially to enlighten him, but Mr. Ke also clearly stated that he is by no means a Buddhist.

"Hey~"

Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Yi, he is just a storyteller. He likes to travel in the world of mortals, watch all kinds of things, and record what he sees to make up stories."

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan paused slightly before looking at the monk beside him, and continued.

"For example, Master, the book "The Unable to Monk" is far from over in Yi's opinion, and we will meet again someday."

Even the helpless monk who has put down everything now, there are still some waves in his heart when he hears Yi Shuyuan's words.

"Is sir leaving?"

Yi Shuyuan slid out a folding fan from his sleeve, and the fan unfolded with a sound of "stab~", the fan swayed in the breeze, there were fallen leaves rolling in the courtyard, and everyone's clothes fluttered slightly
"Yi doesn't go out, so he won't stay in Xiangshan Temple all the time, right? To put it bluntly, this vegetarian dish is really enough!"

While laughing, Yi Shuyuan was already fanning himself towards the backyard, and after a while, another voice came from a distance.

"Shisheng~~~"

"Oh! Here comes Master——"

Shi Sheng shouted, stopped punching Duan Silie, and hurried to the backyard.

When Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng walked through the backyard successively, Monk Zhaoli clasped his hands together and performed Buddhist rituals to them.

Many days later, the envoys of the imperial court rushed to Suzhou. After going to the Governor's Mansion and Suzhou Camp, they hurriedly met Duan Silie, who had just returned not long ago, and quickly returned to Xiangshan Temple.

It's a pity that Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already left at that time.

The eunuch was summoned to walk around the temple, and handed over the emperor's gift to the monk, and also handed over the emperor's handwritten calligraphy and 500 taels of incense money to Zen master Guangji.

In the end, the envoy stood beside the pit left by the palms of the two innate masters and sighed before leaving with regret.

Summoning the eunuch regretted not being able to stay with Mr. Yi, but also because of the traces in the courtyard, he wished he could see the duel of innate masters with his own eyes.

At the end of the 16th year of Chengxing, on New Year's Eve, in the monastery at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in Sanxiang County, Suzhou, the emperor sent an envoy to bestow calligraphy——Xiangshan Baocha.

Since then, Xiangshan Temple has rebuilt the plaque based on the emperor's calligraphy and changed its name to Xiangshan Baocha.

As soon as the reward from the Son of Heaven arrives, the Xiangshan Temple, which was already deserted and has some bad rumors, is suddenly crowded with believers from all over the state and rich gentry from all over the country.
This year's New Year's Eve seems to be extraordinarily lively, Mingzhou city is full of gongs and drums, and the Mo family's compound always feels a little deserted in the heart of the Mo family.

The servants set off firecrackers at the door to celebrate the arrival of the new year, and Mrs. Mo prayed to God and Buddha in the shrine.

It took a while for the New Year's Eve dinner to be ready. Master Mo and Mrs. Mo snuggled up in front of the classroom door and looked at the sky.

"I don't know what's going on with the baby. I don't want to go home."

"Madam, don't worry, Sheng'er is following Mr. Yi, can a fairy let Sheng'er suffer?"

"Ok!"

"Madam, if you miss your child so much, why don't we ask for another one?"

Master Mo moved his mouth close to Mrs. Mo's ear, and at the same time his voice was soft, his hands were also inserted into Mrs. Mo's fur.
At this moment, a servant came running over in a hurry, and Mrs. Mo slapped Master Mo's hand away violently.

"Master, madam, Master Qi was not found."

As if nothing happened, Master Mo asked the servants as usual.

"Have you looked for it at home?"

"I went, I went to Niangniang Temple, went to several other temples, and went to some teahouses and restaurants that Master Qi frequented, but there was no one there. Then Po Yu from Niangniang Temple said that Master Qi has probably left Mingzhou and will not come back in a short time."

"Okay, you go down."

"Yes!"

Master Mo sighed, and then looked around. Mrs. Mo had already avoided some distance and said something in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it tonight."
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In Suzhou City, which is far away from Mingzhou City, in the private room of a restaurant, Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian and Shi Sheng were sitting or standing at the table.

In front of him was a table full of meat and vegetable dishes, and Shi Sheng, who was cared by his parents, was feasting on a big chicken leg in each hand.

Hui Mian used the plate as a meal, and ate a whole plate of braised fish by himself.

Yi Shuyuan's manner of eating is much more elegant, but his chopsticks are not slow at all.

Suddenly, Yi Shuyuan, who was picking up vegetables, paused slightly, as if he felt something in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing after a little calculation.

"Sir, what's the matter?" "Master, I'll leave you a chicken leg."

Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Eat yours!"
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At this moment, in Yuanjiang County, Yuezhou, far away, although the Yi family is not enough, compared to the original fellow villagers, it is considered a big family.

Not only is there a lot of fertile land, but it is impossible to grow it by yourself, and you need to hire someone to help you cultivate it.

The original old house has also been demolished and rebuilt, with a large courtyard.

Yi Abao, who is about to turn 15, took a few friends to play in the study at home.

The hometowns of these friends are far away, and they come to Yuezhou Academy to study. As a classmate, Yi Abao kindly invites a few close friends to go back to his home to spend New Year's Eve together.

There is no difference in the age of several people. They are all curious about new things and rebellious. The academy respects the master, so it is inevitable that this meeting will be arranged behind the scenes.

It happened to be talking about which calligraphy is good and which character is bad among the many masters in the academy, but Abao didn't talk to him.

"Abao, what do you think?" "Yeah, brother Yi, don't be so serious, it's not in the academy!"

"Hey, I'm not serious. When it comes to calligraphy, what is the master of the academy? It's not as good as my uncle and grandpa!"

"Ah?" "How do you say it?" "Could it be that your uncle is very good at calligraphy?"

At this age, Ah Bao also loves to brag, and at this moment he is acting inscrutable.

"That's natural. My uncle's grandfather is too lazy to fight for worldly fame. He was ignorant when he was a child. Now that he has gradually accumulated knowledge and broadened his horizons, he will know the exquisiteness of uncle's calligraphy!"

"What about your uncle and grandpa?"

"Well, I went out when I was very young and never came back."

"I think Brother Yi is bragging!"

"Perhaps it was brother Yi's grandpa bragging, which made brother Yi believe it was true when he was a child!"

"Hahahaha"

The friend said it was a joke, but Bao was a little angry.

"You can say it about me, but you can't say bad things about my uncle and grandpa!"

Seeing that Ah Bao was really angry, the others immediately restrained themselves, but their curiosity was aroused in their hearts.

"Brother Yi, since that's the case, do you have your uncle's calligraphy?" "Yes, let's see it!"

Bao frowned.

"Grandpa left a lot of treasures in the county government back then, but he was treated as a treasure there. When the old county magistrate was promoted and transferred, he took away all the county chronicles compiled by grandpa. The chief secretary came to my house to cry about it."

"So amazing?" "There is such a thing!"

People are more and more interested.

"Then you don't even have a pair of calligraphy at home?" "Yes, is he your uncle?"

A Bao was a little anxious.

"Yes! Of course there is! When the family was in decline, I didn't know how to ask my uncle to leave a book, but I still have a pair of calligraphy!"

(End of this chapter)