A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Three days later, with the autumn wind blowing and the sun shining brightly, Emperor Longqi took his ministers and clan members to hunt in the Western Mountains. When they left the city, the team was so huge and so powerful that the people in the whole capital were alarmed.

In the past ten years, except for the day when Emperor Longqi ascended the throne, this was the biggest royal event. Yeats followed the eldest princess and drove with her to the Western Mountains in the emperor's carriage.

Behind the eldest princess's carriage was the King of Han's carriage. Logically speaking, King Han, as a male, should ride a horse, but today he was not as high-profile as usual but rode in a carriage, very low-key and restrained.

Yeats looked at the Prince Consort and Pei Jingning again. Even the forty-year-old Prince Consort was riding a horse. Why didn't King Han ride one?

It was strange. On the long hunting trip, Yeats' thoughts unknowingly turned to the disappearance of Su Liuyun. He searched all over the capital and surrounding areas. No one was found alive or dead. The whole person disappeared, as if this person had never existed in the world. of.

Was he imprisoned by someone or was his body destroyed by someone?

At noon, everyone finally arrived at the hunting ground and began to set up camp and light a fire to cook.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the tents all over the place were like small moru, and the smoke was curling up, creating a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

After Pei Jingning arranged his affairs, he returned to the tent set up by the Prince Consort and had lunch with his parents, Yeats.

Prince Consort Pei asked, "Your Majesty, are you dining with the King of Han?"

Pei Jingning nodded, "The Holy Father said that the weather is fine and there is plenty of hunting time. Let's take a rest in the afternoon. If it's too late, we can start hunting again tomorrow."

The eldest princess was satisfied with this arrangement. After a long trip, she didn't think it was a big deal because the man had good physical strength, but these pampered ladies really couldn't bear it. It was best not to hunt in the afternoon.

She said, "There is nothing to do in the afternoon. Your father and I will have a rest. You young people can do whatever you want."

The eldest princess was very open-minded. With a smile on her face, she urged her son to take his future wife to have some fun and relax.

Yeats took a deep look at Pei Jingning. This hunting was not a simple hunt. He might have to keep his feet on the ground, but on the surface he would not show any signs of it.

Pei Jingning nodded, "Go back to mother, in the afternoon, I really want to take Yeats to explore the hunting route and check the set hunting area."

The prince-in-law was a little surprised: "This is not a forbidden matter, why does it have to do with your Dali Temple?"

Pei Jingning smiled slightly and did not explain much to his father.

The Prince Consort nodded as if he had some understanding.

Half an hour later, Pei Jingning and Ye Zhi rode into the woods to explore the hunting area. An hour later, they met Zhao Qian deep in the woods.

The two of them said a few words to the hunting area first, "There is no problem for the time being."

Yeats stood a few steps away, listening to their conversation while looking around. The forest area was primitive and the trees were dense. When walking through the forest, there was not enough light, which greatly affected the vision of the powerful when they were hunting.

While watching, she asked questions.

Zhao Qian looked at Pei Jingning.

Pei Jingning said: "This is not far from Mingguang Temple."

Hunting near a temple that prohibits killing? It sounds so mysterious.

Yeats asked, "Has it been like this every year?"

The two nodded.

"If there is any emergency during hunting, Your Majesty can take refuge in Mingguang Temple. This is also the practice in previous years."

Yeats pointed to the spacing between trees in the forest, "Is this natural, or does it need to be taken care of?"

Pei and Zhao looked at each other, smiled slightly, and both looked at Yeats.

"Ye Pingshi is still Ye Pingshi."

Yeats: ...but they were shocked in reverse, which means they all understood the meaning of the light she was referring to.

Pei Jingning put his hand on Yeats's shoulder, "The next two or three days will not be peaceful, so you must be careful."

Is it really stormy?

When he left the woods in the hunting area, the sun had already set. Emperor Longqi stood on a hill to watch the sunset. A group of courtiers followed him and recited poems with him. It was like a royal and ministerial pleasure.

After the sun set, the emperor was hugged from behind and walked down the hill. A bonfire was lit, brightening the dark night. The fire illuminated the emperor of the Wei Dynasty and his subjects.

The eldest princess and King Han led Emperor Longqi to the main seat of the bonfire together, and the dinner officially began. Half of the dishes were the dishes that the imperial chef had just cooked in the afternoon, and one side was specially roasted whole lamb, chicken, duck, etc.

After a while, the bonfire dinner kicked off the hunting party.

Yeats did not see Zhao Qi'an beside the emperor, and he had not found Zhao Qi'an among the officials. He was not among the people hunting for the bright side at all.

She glanced at King Han who was respectfully toasting Emperor Long Qi. His profile was facing Yeats. As the fireworks danced, Yeats's eyes moved, as if he was very similar to someone he had seen before.

Who is this ‘someone’? Yeats couldn't think of it for a moment. Just as he was about to lower his head and gnaw on the mutton, his eyes met King Han who turned around after toasting.

Yeats nodded with a slight smile, saying hello, and lowered his head to gnaw on the mutton. King Han's gaze just now was so sharp and deep that she almost didn't catch it. He was so low-key, but he was so sharp all of a sudden, and he didn't even pretend to be. .

Yeats quietly glanced at the eldest princess and the prince-consort. They happened to look over and said to her: "Come with us to toast the Holy One."

She quickly stood up, solemnly picked up a glass of wine, and followed the eldest princess and his wife.

When the emperor saw his sister, his whole person instantly softened a lot. Under the light of the bonfire, he chatted with the princess and his wife. He was very friendly. It was not at all the same as the gentleness when he received a toast from King Han just now.

King Han, who was standing aside, remained calm, playing with the small wine glass in his hand. His eyes were not looking towards the distant night, like a promising young man who had been marginalized.

When they first arrived in the wild, the princes and ministers who had been living in the capital for a long time were enjoying themselves in the bonfire, feasting and having fun until midnight before returning to their tents to rest.

When Yeats was thinking about where to rest at night, Pei Jingning led him into the tent near the consort and his wife, "What about you?"

The two of them are not married yet, and even if they are engaged, they cannot live together.

Pei Jingning said, "I will accompany you, Your Majesty."

Yeats warned, "Then be careful."

Pei Jingning nodded, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and the two were tender for a while before he let go, "Get some rest tonight."

Yeats could tell that the word 'today' had a stronger pronunciation, and she instantly understood that the hunting had not officially begun yet, and that tonight was the tranquility before the storm.

"Yeah." Yeats hugged Pei Jingning back, "You too."

The two lingered for a long time before Pei Jingning went to Emperor Longqi's side.

On the second day, after the sun dried up the dew, Emperor Longqi put on his hunting clothes, mounted his horse, carried his bow and arrows, and went hunting with his ministers and relatives.

Hunting is a men's business, and the women sit in small groups to bask in the sun, or move to a small table to drink tea and chat.

While Yeats listened to the woman flattering the eldest princess, he looked in the direction of Mingguang Temple, visually measured the distance to Mingguang Temple, and filtered all the information about Mingguang Temple in his mind. If something mysterious happens during hunting, when will it happen, what will it be, and how will it develop?

Yeats had been in the Wei Dynasty for more than a year, and he still knew a little about the situation of Emperor Longqi in the five or six years since he ascended the throne. The treasury was empty and the wealthy families controlled the resources of the Wei Dynasty, which made him constrained.

Since Pei Jingning became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the situation has improved with the cooperation of his uncle and nephew, but it is still not ideal. The temple alone has occupied [-] to [-]% of the land of the Wei Dynasty. In addition to this, it also lends money, Hiding the assets of wealthy families and robbing the assets of small landowners was a cancer that always trapped Emperor Longqi's hands and feet, making it difficult for him to fulfill his ambitions as an emperor.

Subconsciously, Yeats looked at Mingguang Temple again, maybe...

"Master Ye, want to go to Mingguang Temple?"

Yeats was brought back to his thoughts by a woman's voice. She smiled shyly at the eldest princess, "Yes, Your Highness!"

It was obviously the woman who asked, but she replied to the eldest princess. The woman's face was very ugly. If the eldest princess hadn't stretched out her hand to hold Yeats's hand in front of her, she would probably spit out sweet fragrance. Unfortunately, the eldest princess was here, she Don't dare to make mistakes.

The eldest princess smiled and said, "You can go if you want." After saying that, she turned around and said, "Come here!" She immediately arranged for someone to take Yeats to Mingguang Temple to burn incense. "Have a meal there at noon and then come back."

Yeats stood up and thanked, "Yes, Your Highness." Not yet married, Yeats could only address him as a courtier.

She went to Mingguang Temple halfway up the mountain in the eyes of all the ladies. Behind her, a woman sighed, "I wonder if Master Zhiguang is here. He is a living Bodhisattva, but he has a spiritual enlightenment..."

"Yes, my niece almost died last time because Master Zhiguang opened the Dharma altar, and the disease was cured..."

"Yes, I've heard about this too, and I also want to ask, is Master Zhiguang really that brilliant?"

……

Gradually, Yeats could no longer hear their discussions.

As the abbot of the largest temple in the Wei and Ming Dynasties, shouldn’t Zhiguang open an altar to teach Dharma and save all sentient beings? Yeats was puzzled as to why he was treating patients like a magic stick. This was completely different from the concept of monks and enlightened monks that she knew, but it was more surprising like Lamaism.

It looks very close, as if Mingguang Temple is right in front of you, but in fact it took more than half an hour to reach the middle of the mountain before entering Mingguang Temple.

It is indeed the first temple in the Wei Dynasty. It is very big inside. After entering the temple gate, you have to go up nearly a hundred steps. When you stand on the ground in front of the temple, you look forward and see the majestic and majestic Wei Wei.

When Yeats was sighing, she found that there were many monks inside. As she walked into the hall, there were dozens of monks walking around. They all performed their duties, leading the way, cleaning, and chanting sutras. , processing transactions.

Yeats remained calm and followed the little novice into the Mahavira Hall. Under the guidance of the little incense-burning monk, he took the incense and knelt down to worship the Bodhisattva.

“Does the donor want to donate money for lamp oil?”

Yeats nodded.

"Does the donor need to copy sutras and recite Buddha's name?"

Yeats didn't nod, "Is this another price?"

Monk Yinxiang obviously did not expect Yeats to ask this question. He always judged whether a person had money based on the material of his clothes and whether he would be willing to spend money to worship the Bodhisattva. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Of course."

Yeats secretly sneered. Sure enough, all kinds of temples are the same. He nodded and said, "Donate everything that needs to be donated."

Monk Yinxiang was overjoyed and said, "Donor, please come with me."

The servant of the Prince Consort who had brought Yeats up wanted to follow, but was stopped by the monk standing on the side of the hall, "The donor sincerely begs the Bodhisattva, so of course she needs to hand over the donation in person."

The following servant insisted on following Yeats, so she shook her head slightly.

The servant panicked. This was the future mistress. He didn't dare to take it lightly. If something happened, he couldn't bear it. He still had to follow up and pay, but he was stopped again.

The incense-generating monk quickly sent Yeats to the donation accounting room, folded his hands and said, "This benefactor is here to hand over the incense money."

The registration monk raised his eyes and asked Yeats.

After a while, all the incense money that should be donated was paid, and the incense monk took the person to the main hall again. When the servant who followed saw that she was fine, he finally let go and hurriedly took the person down the mountain.

Yeats followed the servant unhurriedly, turning her head from time to time to look at the Mingguang Temple halfway up the mountain. After lighting the incense and giving the candle money, she went down the mountain, as if there was nothing improper.

Just when she was about to groom Mingguang Temple again, there was a piece of bamboo in the middle of the nearly [-] steps. When she passed by, the bamboo suddenly shook at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yeats saw it, and quietly moved to the side of the steps, looking towards the bamboo forest. Teng Chong's face popped up. Yeats was really surprised and happy, and he quickly talked to Teng Chong in an invisible way. Talk to him and ask him why he is here.

Teng Chonghui was arranged by Pei Jingning. Not only was he arranged, but Yang Fuquan and others were also arranged. The two made an appointment to meet somewhere.

Mainly because Teng Chong asked her to wait somewhere.

After leaving the gate of Mingguang Temple, Yeats said to the servant sent by the princess to escort her to pray, "Please tell the eldest princess that I will go to the foot of the mountain and wander around casually. If there is nothing to do, I will go back."

After another half an hour, Yeats finally met Teng Chong and others.

Yeats asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

The emperor's officials were all officials of fourth rank or above, and she was not in line with Teng Chong and others.

Teng Chong carefully looked around, put it in her ear and said, "Someone seems to have seen your Su..."

"Su Liuyun."

"Yes, that's her. The place where someone saw her disappearing is Mingguang Temple."

Su Liuyun and Mingguang Temple? How could the two come together? Yeats didn't believe it.

Teng Chong said, "Master Zhao personally sent someone to tell you this."

Su Liuyun...Mingguang Temple...

How are the two connected? Yeats couldn't imagine it.

Several people burrowed deeper into the forest and made sure no one was around. Then Yeats asked again, "So you came here just to find me to investigate the case?"

Teng Chong nodded, "Mingguang Temple is the first temple in the Wei Dynasty. There is no emperor's handwriting. Except for those who worship Buddha, others are not allowed to enter at will."

Yeats raised his head and walked through the gap in the forest. The sun was about to set and the light was getting darker and darker. He had just entered Mingguang Temple and saw that there were so many monks walking a few steps away that it was impossible to start!

Yeats was silent.

Teng Chong waited for her to respond.

Zhang Jin looked over his head and said, "It's getting late. How about we wait until the moon is at its peak before going to the temple?"

Yeats looked up following Zhang Jin's gaze, and suddenly pulled Yang Fuquan, who was closest to him, and said to everyone, "Be careful, it's the Bagua array."

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo forest suddenly moved, as if it was eating people. When all the people were gone, the bamboo forest was still swaying in the evening breeze as before.

By the time Yeats and others completely woke up from their dazed state, it was already dark.