Flourishing age's Medical concubine

What Zhu Chuyu and others are thinking, Nangong Mo and his wife naturally don't know. For they have gone out of the city to Ziyun mountain. It is already late autumn, and Ziyun mountain is a little less beautiful and rich in spring. However, the peony garden at the foot of the mountain also has many chrysanthemums in full bloom. Now the dignitaries in Jinling City are busy. Even if the scenery outside the city is picturesque, I'm afraid they have no time to enjoy it. It made them a little clean.

The two walked hand in hand to the great Guangming temple on the mountain. There were bad autumn chrysanthemums blooming in the breeze. Less peony rich, more Chrysanthemum high and leisure, but also have a little fun.

They couldn't help thinking of the first time they came to Ziyun mountain a few years ago. They couldn't help looking at each other and smiling.

Today, there are also fireworks in Daguang temple, not only because the people in the imperial city are busy, but also because there is a nianyuan monk in Daguang temple. Although King Yan did not tell the world that nianyuan was gong Yuchen, the prince of Beiyuan, what he should know was his own channel. You can't go anywhere to burn incense and worship Buddha. You know, there is a gratitude temple as famous as the great Guangming temple near Jinling. There's no need to annoy the new emperor for this.

Standing on the last step, they saw the wide square in front of the Daguang temple. There were no people coming and going in the past, and cigarettes were swirling around. Only a few monks are doing sweeping. In the main hall of the temple, the sound of chanting scriptures and Sanskrit sounds came continuously, which seemed to make people feel a lot more tranquil.

In fact, Daguang temple is really wronged. Except for such things, how could King Yan not investigate Daguang temple. Today, the Daguang temple has not been copied, which is enough to prove that nianyuan has nothing to do with them. After all, Gong Yuchen is a scholar, twice as high as the abbot. The name itself is far more famous than other eminent monks in Daguang temple, and it was picked up by the previous eminent monks from their infancy. Who would doubt such a person? Moreover, nianyuan lives alone in the back mountain of Daguang temple and often travels. The abbot of Daguang temple is afraid that he can't control the young martial uncle. Unfortunately, Gong Yuchen caused so many disasters. He waved his sleeves and walked smartly, but he didn't even look back at the Daguang temple. What's more, I don't care what consequences my actions will bring to the school that raised me from childhood.

A monk saw them and hesitated before coming over. He folded his hands and said, "I've seen two benefactors. Do you want to visit our temple or listen to the Scriptures?"

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrow, "Oh? What's the difference?"

Monk humanitarian: "if you travel, please help yourself. If you listen to the Scriptures, I'm afraid you'll disappoint you."

Nangong Mo was curious, "don't the masters of your temple preach?"

The monk shook his head and said, "the abbot of our temple is leading the monks in the temple to spend time for the dead. There are seven or forty-nine days a day for twelve hours. During this period, our temple will not receive the monks to preach Scriptures for the time being." although the young monk didn't say exactly why the dead exceeded time, he needs to do so solemnly and give the strength of the whole temple. Don't think about it.

Nangong Mo nodded and said, "we admire the mercy of the abbot of your temple. Let's have a look at it at will."

The monk then joined the eleven rites, "so, please help yourself."

They strolled leisurely in the temple and politely avoided the Mahavira hall where they were chanting scriptures. The great bright area is huge, in which there are naturally many sights to see. Listening to the continuous Sanskrit sound, even people who don't believe in ghosts and gods like Nangong Mo seem to feel that something has been washed again. It's really worth coming out. At least it's much better than staying in Jinling and having a hypocritical dinner with those people.

"Is it bad if we just come out like this?" Nangong Mo asked.

Wei Junmo looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Nangong Mo shrugged and said, "you had people eat a closed door before. This time, the powerful and noble families in Jinling City must return to the king Chu, whose eyes are higher than the top clouds." just being crowned prince, all the families in Jinling City must come to give gifts and congratulations. By the way, see if you should trust or respect them. Wei Junmo's doing so is tantamount to directly pushing others thousands of miles away. He doesn't even give people a choice.

"It doesn't matter." Wei Junmo said, "doesn't flawless like those parties?"

Nangong Mo put his arm around him with a smile and said in a low voice, "I don't like it, neither does my mother. My mother must be talking about your unworthiness at the moment."

Childe Wei didn't care either. He smiled lightly on his lips. "The people who visit mother are different from those who visit you and me. Mother still needs to communicate in the future."

Nangong Mo nodded and agreed with Wei Junmo. People who visit Princess Changping will certainly have some other thoughts, but most of them just want to flatter and have a relationship with Princess Changping. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, although Princess Changping used to be Wei Junmo's adoptive mother, she is now just an aunt. There's really something important that I don't want to start with Princess Changping.

Sighed lightly and said, "it's still early. I don't want to entangle with these people for more than ten or decades."

"What flawless doesn't like, naturally don't care." Wei Junmo whispered.

"Two benefactors, please stay." while they were talking, a hurried footsteps came from behind. Looking back, I saw a little monk catching up in a hurry. Nangong Mo smiled and said, "little master, what's the matter?"

The little monk was panting and said, "back... Two benefactors, abbot, please meet me."

Huh?

Nangong Mo looked up at Wei Junmo. Mr. Wei also happened to look down at her. The two looked at each other, and Nangong Mo nodded and said, "well, please lead the way, little master."

"Yes, please follow the monk, two benefactor."

They followed the little monk for a long time in the temple before stopping in front of a very clean and remote Buddhist temple. Sure enough, I saw an old monk in cassock and gray beard waiting at the door. Nangong Mo had seen it for a year. It was Master Kong Ru, the abbot of Daguang temple. When the abbot saw them, he also took two steps forward, "Your Highness the king of Chu, Princess Chu."

The little monk who led the way was a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't know their identity before.

Nangong Mo returned the salute, "Master Kong Ru, you're welcome. What advice do you have?"

Master Kong Ru shook his head and said, "no, it's not because the poor monk has something to do, but an elder in the temple heard that they came to our temple and said they wanted to meet them. Please forgive me, Lord labor and princess."

senior? Those who can make Kong Ru call an elder should at least be eminent monks of the reading generation. But she can't remember that besides nianyuan, they were anxious with someone in Daguang temple. The empty master didn't sell off, and whispered, "it's master Taishi, master Mingran."