Chapter 270 Murong Ji
Su Zhizhi: "Your master is already very powerful. He can chant the sutras so well that I can't understand a single word. When I was in Lingnan before, I never heard anyone chant the sutras like this."
Wuzhen's attention immediately shifted to the word "Lingnan":
"I've never been to Lingnan. Aren't there monks there?"
Su Zhizhi: "Yes, I heard there are temples there, but I haven't been. There are far fewer people where we are than in the capital, so there must be fewer monks. My father said that if there were more people in Lingnan, more land could be cultivated."
When she talked about Lingnan, her eyebrows danced with joy and she talked endlessly:
"It's hot in Lingnan, but not cold in winter, and the leaves on the trees are green all year round."
"Our Heishan Township is very large. One village occupies an entire mountain. It's not as crowded as here in Beijing."
"There are so many fruits on the mountain that you can pick and eat as much as you want. There are so many fresh lychees that you can't even finish them all..."
Wuzhen had never eaten fresh lychees in his life. Listening to Su Zhizhi's description, he imagined a mountain full of fruits, with each villager holding a fruit.
Wu Zhen murmured, "There are so many people in the capital, it's so crowded. It would be better if they went to the south, where there is more space and more fruits..."
The two were talking excitedly when a noise came from the side hall.
Creak—the palace door opened.
Hao Ren and Ming Deng finally came out of the hall.
Both of them looked calm.
Hao Ren waved Zhizhi over:
"Zhizhi, we have to go back."
Su Zhizhi and Wuzhen say goodbye:
"Wuzhen, I'm leaving now. Next time you come to the capital, you can come to Heishan Mansion to visit me. My home is right by the city gate."
Wuzhen was holding the food box given by Su Zhizhi:
"Okay. And thank you for the snacks. I will finish them with my master."
Master Mingdeng: "Amitabha, may the two donors have a safe journey home."
Hao Ren and Su Zhizhi went down the mountain.
The scorching sunlight shone on the father and daughter, and their hair seemed to be shining with golden light.
Mingdeng and Wuzhen stood at the entrance of the mountain temple and watched them leave.
Wuzhen wiped the sweat from his head:
"Master, it's so hot today. Zhizhi and the others have worked so hard going up and down the mountain. I hope it will be cooler soon—"
Mingdeng covered Wuzhen's mouth:
"Stop looking. Okay, time to go to lunch."
“Mmmmm——” Wu Zhen’s mouth was covered and he stopped talking.
Mingdeng looked up at the sky and saw that Hao Ren and his daughter had disappeared from view.
He sighed helplessly.
I hope Hao Ren is safe on his way back.
On the other side, Su Zhizhi and Hao Ren, who were walking down the mountain, "happened" to meet Heishanfu and others who came to the mountain to play.
Ni Tianji held a bunch of wild flowers in his hand:
"What a coincidence! We came to the mountains to play and just happened to see you coming down. Let's go back together."
As Ni Tianji spoke, he tried to stuff the wild flowers into Qiu Jinyu's hands.
Qiu Jinyu didn't take the wild flowers, but went to hold Su Zhizhi's hand:
"Zhizhi, how was your time in the temple?"
Su Zhizhi: "It was pretty good. Although I didn't play much, I saw my friend Wuzhen."
The sky above my head suddenly turned dark without any warning.
"Strange, it was sunny just now, why is it cloudy now?"
"It looks like it's going to rain. Let's go back quickly. We don't have an umbrella."
A group of people rushed down the mountain at lightning speed and rode back to the city.
Su Zhizhi was riding on a horse, the wind blew past her ears, and her head was not exposed to the sun.
She squinted her eyes: "So comfortable, so cool~"
The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, with a few flashes of lightning flashing between the clouds.
It seemed as if a heavy rain was about to hit the city.
As soon as Su Zhizhi and the others entered the city gate, they turned a corner and entered Heishan Mansion.
Almost the moment they stepped into the house, the rain poured down outside.
They just managed to avoid the rain and were enjoying the cool breeze and moist air.
Good luck as always.
The rain was so heavy that the water level in the ditches rose a bit.
The heavy rain continued until midnight before it finally stopped.
Not everyone was as lucky as Su Zhizhi and the others, who managed to avoid the heavy rain.
Several pilgrims from Ciguang Temple were going down the mountain in the rain. They slipped and fell badly and had to be carried back to Ciguang Temple.
Therefore, there are several pilgrims staying overnight at Ciguang Temple due to the heavy rain.
Fortunately, there are enough rooms in the guest house of the temple, which can be cleaned out for pilgrims to stay in.
The pilgrims felt a little embarrassed to bother the monks in the temple by staying overnight temporarily.
But Master Mingdeng felt even more embarrassed when he saw the pilgrims with bruised faces and noses falling down. He kept saying:
"Amitabha, Amitabha."
Little Wuzhen was still shaking his head as he looked at the rain curtain in the night and said:
"This day has changed so quickly."
Ming Deng: "...Okay, Wu Zhen, go to bed early and don't talk too much before bed."
It seems easy to fall asleep on rainy nights.
Wuzhen lay down, turned over, and soon fell asleep.
The bright lamp counted the sound of raindrops falling in the darkness.
Before going to bed, he would always recite Buddhist scriptures silently to calm himself and remind himself that he was just a grain of sand or a leaf in the world.
But today he did not recite the Buddhist scriptures because before going to bed he thought about the conversation he had with Pei Lingyun during the day.
Pei Lingyun wants to join forces with him.
The bright lamp has been dormant for more than 20 years, but I didn't expect that it would meet with help now.
When they were young, they held white jade chess pieces in the palace. No one expected that after experiencing many twists and turns in the future, they would meet again in a mountain temple in middle age.
Sleepiness came over him and Mingdeng fell asleep unknowingly.
He didn't like dreaming very much, as he was afraid of dreaming about things in the past. But dreams were something that could not be controlled.
It rained heavily in the first half of the night, filling up the shallow pool outside the door that was filled with mountain spring water, and the raindrops hit the water surface with a tinkling sound.
Inside the house, Mingdeng's consciousness fell into a shallow pool.
There seemed to be the sound of water in his ears, and the water flowed as softly as silk, sliding across his cheek and through his fingers.
He seemed to be sinking, his body turning into a small fish floating in the water, with algae dancing lightly around him.
Mingdeng opened his eyes, and a string of bubbles rose from his mouth. He looked up and saw that the light above was shrinking and turning into swaying round spots of light on the water.
Suddenly, a force pushed him upwards, closer and closer to the light source on the water surface.
Crash!
Water splashed everywhere, and a young boy with almond-shaped eyes emerged from the pool.
At the same time, a voice rang out from the shore: "Second Prince!"
The boy looked toward the shore, a sly glint in the corners of his upturned eyes. Cool water droplets clung to his eyelashes, like butterfly wings wet with rain.
"Second Prince, it's time to come up."
"We've been swimming for half an hour. Come up and rest for a while."
"The water is cold, you'll catch a cold. Please, Second Prince, come up."
A group of palace maids with worried faces stood by Qianlong Lake, trying to persuade the young man in the water to get ashore.
Murong Ji smiled, his white teeth shining like the water:
"Don't rush me, I'll come up right away. Don't tell Mother."
Murong Ji held his breath, dived into the water, and disappeared under the shimmering lake surface.
When the palace maids on the shore were about to get anxious again, the young man's head had already emerged from the water on the shore, and he pushed himself ashore with his hands.
He was very flexible and agile, and with a gray-black water jacket, he looked like a fish jumping onto the shore.
Every part of the body reflects sunlight like scales.
"Quick, towel! Clothes!"
"Bring the tea..."
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