Chapter 141

Three shocking news came on the first day of the May Fair.

The first news is that the final winner in the competition for zither and Taoism of the plum club is not Bai Zao, the beautiful girl of heaven sent by Zhongzhou school, but a girl from Shuiyue nunnery. The girl is called Guo Dong. It is said that she is a disciple who closed the door in March. She has an ordinary appearance and temperament. She admits that she is playing the piano for the first time, but she has attracted the praise of Zen Zi. Bai Zao is also ashamed of herself.

Anyway, the winner is Shuiyue nunnery, which has been confirmed again.

The second news is that Tong Yan didn't attend the first day's plum blossom meeting, but went to the old plum blossom garden. He won more than 30 games in a row in the street outside the garden, and beat the famous master of chess in the middle set, bachelor Guo. Another thing that is very interesting is his conversation with Jing Jiu.

The more important news is that it happened in the old plum garden.

Tianjin people, whom countless people have been looking for, are here to repair. Luo Huainan successfully visited him, and the content of his question has been spread. As Jing Jiu said, his reputation has been improved again. Many people know that Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu also entered the nunnery, but no one knows what they asked and how Tianjin people answered.

No one knows that another thing happened last night.

When Jing Jiu entered the palace, his Majesty the emperor had a long talk with this still ordinary disciple of Qingshan sect.

In the early morning, there was a light fog in the plum garden.

Tianjin's behavior is very simple and simple. Whether he is an expert of Xihai sword sect or a disciple of Bailu Academy who wants to protect him with him, he is indifferent and refuses. He is only willing to take a boy to help serve his daily life. The more so, his reputation in the world is better and respected.

The boy rubbed his loose eyes and came out to pick three or two red plums and put them in a bottle.

The officials of the Qingtian division who had been outside the park all night saw this picture, confirmed that Tianjin people had not left, and quickly sent the news back to the palace.

Soon, a letter left the palace and was sent to Jingjue temple.

Then, a letter left Jingjue temple and was sent to the old plum garden.

At that time, the boy had just served the red plum in the bottle and was still yawning.

After receiving the letter, Tianjin people knew the content of the letter at the touch of their fingers. It was not his consciousness that communicated with God, but the Zen attached to the letter that went straight into the hearts of the people.

The letter was written by Zen Zi himself and invited him to meet at Jingjue Temple today.

After being quiet for a while, he said, "prepare a vehicle to Jingjue temple."

The boy was surprised and worried.

The Zen master, who is as famous as his husband, may want to see him with the meaning of comparing with each other.

Yesterday, sir just vomited blood. Can you hold it?

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The spring rain stopped long ago.

After a night's moistening, the soil is crisp, and the bluestone slab is suffused with a faint light, just like ink jade.

The petals blown by the rain fell on the wet floor, just like the pastel just ordered by the painter. It's very beautiful.

People can't see such beautiful scenery, but he can smell the humidity in the air, the smell of smoke from the ancient temple, and the faint fragrance of flower petals.

He said, "peach and Li Chunfeng, you should have a glass of wine."

"Monks can't drink."

There was a voice somewhere.

Jingjue temple in the morning is very quiet. There is no morning bell and no monks walking. Are those incense that are turning into white smoke or lit last night?

The boy had been holding people close to the sky. At this time, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. I don't know where he went.

Patter, patter, the man's footsteps sound strange, like a cat drinking water and a horse stepping on the mud.

It was a young man with a light layer of black hair on his head and a dark red monk's clothes half open on his body, which looked very casual.

His eyes were bright and clean, but his feet had no shoes, with wet mud, looking dirty.

Tianjin smiled and said, "wine and meat have passed through the intestines."

The young monk waved and said, "if you eat, you eat, and if you do, you do. It's too hard to say that it doesn't exist."

People close to the sky stopped talking, bowed slightly and said, "Zen son called me here. What's your advice?"

It turns out that the young monk is the rumored Zen.

In the eyes of ordinary people and ordinary monks in the world, he is a master as famous as the young monk.

But he knew that he was far inferior to the other party in terms of rank, status and realm.

Zen said, "Your Majesty, please let me come to Chaoge city. It's clear. What do you think?"

Tianjin said, "it concerns the fate of our family. I dare not refuse on the ground that the way of heaven is difficult to see. I should try my best to calculate for peace of mind."

Zen asked curiously, "I heard that you told your highness yesterday about the Centennial period?"

Tianjin didn't deny it and said, "I can only calculate this probability."

Zen seemed to feel a little itchy, scratched his chest, walked under a peach tree and rubbed the wet mud on his feet against the tree.

"I asked you to come because I received a letter from your Majesty in the early morning."

People close to the sky can't see things, and there is no emotion in their eyes. They calmly said, "really?" Zen Zi said, "the ink on the letter is not dry. It should have just been written. I think your majesty should have stayed up all night. He is very worried." Tianjin people praised and said, "Your Majesty is concerned about the country and the people, and is diligent in government affairs, which is indeed the blessing of all the people." Zen Zi confirmed that the mud on his feet was almost clean, nodded with satisfaction and said, "national affairs? No, he's just worried about an old man. " People near the sky vaguely guessed what this remark meant, and the meaning in gray eyes became more and more quiet and deeper“ Is it Fang Jingtian? " Zen Zi suddenly asked. That night, when Jingyang immortal's fake cave was opened, he had found Fang Jingtian. Because at that moment, Fang Jingtian gave birth to a killing intention to Jing Jiu. It was for this reason that he left with lotus cloud to protect Jing Jiu. Tianjin didn't answer the question. The morning light has already occupied the courtyard. The sky is blue, but there is no trace of the sun. Zen looked at the sky and said to himself, "is it because of the old man's story?" Tianjin said calmly, "since Zen has decided this in his heart, he doesn't want me to explain it." Zen looked back at him and said, "yes, you and I understand that everything is in one thought. It doesn't matter whether you say it or not." Tianjin understood what he meant, but he was still a little puzzled and asked, "why did Zen come forward for this?"“ Because that young man should also be regarded as my old friend. " Zen's voice is full of emotion and memories. Then he walked away from the woods, unaware of the wet mud on his feet again Zen Zi left like this. The woods are quiet. On the wet and soft grass, are the footprints left by Zen. Under the broken turf, there is wet and muddy soil. White lotus grows in the mud. a step. One. This is the idea left by Zen. Tianjin people stared at the white lotus flowers born in the soil, with gray eyes and dead breath. He doesn't know if he can leave alive（ I think of passing by Shenyang a few days ago. I'm going to call uncle Guan out for dinner. He's not here. I despise him.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.