Cloud God is not God

Chapter 104 The Holy Promenade 2

Wuyong and the others stopped and stopped, and they did not forget to pick some wild fruits to eat on the way. This autumn has just passed, and the trees are full of fruits.Wuyong only picks the most certain pick.

No!Holding a few slightly frozen autumn pears and persimmons, Wu Yong came to Yun Zhongjun like offering treasures.

"Fengxi, come and taste."

Yun Zhongjun picked one, his hands were cold, he frowned slightly.

Wu Yong picked up a pear and wiped it on his body, and was about to bite the pear, but the pear fell into Yun Zhongjun's hands in the next second.

I saw Yun Zhongjun, his palm was slightly steaming, and then he handed the pear to Wuyong.

Wu Yong took the pear, it was slightly warm, he bit it down, the pear juice was plump and sweet, neither cold nor hot, just right for the temperature in his mouth.He looked up at Yun Zhongjun, what should I say about this man, there are no words to describe his feelings at this time.

He took another bite of the pear, put it in his mouth, pulled Yun Zhongjun's head, sealed Yun Zhongjun's lips, and sent the pear in his mouth to Yunzhong Jun's mouth with his tongue.

The three people under the tree hurriedly looked away, they had already been fed by their master before they started eating.

Jing Heng looked at the pear in his hand thoughtfully, um, it can still be like this...

The two people on the tree came and went, and the three people under the tree complained incessantly.

It's been half an hour since I ate this fruit. They are going to face saints.But none of the three of them dared to open their mouths to urge them, they could only gnaw the cold fruit in their hands.

Finally, the movement ended after Wuyong hiccupped, and the few people walked up the mountain without further delay.

Several people were thinking about their own thoughts, but they were all speechless.

Soon, several people arrived at the top of the mountain. At this time, they had already missed the sunrise on the fourth day, but the sea of ​​clouds was very beautiful, with thousands of miles of red clouds and red light.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at everything down the mountain, I feel extremely peaceful, as if all the troubles are under my feet.Could it be that these immortals always like tall buildings Qiongyu, the feeling of being high above is very good, but this high place is extremely cold.

Wu Yong turned around and looked at the temple behind him. The three big characters of Xiangyun Temple hung in the middle.

"It is said that these three characters were written when the founding ancestor Xian Wang was 15 years old. These three characters are up and down, left and right, and they have different styles when viewed from different angles. Looking from the north, it is as hot as fire, from the east, it looks like a knife, and from the south, it is as quiet as water. Looking west, it is as vigorous as a pine tree. Looking down, it looks like a frame.

Shuangcheng looked at the Xiangyun Temple and said three words.Vigorous and powerful, but also chic and elegant, the cloud characters seem to be floating.

Wu Yong looked at these three characters, and couldn't help but sigh, who could write these characters? Looking at it from different angles, the charm of these characters is different.

"This virtuous king, what is his name, which emperor is he?" Wu Yong looked at Shuangcheng and asked.

There was a look of loneliness in Shuangcheng's eyes. "He's not an emperor, he's just a prince. His name is Qi Nanling."

At this time, a group of people behind them also came over.The leader is wearing a mask and a purple fox cloak, making him look regal.

"Qi Nanling, someone still remembers this name." The masked man looked up at the three words "Xiangyun Temple" and said in a long way.

Wuyong and the others heard the voice and looked back.Jing Heng and Shuangcheng showed surprise on their faces.

"Don't come here without any problems, Lord Shenglin, Lord Yunzhong." The man nodded and greeted Wuyong.

Wu Yong took a look, it turned out to be the national teacher, and they knew each other earlier, remembering that in the Lingjun Pavilion in Huayang City, the owner of the pavilion was clearly the person in front of him.

Yun Zhongjun looked at this person, but frowned.He couldn't understand this person. He first saw him in the Lingjun Pavilion in Huayang City. After Wuyong left that day, this person ignored him and let him stay in the Lingjun Pavilion. That night he found my daughter's trace , Two guests died, and then the Lingjun Pavilion caught fire.Wu Yong's past actions two years ago are all related to this person, who is this person!

Neither of them said a word, but Shuangcheng hid behind Jing Heng. In the capital, he was most afraid of seeing this person.

Obviously, the national teacher also saw Jing Heng and the trembling Shuangcheng behind him.

"Your Highness is back this time, let's go back to Kyoto with His Majesty, your father needs you."

"And you little thing, don't get lost anymore. Make His Majesty unhappy."

The national teacher said to Jing Heng and Shuangcheng.As for Xiaoyu, he never gave him half a glance from the beginning to the end.

After the national teacher finished speaking, he walked straight into the temple, followed by Qi Sixian who covered his face with a fan.He really didn't want to be seen by Fei Wuyong and Yun Zhongjun, but the more he was like this, the more they could see everything about him.

Seeing him like that, Wu Yong couldn't help smiling, this man was afraid that he would become like this, but he didn't expect it.

The national teacher and his party walked towards the main hall in the temple, presumably the emperor should be there at this time.

Wuyong also quickly followed, the emperor wanted Shuangcheng to take care of the dead body of the man, and given how much His Majesty "valued" Shuangcheng, it seemed that it would be difficult to return Shuangcheng, what should we do?

Thinking of the emperor's ambiguous smile, he didn't think it was a favor.

"Let's go, I have everything." Yun Zhongjun seemed to see what Wu Yong was thinking, he turned sideways and said to Wu Yong.

Wuyong laughed happily, took Yun Zhongjun's shoulders with one hand, leaned forward, tilted his head and said, "Feng Xi, what should I say about you."

At this time, a few young monks passed by, tilting their heads and looking at the two.He quickly withdrew his gaze again.

In the side hall next to the main hall, Master Minghui, the presiding master, is discussing Buddhism with the emperor.

"Your Majesty, which of the verses written by Huineng and Shenxiu is higher or lower?"

What Master Minghui said was exactly what the sixth Buddha Huineng and Shenxiu said.According to legend, the sixth Buddha was just an illiterate peddler who made a living by chopping firewood. One day he heard a monk talking about Buddhism and felt enlightened, so he joined the fifth Buddha.Because of his humble status, he could only be a rough envoy disciple who pounded rice.One day, the fifth Buddha said that whichever disciple could write down his understanding of Buddhism to his satisfaction, he would pass on the mantle to whom.

At this time, one of his proud disciples named Shenxiu wrote a verse on the wall. "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times, so as not to be stained with dust." After Shenxiu wrote it, she was very looking forward to it. The fifth Buddha Lord was also quite satisfied after reading it, and other disciples praised it again and again.

One day Huineng passed by, and because he was illiterate, he asked others about it. The others laughed at him, and a low-class person pounding rice came to peek at the Dharma. language.The man proudly read Shenxiu's gatha.After hearing this, Huineng said only one sentence, Shenxiu's gatha may not be well versed in Buddhism, and left.

Everyone laughed at him for not being able to control himself. On the second day, after Huineng finished pounding the rice, he went to the wall and asked someone to help him write down the gatha he had made.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

After everyone saw it, they were shocked. After the fifth Buddha heard about it, he nodded repeatedly, but did not comment.In the dead of night, Huineng was called to the meditation room and secretly handed over the mantle to him.

At this time, His Majesty smiled slightly and said: "Naturally, Huineng is much taller and extremely transparent. The master wants to tell me, don't be obsessed with the appearance in front of me?"

Master Minghui nodded and remained silent.

The emperor looked at a figure painting on the wall and thought about it. Everyone knows this truth, but it is not easy to not be attached to the appearance of objects. The word love is the saddest, and suddenly a voice rang out from outside the palace gate. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must be the master of this old slave."

There was a little impatience on the emperor's face. "Come in, what's worth shouting about like a slave like you, and you're not afraid of disturbing the purity of this Buddhist gate and making the master laugh at it."

The emperor nodded to Master Minghui to express his apology.

Master Minghui stood up, said Amitabha, and left through the side door.

At this time, the emperor withdrew his impatient look and restored his original majesty.