Before traveling, Zhou Hexuan had visited Xiangfu Temple, which was already equivalent to a tourist attraction. The temple is built with splendor, towering "Lingshan Big Buddha Statue" and "Grace Pagoda", and the face is the atmosphere of a stock market tyrant.

At this moment, there is no shadow of the big Buddha statue at all, and there is only a three-foot pagoda left in the pagoda. In the whole temple, only the Daxiong Treasure Hall has been renovated, and most of the rest of the side halls are ruins, and there are scattered monks' houses hidden in the mountains and forests.

As the sun sets, the surface of the lake glows with golden ayana. The evening breeze stirred the pine and bamboo, making a rustling sound, and the four fields were all empty.

The Xiangfu Temple in its heyday is depicted in the literature: between the heavy lakes and mountains, it is the most secluded...... The sparkling clouds and shadows are still rippling...... The three peaks are ringed, and the Longhu arches up...... Tower shadow Cui Wei fell for a long time...... If the cloud nest, if the moon cave, if the ten thousand pine dwelling, all scattered monks.

Xu Zhimo is worthy of being a poet, and even if he is a monk, he must choose a good place for poetry and painting.

Zhou Hexuan stood in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and could see the beautiful Taihu Lake. Within a radius of ten miles, there are dwellings, farmland, Qianmo, and mountain peaks, a quiet and primitive scenery. Unlike later generations, when you stand inside the temple and look out, you will see modern buildings everywhere.

Of course, this is all from the perspective of tourists, who think that undeveloped land is good, but the poor farmers in the surrounding area definitely don't want to live like this.

A monk came up, clasped his palms together and asked, "How many of you are here to find Xu Jushi?" ”

Xu Jushi?

It seems that Xu Zhimo hasn't had time to really become a monk, but he has just become a resident monk.

Zhou Hexuan returned the salute and said with a smile: "Exactly, I don't know what the mage is called?" ”

The monk said: "The little monk's name is Hongpu, and he doesn't dare to call him a master." Xu Jushi was over there, and the little monk brought a few donors over. ”

"I'm tired." Zhou Hexuan said.

The monk's house where Xu Zhimo lives is in a bamboo forest, and there are insects and birds chirping from time to time in the forest, which makes this place more quiet and quiet.

What a place to escape from the world!

"Smack!"

Sun Yongzhen slapped his arm, instantly pulling the picture back to the world, he gasped and said: "The mosquitoes here are so fierce, a bite is a big bag." ”

"Haha," Zhou Hexuan couldn't help laughing, "We should buy some mosquito coils and go up the mountain." ”

The hermit of the mountains and forests is chic to say, but he must face the practical problems of eating, drinking, and biting mosquitoes and snakes.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the monk pointed to a monk's house and said, "Donor, it's here." ”

There was no need to be reminded by the monk, Zhou Hexuan had already seen that there were more than 20 people standing or sitting in the open space in front of the monk's house.

Several torches were lit there, Xu Zhimo sat in the middle and closed his eyes silently, and there was an old monk standing next to him. Xu Shenru, Lu Xiaoman, Zhang Jiazhu, Song Chunfang, Rao Mengkan, Yu Dafu, Liu Haisu, Jiang Xiaolu and others took turns to persuade them, but Xu Zhimo was unheard.

Xu Zhimo's ex-wife Zhang Youyi also came, and she also took Xu Zhimo's son, and the mother and son stood on the side silently.

Compared with the decadence of Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman, Zhang Youyi has had a wonderful life over the years. Although she is a female streamer, she has successively served as the vice president of Shanghai Women's Commercial Bank, the general manager of Yunshang Garment Company, and even the financial director of the Chinese National Socialist Party.

Xu Shenru also saw Zhou Hexuan, and hurriedly walked over and said, "Mingcheng, come and persuade you." ”

Zhou Hexuan saw that Xu Zhimo's hair was still there, and he didn't shave his head, but he was wearing a sea blue monk's gown. "What's the situation now?" he asked. ”

Xu Shenru explained: "Shima originally wanted to become a monk, but the abbot here thought that Shima was not over and would not shave. During this time, he studied farming with monks during the day and studied Buddhism by himself at night, and was already a layman. He wanted to run this afternoon, but I led someone to block him behind the toilet, and then he just sat there without saying a word. ”

Zhou Hexuan stepped over and shouted loudly: "Shima, an old friend has come to see you!" ”

Xu Zhimo still didn't react, sitting in the courtyard with his eyes closed, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

Zhou Hexuan said again: "Hey, you still owe me a thousand oceans, when will you pay off the debt?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked sideways, and Rao Mengkan covered his mouth and snickered.

Zhang Jiazhu came to Zhou Hexuan's side, hooked his shoulders and said: "It's useless, Mingcheng, we've tried everything." ”

Lu Xiaoman's face was haggard, and he nodded at Zhou Hexuan, as if he was not in the mood to speak.

Zhang Youyi was like the mistress of the Xu family, pulling her son over and saying, "Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry for you." ”

Zhang Jiazhu introduced: "Mingcheng, this is my sister Zhang Jiajun, my nephew Jikai. ”

"Hello Ms. Zhang." Zhou Hexuan still respects Zhang Youyi very much, whether it is as an ex-wife, daughter-in-law, mother, or strong woman, she plays all kinds of roles so well.

Zhang Jiazhu pulled Zhou Hexuan again, introduced him to other people, those he knew and those he didn't know, and shook hands one by one.

Song Chunfang is a playwright, drama theorist, book collector, and pioneer of marine science in China. Formerly an official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the courts, he now concentrates on the study of theater, and happens to live in Shanghai during this time.

Yu Dafu, a famous writer and one of the founders of the Left League, is currently a senator of the Zhejiang Provincial Government. Although he lived in Hangzhou, he happened to be in Shanghai for a meeting, and he came by when he heard the news.

Jiang Xiaolu, sculptor.

Wang Wenbo is a calligrapher, painter and collector.

Xu Zhenfei is an economist and managing director and general manager of Zhejiang Industrial Bank.

Chen Mengjia is an archaeologist, paleographer, and poet.

Among the more than 20 people in front of the monk's house, all of them have backgrounds, so you can imagine what kind of friends Xu Zhimo usually makes. The left, the right, the center, the political, business, and cultural circles are all gathered together at this moment.

There are many more who are coming from the provinces.

At this moment, it was already dark, and Zhou Hexuan shot a few flower-legged mosquitoes one after another, and his hands were covered with blood. He smiled and said: "There are many sages here, quiet and peerless, why don't we play mahjong." When I came from Shanghai, I happened to bring two sets of mahjong tiles. ”

Rao Mengkan rubbed his hands and said: "Mingcheng is wonderful! ”

Zhang Jiazhu also likes to play, he asked the old monk beside Xu Zhimo: "Master Zhongyong, can you borrow the tables and chairs in the temple to use them?" ”

Master Zhongyong is the abbot of Xiangfu Temple, and he smiled bitterly: "Everyone, please." ”

Zhang Jiazhu immediately called his friends to accompany him, and Zhang Luo went to other monks' houses to carry the table. Xu Zhenfei was familiar with a few people, and made torches with firewood and rags to illuminate the entire monk's courtyard.

Although Yu Dafu has always shown himself as a melancholy prince, he has been doing well recently, and Jiang Xiaolu has also made a table.

"Three of a kind!"

"Bump! Ninety thousand. ”

“……”

The style of painting changed dramatically in an instant, and scholars and celebrities became gamblers.

Wang Wenbo was still holding the shelf of a cultural person, but after standing next to him and watching two games, he couldn't help but want to roll up his sleeves and play in person, and finally everyone discussed playing "Let the guns go".

In the night, Xu Zhimo quietly opened his eyes, peeked a few times, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.