Early the next morning, Wang Xian, accompanied by Xianyun, came to the Qingshou Temple under the roots of the imperial city.

There are many temples in the capital, but only this Qingshou Temple is built between the mansions of the princes and nobles, because its predecessor is the mansion that the emperor gave to the number one meritorious hero of Jingnan, but it was changed into a temple by Yao Guangxiao, and then he presided over it, so he lived in it.

Originally, he wore court clothes during the day to go to court, and after the court went down, he changed back to monk's clothes and meditated. However, in the past two years, the emperor read that he was old, so he was exempted from his daily routine, and only major events would summon him to the palace to discuss, so most of the time, this first strange person in the Ming Dynasty was sitting in the monastery and practicing meditation, which was no different from the average old monk.

Therefore, Wang Xian did not make an appointment, he went straight into the temple mountain gate, entered to see, the temple is for the three Buddhas and three scholars, the left head of the mountain gate is the Tibetan scripture hall, the right head is the wheel hall, the middle passes through the Pilu hall, and there is no difference from the ordinary temple. If you want to distinguish, that is, the incense of the temple is really in vain, Wang Xian has seen the yellow calendar, today is a good day to worship the Buddha on incense, the temples elsewhere are estimated to have long been full of good men and women, this Qingshou Temple, but it is deserted, almost no pilgrims.

"How many donors are here to offer incense? It's really the right place," the monk saw Wang Xian, and he showed a look of surprise, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "The Buddha of the temple can be spiritual, regardless of whether it is to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, marry and seek children, and get promoted to become rich."

Wang Xian, this sweat, how did he feel like he had entered a black shop, and he hurriedly smiled and said: "Little master, we are here to worship the Buddha, I don't know how much it costs to ask for a stick of incense?" ”

"What money is not money, no money" The monk smiled with a smile: "Don't care about your fasting, the vegetarian food in our temple is a must, and even the emperor is full of praise."

"Uh......" Wang Xian didn't believe it, if it was really so good, this Qingshou Temple would have been crowded for a long time, how could no one come.

However, he came to beg for help, and he admitted it to being slaughtered, so he first gave incense to the three Buddhas and three priests at the scene, and the two little novices stood on the side of the bill, and knocked the bell chime for him when he offered incense.

After getting up, the monk led them to the back to eat fast.

A few bowls of hot noodles were served, Xian Yun and Wu Wei were secretly vigilant, and the latter took a bite first. Under the nervous gaze of everyone, I saw Wu Wei smacking his lips and saying: "It's really delicious" Although his medical skills are not as good as his father's, he can still taste whether there is poison in the noodles.

"Of course," the monk said proudly: "The little monk has passed, and the emperor is full of praise when he tastes it."

Everyone ate the noodles with confidence, and when they tasted it, it was really delicious, and they just came to deal with it, and now they all ate so much that there was no soup left. Lingxiao was still unsatisfied, wiped his mouth, and said loudly: "Xiao Er, another bowl"

"Okay." Eighty percent of the monks who knew the guest had been running in the hall before, and they actually responded playfully.

Wang Xian, this sweat, hurriedly called the monk and said: "Don't pay attention to her, she has big eyes and a small belly." He took out a gold leaf, and handed it to the monk without a trace: "Thank you master for the meal." ”

"I don't want money." The monk handed it back to him with some regret: "Don't dare to break the rules." ”

It seems that he really doesn't want money, so Wang Xian wondered, so why didn't anyone come to worship the Buddha? But now was not the time to be curious, he asked, "I wonder if the abbot is here today?" ”

"The abbot is naturally here." Hearing him ask the abbot, the monk said with a smile on his face: "But I don't see any outsiders." ”

"I have this, I'm not a foreigner, right?" Wang Xian showed the string of Bodhi prayer beads.

The monk was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "The donor is here for a while, and the little monk will report to the abbot." ”

After a while, the monk came back and said, "The abbot has invited this son." ”

Wang Xian and the others got up, but the others were stopped by the monk and said: "You stay, the abbot only invites this prince to come, you might as well stay here and eat noodles." Between the words, there was no longer the humility that I had at the beginning, and it turned into the arrogance of looking down on all beings.

"You ......" Lingxiao raised his eyebrows, but was comforted by Wang Xian and said: "Don't worry, this is Master Daoyan's dojo, the safest place in the world." ”

On the face of the monk who knew the guest, there was a hint of a smile that counted you as knowing the goods.

Wang Xian left his brothers in the dining room, followed the monk to the meditation room in the backyard.

The meditation room was very empty and spotless, and at the suggestion of the monk of the guest, Wang Xian took off his shoes and entered the inner room alone.

I saw an old monk sitting on an old futon, wearing a gray monk's robe, with white eyebrows, but seeing that he had thin cheeks, a hooked nose, and a pair of triangular eyes, although his eyelids were slightly drooping, and his divine light was restrained, it still had nothing to do with his kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Boy Wang Xian meets Master Daoyan." Without introduction, Wang Xian was sure that this must be Yao Guangxiao, so he hurriedly bowed deeply.

"Sit." Yao Guangxiao also glanced at him, his voice was old but not hoarse.

Wang Xian knelt on the futon opposite Yao Guangxiao, although before the Song Dynasty, the ancients sat like this, but after all, Wang Xian lived in the Ming Dynasty and has always sat on a chair, and now it is really not used to kneeling and sitting.

"Rosary." Yao Guangxiao said again, this time with one more word.

Wang Xian hurriedly presented the string of Bodhi prayer beads, Yao Guangxiao glanced at it, but did not answer, "That kid asked you to come?" ”

"It's not." Wang Xian shook his head and said: "The big man gave me this string of Buddhist beads, and when I come to the capital and encounter a big problem, I can come to Qingshou Temple for help." ”

"He really thinks of me." Yao Guangxiao smiled coldly and said: "A monk in the old man's district can also help you recite the scriptures excessively, if you want to catch ghosts and tell fortunes, you have to turn right and look for it in the fairy cloud view." ”

The master smiled. Wang Xian smiled: "Isn't the temple responsive? ”

"If the Buddha really had to respond to his needs, he would have let the incense in this temple be filled with fire." Yao Guangxiao said coldly.

"They brought it on themselves." Wang Xian still smiled faintly: "Qingshou Temple is the Buddha's dojo, and they worship the old host in their hearts, so the Buddha will naturally ignore it." ”

"......" Yao Guangxiao glanced at him when he heard the words and said, "Aren't you the same?" ”

"It's different." Wang Xian shook his head and said: "I came to worship an old monk, and I also worship an old monk in my heart." ”

"Hehe" Yao Guangxiao sneered: "I didn't expect you to be young and still play meditation machines." ”

"The kid doesn't know what a Zen machine is," Wang Xian said with a smile, "I just have something." He bowed deeply and said, "The kid is really in great difficulty, and I implore the master to help." ”

"......" The smile on Yao Guangxiao's face narrowed, and he said slowly: "With this string of Buddha beads, Jinyiwei doesn't dare to embarrass you." ”

"But the villain is not himself." Wang Xian said in a low voice.

Yao Guangxiao was not surprised, and said with two eyebrows: "That's for Zhou Xin?" ”

"Yes." Wang Xian kowtowed to Yao Guangxiao and said: "I implore the old monk to save Zhou Zhentai, he is a good official who is dedicated to the people" Wang Xian kowtowed a lot of times, only this time it was sincere.

"I'm not a Buddha, I'm not a Bodhisattva......," Yao Guangxiao said slowly.

"But you are the only person in the Ming Dynasty who can persuade the emperor." Wang Xian kowtowed heavily and said in a deep voice: "We Zhou Zhentai are not afraid of power and ask for life for the people, but now we have committed a shame, are in prison, and are in danger. The old monk has done many good deeds over the years, and he must know that if he saves us from Zhentai, he can live the people of a province, and this merit is incomparable."

"Hehe......" Yao Guangxiao was amused by him, "What a clever boy, what a sin if I don't save Zhou Xin?"

"I didn't mean that...... Wang Xian said with a smile: "But if Zhou Zhentai dies, the fate of the people of Zhejiang will inevitably be even more miserable, and the old monk will definitely not bear it." ”

"If I had compassion, it wouldn't be Yao Guangxiao," Yao Guangxiao sneered: "Zhou Xin violated the law and died innocently, as for the people of Zhejiang, they may not be as miserable as you...... Jin Yiwei only stared at the officials and wealthy businessmen, how could he have time to pay attention to ordinary people. ”

"The old monk is too absolute, the fire at the city gate will definitely affect the pond fish, not to mention that the officials, businessmen and rich gentry are also ordinary people." Wang Xian shook his head and said, "The old monk was able to intercede with Fang Xiaoru at the beginning, why can't he intercede with Zhou Zhentai today?" ”

Hearing Wang Xian mention Fang Xiaoru, Yao Guangxiao's eyes darkened, which was an eternal pain in his heart. But the old monk didn't reveal it at all, but said lightly: "Can Zhou Xin compare with Fang Xiaoru?" ”

"Whether Fang Xiaoru is a seed of a scholar or not, I don't know. But our Zhouzhentai is the conscience of the Ming Dynasty. Wang Xianlang said: "If the emperor kills Zhou Zhentai, he will definitely regret it in the future, and once this case is completed, the Ming Dynasty will be shrouded in spy politics, and there will be no officials who dare to resist Jinyiwei."

"Alarmist, Fang Xiaoru is dead, and the scholars are still stubble after stubble." Yao Guangxiao laughed and said, "Don't learn from me back then. ”

"It's different," Wang Xian said loudly: "The emperors of the Han Dynasty, Tang and Song dynasties are all under the control of the imperial history, but the court relies on the spies. Today's emperor has boundless authority, so he is naturally not afraid of Jinyi Wei's troubles, but it is difficult to guarantee that the heir will not be lost. When the time comes, everyone is in danger, and the monarch and ministers are separated, once the country has trouble, how to ensure the loyalty of the subjects? ”

"......" At first, Yao Guangxiao only regarded Wang Xian as a clever guy and didn't take it to heart, but after listening to his bold words, he couldn't help but re-examine this young man: "You didn't learn Cheng Zhu. ”

"Although I am a talent, I can't learn anything." Wang Xian confessed: "I don't dare to call myself a disciple of a saint. ”

"Zhu Xi is a fart saint," Yao Guangxiao snorted disdainfully, as if he was very uninterested in Zhu Shengren. Then he asked, "How is your tutelage?"

"It's Wei Yuanwei from the Hanlin Academy." In fact, Wei Yuan was also in the capital, but after Wang Xian entered Beijing, he began to petition everywhere, and at this time, it was naturally not good to implicate Mr. Wei, so he never came to visit.

"Wei Yuan, a nerd like that, how can he teach a student like you?" Yao Guangxiao shook his head in disbelief.