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When I went out in the morning, the sun was still shining brightly. Unexpectedly, after walking a few miles, I saw dark clouds floating from the sky.

Yang Shouwen quickly took off the rain poncho from the car and handed it to Zheng Jingsi and his son.

"Uncle 29, let's rush it up immediately and rush to reach the Three Emperors Temple before it rains."

Zheng Jingsi was originally joking with Yang Chenglie, but after hearing what Yang Shouwen said, he didn't dare to delay and quickly took the rain poncho in his hand.

He sent Zheng Qian to the car and tied the white donkey behind the car.

"Stern uncle, let's go quickly."

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he whistled, and saw Da Yu flying from the air and landing steadily on his shoulder.

Song Sanlang and Song Ping drove two cars, four dogs and one monkey jumped into the car.

Accompanied by a series of shouts, the carriage immediately accelerated.

Yang Shouwen, Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi were on the side of the carriage, urging the horse to go quickly.

Rumble!

Spring thunder exploded.

As soon as the carriage reached the foot of the mountain, a heavy rain poured down.

The Three Emperors Temple is located on the hillside of Guangwu Mountain. It was raining heavily at this time, and the group had no choice but to shelter from the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

The rain came very suddenly and went quickly.

It lasted almost a few dozen minutes before the rain stopped, but the dark clouds did not dissipate.

Yang Shouwen and others placed the carriage in the village at the foot of the mountain, and the group hiked and walked up the mountain along the muddy mountain road.

After the rain, Guangwu Mountain was shrouded in thin, wet water vapor. From a distance, it looked like clouds and mist.

Yang Shouwen held January in his arms, while Yang Moli followed him, carrying a big package.

He walked in front, and the four of Wukong ran on the mountain road, barking happily, and in the blink of an eye, his body was covered with mud and water, looking dirty.

"Wenxuan. Can you let Shisanlang go to your side after Qingming Festival?"

Zheng Jingsi and Yang Chenglie walked at the end and asked while walking.

"What are you doing?"

"To be honest, I only discovered yesterday that Shisanlang is very talented.

I originally planned to find a teacher for him, but later I thought, with Dalang here, why bother to worry? Dalang's talent has been proven and his character is noble. I can feel more at ease with Shisanlang to follow him."

"This is not a difficult task. If Erjiro doesn't like Erjiko's young, just send Shisanlang here."

Zheng Jingsi immediately smiled happily when she heard this.

He is in a very good mood now. First, Yang Shouwen seems to have hope of changing his surname, and second, it is Zheng Qian. After he returned home last night, he took Zheng Qian to take the school entrance exam and found that this child is indeed smart, has the ability to learn from one example and can still remember it.

This is the manifestation of a child prodigy!

With Yang Shouwen standing in front, he could still have some influence in the court. He took ten years to push him to the front desk.

Twenty years later, Zheng Qian was also considered an adult.

At that time, there was Yang Shouwen in front and Zheng Qian in the back. The six-household house was just around the corner.

However, Zheng Jingsi could also see that Yang Chenglie was not very interested.

He could understand Yang Chenglie's mood at this moment, and he watched his beloved son change his surname, and the feeling would probably not be too comfortable.

The Three Emperors Temple is located on the hillside of Guangwu Mountain. It is a temple with a history of hundreds of years.

The origin is the statue of the Three Emperors on Guangwu Mountain. It is said that in ancient times, the Three Emperors climbed to Guangwu Mountain one after another, so later generations left behind the Three Emperors carvings here. However, the area of ​​the Three Emperors Temple is not too large. There are only twelve rooms in total. In the temple, there are six people including the temple blessings, and the incense is not prosperous, but it is better to be quiet.

Zheng Jingsi came forward, and the temple blessings of the Three Emperors Temple will naturally not refuse.

There are not many rooms, so I might as well just wrap up the entire Three Emperors' Temple. This is undoubtedly a large amount of incense money for Three Emperors' Temple.

"Today, we won't go up the mountain."

Yang Chenglie looked at the sky outside and said in a deep voice: "Just fast here for one day, and wait for the mountain to worship tomorrow morning."

Zheng Jingsi also agreed, "This arrangement is very good."

Yang Shouwen did not even express his objection. After he arrived at the Three Emperors' Temple, he looked at Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi with interest, always feeling that these two people seemed to be hiding something from him. His eyes were very sharp, which made Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Yiyue suddenly started crying at this time. Yang Shouwen carried her to find Yang, which made Yang Chenglie and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

"Nine-Jiulang, let's talk about that matter when we go back."

"Um?"

"Yizi is very clever, so she ran to me to ask last night.

If he is letting him know your purpose and according to his temperament, he will cause trouble again if he is not done well. After the Qingming Festival, I will take him to the house and find a way to get things done first, otherwise he may not agree easily."

Yang Chenglie's voice was a little bitter.

He always felt that he was selling his son if he did this.

Zheng Jingsi could understand his mood at the moment and whispered: "Since that's the case, then follow what Brother Wenxuan said."

At this time, Song's voice came from outside the door, and it was time to eat!

Cold food can be seen literally.

In the few days after the arrival of the Cold Food Festival, we could not make a fire and cook, so we could only eat some cold meals that had been prepared long ago. Yang brought rice balls made of shiba rice, and Song also prepared thin Xiaochun cakes. After eating them simply with water, everyone went back to their room to rest.

It was getting late.

When night fell, Guangwu Mountain was pitch black and there was no sight of five fingers.

At the foot of the mountain, several black shadows walked out of the village.

The person in charge said in a strong accent: "Qilang."

"exist."

"We will continue to stare here. You go back immediately and tell Alang, just tell them how to act by those who stay in the Three Emperors' Temple?"

"yes."

A black shadow turned around and disappeared into the village. After a while, a fast horse galloped away.

Other black shadows gathered in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain and looked out to the mountain.

Just standing at the foot of the mountain, I could only see the darkness and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"After dawn, Erlang and I went up the mountain to check the situation."

The rich accent spoke again: "Everyone is here tonight, and they should not go down the mountain so dark. If you keep them to death, you must not be negligent. I will go up the mountain to find out the news tomorrow and wait for Ah Lang to make a decision.

Thank you for your hard work, this time Alang has paid a lot of money and must not leave Yang Dalang."

"Don't worry, brother, I understand."

Everyone greeted each other in unison. Two black shadows came out of the pavilion and disappeared into the mountain village in a blink of an eye...

There was nothing wrong that night. Yang Shouwen got up and washed up just after dawn.

The dark clouds are getting heavier and heavier, gathering in the air. It makes people feel heavy and a little depressed.

He washed up briefly, then let the big jade fly, and walked out from the four mountain gates of Wukong.

It was just the hour of Mao, and the sky was gloomy, so the vision was not very good.

Yang Shouwen stretched his body in front of the mountain gate, ran around the Three Emperors Temple, and then returned to the temple.

At this time, Yang Chenglie and others also got up.

He carried a package on his body, while Song and Yang each carried a basket, which were placed incense, candles and offerings.

"Shizi, let's go up the mountain."

Yang Shouwen agreed and took the gun bag from Yang Moli.

He developed this habit when he came back from Saibei. Perhaps he was not as slug as Abusjda, but when he went out, Yang Shouwen would always carry the gun bag habitually. There was no reason, or it was just a habit. He carried the gun bag on his body and wrapped it up from Yang Chenglie's hand, feeling heavy.

"Father, what's here?"

Yang Chenglie smiled and said, "Your mother was fond of studying before her death. Now that I have written "Journey to the West", I want you to read it no matter how much. Don't worry. This is a manuscript I copied myself. Although your father is not good at writing, I can still read the text and make words."

"Is the Shizi actually carrying a book?"

Zheng Jingsi was shocked when he heard this, and asked if he couldn't recognize him.

In these days, writing books is not a trivial matter... Although Yang Shouwen was only seventeen years old, he could write Ai Lian's saying. I believe that the books he wrote should be good.

Yang Chenglie said: "Erjiulang, what Yizi wrote is not what you think, it is just a ghost or weird word."

"Is that so? Then I will have a good time after I go back."

Zheng Jingsi did not agree with it. You should know that this ghost record has been circulating for a long time. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Ganbao's Soshen Ji was born. As a scholar, he would like to read it when he was free and taste it a different taste.

"The book "Shizi is actually a book of gods and monsters made up based on the "Records of the Western Regions of the Great Tang Dynasty" left by Master Xuanzang. He has been writing it since he was in Changping. I like it very much, Qingnu and Erlang, and are also very fascinated."

Zheng Qian suddenly interrupted, "Since it is the prototype of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty, is it the story of Master Xuanzang seeking the Dharma?"
To be continued...