Chapter 11 Mingshan Meeting (II)

It is the season when thousands of trees are bleak. Located at the foot of Mingshan Mountain, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the dilapidated temple and courtyard seem even more bleak under the slight cold wind. Wu Heimiao established the Divine Cult, and believers are spread all over Miaojiang. Although the Divine Cult has something to do with Buddhism, Hanlin Temple, a temple that was originally not popular, is even more unwelcome.

"General Zheng Shen, is this the Hanlin Temple you introduced?" Standing in front of a mottled mountain gate, the grass grew almost as high as one person, and the potholes were covered with dark green moss. A gust of wind blew, I could only vaguely hear the sound of monks in the temple doing evening classes and chanting sutras. It seems that there are monks in the temple living, and he thought that such a dilapidated temple would have been empty.

Zheng Nansheng smiled awkwardly and said, "I came here a few years ago. I didn't expect that Hanlin Temple will become like this now. When I was staying in the temple, although the incense in the temple was not as high as the peak, at least three or two men and women went up the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings."

"That's right, let's leave quickly. Maybe the guests are waiting for us in the temple?" Hong Chenggong smiled, obviously not affecting his emotions by the Xiao Suo in front of him.

Knocking on the door of the Xunian Temple, a little novice monk came out, and Heshi said to the two: "Are the two donors Hong Chenggong General Hong and General Zheng Nansheng?"

"My little master knows our name?" Hong Chenggong smiled. Today, they were neither wearing armor nor wearing official uniforms, just like ordinary mountaineering tourists. The little novice monk could recognize it at a glance, either because he had guidance from someone or knew in advance that they were coming.

The little novice monk was calm and said, "The donor of Zhuoba and Qi Bing's donor were allowed to arrive at this temple and serve tea in Zhike Hall first. The donor of Zhuoba ordered the monk to welcome the two of them in front of the mountain gate."

"Oh, he arrived first, haha." Hong Chenggong laughed, "It was originally the place and time set by me. I should be the master, but I let him grab the front!"

Zheng Nansheng was shocked at first. Hong Chenggong is definitely a person who is good at introverted emotions. Why did he change his normal behavior today and express his emotions and anger on his face? Then he immediately guessed his intention, which was to make his opponent unable to guess his true thoughts. It can be said that from the moment he knocked on the temple door, Hong Chenggong was acting.

"Please, two donors!" The little novice walked calmly in front of the road.

A trace of light flashed in Hong Chenggong's eyes. The little novice monk in front of him was a little bit unsimple. The calmness and calmness in his every move was not something that ordinary people could do. He couldn't help but notice that the little novice monk was calm and obviously had a lot of skills.

"What is the Dharma name of the little master?" Hong Chenggong stepped forward and asked side by side with the little novice monk.

"The little monk's Dharma name Jinghua?" Xiao Shami replied with a slight pace.

"The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are all illusory things. Why did the little master get such a magic number?" Zheng Nansheng, who was following behind, asked curiously.

Mirror Flower replied calmly: "For the little monk, isn't everything in the world just flowers in the mirror and moon in the water?"

"My little master Jinghua is so proficient in Buddhist rituals at such a young age. He will definitely be a monk in the future." Hong Chenggong praised.

"Master Hong praised it, but the little monk just listened to the abbot's teachings, and just followed the master's original words." The little monk Jinghua hurriedly said humbly.

"You are polite, Master Jinghua!" The three of them talked along the way. The dull and confident smile of the little novice monk named Jinghua left a deep impression on Hong Chenggong and the others, especially the mystery that Jinghua might have kung fu was deeply imprinted in Hong Chenggong's mind.

"Master Hong, Master Zheng, Zhike Hall has arrived, and the monk has resigned!" Jinghua led Hong Chenggong and Zheng Nansheng to the door of Zhike Hall, and then quietly retreated, not giving Hong Chenggong a chance to learn more about him.

The one who came out to greet them was a middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance but looked comfortable. I guess he was the guest monk who was in Hanlin Temple who was in contact with people.

"Ping monk Xingkong met Mr. Hong, Mr. Zheng!" The monk Heshi, who was aware of the guest, said politely.

"Master Xingkong is polite." Hong Chenggong replied with a smile on his face, thinking that Zhuoba is quite interesting. First, Xiaosha Ni was waiting at the temple gate, and now he asked the monk to welcome him on his behalf. Although he should not do it deliberately, he clearly regarded himself as the master here. He came to see him in the posture of a master, and his purpose was naturally to show himself that he was the master here. Even if he set the time and place of meeting, he was always in the position of a guest. Hong Chenggong had a self-knowledge of this and could not compete with Zhuoba, and Hong Chenggong came to take the lead in the guest.

"The two donors invite the Zhike Hall to serve tea." Xingkong said instructor.

"Hong wants to visit Master Abbot first. I don't know if it's convenient?" Hong Chenggong deliberately looked at Zhike Hall guided by Xingkong.

"Master Abbot has not seen guests for many years, and the temple has always been managed by the monks." A hint of panic flashed in Monk Xingkong's eyes, and he quickly calmed down and said.

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Hong Chenggong's face changed and turned around and said to Zheng Nansheng, "General Zheng, aren't you saying that the abbot in Hanlin Temple is a Taoist monk and treats people generously? You had passed by here a few months ago and talked about Buddhism with him?"

Zheng Nansheng was shocked. What happened a few years ago made Hong Chenggong say a few months ago. Now Zheng Nansheng understood why Hong Chenggong chose him to accompany him. He hurriedly said, "Yes, at that time, I and Master Abbot talked about Buddhism in the Zen room. The master also said that I had a fate with the Buddha. Do I remember that the monk at that time did not seem to be Master Xingkong?"

Xingkong is a monk, and he is not young anymore. He has achieved great success in his word "官网". It is said that scholars can't explain their politeness when they meet soldiers, not to mention that monks meet generals, especially generals who speak lies with their eyes open and do not blink. What's more, Hong Chenggong is a killer in Miaojiang. He can only smile bitterly in his heart and even save his excuses.

At this moment, Zhuoba, who was sitting in Zhike Hall, heard the conversation between the three people outside, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that he was in Zhike Hall, but he refused to come in to meet him. He insisted on going to see Master Abbot. His methods were a bit rogue. He obviously wanted to save face and insisted on going out to see him by himself.

"God General Qi Bing, follow me to meet this Grand Marshal Hong!" Zhuoba stood up and stood up, opened his eyes and said to Qi Bing, who was as heavy as water behind him.

"Yes, military advisor." Qi Bing was like an obedient piece of wood. As he came over, Zhuoba asked him to leave, and stopped, and did whatever he said.

"Zhuoba, a Miao family in Shanye, has seen Grand Marshal Hong!" Zhuoba said to Hong Chenggong with the etiquette of holding his fists as if he had seen him close to his nephew.

"Well." Hong Chenggong's reaction was very cold, and his eyes seemed to have a hint of rebelliousness to look up and down the wise man who was over 60 years old but seemed to be middle-aged.

Zhuo Bao did not seem to take Hong Chenggong's eyes in his eyes, and still looked at the other party with a smile, waiting for the other party's exact response.

"Zhuoba, why don't you kneel down when you see me?" Hong Chenggong suddenly turned cold and shouted at Zhuoba.

These words scared Zheng Nansheng behind Hong Chenggong. Even the ripples appeared on the lake of the heart of the monk Xingkong who had been practicing for decades. Zhuoba changed color slightly, and his smile suddenly solidified. Zhuoba was already arrogant, and no one wanted to kneel down for him again. He reached out to stop Qi Bing who was about to attack behind him and asked calmly: "Master Hong, why did Zhuoba kneel down for you?"

"Since you claim to be from the Miao family in Shanye, and I am the third-rank censor appointed by the court. Since you are a citizen, you will naturally kneel down when you see an official!" Hong Chenggong said as if he were a matter of course.

"This is a temple, not your censor's yamen. In front of the Buddha, everyone is equal. Zhuoba is not a commoner under the rule of the Marshal. Why should I kneel down and worship?" Zhuoba asked with a smile.

Hong Chenggong suddenly smiled and said, "I am confused. This is a Buddhist place. It is not my general's central army tent or the yamen of the Censorate."

Hong Chenggong gave Zhuoba the first impression that he was unruly and a little unreasonable. This was also very irrelevant to his random killing and taking human life. However, Zhuoba didn't understand, and he looked very elegant. Why did Hong Chenggong, who came from a scholarly family, be such a person? Is that true that people should not behave like this?

Zhuoba gave Hong Chenggong the impression that Zhuoba was very arrogant, and he was in his sixties, so competitive, and his eagerness and intelligence were also very powerful, and he was an extremely difficult opponent.

"Four donors, please enter the hall and Rong Ping monks serve tea!" At this time, the guest monk Xingkong inserted into him and said.

"Okay, Master Xingkong, please!" Hong Chengchou stepped into the middle road of Zhike Hall first, and four other men including Xingkong and Zhuoba entered in one after another.

A golden paint was enshrined in the middle of Zhike Hall, with almost the same golden paint, and basically exposed the mud-worn Shakyamuni. There were several simple tributes displayed on the old and unknown tribute cases. Although they were worn out, they were spotlessly cleaned up. It was different from the scene outside the mountain gate. Could it be that the monks in Hanlin Temple only like to refine their internal skills and do not pay attention to the storefront?

"Four donors, please sit!" Xingkong greeted the four people. The sky was getting darker, and Xingkong ordered people to light up the oil lamp in the hall. Without incense, there would be no donation. Hanlin Temple could not afford candles at all. The monks of He Temple went to bed as soon as they were dark. Today is an exception.

After Xingkong lit the lamp and served tea, he left Zhike Hall. He wanted to continue his evening class and leave his space and time to Hong Chenggong and Zhuoba in Zhike Hall.

"I heard that Mr. Zhuo is called a wise man among the Miao people. There is also a strange legend. You keep your eyes closed when you don't speak. Today, the rumors are indeed unreliable!" Hong Chenggong smiled and said to Zhuoba, holding a teacup with a smile.

"The rumor that Marshal Hong is a devil butcher who kills without blinking. I think Marshal Hong looks like a humble gentleman. It seems that the rumor is not credible." Zhuoba replied with a smile.

You and I, just like a couple of friends who have never seen each other for many years are happily reminiscing about the past. Zheng Nansheng asked himself that his talent was not inferior to Hong Chenggong, but if he had to face a person like Zhuoba, he would never be as calm as Hong Chenggong. This is the gap in level.

Hong Chenggong asked questions without reason, Zhuoba responded without any leakage, and he could not tell that both sides were on a fierce opposition. The two talked about everything, and even had no scruples about visiting prostitutes and brothels. Although both sides belonged to different camps, they read from each other's eyes that they were both soulmates and opponents. One was meticulous and meticulous, the other was rigorous in thinking but did not follow the common sense. One was equal, one was equal, one was old and one was young, and they were really going to meet good talents and compete with each other.

The bell at the end of the evening class came, and it was time for the monks in the temple to have supper. Xinghua came to ask Hong Chenggong whether the four of them used vegetarian food in the temple. Hong Chenggong shook his head while Zhuoba nodded. The reason was very simple. The two people belonged to different camps and could not eat in the same pot, at least it was impossible now.
Chapter completed!