Chapter 95 Tea in the Queen of Wenshu Palace

In the past, Mrs. Zhen was only burning incense and worshipping a Buddha in a small rural temple. She had never seen such a lively scene before. Even though she was frightened, she couldn't help but say, "Why are there so many people?"

Zhen Yiyun was afraid that she would back off at this time, so he hurriedly interjected: "Since you want to burn incense and make money, you must always find the most effective place. I'm afraid my grandmother doesn't know that this Tzu Chi Temple is famous even in Beijing. Look at the words on the wall—this is the imperial pen of Emperor Taizong."

Madam Zhen really looked at the crowd and wanted to change places, but when she heard Zhen Yiyun's words, she became interested, and she couldn't help but ask, "Really or not? Why did the emperor remember to inscribe this temple?"

Zhen Tingyun had already believed it a bit: the characters on the wall were not calligraphy, but they were left behind, which is unusual. She had guessed earlier that the person who left the letter must have an extraordinary identity. Now when listen to Zhen Yiyun's explanation, feel that this word is quite imposing, which is exactly the identity of Emperor Taizong.

Zhen Yiyun glanced at Mrs. Zhen who was full of disbelief and Zhen Tingyun who was thoughtful, and cursed twice in his heart as a "bumper".

However, after scolding and scolding, thinking about the various arrangements in the temple, Zhen Yiyun did not dare to be angry, but instead explained with a smile on his face and explained in a gentle and soft voice——

"I heard that during the Taizong Dynasty, Empress Sun was bedridden due to the pain of losing her daughter. Because Empress Sun believed in Buddhism, Taizong invited many famous monks into the palace to preach sutras and pray for blessings, so as to relieve Empress Sun's pain of losing her daughter. At that time, Tzu Chi Temple The abbot Yuanbei is also going to enter the palace, just because he has the word sad in his Buddha name, and Empress Sun is sick because of sadness. Angry, I only told the palace servants about the Buddhist 'three great griefs' - love-seeing sympathy, dharma-related sympathy, and the same body sympathy. When the palace staff heard it, they were deeply moved, weeping and regretting... Monk Yuanbei and Empress Sun again When discussing Buddhism, Empress Sun burst into tears. Emperor Taizong almost questioned Monk Yuanbei for this, but Empress Sun spoke highly of Monk Yuanbei's profound Buddhist teachings, which made her feel wide. Fang Cheng's story..."

As a modern person, Zhen Yiyun certainly doesn't believe this. He thinks that it was probably made up by the predecessors, or at least it was exaggerated - what palace people embarrass people because of the "sorrow" of the Buddha's name, and what palace people hear about the three Buddhist traditions Dabei cried and felt remorse, why did Empress Sun feel wide-minded after listening to the Buddhist scriptures... It's basically a twist and turn in modern editing, and only the ignorant Mrs. Zhen and the eyelids like Zhen Tingyun Shallow will believe.

Thinking of this, Zhen Yiyun glanced at Zhen Tingyun and Mrs. Zhen again.

Sure enough, the two of them had heard this legendary story, and when they looked at the words on the screen of the Tzu Chi Temple, their eyes were completely different.

Mrs. Zhen immediately didn't think there were too many people - after all, it was a famous ancient temple with a history, and there was an emperor who wrote a pen. Of course, the incense was booming, no wonder there were so many people! Burning incense has to come to such a place.

Thinking of this, Madam Zhen smiled and instructed her servants to find a place to stop the carriage, and happily took care of her grandson and granddaughter to get down: "It's not easy to delay, the more delays there are, the more people you have to leave quickly!"

Zhen Tingyun was also a little curious, so he got out of the car and looked back and forth.

In fact, when you get out of the car and walk, you will find that there are not as many people as you imagined. The front of the Tzu Chi Temple is large, and a section of the bluestone road in front of the temple is generally not allowed to pass by horses and carts, and you can only walk on your feet. That's why the carriages are all stuffed at the gate of the temple, and the big families come with several carriages from the whole family. Such a crowd naturally looks crowded, as if they are all people. But when Zhen Tingyun and his party got off the car and walked for a while to the bluestone road in front of the Tzu Chi Temple, they realized that there were not as many people walking on the road as they had imagined.

Several servants arranged by Mrs. Pei had already received orders, and they were very careful to protect them, for fear that the old lady or the girl and brother would be crushed.

Zhen Tingyun also rarely came to this ancient temple in Beijing. As he walked and watched, he smiled.

It turns out that there are many people selling things on both sides of the bluestone road, most of which are incense candles or tributes that can be used to burn incense and worship Buddha. Because today is the Double Ninth Festival, there are also wives who are selling two baskets of chrysanthemums or flower cakes.

As she walked away, Mrs. Zhen said that she was very experienced in educating her grandchildren: "Let's live and save the province, but some places can't be saved! Especially this incense candle tribute, it's not good to be cheap-these are sold at the entrance of the temple. Although it's cheaper than the temple, it certainly doesn't have the efficacy of the temple! What is this called... Well, you get what you get for every penny! We are all here, and we can't begrudge our money at this critical moment, we have to spend it practically. The Bodhisattva sees our devotion."

I have to say, Mrs. Zhen is so stingy, it is quite remarkable that she can say "the province belongs to the province, but some places cannot be saved".

Zhen Tingyun secretly complained in his heart, and naturally he didn't notice that when a few people entered the temple gate, Zhen Yiyun and one of the acquaintance monks looked at each other.

Zhen Yiyun had already heard about the various arrangements from the eunuch, and since he got off the bus, he paid extra attention, pretending to be curious and looking around. Entering the door at this time, she naturally noticed the very meaningful gaze of Zhike Monk.

Zhen Yiyun nodded vaguely to the person, then lowered his head, staring at the pearl on his toes, as if shy. At the same time, her right hand hidden in her sleeve was quietly grasping the small sachet in her sleeve pocket—last night, she quietly poured all the spices in the sachet into the incense burner, and then put the The "secret medicine in the palace" packed in a small paper bag was put into it.

While bowing her head, Zhen Yiyun was even more terrified: even a famous ancient temple like Tzu Chi Temple could be installed in people, the so-called noble person in the palace may be more powerful than she imagined, and it may even be... ...Zhen Yiyun didn't dare to think about it any longer, but the guilt in her heart was indeed much less: the people behind the scenes are so powerful, they can be called hands and eyes, even if they don't do it by themselves, it is estimated that these people can have other ways. Let's start, shall we? So, it's really not her fault.

Once people make up their minds, it is always easy to find various reasons for themselves to convince themselves.

Zhen Yiyun only made up his mind last night. He had struggled a bit before, but after a night, there was only a little bit of guilt left. Even now that she has met this monk, her thoughts are running around in her heart, and even the guilt is gone, and even a little more natural and disgusting - she will do this, most of which are forced by circumstances, is forced. Now that think about it, if Zhen Tingyun hadn't offended the nobles in the palace, why would she be forced to do it?

After all, it's all Zhen Tingyun's fault-how noble is the status of the nobles in the palace, if Zhen Tingyun angered others, how would he be targeted? In other words: Why don't people want to hurt others and have to hurt Zhen Tingyun? There must be something wrong with Zhen Tingyun himself.

So, Zhen Yiyun put his heart back completely, followed the entrance to drink the entrance tea of ​​Tzu Chi Temple, and then followed the monks to the place where the female relatives rested in the backyard.

Although the folk customs of this dynasty are open, and the defense of men and women is not very strict, most of the Taoist temples are quiet places, and the male and female guests are also separated. There are no male guests in the backyard, at most six pure monks Occasionally passing by, they all adhere to the "see no evil" rule, and don't even glance at the wind - this is one of the reasons why Zhen Yiyun is sure that the other party is the person to meet when he meets the eyes of the Zhike monk.

Because Mrs. Zhen and her group didn't come very late, except for some of the rooms that were already reserved and occupied, there were still a few rooms left in the backyard for the Zhen family to set foot on.

Mrs. Zhen led the people in, and after sizing it up, she was satisfied, and immediately asked the servants to put their things in the wing and clean them up carefully.

Mrs. Zhen herself was the acquaintance monk who led the way, and kept asking many questions, such as "How many halls are there in your temple?" "Which bodhisattvas are dedicated to?" "Is there Guanyin?" "Tribute Where can I buy it?" "What is the price of incense oil?" "What is the price of vegetarian food in the temple?"

Knowing the guest monk is used to seeing people, even if Mrs. Zhen is a little bit tricky and tricky, she doesn't think it's embarrassing.

Madam Zhen was very satisfied after listening to the introduction of Zhike Monk, and asked someone to pay fifty taels of silver to buy some tributes from the temple, leaving the maid and the old lady in the wing to look at the things she brought, and she took it. The grandchildren went to the Manjusri Bodhisattva Hall, and only two little girls were around to help hold the purchased tribute.

They went to the Manjusri Bodhisattva Hall first. They saw that the hall was spacious and bright, with five rooms wide and three Baoshas on the back. The door of the hall is wide open, and the roof of the hall is covered with glazed tiles, because it is almost noon, and the golden sunlight can be seen falling on the three-color glazed tiles.

On the top of the temple gate, there are three gold characters on black background "Wenshu Hall". There is a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right: the Dharma body has no going, no coming, living in the still light and does not move;

Madam Zhen looked at it from a distance and sighed: "Don't say, the temples in Beijing are different! It's really stylish!" Compared with the small places in the countryside, it must be more effective.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhen hurriedly greeted her grandchildren to visit and said, "Manjushri is only in charge of reading. When you are working hard now, you should not pay more respects."

In fact, Mrs. Zhen wanted to ask her grandson to say goodbye more - after all, the grandson was going to study in the imperial examination, but the two granddaughters had already been admitted to the women's school and were waiting to graduate. However, because Zhen Tingyun was there, Mrs. Zhen didn't have the embarrassment to say this, so she quietly pulled her grandson and asked him to follow.

When Zhen Tingyun heard this, he remembered the joint entrance examination between the two schools that he had just completed not long ago, so he also obediently took the tribute in, ready to pay his respects - she should also be regarded as praying to Buddha's feet after the test, I hope she will do this. The ranking of the joint entrance examination between the two schools can be improved to a higher level.

Zhen Yiyun was more concerned about the next arrangement, thinking about how he would put the medicine into Zhen Tingyun's diet. Of course, if it's not enough to just prescribe medicine, the eunuch told her at the time...

Thinking of the important point, I suddenly heard Zhen Hengzhe exclaiming, "Big sister, be careful with your feet!"

Zhen Yiyun thought seriously, and after hearing the sound, she slowly lowered her head to look, and then she tripped over the threshold under her feet. She didn't even have time to react, and she fell directly to the ground.

Because everyone was walking ahead, only Zhen Yiyun was at the end because of thinking about the matter. At this time, everyone couldn't help, and only heard a "pop", and Zhen Yiyun fell down.

Apparently it fell hard.

Even if Mrs. Zhen didn't like this eldest granddaughter, she was still her own flesh and blood. She felt pain when she heard the sound, and hurried up to help her up. While she was distressed, she patted the dust off her body and said to her: "How do you walk like this? Even if you can't see such a big threshold, you can still fall? But it's not because your heart is not sincere, and the Bodhisattva sees it out and asks you to fall?"

Zhen Yiyun fell head down, and his forehead was swollen, and his pretty nose was red, as if the bridge of his nose was just about to be broken. The whole person was smashed to the ground, and he was very embarrassed.

Zhen Yiyun covered her face, feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable, but hearing such mean words from Mrs. Zhen made her feel even more embarrassed. For a time, she couldn't even speak, she just lowered her head, her jet-black eyelashes swept down, and tears fell down like a broken thread.

Seeing her weeping, Mrs. Zhen also felt that she had lost her words, and she closed her voice. After a while, she asked with concern: "It hurts so much, why don't we stop praying to Buddha first and ask someone to take you to take medicine?"

Zhen Yiyun covered her swollen forehead with one hand and her nose that hurt from falling with the other, wishing she could cover her entire face. She was feeling uneasy in her heart, and she burst into tears, but at this time, she was moved when she heard what Mrs. Zhen said. Now that she had the idea, she choked again, and then whispered: "It's rare to come to Tzu Chi Temple, so it's not good to disturb the big event like burning incense and worshiping the Buddha because of my business. Brother Heng went in to worship Manjushri, and asked Tingyun to take me to the side to wash and rest for a while?"

Madam Zhen thought about it for a while, and also felt that her grandson's study was a major event, and her eldest granddaughter was rare and sensible, so it was not easy to refuse. Thinking like this, she subconsciously glanced at Zhen Tingyun and asked Zhen Tingyun's meaning.

Zhen Tingyun nodded and took the initiative: "I'll take the big sister back out."

Although she didn't know what Zhen Yiyun meant by referring to her at this time, she didn't think that someone like Zhen Yiyun would make such a big fall in order to plot against her. With a face, naturally he is not afraid of the other party's sour words.

Zhen Yiyun couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard the words. She raised her head slightly and glanced at the acquaintance monk who had met her eyes. She covered her face and whispered, "I also ask the master to help us lead the way, and find a place nearby for us to wash and rest."

The acquaintance monk returned a salute and replied, "The female benefactor is very polite."

He raised his hand, pointed to a location, and said with a smile, "Please come this way..."

Zhen Yiyun walked in the direction he pointed, and Zhen Tingyun had to step up to keep up, and casually spoke to the acquaintance monk: "I don't know the name of the master?"

The monk who knows the guest should be polite: "The poor monk's name is Huitong."

Zhen Tingyun bowed to him: "It turned out to be Master Huitong."

Huitong hurriedly shook his head: "The hostess is polite..."

While speaking, Huitong had led the two of them down the path in the temple, walked to the door of a wing, opened the door and invited them in: "The shabby room is cramped, please don't dislike the female benefactor."

Zhen Tingyun glanced at it and saw that there were still seats in the room, but he didn't feel it was small, he just smiled: "It's enough."

Zhen Yiyun covered his face and rushed forward, looked left and right, and suddenly asked: "Is there any water?

Huitong said: "I also ask the two female donors to rest for a while, and the poor monk will go to fetch water."

Zhen Tingyun felt very embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he said, "I'll go with Master, and I'll come back with water, so that Master can go back and forth."

Zhen Yiyun was thinking about sending Zhen Tingyun, but at this time, he heard that he would not stop him, but instead snorted twice: "If you want to go, go quickly!"

Zhen Tingyun became more and more aware that Zhen Yiyun's words and deeds were weird today - Zhen Yiyun always pays attention to her image and manners when she is outside, not to mention that she fell inexplicably today. It stands to reason that even if she really fell, she would definitely look at outsiders like Zhikeseng. Are you still going to dress up? Why be so sarcastic?

Zhen Yiyun had doubts in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, but still apologised to the monk who knew the guest: "My sister just fell and is in a bad mood. I also ask Master not to take offense."

"The hostess is very polite." Huitong nodded slightly and led Zhen Tingyun to fetch water from the well in the courtyard.

Zhen Tingyun thought about the strangeness of Zhen Yiyun's talent, and inevitably became suspicious of this Huitong - Zhen Yiyun always pretended to be in front of outsiders, so what if this Huitong was not an outsider? She was alert in her heart, and her face was still full of smiles, and she asked like gossip: "I see Master Huitong, you are not very old, why did you become a monk?"

Huitong nodded and replied, "The poor monk was thrown on the edge of Dongshan Mountain when he was young, and was taken back to the temple by his master. He grew up in the temple since he was a child. He thought it was because of the Buddha's fate, and he should devote himself to cultivating Buddha..."

Zhen Tingyun gave a "uh" and followed him all the way. Suddenly, he looked up at the linden tree in the courtyard. He seemed to be attracted by the lush branches. It's small, I see that the trunk is thick enough to hug..."

Huitong explained to her: "The two Bodhi trees are both gifted by Emperor Taizong, and it is indeed many years." After a pause, Huitong asked her again, "The female donor must have seen Emperor Taizong on the wall when she came. The imperial pen, right?"

Zhen Tingyun nodded, his suspicions a little lessened: ordinary people should only know about Emperor Taizong's royal pen inscription, and the temple probably knows about things like the Bodhi tree. Furthermore, if he was really picked up and raised in a temple since he was a child, he would be less likely to hook up with people......

However, Zhen Yiyun's strangeness still left an impression in her heart. Zhen Tingyun didn't say much, and then pointed to a few scenes in the temple and asked Huitong.

Huitongguo is familiar with his heart and speaks in a eloquent manner. Sometimes he tells some interesting stories in the temple or old classics, and the fruit gradually makes people let go of their doubts.

The two soon arrived at the well, and a few young novices were fetching water. When they saw Huitong and Zhen Tingyun, they quickly put down the buckets and came to greet them. They were all called "Master Huitong" by Guan Huitong. disciples of the lower generation.

Zhen Tingyun already believed that Huitong was a real monk, so he turned his suspicions back to Zhen Yiyun.

Huitong asked for a small half bucket of water from the little novice, and asked with a smile, "Can I bring it back for the female benefactor?"

"No need." Zhen Tingyun was really not used to being too troublesome when he was going out. Thinking that the road was not far, he said, "I remember the road, and it's not far, so I won't bother Master Huitong."

Huitong did not force it, and he held hands and bowed to Zhen Tingyun.

Zhen Tingyun then walked away with the bucket.

When she was completely gone, the smile on Huitong's face was put away, and the kind-looking face was expressionless. He thought for a while, then turned his head slightly and said to a handsome young novice next to him: "You run for me, go and talk to your uncle Huiwen, and say it's almost time, and people have arrived, call He made a little preparation and hurried to the old place to 'run errands'."

The little novice didn't know what to do, but he still carefully wrote down his words and nodded in response.

Huitong waved his hand and said jokingly: "Go quickly, run fast, or you won't have lunch."

Hearing this, the little novice didn't dare to delay any longer, so he went to look for his "Uncle Huiwen".

Huitong stood by the well and thought about the matter from the beginning, and felt that there should be nothing wrong with it: people have been brought to the old place, as long as Zhen Yiyun prescribed the medicine, Huiwen went in and became a thing... After a pause, he again Thinking of Mrs. Zhen and her group, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried to the Manjusri Bodhisattva Temple - at least before the matter was completed, he had to try to appease Mrs. Zhen and his group, so as not to make them mess up and break things.

There are two flowers, one on each side.

Zhen Tingyun was suspicious that Zhen Yiyun was coming, and it took some time to bring the water back. When she returned to the slightly cramped house, she saw Zhen Yiyun sitting at the table and fiddling with the cups.

Seeing Zhen Tingyun bringing water in, Zhen Yiyun hurriedly put down the tea cup he was playing with, put the tea cup on both sides, got up and greeted him with a smile, and said, "It's trouble for the second sister, the second sister sit down first, I will wipe it first. a handful..."

After saying that, she took the bucket of water from Zhen Tingyun, took out the handkerchief and threw it into the water, twisted it, and wiped her face carefully against the reflection on the water.

Because Zhen Yiyun just fell very hard in the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall, her bright and delicate forehead was also red and swollen, and it seemed to be a little broken. Evil, almost didn't call out.

Zhen Tingyun watched with all his time, but in his heart he guessed what Zhen Yiyun's idea was.

After finally wiping the dust off his face, Zhen Yiyun threw the wet handkerchief in his hand back into the bucket and said with a smile, "I just asked someone to serve a pot of tea, and my second sister must be thirsty all the way. Now, why don't we have a drink together?"

Before Zhen Tingyun responded, Zhen Yiyun raised his hand, lifted the tea lid, poured a cup of hot tea with the teapot, and pushed it carefully in front of Zhen Tingyun.

Zhen Tingyun looked down at the brown tea soup, but did not reach out for a while.

Seeing this, Zhen Yiyun sighed faintly: "Why doesn't the second sister drink it, is it possible that you are afraid that I will give... medicine?"

Zhen Tingyun leaned on the chair, put his hands around his chest, and looked directly at Zhen Yiyun: "What if I said yes?"

Zhen Yiyun shook his head and laughed: "Second sister, you are really good at joking, although I have some disputes with you on weekdays, but in the end we are also close sisters, breaking the bones and connecting the tendons, if something happens to you, am I the elder sister? What benefits can I get?" She looked at Zhen Tingyun as if she was looking at a willful child, and her voice was very helpless, "How could I...medicine you?"

Zhen Tingyun still looked at her without speaking.

Zhen Yiyun simply picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, and said unhappily, "I said I would drink with you, could it be that I will poison myself?"

Having said that, Zhen Yiyun took a sip of the tea cup, then put down the tea cup and looked at Zhen Tingyun.

When the tea cup was placed on the table, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and Zhen Yiyun was obviously also a little angry, so he used some strength in his hands.

That is, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk".

Zhen Yiyun was full of nervousness, but at this moment she was startled when she heard the sound, and turned her head towards the door with a pale face.

However, Zhen Tingyun had an idea. Taking advantage of Zhen Yiyun's turn back, she neatly dropped the tea cup in front of the two of them. Although she didn't want to drink Zhen Yiyun's saliva, who knew that Zhen Yiyun was the real drinker? Or did something move on the teacup? It's better to be careful about this.

At this moment, the knocking on the door stopped, followed by a "squeak", as if someone pushed the door in.

Zhen Tingyun just changed the tea cup, and at this time he also pretended to look up.

However, when she saw the face of the person who came, she couldn't help but be surprised.