Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Ning Qi met here suddenly

"There is an order from the clan, let me take you back immediately, regardless of life or death." After Rong Yu said this sentence, he kept silent, only the two sharp eyes under the white eyebrows looked directly, as if expecting something. Although Luo Zhongxia is an idiot, he is not stupid.This guy has always had his eyes on the top, and now he is willing to "condescend" to reveal such important information to him in private. He must have something to ask for, or else he would just arrest him.So he wasn't in a hurry, didn't speak, and waited leisurely with his arms folded.

Seeing that Luo Zhongxia remained silent for a long time, Rong Yu frowned slightly, and said, "I can take you away right now." The Canglang pen began to flourish. Luo Zhongxia grinned: "If that's the case, you would have done it long ago, why wait until now?" There was a one-sided awkward atmosphere in the passage, and only the exhaust fan could be heard whistling.Rong Yu moved her footsteps, her tone was a bit jerky, as if she had been brewing for a long time before reluctantly vomited out: "I have a proposal." "Oh." Luo Zhongxia raised his chin and squeezed out a word lightly, in a good mood.He is used to being in a disadvantaged position, and now he has finally gained the psychological initiative, just like a child who has received lucky money and doesn't know how to squander it.He is only 1.7 meters tall, facing Rong Yu, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, he has to be proud to keep his eyes on each other.

Seeing Luo Zhongxia's appearance, Rong Yu's face stiffened, and he turned and left immediately. When he left, Luo Zhongxia panicked instead.If what Rong Yu said is true, he will be arrested and sent to Wei Zhuang, and his fate is uncertain.Seeing that Rong Yu was about to go far away, he licked his lips and had no choice but to shout: "Hey...you, what's your suggestion?" He yelled three times before Rong Yu stopped, but this time he didn't look back.He had almost walked out of the passage, and only a slender figure could be seen in the semi-darkness, adding a bit of pressure virtually.

"Are you interested in listening?" The tone was cold, with a touch of sarcasm. "Okay..." So Luo Zhongxia's psychological advantage that he had built up with great difficulty just now collapsed. Rong Yu raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "Let's get straight to the point. I can take the risk of disobedience, not arrest you, and continue to help you go to Yunmen Temple to return your pen." "Just say 'but'." Luo Zhongxia hummed. "However..." Rong Yu hesitated for a moment, and deliberately changed the word, "In exchange, I also need something from you."

"what?" "I want Qinglian's posthumous writing." Rong Yu paused every word, and his eyes suddenly condensed from indifference to two sharp spears, which was a kind of firmness after making a great determination. Luo Zhongxia swallowed, feeling his throat was a little dry, "Hey, doesn't this mean you betrayed the Wei family..." "It has nothing to do with you." Melting Feather replied dryly, but his eyes shifted a few centimeters to the low ceiling. "But you already have the Canglang Pen." "so what." "Didn't it mean that a pen official can only have one pen for a lifetime?"

"You can have two pens at the same time, why can't I!" Rong Yu suddenly became excited, and punched the wall of the passageway, his knuckles were red, "Qinglian pen should find its real home." He almost roared, but At the last moment, he finally restrained himself, only staring straight at Luo Zhongxia's chest, as if he wanted to pluck out the Qinglian pen from there. Luo Zhongxia took a step back and quickly waved his hands: "Okay, okay, whatever you want, I'm not interested. I just need to withdraw the pen, and then you can use it as you like... But, ah, How can I promise to withdraw the pen and give it to you? That thing is not bound."

Rong Yu said: "Then you don't have to worry about it, you just need to make sure I'm there when you withdraw the pen." So the two reached out their hands to touch lightly, and then separated quickly, as if they were afraid of being burned.Rong Yu stroked her white eyebrows with her hands, and disappeared into the darkness of the passage.Luo Zhongxia could tell from the movement of his back that this guy just took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, and couldn't help but let out a "reck". ※※※ The next day was a sunny day with a clear blue sky. Yesterday's light rain washed the whole of Shaoxing, and the air was filled with the freshness of the sun after the rain. It was a good day for traveling and fighting.A group of five had a quick breakfast in the town and set off.

Yan Zheng was surprised to find that the atmosphere of this small group was somewhat different from yesterday, but he couldn't say how different it was.Ran Ran also noticed it, she leaned between the two of them and listened for a long time with her head tilted to one side, then retracted her head and said to Yan Zheng: "I can't hear it, I can't hear it..." The two of them bit Lu Lu's ears just like that, Rong Yu stood aside but didn't make a sound to stop them, which made the two of them full of doubts. Yunmen Temple is located in a long and narrow valley at the foot of Qinwang Mountain, 16 kilometers south of Shaoxing City. The distance is not very far, but it is difficult to find, and there is no dedicated tourist bus.They took the No. 156 bus from Shaoxing South Bus Station all the way to Pingjiang Village, then spent 20 yuan in a dilapidated taxi, and drove all the way to a small village called Siqian Village.There is a yellow billboard at the entrance of the village, which reads: "Welcome to Yunmen Temple." There are also some old ladies selling high incense.

The driver said that the car can only drive here, and the rest of the road has to be walked by himself.So the five of them had no choice but to get off the car and entered Siqian Village.The village is small and very quiet. The villagers probably are not surprised by the tourists, and they are busy with their own things slowly. Only a few children are climbing on the wall and staring at them curiously, especially for Rong Yu's white eyebrows. Interested, pointing from time to time.Rong Yu turned to stare at them, almost frightened one of the children and fell off the wall. Passing through the small village, I saw a crystal clear stream gurgling through the back of the village, with a simple stone bridge above it.There is an explanatory sign beside the bridge, which says that the name of the stream is Ruoye River.

Rong Yu read these three words to Ran Ran, and the two nodded in unison.The allusions of Dayu obtaining the heavenly scriptures, Ou Yezi casting swords, Xi Shi picking lotus, and Qin Huang looking at the sea all happened by this stream. The famous lines chanted by poets of all dynasties are also very popular, especially Qi Wuqian's "Spring Flooding" Ruoye River> is the most famous, it is indeed a famous stream in the history of poetry.Luo Zhongxia, Yan Zheng, and Er Zhuzi were at a loss. The three of them did not study much, so they didn't know how important the word "Ruoyexi" was.

However, this is only a tributary of this famous stream entering Qinwangling Mountains. The real opening of the stream is at Nanjishan Bridge, where it has been renamed Pingshui River.However, poets of all dynasties passed by here when they visited Yunmen Temple, so this section of the tributary calls itself Ruoye River, which is not an arrogance. After passing the stone bridge, there is a small road winding into a green valley mouth of Qinwang Mountain, which is green and quiet.I don't know if it's because the publicity is not in place or the traffic is inconvenient. There are not many tourists around here, except for the occasional few locals carrying bamboo baskets. The five of them can be regarded as the only pedestrians at this time. As soon as you enter the mouth of the valley, your eyes are green, the air is immediately clear, and the unique coolness in the mountains makes you feel refreshed.Ran Ran was very happy, and pulled Yan Zheng to tell him about the scene around her. Her brother didn't like to talk, so it was rare for someone to explain it like that.Erzhuzi lived in the north for a long time, rarely saw so many greens, and looked around curiously, only Rong Yu and Luo Zhongxia had their own concerns, and they were silent, and occasionally they looked away quickly. After passing Tiefoshan Pavilion and Wuyun Bridge, the gate of Yunmen Temple finally came into their sight.The five people couldn't help being stunned, they stood there speechless for a while. They originally thought that since Yunmen Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, even if the incense is not flourishing, it should have a splendid atmosphere or a strong sense of history.But the Yunmen Temple in front of me is extremely simple, as if someone randomly piled it up with Lego blocks, and its appearance is not good. A three-bay Qing Dynasty mountain gate is at the front, with "Yunmen Ancient Temple" written on the lintel. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the paint is peeling off. It looks like a giraffe with skin diseases. There are two words "document application" and a string of mobile phone numbers written on it.The entire Yunmen Temple is less than one mile in size, and it is not even comparable to the temples in some medium-sized villages. Standing at the gate, you can see the gray-red back wall of the temple. The five people looked at each other, and all eight eyes showed disappointment. Only Ran Ran dragged Yan Zheng and asked him what the Yunmen Temple looked like. Yan Zheng pondered for a while before replying: "It's like It’s a porridge made from a pot of cheese, rice cakes and 502 glue.” Just at this time, a middle-aged monk came out of the mountain gate with a broom. When he saw a pilgrim coming, he seemed to have seen some rare animal and rushed to meet him.When he got closer, he remembered that he was still holding a broom and it was not easy to salute, so he threw it on the ground casually, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, are the donors here to offer incense?" Yan Zheng pointed with a finger: "This... is Yunmen Temple?" "Exactly. The young monk is the person in charge of the temple, and his dharma name is empty." The monk introduced himself without waiting for him to ask. Yan Zheng glanced again, and muttered in a low voice, "Living in this kind of place, you are indeed quite empty..." "This temple used to be called Yongxin Temple?" Luo Zhongxia interjected unwillingly. Kong Kong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled excitedly: "Oh, oh, I thought no one knew this name. This benefactor is really amazing." He wanted to continue talking, but suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his hand to greet him: "Come on, come on , please come and sit in our temple.” Five people stepped into the mountain gate and entered the temple, which was pitifully shabby.There is only a three-bay Daxiong hall inside the gate, which is no more than four meters high. The tile-red brick building is rough and vulgar.There are a few strands of spider webs hanging on the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Hall, and the offerings are only some waxy fruits. There are a few sticks of decayed incense in the incense burner in front of the door. Even "depression" is not enough to describe it. "If you want to talk about this Yunmen Temple, it used to be quite large in scale. There were several archways alone, such as "Yunmen Ancient Temple", "Zhuoli Yunmen", and there are Biancai Pagoda and Liju Pavilion next to it. It's a pity Ah, then it was all burned down, only the main hall and the mountain gate survived.” Kong Kong led the way and chattered, he probably hadn’t seen Pilgrims for a long time, he was very excited, rapping like a black singer.Ranran shrugged her nose and frowned, she hated this musty musty smell and the heavy dust. "Are you sure this is the only Yunmen Temple here?" Rong Yu interrupted him. "Of course, we are the main temple here." Kong Kong lifted his neck, "There are a few other temples nearby, but those are the Sutra Institute, Shaoyao Institute, and Guangfu Institute that our temple used to have, and they were split off later. Regardless of the small scale of our temple, this seniority cannot be messed up." Seeing that these few people seemed not interested in worshiping Buddha, he guessed in his heart that maybe they were donkey friends who liked to search for ancient relics.So he pointed to the east side room: "If you don't believe me, you can go in here and have a look. There is an ancient monument from the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty called "Recruiting the Temple of Yunmen Temple". , Dong Qichang personally wrote, do you know who Dong Qichang is?" Luo Zhongxia didn't listen to his nagging, but closed his eyes and sensed carefully.This Yunmen Temple looks crude, but he always feels a gloomy air.As soon as Qinglianbi entered the temple, she began to feel a little restless. She almost jumped out several times, but fortunately Luo Zhongxia suppressed her mentally.Rong Yu kept staring at his reaction, with a more nervous expression than Luo Zhongxia. Erzhuzi grabbed Kongkong who was about to open the east chamber door: "We heard that there is a tomb of Tuipi here, which is the remains of a Zen master in the Southern Dynasty. I wonder if it is still there?" Hearing the name of Tubizhong, Kong Kong tilted his head and thought for a while: "You mean Chan Master Zhiyong?" "right." Kong Kong smiled slightly: "It turns out that you are here to look for the relics of famous people, so it's kind. There was a very famous person in this temple back then, even more famous than Zen Master Zhiyong." "Who is it?" Ran Ran asked curiously. "It's Wang Xianzhi, the son of the sage Wang Xizhi. He used to live here in seclusion, and five-color auspicious clouds appeared on the roof. That's why Emperor Jin'an issued an edict to convert this place into a temple and named it Yunmen." Everyone was a little awed, originally thought that this unremarkable Yunmen Temple had something to do with Zen Master Zhiyong, but they didn't expect to have such a deep relationship with Wang and his son. Kong Kong felt that these were not shocking enough, and pointed to the back of the temple, "There is a clear pond in the backyard of our temple, where Wang Xianzhi used to wash inkstones, and it is also an elegant historic site. Would you like to let the monk take you to see it?" "Forget it." Rong Yu coldly refused, "Just show us the way to Tuibi Tomb." This time everyone agreed with his opinion, the emptiness was too long-winded. Kong Kong shrunk his neck, closed the east chamber door again, and replied resentfully: "Uh uh... well, you go out from behind the temple, turn left along the path, walk about two or three miles, there is a pagoda forest in the depression, The Tubi Tomb is there. The monk still has the responsibility of protecting the courtyard, so I can't accompany you." Seeing that these people had nothing to gain, his attitude was not so positive, which fell into Rong Yu's favor. After the five people left, Kong Kong walked back to the entrance of Yunmen Temple, picked up the broom that was thrown on the ground, sighed, and continued to sweep the floor.After sweeping a few times, suddenly there were several footsteps in the distance.He looked up and saw three people coming from Wuyun Bridge in the distance.On the left is a young man with short hair, capable and gloomy, his head is like a skull wrapped in a thin layer of fleshy skin, with sharp edges and corners; the man on the right is tall and tall, wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a rather big nose; The long-haired beauty is just too pale and lifeless, which adds a bit of anger to the exquisite facial features. All three of them were wearing black straight suits, their shoulders swung wildly in their walking posture, and they looked menacing. They didn't look like tourists, but looked like gangsters seeking revenge.Seeing the emptiness, I was so frightened that the broom in my hand fell to the ground again. The three of them came to Yunmen Temple, took off their sunglasses with big noses, looked around, and raised their noses: "That's right, Canglang Pen and Qinglian Pen were still here just now, but they have left now." "Where's Mr. Fang's finishing touch pen?" the woman asked. "Hmm... the breath is not very obvious, but it must be here." The woman's eyes moved, she went straight to Kong Kong, and shouted: "Did five people come here just now?" Kong Kong was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly, and before they could ask any further questions, he said consciously, "They went to the Tubi Tomb in the back mountain." "Tubi Tomb?" The woman raised her eyebrows. "That's right, it's the tomb of Zen Master Zhiyong. Zen Master Zhiyong is the seventh grandson of Wang Xizhi. Because he practiced calligraphy diligently, he used up many brushes. He collected these waste brushes and buried them in the Pagoda Forest, named..." "Shut up." Ou Zilong stared, cutting off his chatter. Zhuge Yihui touched his nose, "Tuibi Tomb... What are they doing here?" "Whatever they do, let's go there." Nineteen said coldly. Zhuge Yihui stopped her: "Nineteen, don't act rashly, there are five people on the other side." "With Zilong and the two of us here, what are you afraid of!?" "The kid with the Qinglian pen doesn't seem to be awakened yet, but his ability should not be underestimated; the power of the Canglang pen is no small matter. The other three people don't know the truth, and we are actually at a disadvantage." Zhuge Yihui has always planned before acting, Don't take risks lightly. Nineteen said angrily, "Should we just watch them wander around?" Facing this younger sister who wanted to avenge Fang Bin, Zhuge Yihui didn't know how to persuade her. "I don't think so." Ou Zilong suddenly said from the side, "The pen official of Qinglian's posthumous pen is a half-hearted man, and he is not good at times; the thick eyebrows and the little girl don't have pen skills, so it's not enough. fear; the only thing to be wary of is the Canglang Pen and the other one.” "From the characteristics of that one, it should be a thrush pencil. It is said that it is of the healing system and has no combat power." Zhuge Yihui added. Ou Zilong rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile: "Yes, in this way, the strength of the enemy and us is actually about the same, and we can fight." Nineteenth wondered: "Zilong, why do you know them so well? Have you seen them before?" Ou Zilong shook his head: "I've never seen it before, I just observed carefully, and I can see some clues." Afraid that Shijiu would continue to ask this topic, he waved his hand to signal the two of them to approach him, and whispered: "I have a plan..." Their voices became lower and lower, Kong Kong, who was standing stupidly next to him, saw the stalwart young man sweeping himself from the corner of his eyes from time to time, and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the mountain behind Yunmen Temple, and saw a group of chickadees flying out from the shade of the forest and scattered in all directions.At some point in the distant mountain depression, a dark cloud floated over, which happened to be the sky above the Yunmen Pagoda Forest. "Amitabha..." Kong Kong couldn't help pinching the beads on his neck.