The Golden Hairpin

The Guangdu Temple where Master Mu Shan is located has the gate on the mountainside, and the main halls are laid up along the mountain level, reaching the top of the mountain. The mountain is steep and the scale of the temple is too big. From halfway up the mountain, the temple is nowhere to be seen, only the yellow walls and houses are layered on top of each other, covering the mountain.

Master Mu Shan is now the abbot of the temple, with deep flowers and trees in the meditation room. There was a spring water behind the house, leaking from between the rocks, gurgling around the Buddhist house.

"Is this the spring water whose eye suddenly became bigger overnight?" Huang Zixian walked to the side of the eye spring and carefully checked the spring eye under the water. I saw traces of cracking in the spring, missing large areas of moss on the surrounding rocks, and gurgling water.

Li Shubai bent down and looked at it with her, and couldn't help but smile. And Huang Zixian also looked back and looked at each other, and whispered: "It really is man-made."

Li Shubai asked in her ear: "Why do almost everyone in Shu County believe in such a crude technique? Even Yu Xuan believes it. Isn't it a dubious thing?"

Huang Zixian glanced at Yu Xuan who was standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree not far away, then looked at the crack in the stone, nodded and said: "Yes, the crack in the crack of the stone, Feng Leng is still there."

The two of them were still watching. The little novice who knew the guest next to him had already come over and said, "This is the first time for the two of you? I must have come to see our mage too? Please look at the two of them. The spring water is a testimony to the boundless power of the mage. NS."

Huang Zixia turned her head to look at him and asked, "I heard, this is the spring that became bigger overnight?"

"Exactly! The previous day Master Mu Shan still said that the spring water was too small. The next morning, I heard the rushing sound in my sleep. When I got up, the water was pouring onto the brick floor! Look, This spring's eyes have been puffing and bursting with water!"

"Did it suddenly appear overnight? It really is a miracle!"

The little novice monk became more proud, and said with a small chest, "Yes! Do you know? Before, Chen Canjun, who was famous in Chengdu Mansion, had a very fierce wife. No one in the whole Chengdu Mansion knew that he was punished by his wife every day. Kneeling, still wearing the chamber pot..."

Chen Shenjun, Huang Zixia had also heard of his deeds at the beginning, so she said with great interest: "Yes, I have heard of this too."

The little novice said triumphantly: "But now, he has turned over at home! Now his wife fears him like a tiger. It is said that she raises her eyebrows every day and kneels to serve her husband!"

Huang Zixian didn't believe in these gods and babbles at all, but he was still excited and asked, "Then what method did the mage use to get her to change her sex?"

"Our master is very powerful. I didn’t beat or scold them. I only asked them to come to the meditation house. They took a cup of clean water and made a pot of tea. When they drank tea, they told them some Buddhist scriptures. With affection, the tigress turned around all at once!"

"Ah! Mage Mu Shan really has a strong mana!" Huang Zixian looked like he believed and admired, "I wonder if there is any miracle?"

"There is one more thing related to General Fan Xichuan Jiedu! This matter is very famous in Chengdu, and everyone knows it!" The little novice monk had his entire face shining, his eyes bright, and said, "At that time, Fan The general’s son was obsessed with a kuki and wanted to take her home. General Fan really had nothing to do with his son, and it was useless to beat and scold him. However, when our mage got out of the horse, with a few words, he completely turned the fan around. He came over, turned and left Kauki behind his head. It can be seen that the Buddhadharma is boundless, washing the soul, the mages' great wisdom and magical power, enough to turn the tide, the prodigal son is turning back, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, my master is pursuing the world..."

Huang Zixia couldn't help interrupting him: "Is Master Mu Shan here?"

"The mage is in the Zen room." The little novice monk had no eyesight at all, and clasped his hands together. "If the donor likes to listen, I will continue to tell you that the vixen in Liujiaxiang turned into a lady, and the unfilial son in Zhenanli turned his head back. , From Yunzhou..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Xuan had already come over there and took them to see Master Mu Shan. Holding a pot of water in his hand, he tapped the concealed door lightly: "How about the Zen master's body? Disciple Yu Xuan asked to see you."

There was a soft sound from inside, with a dry and low voice: "Come in."

Yu Xuan paused, and then said: "The disciples brought two people to see the Zen master. It is Shu County who catches them quickly... Wang Kui and Yang Chonggu."

"Oh..." Mage Mu Shan replied, but did not answer slowly. Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin thought he would say no, who knew he had opened the door and said to them, "The distinguished guests are here, and I have never welcomed them far, please come in."

A few people were seated, and the little novice monk took the spring water from the back of the house and squatted there to make tea.

Master Mu Shan wore a half-old Zen clothes and a string of brightly polished eighteen sons. His beard and hair were all white, but his face was a little gray, with many wrinkles and old age spots.

He has been seven or eighty years old, his eyes squinted at people, but on his old face, the pupils are like the tip of a needle, his eyes pierced on them, almost making people feel hot.

Huang Zixia also put her palms together and bowed to him, thinking in her heart, this old monk, with poisonous eyes, didn't know if he could see anything.

The three were invited inside and sat down to drink tea.

Master Mu Shan and Yan Yueshen asked, "The two catchers seem to have northern accents?"

"Exactly, we came from Chang'an." Huang Zixia said.

"How is the local environment in Beijing? I don't know why the two came to Chengdu Mansion?"

Huang Zixian responded casually: "I heard that the mages also entered Beijing back then, I think Beijing should not have changed much from that year."

"The world is in a hurry, Baiyun Canggu... ten years ago, the old monk entered Beijing, the emperor has just ascended the throne, and now he has been the emperor for more than ten years. The old monk was still tough at the time, but after more than ten years, he is already old. One..." Zen Master Mu Shan said, full of emotion in his laughter.

Huang Zixian naturally said: "The old Zen master is very spirited, and my generation is envious."

The crowd drank tea and said something inconsequential. The old monk is old and immortal, with witty words, Huang Zixia naturally complimented: "No wonder Brother Yu often comes here. The tea from Guangdu Temple and Master Mu Shan are really wonderful and clear."

Master Mu Shan smiled and said, "The donor's words are wrong. The most wonderful thing about Guangdu Temple is not tea and Lao Na."

"Does the master mean the spring water behind the monastery?" Huang Zixian raised his hand and flicked the kettle that Yu Xuan had brought.

Yu Xuanjian mentioned this matter, and then said to Master Mu Shan: "Because this water is going to pay tribute to my righteous parents, so I also asked the Master to recite a scripture to make water clean."

Mage Mu Shan crossed his knees in front of the kettle, counted the eighteen in his hand, and lightly recited the "Printing of the Buddha's Sayings for the Sea Dragon King", which was only two to three hundred characters long, and the chanting was finished at a time. Only his whispering voice can be heard in the Buddhist room, which is full of compassion.

Huang Zixia listened to his scriptures until "all actions are impermanent. Everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self. Perishation is happiness." She couldn't help lowering her eyelashes. For a moment, she was in a daze with thousands of thoughts.

When Master Mu Shan stopped, the sandalwood incense curled in the meditation room, and there was a moment of silence.

Yu Xuan stood up, took the water bottle to thank Master Mu Shan, and left. When he was leaving, his gaze fell on Huang Zixia, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Are you two going with me?"

Huang Zixia slowly shook his head and said, "I will pay homage to Huang Junshou and his wife and son, but not now."

Yu Xuan looked at him silently, saying nothing.

And Huang Zixia said slowly, word by word, "If I can't wash away their grievances for them, what face do I have to meet them? When the case of the Huang family is clear, I will go to the tomb and pay homage to them with the real murderer. !"

Yu Xuan nodded and said in a low voice: "That's how it should be." He stared at her deeply for a long time, and when she saw that she didn't speak anymore, he whispered again: "I'll go to worship first. If you still need me, you can go to Qingyuan. Find me."

After Yu Xuan had gone, Master Mu Shan fixed his gaze on Huang Zixian, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled: "Although the donor is from Chang'an, he seems to attach great importance to the case of Huangjun Shoujia."

Huang Zixia nodded and said, "The second elder of the Huang family is kind to me."

Seventeen years of nurturing grace, now the son wants to raise her but does not wait to kiss her. Looking at the undulating branches in the wind outside the window, deep sadness and sorrow are in her heart.

Master Mu Shan stared at her with a slow and deep voice: "I just don't know... what kind of grace is it?"

Huang Zixia listened to his soft voice, and the gentle and tolerant meaning in it made people involuntarily let go of their defenses, so she looked back at him.

Those eyes that always seemed to be squinted because of old age, on the gloomy face full of wrinkles and age spots, at this moment, it was like a deep hole, which made it difficult for her to look away involuntarily, and seemed to be caught by those eyes. Suck it in.

She was at a loss, and subconsciously said: "It's a great grace from the world..."

Master Mu Shan paused, and then asked, "Your intention is for Huang Junshou's death? Who made you come?"

Huang Zixian looked in a daze, and unconsciously said: "I came for myself, and also for..."

Before she could speak, she suddenly felt the back of her hand hot, she whispered, raised her hand subconsciously, and looked at the back of her hand.

It turned out that when Li Shubai was pouring tea, a small drop of hot tea accidentally splashed on the back of her hand.

The water was very hot, and the back of her hand was a little red. She quickly rubbed the back of her hand, thinking about what Master Mu Shan asked her just now, but her memory was very erratic, and she didn't know whether it was true or false, so she felt a slight pain in her head for a while.

Li Shubai held her wrist through the sleeves, looked at the back of her hand, saw only a little red mark, and said: "Sorry, I just poured the water too fast, I didn't pay attention."

"Haha, this is just brewed tea. The two of you have to be careful when pouring the tea." Master Mu Shan looked as usual, and said, pouring another cup of tea for each of them, and said, "Two donors, please. "

Li Shubai only touched his lips to signal, and then put it down.

Huang Zixian took a deep breath, suppressed the surging doubts in his heart, and echoed: "It really is a good tea, but it doesn't seem to be the tea in Shu. I don't know where the master came from?"

Master Mu Shan nodded, and smiled with a bit of ostentation: "This is Yangxian tea, from Prince Duke."

"Grand Prince?" In Huang Zixian's mind, the gloomy purple-clothed **** suddenly appeared. His face was as pale as ice and snow, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake. King Zongshi, the most powerful **** at the time.

Mage Mu Shan nodded and said, "It is, Lieutenant Shence Army Supervisor, Wang Zongshi."

Huang Zi Xia only felt a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, quickly seeping out at the end of this summer.

She seemed to have a glimpse of the darkest abyss in the world, and she was standing on the top of the abyss, looking down at the cold darkness that was enough to swallow her mercilessly.

"It turns out that the mage and the princes also have contacts." Huang Zixian reluctantly suppressed the strangeness, and smiled.

The corners of Master Mu Shan's drooping eyes moved slightly, revealing a trace of pride: "Don't dare, don't dare, just have seen a few sides."

"The mage came to Beijing more than ten years ago?"

"Exactly, it's been eleven years now." He said, "I entered Beijing in the thirteenth year of Dazhong, and I left Beijing in August of that year."

In August of the thirteenth year of Dazhong, the first emperor Xuanzong passed away.

Huang Zixian calmly asked, "I don't know why the Master went to the capital?"

"At that time, the dragon body of the first emperor did not hesitate, so I summoned dozens of eminent monks from all over to Beijing to pray for the emperor. Fortunately, I was appreciated by the princes, and I was the only monk in the group who entered the palace to meet the saint. "