White tea legend

Chapter 146 Escape from Marriage
Midsummer, the Great Wall of Huzhou.

The Xie Mansion is resplendent and filled with guests.

This day was the wedding of the only son of the Xie family. The entire mansion was decorated like a fairyland on earth, with colorful lanterns hanging high and silk and satin covering the sky.

The sedan chair has been waiting in front of the door for a long time. The gongs and drums are noisy, but there is a hint of ominous atmosphere in the joyful sound. The groom, Xie Qingzhou, has been talented and handsome since he was a child. However, at this moment, he has disappeared and no one knows his whereabouts.

The entire Xie Mansion was in chaos. Servants were running around looking for her. The bride was sitting in a sedan chair. No one could see her face under the hijab, but her trembling hands revealed her inner fear. Mr. Xie's face turned pale, his wife burst into tears, relatives and friends talked a lot, and various speculations and rumors spread.

Some people said that Xie Qingzhou was kidnapped by his enemies; some speculated that something unexpected happened to him; some even whispered in secret, could this escape from marriage be premeditated?
Regardless of whether the escape from marriage was premeditated or not, it is a definite fact that the husband of the Xie family escaped from marriage.

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Yellow dust billows on the official road from Huzhou to Chang'an.

A carriage bumped along the winding ancient road. The body of the carriage was slightly old, but still sturdy. Sitting in the car was a richly dressed gentleman and his servant.

Lang Jun is in his early twenties, with a face like a crown jewel and clear eyebrows. His green shirt is blowing in the wind, giving off a bookish air. His family background is prominent, he is the twelfth grandson of Xie An, a famous general of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the tenth grandson of Xie Lingyun, a poet of the Southern Dynasties.

Therefore, Lang Jun has read poetry and books since he was a child and is knowledgeable.

However, Lang Jun was not interested in official career and fame, but he had a strong interest in Buddhism. Especially the yearning for Master Xuanzang is like yearning for a pearl, traveling day and night just to catch a glimpse of his majestic face.

The servant next to him is named Mu Bai. He is tall and has a kind face. He is dressed in green clothes. Although he has been baptized by wind and frost, he is still neat and orderly. Mu Bai has followed Mr. Xie Jiajun since he was a child, and the two of them are like brothers. No matter how the world changes, he will always stay by Mr. Xie Jiaren's side silently and loyally.

They were heading towards Chang'an, the capital of the Li Dynasty.

"Lang Jun, the world is huge. Since Lang Jun has escaped from the shackles, why did he only choose Chang'an to travel?" Mu Bai asked his husband in confusion.

How did Mu Bai know that Xie Langjun admired Master Xuanzang and hoped to get his Buddhist guidance? There are two major temples in Chang'an, Ximing Temple and Daci'en Temple, which were the centers of Buddhist culture in the Li Dynasty and where Master Xuanzang translated scriptures. Therefore, countless scholars come here, hoping to get Buddhist guidance here.

Daci'en Temple was built by royal order of the Li Dynasty and is one of the most famous and magnificent Buddhist temples in Chang'an City. Master Xuanzang presided over the translation work here, which lasted ten years.

After that, Master Xuanzang conducted a one-year translation work in Ximing Temple.

Master Xuanzang translated 1335 volumes of classics successively, leaving a precious Buddhist cultural heritage for the Li Dynasty.

Now, Master Xuanzang is already seventy years old. Xie Langjun hopes that he can convert to Buddhism in his lifetime, preferably under the disciples of Master Xuanzang, so he has to go to Chang'an to escape from the marriage.

Xie Langjun has been familiar with the deeds of Master Xuanzang since he was a child. Every time he reads the story of Master Xuanzang's journey to the west, he feels infinite admiration in his heart. He knew that only by going to Chang'an in person could he have the opportunity to get close to the master and appreciate his profound Buddhist practice.

As the carriage bumped, Xie Langjun's thoughts also wandered. He imagined the splendor of Ximing Temple, the solemnity of Daci'en Temple, and even more imagined that he could meet that eminent monk in these holy places.

In his hand, he holds a volume of the Diamond Sutra, which is a treasure he has carried with him for many years and is also a proof of his belief in Buddhism.

Mu Bai looked at Xie Langjun's expression and knew the expectation and excitement in his heart. Although he didn't understand Buddhism, he could feel Xie Langjun's piety. In order to allow the owner to have a more comfortable journey, he drove the carriage carefully to minimize bumps.

On the way, they passed countless villages, rivers and hills. Everywhere he went, Mu Bai would stop and let Xie Langjun get out of the car to rest, while also adding some food and water. Xie Langjun did not dislike the hardship of the journey, but felt that it was a spiritual experience.

However, Xie Langjun was a boy from a wealthy family. He did not experience the hardships of these journeys on weekdays, and he fell ill within a few days. The house leaked and it rained continuously all night. During the journey, which was nowhere to be found, there was thunder in the sky, and a heavy rain was approaching.

Mu Bai was driving, carrying Xie Langjun. Just when he was wondering what to do, a wild temple appeared in front of him.

Surrounded by peaks, deer can be seen in the deep forest.

An abandoned ancient temple, independent of an ancient road overgrown with weeds. The temple is simple and dilapidated, with moss eroding the stone steps. The two stone lions in front of the door have been eroded by wind and rain, but are still closely guarded. The brackets under the eaves are arranged in an orderly manner, and the wind chimes sway in the breeze, making a faint tinkling sound. Among the ruins and broken walls, mottled murals are looming, telling the dusty past. Surrounded by towering ancient trees, birds chirping and insects singing, adding a bit of vitality to this neglected wild temple.

Although it is a wild temple, it is a place to take shelter from the rain.

So, Mu Bai stopped the carriage in front of the wild temple, supported the dying Xie family husband, and entered the temple gate.

Inside the temple, the light is dim and the statues are faded and mottled, but the former majesty is vaguely visible. The incense table was covered with dust and a few sticks of residual incense seemed to be traces left by travelers in the past.

Xie Langjun leaned against Mu Bai and coughed heavily due to the rotten smell in the temple.

The sound of coughing woke up a person huddled in the corner of the temple: "Who?"

Following the man's voice, the fire was blown, and the flame quickly ignited.

By the light of the fire, the master and the servant could see clearly that the man was a young man, and a young monk.

The cassock on his body was in tatters, and his bald head had some hair growing out, but this did not detract from his handsome appearance. Although his face looked a bit sleepy, there was an innocence and purity between his brows.

By the light of the fire, he saw the appearance of the husband of the Xie family. He hurriedly lit the candlestick with the fire in his hand, gently rolled up his sleeves, adjusted his cassock, and hurriedly came over to greet him: "The donor is very ill."

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When Xie Langjun woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

After taking the herbal medicine prepared by the young monk, he fell into a drowsy state and slept all night and half a day.

"How do you feel, donor?" The young monk sat on a straw mat nearby with a package beside him.

"It's much better. My throat no longer hurts, I don't cough anymore, and my stomach doesn't hurt anymore..." Xie Langjun touched himself all over and felt much better, "Little master, what did you give me?"

"Ji'ercha."

"Is that black tea or green tea?" Xie Langjun opened his eyes in surprise, "I have never heard that tea can cure diseases."

“It’s not the catechu you think it is, but a kind of medicinal herb with green leaves, elegant flowers, and a unique flower shape that looks like a child’s face, so it’s also called catechu. It can be used as medicine and has the effects of clearing away heat, detoxifying, reducing swelling and relieving pain. "

After listening to the young monk's explanation, Xie Langjun scratched his head and asked, "Why do I remember that Ji'ercha is a kind of tea?"

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