The Word of Heaven

Chapter 244 The Autumn Feeling

Pei Jinge has never been known for her gentleness and gentleness.

Of course, she had reason to be angry at this time, but she was the one who said the words about love between men and women, so she could only be speechless.

Yu Sheng stopped looking at her and looked at the pond full of koi again, saying, "As for Gu Zhuo's matter, you don't have to think about it anymore."

Pei Jinge was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "I still don't understand. Gu Zhuo is not only your junior fellow apprentice, but also a native of Qin. He spent the most important years of his life on this land. The people of Wangjing still love him and are proud of him to this day."

"No matter how hard I think about it, I can't imagine that he could take any other stance, and this should also be what the world thinks."

She said, "With a person like this setting up the trap, who would be stupid enough to join in?"

Yu Sheng didn't expect to hear such a sentence in the end.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't give any substantive answers and make things more complicated.

"The Gu Zhuo in Lin Wanyi's eyes, the Gu Zhuo in front of you, and the Gu Zhuo when he was with me, these are three completely different people. None of us has seen all of him, so how can we know what kind of person he is in the eyes of others?"

Pei Jinge was silent for a moment and accepted this reason.

In the darkness of the night, she turned and left.

When she was halfway through the walk, the fluttering hem of her skirt suddenly stopped moving, followed by Pei Jinge's puzzled question.

"In your eyes, Your Highness, what kind of person is Gu Zhuo?"

Yu Sheng was silent for a long time and ultimately did not answer the question.

Not answering is also an answer in itself.

Just like not choosing is choosing.

Then Pei Jinge understood.

To Yu Sheng, Gu Zhuo is a special person.

She thought to herself, what is the basis for this?

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There is no need for historians of later generations to reach a conclusion. Today, everyone living in the capital of the gods can clearly feel that the forty years of the sage's reign will definitely be a special time qualified for the writing of a book.

The sudden death of Her Royal Highness Princess Yu plunged the world into a silent and violent undercurrent. The bloody Zen Buddhist incident on the mountain beside Yunmeng Lake had stained this year with blood in advance. As a result, when dozens of court officials, pushed by many aristocratic families, went to the outside of the palace and wrote a letter to the emperor under the influence of various vital interests, the people living in the capital were not too surprised.

Government affairs are an extremely complicated matter. The struggles between several factions and even the overlapping of power among dozens of people will actually affect the entire world, and this is not a problem that can be perfectly solved by killing people.

No matter how powerful one is in the realm of Yuhua, even if one person can destroy a country, it is impossible for him to rule the world with his will.

Then someone is needed to implement the Emperor's will. Those who uphold this will naturally have the right to speak, because they are essentially the ones who are doing the work.

Therefore, when the joint memorial was sent to the Imperial Study, the Empress was very calm and was not angry because of the words on it.

Everything was as expected.

The memorial quoted classics, listed past events, and praised the summer festival generously. However, it then plummeted to the point of describing the improper practices of recent years with sorrow, and bluntly stated that the summer festival urgently needed reform.

There have been similar memorials in the past, and many young officials have had such ideas. Some of them hoped to take this opportunity to get promoted, while others did so out of passion.

What is different this time from previous years lies not only in the massive scale of the memorial submitted by the ministers, but also in the names written on the memorial.

It is the Wan family of Yangzhou and also the Xie family of Yinping.

There are Cihang Temple and Changle Temple, as well as the Taoist Qingjing Temple.

Even Renjian Jiaoyang and Nanzong of Sword Dao, great practitioners with great reputation all over the world, are among them.

Faced with these names, few people can remain indifferent.

The Queen is one of the very few.

She looked at these names calmly, and finally a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

For some reason, when I looked into her eyes deeply, they seemed to be filled with some regret.

Or rather, it is unsatisfied.

For her, there was still a word missing.

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As the ministers in front of the Qiu Palace submitted petitions, the eyes of the world immediately fell on the Divine Capital, waiting for the reply that His Majesty the Emperor would surely give.

Amidst the noise, few people noticed that Cihang Temple suddenly sent several eminent monks to Yuangou Temple in a low-key manner under the pretext of exchanging Buddhist teachings.

Outside the lecture hall, the generous figure has not appeared in recent days, which has made many people deeply regretful. Even after learning that the master from Cihang Temple will come to preach, they are still in a bad mood.

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The autumn in Yuangou Temple is still hot and dry. Even if the wind blows across the lake, it still cannot bring coolness.

This is especially true of the tea garden outside the temple.

Since that day, Gu Zhuo never went to Yuangou Temple again, and the proposal made by Master Jianxin came to nothing.

He had no doubt that what the monk said was true. As long as he was seriously injured, Yuangou Temple would use this as an excuse to refuse all external affairs and concentrate on treating his injuries until the day he recovered.

The problem was that he was not used to having his life and death in the hands of others.

This choice did not affect his relationship with Yuan Gou Temple.

After learning that he was interested in Buddhist scriptures, Master Jianxin asked Monk Wujiu to bring him many of his own notes. Apart from the fact that they were a little expensive, there was nothing wrong with them.

From a certain perspective, Gu Zhuo's days living in the tea garden were indeed very peaceful.

So much so that when he heard Wugui monk mention the master from Cihang Temple, he was distracted for a moment. "I don't know what Cihang Temple is sending people here for, to cram for Buddha's sake? Well, Yuangou Temple does not have a real Buddha in the world, so it is not qualified for others to hug it, but we are all monks, so why put on such an attitude."

"Also, I don't know what's going on with Chu Jun. He still hasn't replied to my letter."

"It's only been a few years, and you don't even recognize the friendship we had when we ate hotpot together. People really change their minds!"

"Oh, there is something that might interest you. Someone from Cihang Temple is going to give a lecture tomorrow. I'll make some notes for you then. But first of all, this is a paid job~"

The voice of the Immaculate Monk still rang in my ears.

The young monk's ability to talk to himself was never inferior to his natural talent for spiritual practice and he was undoubtedly the best in the world.

Gu Zhuo opened his eyes, took a sip of tea, and said, "No need."

The Immaculate Monk had just mentioned it casually, not caring about his refusal, and was ready to change the subject.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo added a sentence.

"I'll go to the temple then."

"what?"

Monk Wujiu was very surprised, and thought to himself, did you really think that others had forgotten about the incident in the Cihang Dharma Assembly that winter when you caused such a disturbance?

Without waiting to be persuaded, Gu Zhuo said, "Also, I suggest you go to your master's place to copy scriptures tomorrow."

The Immortal Monk was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

Gu Zhuo said very honestly: "If my identity is exposed, then you have concealed it for me for so many days, won't you be severely punished?"

"That's really the truth."

The Immortal Monk subconsciously admired this, then he came to his senses, stood up and asked: "You know that you will be in big trouble if you are exposed, so you dare to go in front of others?!"

Gu Zhuo said: "I didn't say I was going to the lecture hall."

"Since someone has come to Cihang Temple, they probably confirm that I am here."

He said, "If I'm found here and a fight breaks out, your tea will be ruined."

When the monk Wuque heard this, he subconsciously looked towards the garden full of tea leaves, and his heart began to ache in advance.

"You're right, this tea is all my hard work, but..."

The little monk pondered for a long time, and finally found a very reasonable excuse for himself. He said seriously: "But you are very rich, you can definitely afford to compensate me. Besides, my friends are not just you and Chu Jun, but also Lin Wanyi."

Hearing the last name, Gu Zhuo was slightly stunned.

The Immortal Monk looked into his eyes and advised him earnestly, "What I fear most in my life is women. I really don't want Miss Lin to come to my house because of you. You also know that I haven't practiced much recently. What if I can't beat her? It's very embarrassing, okay..."

The little monk's voice became fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

It was quiet under the tea shed.

"Feel sorry."

The Immortal Monk didn't know what he was thinking of, and his voice became a little dry: "You originally came here to seek refuge, but now you are giving me money, and I am still saying these words to you at this time."

Gu Zhuo said: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what you said."

The Immaculate Monk shook his head and said, "That's fine from my perspective. You have always stood higher than me, and you must have your own ideas, just like the summer festival. I shouldn't meddle in other people's business here."

After saying this, the little monk turned and left to make whatever preparations he could for Gu Zhuo.

Whether it's asking the master for mercy or doing something else, we can't stop here.

For some reason, when Gu Zhuo looked at the back of the Immaculate Monk, he felt an inexplicable sense of desolation.

A voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

From autumn.

"Why are your friends always so worried?"

“It seems to be all my fault.”

"So you really can bring bad luck to others."

"Maybe I'm more suited to living alone?"

"You should say this to the girl who likes you."

"next time."

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The day passed in a flash, and the next day the three eminent monks from Cihang Temple arrived at Yuangou Temple on time.

Accompanied by Master Jianxin and others, the great figures of Zen Buddhism did not enter the front temple through the main gate, but went directly into the back temple through the side gate.

The two sides walked slowly in the mountains and forests, enjoying the scenery and engaging in necessary greetings and exchanges, thereby sending a signal that there would be no possibility of internal strife in Zen Buddhism at this turbulent time, and that both sides stood firmly on the same front.

At noon, the three monks had their vegetarian meal and took a short rest before going to the lecture hall to prepare for the Dharma talk.

The monks in the temple are all resting at this time. The picturesque and quiet scenery is peaceful and full of Zen.

From time to time, voices floated out from the lecture hall, with profound meanings.

Listening to the sound of these scriptures, Gu Zhuo walked through the alley beside the temple with ease and headed towards the Zen room.

The three eminent monks in the hall never once looked outside.

According to the news from Monk Wuque, Master Jianxin hopes to meet Gu Zhuo again.

Although he thought this was meaningless, it was not convenient to refuse it outright, so he accepted it.

(End of this chapter)