After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 66

Miaohua Temple stands in the middle of the cloud peaks, and the prosperous incense burns the Miaohua Temple, which has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, into a bit of solemnity.

But looking at it from a distance, it looks like an ordinary mountain temple.

Yun Zhuo went to Miaohua Temple with her red sleeves. Unlike the last time, Jiming did not greet her in front of the mountain gate this time.

She went in and asked the little monk who was welcoming the guests: "Is Master Jiming in the temple?"

The little novice clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly and said, "He is here, but Master Ji Ming doesn't see outsiders, so he invites a female benefactor..."

He was interrupted by Yun Zhuo before he finished speaking: "It's okay, you take me there and tell him that Yun Zhuo came to invite him to drink."

The little novice opened his eyes wide, but couldn't say a word for a while.

Only then did Yun Zhuo realize that she had frightened people, and raised her hands in front of him to show him: "I lied to him, he knows me, and he won't be angry with me."

The little novice didn't know what to say for a while, so he nodded, took her outside Jiming's meditation room, and asked her to wait in the yard, while he went outside to ask: "Uncle Jiming, there is a gentleman coming outside." The female benefactor named Yun Zhuo said that she wanted to invite you to drink, did you see?"

Jiming's voice sounded through the straw curtain: "Come on, let her come in."

Yun Zhuo was looking at the flowers and plants on the ground in the yard. She had a close relationship with Jiming, so she naturally knew that these flowers and plants were planted by him.

She once asked him: "You often travel far away. After these flowers and plants are planted, you must not have much time to take care of them? Wouldn't it be a pity if they withered in the courtyard?"

Jiming replied: "Flowers and plants are supposed to be things that please people and themselves. If you need someone to take care of them, that's a burden."

The little novice came to her and said in a low voice, "Uncle Jiming invites the benefactor to enter."

Yun Zhuo came back to his senses, thanked him, then turned around and told Hong Xiu not to wander around.

In front of the Zen room, Yun Zhuo lifted the straw curtain, and heard Jiming say, "Why did the benefactor come here empty-handed?"

Yun Zhuo put down the straw curtain, looked at the benevolent monk on the futon, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Otherwise, according to Master's opinion, what should I bring?"

Jiming lowered his head and fiddled with the chess game: "You should bring a jug of good wine."

An incense burner was set up in a corner of the meditation room, surrounded by thin white smoke, and the faint scent of sandalwood gradually diffused in the meditation room.Outside the half-open window of the pavilion, the green grass and white flowers are reflected in the spring scenery of the mountains.

The sound of chanting sutras and the sound of knocking wooden fish in the Daxiong Palace continued in my ears. Yun Zhuo walked over and held Heizi to move first. After he settled down, he asked him: "What should I do if I am drunk?"

Jiming is different from ordinary monks. He eats fast but does not abstain from drinking. He often gets drunk at the foot of the mountain before returning to the monastery. For this matter, the abbot of Miaohua Temple has already trained him many times.In the previous life, Jiming always had a bitter look on his face whenever he mentioned it to her.

"Life is a scene of romance, it's okay to be awake, and it's okay to be drunk." Jiming settled Baizi and replied.He didn't ask Yunzhuo where he learned about his good wine, and said directly to her, "When I was young, I was also a romantic man with hairpins on the sideburns and brocade quilt and silk clothes. I realized the four words of cause and effect are empty, converted to Buddhism, and became a dilapidated monk. In the past, the habits of traveling and following, rich clothes and fine food have all changed, but I can’t get rid of the broom for sweeping sorrow and the hook for poetry.”

In his previous life, Yun Zhuo thought that he and Jiming were just casual acquaintances, so he never asked him why he drank.When the two met, they either drank or played chess or chatted. They didn't talk about the hardships of the people's livelihood or the political situation, but only talked about rumors and wild tales.

She never thought that he would still have such a past, she said, "I will bring you wine next time."

Ji Ming smiled loudly: "It's a deal."

The two of them came and went like this, and within a short time, Yun Zhuo killed him to death.

Jiming said: "The benefactor is good at chess, you and I have another game?"

"To be honest, I came here today to ask for something. It's okay to come again, I just hope that Master Jiming will allow me a small request," Yun Zhuo said with his hand on his chin, "I got my second brother a few days ago. A jade cicada thought it would be good for a fan pendant, but the fan is missing, so I came here to ask the master to give me a calligraphy."

After she finished speaking, she paused, and then said: "I know that there is a person in the capital who is good at brewing wine. Its color is clear and green, and its fragrance is sweet and mellow. This person doesn't make wine for others easily. If I look for it, she will agree."

Jiming disagrees: "Good wine in Kyoto is nothing more than Xie Chichun, Yujing Ballad, Yushui Mingsha, temple clouds and pine orders."

Although good wine is hard to find, he also has connections, and there is no shortage of such a pot.

Yun Zhuo shook his head slowly, and said: "Although these wines are good, they are common. What's more, every kind of wine tastes the same no matter it is sunny or rainy. But the person I mentioned, her wine, has always only had one pot. Even if it is For the same wine, when you ask for a second jug, you don’t taste the first one first.”

When Jiming heard her say this, the glutton had already appeared. He got up to get the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and asked her, "What kind of fans do you want?"

Yun Zhuo didn't have any idea about this, and said: "You can do whatever you want, I don't choose."

Jiming blew his beard in anger, but she dared to say it!His calligraphy can be said to be hard to find in the market, and there is no market for it. She dares to pick it and try it?

"It may take some time for me to paint, why don't you take your maid for a walk on the mountain."

Yun Zhuo felt that what he said made sense, so he obediently responded and lifted the straw curtain to go out.

Seeing her coming out empty-handed, Hongxiu asked curiously, "Girl, didn't you ask Master Jiming to draw a fan?"

"He's painting." Yun Zhuo walked towards her and said, "Let's go to the mountain and have a look."

She just saw the scenery on the opposite mountain in Jiming's meditation room. The sky is clear and bright blue, the clouds are white like cotton wool, and the green grass and green trees all over the mountains and plains are mixed with pink flowers and white stamens, which is really fascinating.

Hongxiu had also been in the city for a long time, and now that he heard that he could go up the mountain, his heart was naturally moved.But after all, she was more mature in her mind, she put away the joy on her face in a short while, shook her head and said: "No, girl, you didn't bring guards when you went out today, although the scenery in the mountains is beautiful, what should you do if something happens to you? "

Are there still few rumors of your daughter having an accident on the mountain in these years?Hongxiu would rather listen to the masters chanting scriptures in this temple than let Yunzhuo go up the mountain without the escort.

After listening to her words, Yun Zhuo felt that there was some truth, and was about to say "forget it", when he suddenly remembered the person Yun Huan put beside him.

This is a good opportunity.

She pulled Hongxiu over and whispered something to her.

Only then did Hongxiu put her heart into her stomach, and followed her up the mountain.

It is a good time for the warblers to fly when the grass grows. The pines, bamboos and cypresses on Wuti Mountain are all verdant and verdant.

(End of this chapter)