Mr. Zhang spent five days off, which was a good thing, and the servants in the mansion were also happy because the wife rewarded a lot of gold and silver for food and food, which was the key.

The two palace maids in the palace were also happy. They were accepted, and the other servants also accepted them, and did not treat them specially because they were once palace maids.

The lady is very good. She returned the contract to sell her body, and the same goes for the others. The lady said that if you are willing to leave, just say it, and there is no need to force it, and those who stay will treat them well.

Mu Ming wore the bride-cut clothes today. They were no longer Confucian clothes, but they looked very suitable, and the same was true for my father. The clothes were the same, but the only one looked a little mature and a little slim with a sound.

The father and son stood in front of Mrs. Zhang, and Mrs. Zhang nodded with a smile, obviously very satisfied.

The servant in the distance pointed and obviously the young master's dress today made them feel very snug.

Today, the family of three is going to have a leisure trip. They are Hanshan Temple, which is a temple. The incense was very popular before, but recently it has become sparsely populated.

However, the family hung there for purity, but even so, there were still guards appearing, all in the dark. These were sent by the court. Now Mr. Zhang is the acting Minister of Revenue and is extremely cautious when traveling.

Mu Ming rode a dark horse in front of the road, and the carriage behind him followed closely, neither too fast nor too slow.

It was already January, and the snow had melted, and the air was filled with cold water vapor and a faint mist, which made the scenery on both sides of the road feel a little ethereal.

The couple put down the bamboo basket in their hands, which contained in incense, candles and paper oil. Mrs. Zhang opened the curtain of the car window and looked at the scenery outside. Mr. Zhang sighed: "In a few months, it will be a year. The time in this imperial capital is like flowing water. It is far less comfortable and quiet than Long County!"

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, you have become the Minister of Revenue, and you are no longer the Sesame Official!" Mrs. Zhang joked and sighed.

Mu Ming smiled after hearing it in front of him, but did not interrupt.

"In the past, you and me and my brother also often traveled. At that time, there was no tomorrow, but now, there was no him. You said, why do life always make people feel unfulfilled?" Mrs. Zhang remembered her uncle in the distance, and Mu Ming also remembered her, and she even despised Widow Li. Calculate the time and she was about to give birth!

"Shi Fang, I guess he is a local emperor there. I haven't seen any letters for so long. I'm afraid I'll forget you and me!" Mr. Zhang was in a good mood and looked at the scenery around him, with a little nostalgic look. After all, many things are unfamiliar here.

"The family dinner with the Li family can finally be eaten, which is quite happy!" Mrs. Zhang smiled, pointed to the wooden name riding on the horse, and whispered: "I'm afraid it's a matter of time this time!"

Mr. Zhang nodded and smiled.

Mu Ming turned around and smiled, then turned around, and the smile was still there, but his eyes were a little confused.

Hanshan Temple is not far away, it will arrive half an hour later. The old monk is here today and welcomes a few people in person. There is also an old monk next to him. The old monk is kind-hearted and bows from afar.

"The master is hiding here for leisure!" Mr. Zhang joked, and the monk said, "I may say goodbye in a few days. I want to walk around, but I want to practice!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang said, "Okay, then you will only say goodbye to me, I'll say goodbye!"

At this time, the old monk next to him said, "Young Master is so lucky!"

The old monk's eyes fell on Mu Ming, and he was very peaceful. Mu Ming saluted and said, "Master!"

"I dare not be a master, I can't be a master in front of the young master!" The old monk smiled and then led everyone up the mountain.

There are mountains and waters, this is everything about Hanshan Temple. There are waterfalls on the mountain and the sound of water is gurgling. You can hear it from a distance. The mountain is not high and is considered a hill, but it is famous far and wide. It is rumored that a monk was born here. The monk later entered the court and became a national teacher. Therefore, Hanshan Temple is famous.

But now the incense here is far less than before. The old monk said, "It seems that it is not unreasonable that gods and immortals fight and mortals suffer!"

Mr. Zhang said: "Every grass and every tree in the imperial capital is involved with the gods and is in the whirlpool!"

The old monk nodded, "It's still the master who can see thoroughly. I am a monk's Dharma name Qiuyuan!"

"I have heard of the master's reputation for being a Buddhist lay disciple for a while in my early years. At that time, there was a Buddhist name called Jingyuan, and it was Yuan. It seemed that I had a fate with the master! Seeing that the master looked calm, it seemed that he didn't care about the incense!" Mrs. Zhang spoke, but there were not many people in a huge temple, and some of them were just young men and women wandering around.

"Acquaintance is fate. I have fate with you. This is my honor!" said the old monk.

"The gods and Buddhas are transcendent and do not need to worship. The Buddhas that need to be worshipped are not real Buddhas. Although Hanshan Temple is not big, I hope that the real Buddhas here will be worshipped. It doesn't matter if there are people or not. It's good if you are interested, you can see them, and there is no need to worship them." The old monk smiled and led everyone to an old tree. A little monk brought tea, and then stood aside and looked at everyone.

The old monk personally poured tea for everyone and said, "The rock tea picked in the back mountain has been picked by pilgrims on weekdays. Now, it's good. No pilgrims are coming. You are so lucky!"

"It's not a good thing to have mistakes and gains! I have been practicing in that small temple for more than ten years in my early years. This loneliness and loneliness are the most profound experience. Master, you are still far from it!" The monk living in the Zhang Mansion said, a little joking.

"The monk laughs at the monk, it's also interesting!" The old monk said with a smile, not caring.

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed and felt that the trip was worth it.

The fragrance of tea is filled with a clear meaning. In addition, the sound of the waterfall falling on the rocks not far away and the bells coming from afar make the place look peaceful.

Mr. Zhang talked with the two monks, but neither left Confucianism nor Buddhism. They talked deeply and shallowly. Mu Ming listened seriously. Mrs. Zhang felt bored, so she went to worship Buddha alone. She didn't believe in Buddhism, but since she came, why bother to worship?

After a while, Mu Ming also stood up. Because my father talked about the officialdom, the two monks didn't think anything. They were already living in the imperial capital, and everything here was related to them. Just as Mr. Zhang said, they... were in the whirlpool.

Mu Ming saw his mother kneeling in front of a Guanyin and prayed silently. After a moment, his mother turned around and said, "Come and worship!"

The wooden name answered, knelt on the cushion, and prayed silently.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Mu Ming with a gentle expression, gently straightening out the hair in front of Mu's quota, and said, "I really hope you are by my side all the time..."

Mu Ming opened his eyes and said, "Yes, mom, I will be with you all my life!"

"This child... After a few years, he will forget his mother when he has a wife!" Mrs. Zhang shook her head and laughed.

The name of the wood is a great embarrassment. When she was playing with Mrs. Zhang, she said, "The real Buddha is in the world, not the motionless mud statue in this temple. It is either clouds or stars, just embellishments, or like the sun, shining everywhere. Children, you must remember that sentient beings are the roots. Without sentient beings, they will lose their roots forever, like the fallen leaves seem to fly freely, but in the end... they still have to find their roots!"

"What do you mean by mom?" Mu Ming was puzzled. He looked at his mother, and his mother gently pressed Mu Ming's forehead with her hands, without explanation, and said, "You will understand that the fallen leaves return to their roots!"

Mu Ming didn't ask, but just wrote down this sentence.

The mother and son came to the bell tower. Mrs. Zhang began to hit the big bell. The bell echoed and it was very far away. It seemed that the sound was trajectory, which guided something. She said: "In the past, your uncle and I were traveling around, and your uncle was often lost. We agreed that if we couldn't find each other, we would go to a nearby temple. There would be a bell in the temple. You could find each other when you heard the bell. Now when my mother remembered this sentence, she always felt that there was something wrong with the bell. The bell was the place to return..."

The wooden name also sounded a few times. The bell was far away, and it felt like the passing of time, which made people dazed. Mrs. Zhang said: "I heard that the front line also remembered the bell. Whose place is there?"

Mu Ming was silent and didn't speak.
Chapter completed!