Xingqing Palace Villa.

Li Mi followed a Li Fuguo, walked through the corridor with small steps, and walked into the side hall in the northwest corner, and sat down on a low couch. He lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves,

Li Fuguo quietly retreated, his steps as light as a raccoon cat.

I don’t know how long it took, a sound of footsteps came from the door. The person who came stopped at the door and coughed lightly: “Changyuan, you are back.”

Li Mi quickly stood up, waved his sleeves, and saluted as if he was dancing gracefully: "Li Mi, a grass man, pay homage to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Prince Li Heng was in his forties, with a medium figure, round face, soft eyebrows, and a slightly tired look. Seeing Li Mi paying homage, he waved his hands boredly, walked straight to the couch opposite Li Mi to sit down, fiddling with the hem of his clothes, and said, "The father has gone to Furong Garden, but I don't know when he will come back. If there is anything, please hurry up and say it."

"Here." Li Mi did not dare to neglect and said straight to the point: "This time, Bi met a monk at Nanyue Prajna Temple, who looked very similar to the monk Shucao from Bodhi Temple many years ago. His disciple Li Zaixing was an orphan. This time, he came to Chang'an. He just fought alone outside Chang'an City and was surrounded by 13 cavalrymen. Three people died and ten people were injured, and none of them were spared."

Li Heng frowned, and his originally tired and lazy eyes suddenly became sharp: "Orphan, who has good martial arts skills, has traveled thousands of miles to Chang'an. He is not here to join the army, but to kill people, right?"

Li Mi bowed and bowed: "Your Highness is what he said, which is exactly what Bi is thinking. This son is very murderous and comes with a fierce momentum. Behind him, he is supported by his hidden masters. I am afraid that he will deal with it. I am afraid that the one he wants to deal with is probably not ordinary people."

Li Heng thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Are you worried about me?"

Li Mi shook his head: "Your Highness is kind and has never made a grudge with others. Bi doesn't have to worry at all. Bi is in a hurry to come. First, he is worried about something big. Once the court is alarmed, His Majesty will definitely ask Your Highness, hoping that Your Highness will be prepared. Second, this boy is decisive in killing and fighting. Not only does he have good martial arts, but he also has talent for military tactics. Bi explains military tactics to him. He can learn from one example and see that he is a general..."

Li Heng chuckled softly, his eyes full of smiles. He nodded: "I understand. Changyuan, you have put your heart into it."

Li Mi breathed a sigh of relief, took out a memorial from his sleeve, and handed it to Li Heng with both hands: "Your Highness, this is what Mi saw and thoughts when traveling in Jingxiang. Please submit it to Your Majesty for the emperor to visit."

Li Heng took it and sighed softly: "Changyuan, I will present it to my father as soon as possible. You are not young anymore, it is time to serve the country. Liu Yan is a child prodigy like you. He likes gods and immortals, but he may not be as good as the world's civil affairs. Now he has begun to manage political affairs, and his father is very satisfied and will be promoted soon. Do you also let go of the gods and immortals?"

Li Mi paused: "Your Highness, this is an opportunity for everyone, and I cannot force it. Fei Mi is unwilling to serve the country, but he has no way to enter the officialdom and is slandered by others. Therefore, he has to pay attention to the world for the time being."

Li Heng shook his head helplessly: "Changyuan, I know you are in a difficult situation, so I won't force you. Take some time and pay more attention to this Li Zaixing and don't let him do anything randomly."

"Here." Li Mi responded, got up and stood aside. Li Heng stood up, looked at the memorial in his hand, put it in his sleeve, nodded to Li Mi, and walked out quickly. Not long after, Li Fuguo walked in, smiled at Li Mi, and led him out of the palace.

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After dinner, Li Zaixing bid farewell to Yang and followed Du Fu out of the West Courtyard. The monks had finished their dinner and were doing evening classes in the Great Buddha Hall. The wooden fish buzzing sounds of the monks chanting, like a large group of mosquitoes. Li Zaixing was used to listening to the Sang Singing of Master Huang Zhong Dalu, so he naturally looked down on these chanting without any thoughts, and followed Du Fu to the cafeteria.

There were two erotic monks in the cafeteria cleaning. When they saw Du Fu coming in, they immediately lowered their faces and stopped them, shouting: "Why are Du Jun coming again? I'm so sorry, today's supper has already passed..."

Du Fu's face turned red and pointed to the walls that were painting the murals. "I have used food, and I accompanied Master Shu Cao's disciples to appreciate the murals."

At this time, the little monk Zhiyuan, who was following Li Zaixing, took the lead and stepped in, closed his hands and said, "Don't be rude. Mr. Du is accompanying his uncle to appreciate the paintings, get out of the way!"

The monk was startled and looked up and saw Li Zaixing following Du Fu. He immediately changed into a smile: "It turns out that the uncle of the master is here. Please sit down, please sit down, I will serve tea to uncle of the master immediately." As he said, he trotted into the inner room.

Li Zaixing shrugged and smiled, "It seems that my master is of great seniority."

Du Fu smiled embarrassedly and said, "Master Shucao is not actually a monk in the temple, but he has shown miracles. Your second senior brother has been in the temple for many years and has a transcendent status. You are naturally higher in the age of the hosts in the temple." He glanced at the backs of the monks and said with a little soreness: "I didn't expect that today I could drink a cup of fragrant tea with my brother's light."

Thinking of the dilemma of Du Fu being almost blown out just now, Li Zaixing couldn't help laughing. He patted Du Fu on the shoulder: "Brother Du, don't look at them as Buddhist disciples, but they are actually snobbish people in the world, why bother with them and ruin their mood in vain? Come on, this painting is vigorous, the lines are smooth, and the belt is gentle, just like the wind. I guess it was painted by a famous artist... Let me tell you, Wu Daozi's painting?"

Looking at Li Zaixing who was staring at the round eyes, Du Fu couldn't help laughing: "It seems that my brother also knows Wu Daozi's name. It's not bad. This "Wisdom of the Color Change" was written by Wu Daozi, and these verses were also written by Wu Daozi himself."

Li Zaixing was speechless. This Bodhi Temple is indeed not simple. The painting of the painting saint Wu Daozi is placed in the cafeteria. These monks are really blessed to eat at Wu Daozi's paintings every day. Unfortunately, this painting cannot be passed down to later generations, otherwise it would be a national treasure-level cultural relic. Wu Daozi is known as the painting saint, but his original works are few and few, so later generations can only imagine his unique skills by relying on some copy works.

Looking at the vivid images, the vigorous lines, the solemn but vivid Buddha statues, the smile on the corners of the mouth and the compassionate Bodhisattva, Li Zaixing suddenly felt a little heartbroken. He didn't know when this painting was destroyed, maybe it was the Anshi Rebellion, maybe it was the Huang Chao Rebellion, maybe it was a war that was not recorded in history. There were so many wars in Chinese history that were victorious, who knew how many treasures were destroyed in the war.

What a pity. China is known as a civilization of 5,000 years, but cultural relics that can be preserved for more than a thousand years are probably rare treasures. The Chinese people admire the Han and Tang Dynasties and have they seen how many real Han and Tang civilizations have they seen?

Li Zaixing stood in front of the mural, his thoughts fluctuated.

When Du Fu saw him intoxicated, he thought he was admiring the paintings and did not disturb him. At this time, a middle-aged obese monk ran over panting, followed by a young monk with beautiful eyebrows and red lips and white teeth. The monk was holding a tray in his hand, with tea bowls and plates on it. Behind them, one of the two servant monks just now carried a large copper pot and stove, and the other two short couches, walking like flying, like a war.

The fat monk rushed behind Li Zaixing in two steps. Just as he was about to speak, Du Fu waved his hand: "Master, Li Jun is admiring Wu Daozi's words, don't disturb him."

When the fat monk saw Du Fu, his face suddenly darkened. After hearing Du Fu's words, he changed his smile. He waved his hand to signal the monk to put down the copper pot and stove and do his own thing. He asked the young monk to cook tea and followed Du Fu with a smile: "Mr. Du, my uncle also has research on literary affairs like calligraphy and painting?"

"I didn't hear him say this." Du Fu smiled: "However, when I was having dinner with him just now, it seemed that he was not unfamiliar with poets and painters."

"Oh, so that's it." A greasy smile appeared on the monk's round face: "It seems that our junior uncle is not only skilled in martial arts, but also knows elegance. No wonder he fell in love with Du Jun at first sight."

"Not only did he fall in love with me at first sight, but he also had a long-lost relationship with the old Hanlin scholar Li Qinglian."

The monk blinked and said nothing, but he was a little more polite.

Li Zaixing looked at the painting for a while before he came to his senses: "Is there any such masterpiece in the temple?"

"Yes." The fat monk rushed to Du Fu and came forward with a flattering smile: "There is a wall of "The Bone Immortal Picture" next to it, and there is also a "Stories of the Sutra of Eliminating Disasters" in the Buddhist temple, all of which were painted by Wu Daozi. Uncle, I will take you to see it?"

Li Zaixing was a little surprised: "Master is..."

"Oh, uncle, just call me Wuneng. How can I afford to be the title of Master?"

Li Zaixing couldn't help but burst into laughter. Wuneng? You might as well call him Bajie. Alas, it would be fine if there was a second senior brother in this temple, but now another Wuneng appeared, which makes people feel sorry for him. However, compared to the serious second senior brother, this Wuneng nephew is more like the altar-cleaning messenger. Not to mention, it seems that Tang Sanzang is in this city, and he just doesn't know whether the story of Journey to the West has appeared.

Seeing Li Zaixing laughing happily, Wuneng's face was filled with smiles, and he became more attentive. Li Zaixing felt a little rude and coughed: "Master Wuneng is in the temple..."

Wuneng quickly continued the conversation: "Dare you to learn that I am responsible for the monks' daily life and doing some chores in the temple. If you have any needs in the future, just tell me. I will do my best to satisfy my uncle."

Li Zaixing looked at Wuneng. Master Xindao probably would not accept such disciples. This person is so enthusiastic, maybe because of his second senior brother's status in the temple. It seems that this Buddhist temple is no different from the world, and there are people in the court who are easy to be officials.

"Then I'll thank Wuneng." Li Zaixing said with a smile: "You must be very busy managing affairs in the temple, so don't be with me as an idle person. I'll visit you again when I have time, how about it?"

When Wuneng heard this, he was a little disappointed. When he heard the word "Search" in the end, he became excited again. He said he didn't dare to take it. He took care of the little monk and served him carefully. Then he left happily. As soon as he left, Du Fu felt a little relieved. Without saying a word, he first took the couch prepared by the little monk. This couch was originally planned to be for Wuneng and Li Zaixing. Wuneng was bombarded by Li Zaixing and gave Du Fu a free gift.

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Chapter completed!