Cheng Yanzhao walked on the long street of the capital with his horse. Snowflakes rustled down from his head. Soon his head and body were covered by snowflakes. If he walked like this, his whole body seemed to be buried in a pile of snow.

Cheng Yanzhao sniffed.

His hands were frozen and his legs were numb. Unexpectedly, the capital was colder than the border. Looking at the red lanterns in front of the shops on the street, the New Year was coming, why didn’t he feel any joy?

Shouldn't he sit in the palace and eat a banquet? Even if there is no palace banquet, there must be a family banquet, but now there is nothing.

Cheng Yanzhao's stomach sounded "gurgling", and he reached out and touched his waist. Suddenly he remembered that in order to enter the palace, he did not wear any extra things, including his wallet.

Fortunately, there is a family member following him.

Cheng Yanzhao suddenly felt something was wrong...

When he was driven out of the house, everyone around him was detained by his father. No wonder he felt something strange. It turned out that he had been walking alone along the way.

Cheng Yanzhao turned around and looked over. He himself was in the wind and snow, and there were only his and horse's foot prints on the ground.

Cheng Yanzhao shook the snow on his head, but a gust of wind blew, and the snow on the treetops "splashed" and fell on his forehead.

He can't go back to his home, and he doesn't have money yet. Although he can rely on others, how can he be ashamed to meet his brothers in Beijing in this way?

Cheng Yanzhao thought about it and had to tie the bell to untie it. A light flashed in his mind and finally knew where he should go.

Half an hour later, Cheng Yanzhao appeared at Jianguo Temple.

"Master." The little novice monk from Jianguo Temple practiced Buddhist principles to Cheng Yanzhao.

Master Cheng Yanzhao felt a thrill, so Song Xian was not joking with him. Even the people at Jianguo Temple knew that he was going to be ordained as a monk? And he was a disciple of the host, otherwise how could his seniority be so high?

Cheng Yanzhao felt a little regretful, for fear of being detained: "It's so late, don't let people enter the temple?"

"Amitabha," said Xiao Shami, "there is no extra Zen room in the temple."

Cheng Yanzhao was about to sigh and leave.

The little shami said: "But it doesn't matter. The sir is not an outsider. You can live with us."

Cheng Yanzhao felt a chill in his heart. It would be better not to enter the temple gate. But since he came, there was no reason to leave. He made the emperor and his family regret it. He thought that this would make him afraid? Don’t think about it.

If he becomes a monk, he doesn't care. The sad thing is that the emperor, his father and mother, he will stay there. If he doesn't believe it, no one will come to ask him to go back.

As soon as the thought came, I heard the little shakima say, "Master, wash up, just follow me to listen to the presidency!"

Cheng Yanzhao widened his eyes: "It's so late..."

Xiaoxiaomi said: "It's evening class."

Cheng Yanzhao swallowed: "I mean, it's so late, isn't there any supper?"

The little novice monk is not slow and quick: "The precepts in the temple are not eaten after noon. Master, let's go to the evening class first!"

Cheng Yanzhao came to his senses after a while. Not only did he not give food, but he also had to recite scriptures now...

The monk's evening class was over, and the sound of chanting was still echoing in Cheng Yanzhao's mind. He raised his head and looked at Master Hui'an, the host of Jianguo Temple. Master Hui'an also happened to look at him.

The two people met with each other, and Master Hui'an's eyes were clear. He stood up and walked to Cheng Yanzhao: "Is there any inconvenience? I can explain it to you alone."

Cheng Yanzhao opened his mouth: "How can I be so troubled to host the host?"

"It's okay," said Master Hui'an, "You are different from others."

Cheng Yanzhao was puzzled: "Master, do you know too? Don't you think the emperor's move is inappropriate? I am a military general in the border guard, how could I come to the temple? That's not..."

"Amitabha," said Master Hui'an, "As long as you are careful, you can do it well, and the donor doesn't have to worry."

As he said that, Master Hui'an ordered the little novice monk to lead Cheng Yanzhao to the meditation room to rest.

The temple was quiet, hungry, and everything seemed to be isolated. Cheng Yanzhao stayed in the temple for three days, but no one came to look for him.

The people in the temple became more and more familiar with Cheng Yanzhao.

Cheng Yanzhao climbed up the roof and repaired the tiles with the little novice monks. When he was busy and tired, he sat down and looked away.

"Amitabha." The little novice monk also sat down to rest.

Cheng Yanzhao looked at the little novice monk: "Why don't you talk to me?"

The little shaman said: "The donor has something to do in his heart, and the monk dare not disturb him."

Cheng Yanzhao was a little surprised: "Since I have something to do, why don't you solve my doubts with me?"

The little novice raised his eyes and shook his head decisively: "It's unspeakable."

Cheng Yanzhao said: "Why?"

The little shaman said: "What is in the donor's heart is a violation of the precepts."

Cheng Yanzhao was really worried. When he sat here and saw the tree next to him, he remembered that when he was a child, his mother often came to Jianguo Temple to burn incense. He came to climb the big tree in the temple, and he could recognize any of the trees here.

He also climbed the roof of the ancient temple.

Cheng Yanzhao said: "To be honest, I can't even step on the roof here."

The little novice monk didn't say anything, and Cheng Yanzhao continued to think about it.

Climbing trees in the temple like walking on flat ground, but fell from the trees several times in front of her.

The first time I was seven years old.

I came again when I was eleven.

After falling to the ground, when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of embroidered shoes.

"You still dare to climb a tree? I remember you fell from the tree a few years ago."

He felt guilty when he heard her ask.

I was accidentally at the age of seven, but today... it was him guilty.

His father came to visit. He was bored and wanted to climb onto the tree for a while, but he saw her practicing piano in the pavilion.

He was not interested in tuning the piano, but he happened to see her quietly fiddling with the bamboo dragonfly on her palm while her husband left.

Somehow, he was fascinated by the sight. He found that when she stood up and walked over, she wanted to leave, but her clothes were hung. She was so anxious that her feet were unbalanced...

"I'm here to watch the stars." He lied.

She looked up at the sky: "Can you see it in the day?"

"Yes." He said.

She raised her veil and covered her mouth and smiled.

"It really can," Cheng Yanzhao said, "I agreed to Xingxing that they will be particularly bright tonight."

"Really, if you don't believe me, come and see."

After he finished speaking, he returned to the Cheng family with his father, but he did not forget what he said to her, and he had to let her see the stars.

So he went into the house and tinkered with the firearm.

According to his thoughts, he poured out the things in the firearm, made them into a twist, and then lit up the lanterns hanging on the branches one by one.

He had a good calculation, and he felt that he had done well.

He climbed over the wall and sneaked into her house, arranged everything properly, and then asked someone to send her a letter to invite her to the yard. Then he put the fire up. After a string of Mars, he only saw the flames "bang".

The fire did not ignite the lanterns on the tree, but ignited the entire tree.

He rushed to put out the fire, burned all his eyebrows and half of his hair. Under the lamp, he was covered in smoke.

When he was taken away by his father's ear, he heard the sound of her servants laughing.

"Isn't that second master of the Cheng family stupid?"

"What a grudge, how could we come to our mansion to set fire to trees?"

"Isn't it just falling from the tree..."
Chapter completed!