There was originally a somewhat tense atmosphere, but because of Yinyin’s unique imagination, it suddenly became a bit indescribable.
Kangxi opened his mouth to say something, but he swallowed all the words when he reached his mouth, because he remembered that when Tang Monk was a child, he seemed to have been put into a wooden basin by his own mother and flowed down the river by chance.
I was picked up by an old monk!
From this point of view, the speculation of Baoqing is not a fantasy.
Under the bright sunshine of the afternoon, Qingyan couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly and look towards the opposite side. She saw that the red wooden basin was washed into the reeds by the water and was suddenly stuck and unable to move.
Then several secret guards in black clothes suddenly emerged from the water, stretched out their hands to pick up the wooden basin, and quickly swam in their direction.
This river that passes through the villages on the outskirts of Beijing is actually not very big, and the water surface is only about ten meters wide. In addition, because there are reeds growing in the water, the water flow cannot be called fast at all.
However, since villagers unfortunately drown every summer because they accidentally fall into the mud of the river bottom or get entangled in the strong aquatic plants, this river can be regarded as a well-known "man-eating river" near the suburbs of Beijing.
When Qingyan was young and playing with Amma on their farm, she almost drowned in a branch of the river. The feeling of suffocation was too profound at that time, so even now, she still feels confused when looking at the river.
I was a little scared from the bottom of my heart.
"Uh, Liang, what are you doing, duck?" Yin Xiaozhen asked in fear when he saw E Niang's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding him was trembling a little.
Hearing Xiaosi's words, the father and son also quickly looked at Qingyan.
Kangxi saw a layer of beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you?" the little prince also anxiously grabbed her sleeve and asked.
"Maybe he's a little tired. Auntie can just carry Xiao Si to a stone to rest for a while." Qingyan stretched out her hand and rubbed the little prince's forehead and said softly.
Kangxi frowned slightly, picked her up by the waist, and shouted to Liang Jiugong: "Go and get the carriage over, and go back to the palace immediately."
"Your Majesty, I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while."
Qingyan hurriedly called Liang Jiugong back. She was still wondering if there was a child in the tub, so how could she just leave immediately.
Just at this moment, Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo hurried over with a strange look on their faces, carrying a red lacquered wooden basin about one meter long, half a meter wide and half a meter deep.
Everyone turned their attention and saw that the wooden tub was the kind of ordinary laundry tub that women usually use.
Moreover, there is some paint peeling off the edge of this wooden basin, which shows that it has been used for a long time.
Just as Qingyan was about to get off Kangxi's arms, a small white round face suddenly appeared from the wooden basin, and then the group stopped moving forward.
Cao Yin saw the surprise that could not be concealed on the faces of the emperor and Concubine Jing, and understood their feelings in his heart, so he asked Nalan Rongruo to bend down and put down the wooden basin together.
Everyone watched in a daze as a little bald monk wearing a small cassock, with a red rouge mole between his eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, like a fairy boy sitting down like Buddha, slowly climbed out while holding on to the edge of the wooden basin.
Because the basin was too deep and his legs were too short, Cao Yin reached out and lifted his right foot out before it touched the ground.
"Thank you, donor." The bald little monk, who looked to be over two years old, first thanked Cao Yin sweetly.
Then he walked up to Kangxi and Qingyan with his short legs and said in a sweet voice: "Buddha said saving one life is better than saving seven lives."
Super pagoda, I would like to thank the two benefactors for saving the young monk today."
Kangxi also didn't expect that Baoqing would be right.
A little monk really ran out of the tub.
Qingyan also took advantage of this opportunity to jump out of Kangxi's arms.
The little prince and Yinti couldn't help but widen their eyes, looking at the little monk in front of them who had just escaped from death but was acting very calmly.
Yinti raised his hand and touched his face, put the slingshot away from his waist, as if he had met a god, rubbed his little hands excitedly, stepped forward with a red face, and whispered: "Excuse me, are you?
Little Tang Monk?"
"The Great Sage asked me, oh no, please let me tell you something. He is still trapped under Wuzhi Mountain. Can you go and release him as soon as possible?"
Kangxi:……
Qingyan:……
Little Prince:......
The young monk, who obviously didn't understand what Yin Ti was talking about, blinked his big eyes, clasped his hands together and made a Buddha name again towards Bao Qing, and said slowly: "The young monk's name is Zhi Kong, it's not what the little donor said.
A monk named Tang."
"Tang Monk, his surname is not Tang."
Baoqing hurriedly waved his hands and was about to explain this to him. Before he finished speaking, another weak baby cry suddenly sounded from the tub.
Everyone focused their attention on the wooden basin again with questions on their heads, and saw Nalan Rongruo bending down again to take out a baby who was waving his fists and crying loudly.
"What is this?" Kangxi was also confused at this time. Why were there two children in this wooden basin?
When Qingyan saw the crying baby, she felt that she was right. There was obviously no problem with her hearing!
The baby looked about the same age as Yin Xiaozhen. Because he had been crying for a long time, his voice had become slightly hoarse.
Even though he was held in Nalan Xingde's arms, he still cried loudly and shouted: "Little flower, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I want my mother's kiss, wow~"
"Master, this is a little girl." Nalan Rongruo gently shook the baby in his arms and patted her back to comfort her.
Kangxi couldn't help but frown. Judging from the little girl's dress, it was obvious that she was an ordinary child. However, the quality of the cassock on the little monk was very good, and she also seemed to be extremely smart, as if she had a good background.
How could these two people who couldn't hit each other with eight poles meet each other and sit in the same red wooden basin?
Qingyan looked at the little monk who was only three heads tall and looked like the cute Shaolin Kung Fu master she had seen in cartoons in her previous life. She couldn't help but raise her aunt's smile and asked softly:
"I wonder why the little master took this little baby and sat in the wooden basin and floated with the water?"
"Alas, the female donor doesn't know something."
The little monk sighed, then took two steps on the ground, straightened his body, and said seriously:
"The young monk was going to Longquan Temple with his disciples. Unexpectedly, when passing by, he saw an old woman by the river who wanted to throw the little sister into the river. One of the disciples who was following the young monk hurriedly shouted
With a cry, the old woman was so frightened that she threw the little sister into the wooden basin with trembling hands."
"Then how did you get in?" Qingyan became even more curious about his identity when she heard that this little kid actually had a disciple, so she quickly continued to ask.
As soon as she finished speaking, several loud and rough voices with a crying tone came from the winding dirt road in front of her: "Boooooooooo, little uncle! We finally found you."
Everyone who heard the sound quickly raised their heads and looked over there, only to see a few young monks in monk's robes, with a layer of loess behind them, running towards them quickly.
In an instant, a bronze-skinned elder monk ran to the little monk, bent down and picked him up, put him in his arms and rubbed him up and down, shouting:
"Uncle Master, wuwuwuwu, it's great that you're okay. Otherwise, Master, he would have beaten the rest of us to death."
"Don't worry, I'm fine." The little monk reluctantly stretched out his hand and pushed aside the big monk's rough face that he wanted to give him.
Then the remaining senior monks also ran to the young monk, wanting to take off his cassock and carefully check whether his body was injured.
The young monk couldn't stop these "clingy" disciples, and his face showed a look of despair.
Kangxi also couldn't bear to see the monks with their tight muscles bulging out their robes crying in front of him, so he hurriedly asked: "I don't know where the monks are from, why are they here?"
Here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman also blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!" Why did the monk appear here?"
After hearing Kangxi's inquiry, the monks stopped what they were doing, turned around and saluted Kangxi and his entourage with their hands clasped together.
Then the bronze-colored monk, who was an elder brother, raised his hand to wipe away his tears and explained to the benefactor: "Amitabha, thank you benefactors for saving the young monk's uncle today."
"We are from Wutai Mountain, and we were originally going to Longquan Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings. Who knew that when we passed by here, we happened to meet an old woman who wanted to drown her own granddaughter."
"While the young monks were rescuing people, the scene was so chaotic that they failed to save us and instead knocked our little master uncle into a wooden basin and floated away with the current..."
After the great monk finished saying these few words, his whole face and neck turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch his bare head with ring scars like a fool.
When Kangxi heard the words "Mount Wutai", his heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the people also fell silent, not expecting that this would be the case.
"How did you know that the person was going to drown her own granddaughter?" The little prince put his two little hands behind his back and asked in disbelief.
When they were in the palace, Mother Ukuma and Mother Huang were very kind to the princes and daughters. The young prince really couldn't believe that there was a grandmother in the world who wanted to drown her own granddaughter with her own hands.
Qingyan lowered her gaze and hugged Yin Xiaozhen tightly in her arms. Such things like favoring sons over daughters are common in today's era.
Kangxi was also a little unhappy when he heard such unscrupulous things.
The great monk thought that Yinreng didn't believe it, so he quickly added:
"At that time, when the young monk saw that our uncle was washed away by the water, he was anxious to get into the water and fish it out. However, it was located upstream, and there was a strong wind blowing downstream. When we reacted, we saw that the wooden basin had already
It’s drifted very far.”
"Then before the young monks could get into the water, a group of villagers suddenly ran to the water. The old woman even blamed us monks, saying that when she came to hold her granddaughter to wash clothes, we who fetched water to wash our faces.
The great monks accidentally knocked her granddaughter and her basin into the water and washed her away."
"Soon after we were stopped by the villagers, we were prevented from moving. Later, a sad young female donor came crying and started fighting with the old woman. Then we escaped and hurriedly followed the water to find the little girl.
Great uncle."
The great monk became angrier and angrier as he talked, clenching the bones in his fists and making a "creak" sound.
Kangxi's brows also wrinkled more and more tightly.
Just as he was about to ask Cao Yin to go to the village upstream to find someone to identify the little girl, a shrill female voice sounded loudly: "Little flower!"