At midnight the next day, the white mist in the mountains covered most of the entire Qingliang Temple.
Accompanied by the distant sound of the morning bell, which carries the sound of vicissitudes of life, I got up in the morning and took my four granddaughters for a long walk around Qingliang Temple, smelling the fresh air. They rushed back to prepare for breakfast and saw the empress dowager sitting there.
In front of the dinner table, Kangxi, the imperial concubine, and the crown prince all had their heads drooped, with big blue-black circles under their eyes, as if they had not slept all night and were extremely tired. They couldn't help asking in surprise:
"Xuan Ye, Xiao Hesheli, Baocheng, what's wrong with you? How come you feel even worse after a night's rest?"
After hearing the Queen Mother's words, the Imperial Concubine and the Crown Prince who were sitting on the chairs couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at the Emperor.
Kangxi caught a glimpse of the resentful look cast by the imperial concubine, and couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose with some guilt.
He really couldn't control his emotions last night. He treated the imperial concubine like a tree hole. He pulled the imperial concubine over and over again and again and again and again talked about things that happened when he was a child. When he talked about it, the imperial concubine was so sleepy that she yawned and had tears in her eyes.
She didn't stop even after she was wet, and stayed with him until dawn with her eyes open. It could be said that her entire night's beauty sleep was ruined.
Seeing Kangxi's uncomfortable look, Qingyan took the opportunity to get up and take the twins who had just washed them from the arms of Bai Lu and Liang Jiugong, and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Liang Jiugong saw the anger in the eyes of the imperial concubine and quickly smiled at her flatteringly. Last night, when he was keeping vigil for the two masters on the soft couch outside the chamber, he also vaguely heard the emperor's thoughts inside.
It's nothing more than that when he was studying hard as a child, he looked forward to hearing the praise of his Khan Amma, but the Khan Amma only doted on the fourth brother who inherited the Qian Palace, and couldn't see him at all.
How disappointed, and in the last year of the late emperor, in the cold spring of the first month, he, dressed in plain clothes, knelt on the cold bluestone, watching the late emperor's coffin being carried up the steps to the tall firewood pile by the guards.
During the cremation, which was an old Manchu custom, he cried so heartbreakingly that his heart was broken.
To be honest, Liang Jiugong also feels that his master's matter is too annoying. If you just tell the unhappy things in the past, I'm sure you can still make the imperial concubine feel distressed for her lack of love when she was young.
Xiao Xuanye, but you have repeated this matter seven or eight times in a row. The imperial concubine has been tired from climbing the mountain all day, and she has to listen to you at night talking about sesame seeds and rotten millet. Liang Jiugongshen
She deeply felt that the imperial concubine's ability to hold back her temper and not kick the emperor off the bed could only be attributed to the fact that the emperor's status was too high.
Kangxi, who didn't know that his confidant standing by was making complaints to him from the bottom of his heart, stood up from his chair and helped the empress dowager sit down. He was planning to have someone pass on the vegetarian meal, but then he saw that his precious son was still
He looked at himself with a look that was hard to express.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his face, looked at Prince Yinreng sitting on the left side of the imperial concubine and asked in confusion:
"Baocheng, why do you look so bad?"
Yinreng, who had been brainstorming all night, saw that his mother and aunt looked so bad early in the morning. How could he not understand anything? Everything he thought was true, Xing Chi
The great monk is indeed his Khanma Dharma! His Khan Ama’s trip was specifically for his Khanma Dharma, but unfortunately, his wish failed, so he was so sad that he could not sleep all night!
He withdrew his gaze from his Khan Amma, and saw his eldest brother just turning his neck, leading a large group of younger brothers, cousins, and prospective brothers-in-law behind him, crossing the threshold and walking in. He couldn't help but
A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to help his aunt to tie a rice bag around Xiao Shisan and Xiao Fourteen's neck. He replied to Kangxi without raising his head:
"It's nothing, Ama. I just wanted to choose a bed. In addition, after listening to my elder brother explain the name of 'Master Xingchi' yesterday, which means 'eating while walking', I was so shocked that I couldn't sleep. I felt
It's really interesting that such an accomplished Buddhist master can have such a down-to-earth Buddhist title. I just regret that I can't see his old man, so I lie on the bed at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep."
Kangxi, who had just sat back on the chair, reached out and took the strong morning tea from Liang Jiugong to refresh himself. After hearing the words "eat while walking", he spat out a mouthful of warm tea with a "pop".
The direction happened to be facing Yinti and others who were coming from the entrance.
The eldest brother, who was walking in front of the brothers, saw this scene and quickly moved to the side. When he saw his sweaty mouthful of tea spitting out on the brick floor, he reached out and patted himself in danger.
chest, and said with a little disgust:
"Khan Ama, fortunately my son is very agile, otherwise your squirt of tea would have stained the winter robe I just changed."
Kangxi, who himself had a headache and was a little irritable due to lack of sleep, had just listened to Yin Reng's eldest son's ridiculous explanation of "Xing Chi", and then saw the disgust on his eldest son's face, and his heart suddenly stopped bleeding.
In his throat, when Yinti and his brothers sat down on the chairs one by one, he angrily raised his big hand and hit his eldest son's head, who was sitting on his right.
"Khan Ama, why do you want to beat me again!"
Yinti's blue-black warm hat, which he could easily put on his head, was patted crooked by his Khan Ama, and he couldn't help complaining loudly to Kangxi.
"I'm going to beat you, what about 'eating while walking'? Master Xingchi should be respected by you juniors. His name means 'Xingchi, Xingchi', 'Wake up late, wake up late', 'Wake up'
"Too late' means, please don't pretend to understand and randomly interpret the Zen meaning in it!"
Kangxi glared at his eldest son and explained angrily.
Yinti's round lychee eyes widened instantly, and she felt even more aggrieved. While raising her hand to straighten her warm hat, she muttered in a low voice: "How did you know that the old monk's Buddhist name was "Xingchi" instead of "Xingchi"?
"Xingchi", don't the pronunciations of these two words sound similar!"
Sitting next to Yinzhen, Yinzhen saw that his elder brother had contributed another joke. A smile quickly flashed across his slender Danfeng eyes, and then he paused suddenly. He felt that something was not right, even if the old monk had great attainments in Buddhism.
Gao, but after all, it has nothing to do with their royal family. Why did Khan Amma say "they are his juniors"?
Thinking of this, Yinzhen couldn't help but feel a little curious about this old monk.
The eldest and most senior Empress Dowager looked at the dining table so early in the morning and was full of resentment for no reason, and said with a cheerful smile:
"The Aijia saw that all the people had arrived, so Xuan Ye asked someone to pass on the breakfast. Just now when the Aijia took Fulana and the others for a walk, they heard the young novices cleaning the courtyard saying,
Their temple just recovered an acre of fresh ingredients from the back mountain a few days ago. The recent vegetarian meals are very delicious, so we should quickly follow the local customs and have a good taste of the vegetarian food."
Yinreng also didn't expect that his own mother-in-law would slap his elder brother on the head because of his words. He felt a little guilty. After hearing his mother-in-law's words to smooth things over, he also hurriedly said:
"Yes, Khan Ama, let's have breakfast quickly. After eating early, we can also go to the front yard to attend morning classes."
"Second-rate!"
Sitting on a chair next to each other, sandwiched between the imperial concubine and the prince, the twins, with big rice bags tied around their necks and glistening saliva hanging from the corners of their mouths, also patted the big dining table in front of them in unison.
shouted.
After Kangxi cleaned up his eldest son, he felt much better and felt that he was indeed hungry. He simply waved his hand, and Bai Lu and Liang Jiugong who were waiting aside hurriedly went out to pass the meal.
After a while, little novice monks in monk's robes came in carrying wooden trays. Liang Jiugong and Bai Lu cooperated with each other to put the trays and bowls on them, all with vegetarian rice that had been tested with silver needles.
Arriving at the big round table.
These noble boys, girls, and children were all eating vegetarian meals for the first time. They scanned the food on the plates one by one with curious eyes, and found that most of them were made of tofu, with white sesame seeds sprinkled on the surface.
Tofu brains, as well as salty tofu brains sprinkled with diced pickles, soybean tendons, tofu skins, soy milk, and tofu skewers. Looking at them all, it really makes the Huangdou family's nest!
The Manchu emperor's brother, the princess, and the Mongolian noble boys, who loved meat, all looked like they were eating food, and they lost their appetites.
When the last large pot of sweet porridge with white steam and a large pot of plant tubers with a dark surface but with yellow to reddish-brown flesh visible inside were brought up, I could smell the sweet smell wafting in the air.
, the boys and girls couldn't help but their eyes lit up, the twins also straightened up their little bodies, and the furry round ears dotted on both sides of the golden tiger hats on their little heads trembled twice.
Qingyan also looked at the food on the big plate with unconcealed surprise.
"Huh? What are these black lumps? It smells quite sweet."
Xiao Yiner, who was sitting with Bage and Ninth Brother, moved his nose a few times, sniffed the air, pointed at the food he had never seen before on the dinner table, and asked curiously with a milky voice.
Kangxi was also looking at what this thing was, why hadn't he even seen it?
When the young novice monk who was standing by the dining table prepared to lead the junior disciples to retreat, he respectfully put his hands together and made a Buddha name, and explained with a smile:
"Dear donors, this black thing is called 'roasted sweet potato', or 'roasted sweet potato'. It was dug out by the poor monks from the vegetable field in the back mountain not long ago. It is also added to this pot of sweet porridge.
If you eat sweet potato cubes, your body will be warm when you drink it, and it will make you full easily. If the donors like it, there are still some in the dining room, and the poor monk can bring some more."
"Sweet Potato"
When Kangxi heard this, he also recalled that when he celebrated the Longevity Festival last spring, Suo'etu presented him with a bamboo basket of this kind of food in the Hall of Supreme Harmony in front of all the ministers. He still remembered that the skin was red.
, because he didn’t pay much attention to it, he later sent Liang Jiugong to Huangzhuang for trial planting. There was no news from Huangzhuang. He was busy and forgot about this matter. How could he have imagined that he would be here in Qingliang?
Seeing the cooked sweet potatoes in the temple, he couldn't help but get excited and wanted to try the taste of this food.
When Xiao Yinzhen saw Aunt Bai Lu pouring him a small bowl of sweet porridge and placing it in front of him, he held a white porcelain spoon with his right hand and fiddled with the sweet porridge a few times. He saw a few pieces popping out of the sticky white rice.
They were yellow and white sweet potato pieces about as big as his finger.
Xiao Jiu scooped up a piece of yellow sweet potato with a spoon, put it into her mouth tentatively and chewed it. The sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue in an instant. The sweet potato piece tasted sweet and soft, and it didn't stick to the teeth.
It's simply more delicious than the maltose in the Emperor's Palace!
Xiao Yinzhen immediately fell in love with this unique taste. He quickly bit into another white sweet potato and put it in his mouth. He found that it was also very sweet, but the texture was not as delicate as the yellow one. Because the porridge took a long time to cook, the rice grains were
The flowers burst into bloom and were dyed with the sweetness of sweet potatoes. Xiao Jiu drank several spoons of sweet porridge in one breath before freeing his mouth and shouted to Xiao Yiner beside him:
"Xiao Shi, Xiao Shi, try this porridge quickly. It's delicious. It's even better than the Tremella fungus, osmanthus, lotus seed porridge in the imperial kitchen!"
Everyone present knew how tricky Xiao Jiu was. Sometimes even the imperial chef would dislike him. He could tell him that the delicious food must taste the same. Kangxi and others also scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in their mouths.
, I felt that my empty stomach became warm instantly, as if I was sitting under the warm sun, my whole body became warm.
Kangxi tasted the sweet potato pieces in his mouth carefully, and felt that the porridge was definitely not as fine as his imperial meal, but the taste was indeed good, and the taste of the sweet potatoes was beyond his expectation. He couldn't help but feel that Suo'etu's gift last year was indeed good.
It was a good donation, but it really fell short of a reward for this bad old man.
"Wow! This sweet nugget is so delicious, Aunt Bailu, Xiao Shi still wants to drink porridge!"
After Xiao Yiner tasted the sweet porridge, her eyes sparkled, and she felt that drinking it with a spoon was not satisfying, so she simply took out the white porcelain spoon and placed it on the white porcelain plate beside it, and held the small bowl with both hands.
He raised his head and drank up all the porridge with a "gulp gulp". While licking the soup at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, he handed the small bowl in his hand to Bai Lu and said in a sweet voice.
Bai Lu smiled and took the small bowl from Brother Ten, stretched out her arms and used a big male spoon to add porridge to his bowl.
The young novice also knew the identity of this group of people. Seeing that they liked to eat sweet potatoes, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He pointed at the unnoticed roasted sweet potatoes on the big plate and suggested:
"Donors, this roasted sweet potato tastes good too. You just need to peel off the outer skin and eat the pulp inside directly."
After Qingyan fed the porridge in the small bowls to the twins one by one, she also freed her hand to pick up a roasted sweet potato about the size of her palm from the big plate.
Everyone also followed the imperial concubine's actions, stretched out their arms and took out a piece of roasted sweet potato. After peeling off the dark outer skin, they took a bite of the soft and fragrant flesh inside. They were silent for a while.
There were fewer and fewer roasted sweet potatoes in the bowl. Seeing that these people were eating happily, the young novice led his junior disciples and bowed slightly to leave.
After a group of monks left the room, Kangxi stretched out his arms and took a small sweet potato, divided it in half from the middle, peeled off the upper skin, wrapped the unpeeled lower part with a handkerchief, and leaned forward to hand it over.
The twins sitting on the left side of the imperial concubine asked the younger brothers to hold handkerchiefs and eat roasted sweet potatoes, so that their hands would not be dirty or hot.
Seeing that the whole family was eating roasted sweet potatoes and drinking sweet potato porridge without raising their heads, and barely touching the other soy products, Kangxi couldn't help but lean back on the chair and think about it.
He wrote that the sweet potatoes he donated were finally obtained from Westerners in the south. So where did the sweet potatoes from Wutai Mountain come from? Are they wild in the mountains, or did a monk specially find the roots and plant them?
This kind of food is really easy to fill up the stomach, and it is also suitable for eating in this cold weather. If it is really a high-yielding grain as Suo'etu said, after returning to the palace, the people in the palace must stop thinking about increasing potato production.
I have tried my best to study this sweet potato.
Kangxi's mind was full of thoughts, and it took more than half an hour for the whole family to fill their stomachs and finish breakfast.
Because they peeled the sweet potatoes with their hands, their hands and corners of their mouths were stained black. A large group of people washed up again and tidied up before following the emperor and leaving the backyard to listen to the monks' morning lessons in the front yard.
When Kangxi and his party entered the main hall in the front yard, they saw an old monk who was thin, probably in his seventies, and whose beard had turned white. He was sitting cross-legged in a red cassock at the front.
On the futon, with his eyes closed and banging wooden fish in his hands, he led the young monks in chanting sutras.
Kangxi didn't say anything to disturb him, and together with the empress dowager and the imperial concubine, they led the children to sit on the futon set aside for the royal party.
Xiao Yinxiang and Xiao Yinzhen were both holding the sepak tepak takraw ball given to them by An Wu last evening in their arms. The former sat on the futon in front of E Niang with his two short legs spread out, while the latter looked like a little boy.
He was like a tiger with a sepak takraw ball under his belly, and he lay on the futon in front of Khan Ama with his little butt sticking out.
Yinreng sat on the left hand side of his Khan Amma, resisting the waves of sleepiness in his head, listening to the old monk in front of him reciting a string of sutras like a hypnosis.
Yinzhen sat next to him. After listening to the scriptures for a quarter of an hour, he began to feel sleepy. After two quarters of an hour, he shook his dizzy head, yawned, got up from his futon, and moved to the
Next to the three concubines who were sitting side by side at the end, they casually pulled out an empty futon, sat down next to Bendy, and began to lower their heads and fall asleep.
Pandi doesn't like this Buddhist scripture either, and like Wu|er|gun and Garzang, his current Chinese proficiency is only limited to understanding common expressions. How could he know that the old monk said "form is emptiness, emptiness is form"
What exactly does the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra mean?
He originally wanted to act like the eldest brother who was taking a nap next to him, but when he caught a glimpse of the beautiful side face of the eldest princess who was sitting diagonally in front with her three younger sisters listening to the Buddhist scriptures attentively, he forced himself to pick up interest and listen to the Buddhist scriptures.
He was just worried that if the eldest princess exchanged Buddhist scriptures with him after the morning classes and he couldn't say a word, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
At four quarters, when the bell outside rang, the morning class, which had lasted for more than an hour, was finally coming to an end.
The Queen Mother, who was sitting at the front and didn't like eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, and couldn't understand much Chinese, felt that after listening to a wordless scripture, she finally didn't have to listen to it anymore.
The imperial concubine and the emperor, who were sitting cross-legged next to her, were not in good spirits because they had not had a good rest last night. They looked at the twins in front of them who were said by the presiding monk to be related to Buddha. Little Thirteen leaned against them.
Behind her, in Niang's arms, she was sleeping so hard that her mouth was drooling. Xiaosi, after sleeping soundly with his arms around Sepak Takraw, turned 360 degrees on the futon. If Kangxi hadn't been there from time to time, he would have been killed because of his little son's actions.
When the futon that was running aside was pulled back, Xiao Yinzhen hugged a sepak takraw ball in his arms, curled up into a ball, and rolled forward like a bowling ball, knocking over the old monk who was chanting sutras.
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Throughout the morning class, there were only a handful of people in the royal family who listened carefully, and Fourth Prince Yinzhen was the most outstanding representative among them.
Although Yinzhen did not understand the content of this Buddhist scripture, he could somehow feel the vast Zen spirit in it coming towards him.
Therefore, his slender red phoenix eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened, and he wished he could get a cassock and a wooden fish to close his eyes and knock on it, which accidentally opened the future Prince Yong's path to Buddhism for the rest of his life.
Under the expectation of everyone, when the old monk finally finished reciting the last verse, the young novices sitting cross-legged on the futon stood up one after another, looked at the old monk sitting in the front with taught expressions, and raised their hands.
He put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, and said aloud:
"Thank you very much, Uncle Xingsen, for leading the disciples in reciting Buddhist scriptures."
The royal family also followed Lu and stood up one after another. After being pushed awake by his classmate, Yinti, who was sleeping soundly listening to Buddhist scriptures, looked around in confusion and found that the morning class was over, so he hurriedly lifted the
He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his hands and stood up from the futon.
"Okay, you all go down and do your work."
The kind-hearted old monk Xing Sen, even though he is over seventy years old, is still in good spirits. When he opened his eyes, he stood up from the futon by himself without any help from others.
After all the young monks in the hall had receded like a tide, Kangxi walked up to Xingsen with little Yinzhen in his arms, raised one hand in front of him and made a Buddha's name, and shouted softly:
"I've met Master Xingsen."
"I pay my respects to the Emperor."
Xingsen looked down at first. Kangxi was holding Sepak Takraw in his arms, raising his little head and staring intently at his white-bearded Xiao Shisi. He glanced at his big earlobes a few times before smiling and clasping his hands at Kangxi.
Call the Buddha's name and bow slightly in return.
The imperial concubine and the empress dowager also hurriedly walked over with a large group of children behind them, clasped their hands together and made the Buddha's name.
Master Xingsen looked at such a large group of people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Before Kangxi could ask, he whispered:
"I know the emperor's purpose of coming to Qingliang Temple. There is no need for the emperor to say anything."
When Kangxi heard this, a sharp light suddenly flashed across his eyes. Looking at the calmness radiating from the old monk's body from the inside out, he tightened his arms around the little son in his arms.
Xingsen seemed not to notice Kangxi's frown. He glanced at him with a smile and then continued:
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be wary of Lao Na. Lao Na is a man buried up to his neck in loess. It is estimated that in a few years he will follow the predecessor's master brother and pass away."
"When Master, the old man, took in Junior Brother Chi, and when he took in little Junior Brother Zhikong who came down the river in swaddling clothes a month before his death, the ordination of the two junior brothers was done by Lao Na. Now, many years later, it has long been
Things change and people change. I advise the emperor not to force things, but to go to the back mountain to have a look. Maybe you will have a chance to meet the person you want to see. The sweet potatoes in the back mountain are ripe, so he will probably come back."
After the old monk Xingsen said these words in a fog, he took out two peace charms hung with red strings from his arms and hung them on the twins' necks with a loving look on his face.
Looking at the clear-eyed little Yinxiang in the arms of the imperial concubine, he tilted his little head, holding the red Ping'an Mansion embroidered with gold letters in his palm and shaking it up and down.
Xingsen couldn't help but smile and said: "The two little donors are lucky people."
"Your Majesty, if you please, I will take my leave and not disturb you and your family."
After saying this, the old monk Xingsen clasped his hands and made a Buddha's name to everyone, then bent down to pick up the wooden fish he placed on the ground, and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.
Kangxi stared at his retreating back and frowned even more. Looking at the silly son who was sticking the peace charm on the sepak takraw ball in his arms, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Buddha who was leaning against the wall with a solemn look on his face.
A few glances.
"Xuan Ye, what does this master want to express?"
The empress dowager seemed to understand, and couldn't help but look at Kangxi and asked in confusion.
Yinreng, the only one among the brothers and sisters who knew the truth about this blessing, also slightly raised his head and looked at Kangxi.
Although the imperial concubine did not speak aloud, she could not help but wonder in her heart, could it be that there was a mystery hidden in the mountains behind the temple, or was it that Shunzhi did not travel out and was hiding in the mountains behind?
After Kangxi pondered in silence for a while, he spoke to the Empress Dowager and the Imperial Concubine:
"Empress Huang, Yan'er, let's go to the back mountain to have a look. Maybe the scenery there is quite good, so Master Xingsen let us go and have a look."
When Yinti heard this, he hurriedly walked out from the brothers. His eyes were full of excitement about going to the back mountain to have fun, and he shouted happily:
"Khan Ama, let's go quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of children also became happy, obviously they didn't want to listen to the monks chanting sutras anymore.
Kangxi nodded and led the whole family out of the hall. He casually called a young novice who was sweeping the floor and asked him to lead them to the back mountain.
When a group of people followed the young novice, passed through the front yard, the back yard, and walked straight out of the back door of the temple. When they stood at the door and looked into the distance, they saw that the sun in the sky had gradually moved above their heads.
Under the sunlight, the mountains in the distance were endless, and some even had white snow hanging on the tops of the mountains. They turned their sights back to the back mountain nearest to them, and saw groups of people holding farm tools in their hands and shoulders.
Young monks carrying bamboo baskets and baskets on their backs and wearing monk's robes were bending over and working hard in the cultivated vegetable fields.
If it weren't for the fact that these people were all temple monks with scars on their bare heads, everyone would have thought they had entered the farm by mistake.
"These, are these the vegetable plots you have cultivated?"
Kangxi watched the monk closest to him cut off all the roots of the juicy Chinese cabbage with a kitchen knife stained with soil, and then arranged the very good Chinese cabbage and put it in with a happy face.
In the bamboo basket next to him, in another field next door, another monk was bending over to pluck radishes and peanut seedlings.
It was indeed rare for this scene to appear in the temple. Kangxi turned his head and asked the young novice beside him with a look of shock.
The young novice monk nodded, smiled and explained to Kangxi:
"Donor, these are wastelands reclaimed by Master Xingchi and his disciples. Uncle Master cares about the people. His biggest wish is that the people can fill their bellies. If there are no people who starve to death in the world, then
This is the good deed that the Buddha is most happy to see in the world. Therefore, he has been diligently trying to improve vegetable seeds and grain seeds in the back mountains for ten years, and every year he will save the best-growing crops.
The seeds are given to the poor farmers at the foot of the mountain for planting free of charge. We monks can also be self-sufficient on the vegetable fields in our temples, and use the saved incense money to reshape the golden bodies of the Buddha statues in the temple little by little."
After hearing this, Kangxi felt as if he had knocked over a spice jar, and he went through all the ups and downs, bitterness, spicyness and saltiness in a very short period of time.
Yinreng couldn't help but pursed his lips, and became more curious about Khan Mafa, who had never been masked before. He thought that even though he had become a monk, he still had the common people of the world in his heart.
Qingyan didn't expect that Shunzhi would still do these things silently. She turned around and looked east. When she saw a monk digging out a bunch of red sweet potatoes, he was also squatting on the ground carefully arranging the vines. She couldn't help but feel free to do so.
Pointing to the vegetable patch to the east with one hand, he asked:
"Little Master, are there sweet potatoes growing there?"
The little novice monk looked in the direction of the imperial concubine's finger and replied with a smile:
"The female donor is right, there is a sweet potato field there, a good ingredient accidentally discovered by Master Xingchi's uncle."
Kangxi heard the sound and turned to look at the sweet potato field. When he saw about seven or eight acres of land covered with densely planted sweet potato vines, he hugged his little son and asked with some confusion.
road:
"Little Master, are these sweet potatoes wild in the mountains? They just happened to be discovered by Master Xingchi, so they started to be planted?"
"No, no."
The young novice shook his head hurriedly, pointed at the sweet potato field and explained patiently:
"What the donor doesn't know is that Uncle Xingchi is the only eminent monk in Qingliang Temple who understands Western learning and can speak Western languages. Uncle Xingchi got these potatoes from a foreigner who happened to pass by at the foot of the mountain last spring.
Because Uncle Master has accumulated a lot of experience in farming over the years, he used a bag of sweet potatoes to grow sweet potatoes on a small field of half an acre last year. He did not eat any of them and saved all the seeds. This year, we disciples, under the guidance of Uncle Master,
Using sweet potato pieces and the sweet potato seedlings that grew later, we transplanted the young sweet potato seedlings bit by bit, and finally the land was completely planted."
"So that's it."
When Kangxi heard that a cloth bag of sweet potatoes could actually grow half an acre of sweet potatoes, his eyes were filled with excitement and regret. He thought that if he had valued Suo'etu's birthday gift last year, people in the imperial village would also have grown up.
He has been studying sweet potatoes for a long time. Will he be able to harvest several acres of sweet potatoes this winter?
But there is no such thing as regret in life. Kangxi held his little son in his arms and was about to go to the sweet potato field to the east to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, his big hands accidentally held little Yinzhen in his arms.
It was wiped off.
"Yeah! Qiuqiu~"
Xiao Yinzhen saw that his favorite new toy in the past two days had fallen from his hands, and he was immediately stunned. A pair of small hands patted Kangxi's arm holding his small body, and the little girl screamed urgently.
road.
Everyone looked down when they heard his voice, and saw that the round takraw ball quickly rolled down the slope as soon as it hit the ground. The rolling speed was so fast that no one could keep up with it.
"Ball~"
Xiao Yinzhen stretched out his little fleshy hand to catch it himself, tears welling up in his big eyes.
Kangxi originally wanted to wait until he went to the front yard to find the host to get a sepak takraw ball, but he also thought that his youngest son was nostalgic. The rattle that he punctured was not allowed to be thrown away by the palace officials, and had to be tied with a rope.
He got up and tied it to the railing of his cradle bed, then he had no choice but to say to Yinti, who was running the fastest and eager to try:
"Baoqing, go down the slope and look for it. See where Xiao Shisi's sepak takraw ball fell."
"Hey, good!"
That's what Yinti was waiting for. He hurriedly responded and ran down the mountain road like a joy. Unexpectedly, he saw a man wearing a red cassock and a bamboo strip on his head not long after running.
Old monk in bamboo hat.
The old monk was holding a blue cloth bag in his left hand, and a brown bag slung across his chest. In his right hand, he held Xiao Si's takraw ball that was stained with a lot of grass roots and soil. Next to the old monk,
Followed by a young monk who also wore a bamboo hat on his head, a small baggage tied to his chest, a small cloth bag in his left hand, and a bunch of red candied haws in his right hand.
Yinti looked at the sepak takraw ball in the old monk's hand, walked forward with a smile and said:
"Old monk, thank you very much. Please give me the takraw ball in your hand. It is my little brother's toy."
Hearing this, the old monk also smiled and handed the takraw ball in his hand to Yinti, and said: "Here it is for you, little benefactor, take it. There are a lot of dry grass in the mountains. Once the takraw ball rolls in, it will disappear."
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Yinti also smiled brightly and nodded in agreement. He reached out to take the sepak takraw ball and was about to turn back. Unexpectedly, he happened to see the old monk standing on the left side and raised his head to look at him curiously. He was one shoulder shorter than him.
There is a familiar carmine mole between the eyebrows, and the little monk has a handsome face.
The distant memory of his childhood was instantly opened up at this moment. Yinti couldn't help but hold the sepak takraw ball in both hands, and his eyes burst out with amazing joy, as if he had seen a little fairy, and he shouted loudly:
"You are, you are the little Tang Monk who appeared in the suburbs of Beijing when you were a child, right?"
The young monk Zhikong, who had not read "Journey to the West", did not know that the four Tang monks and his disciples who were going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures hurriedly swallowed the candied haws in their mouths.
Although he felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar, he was just over two years old when he showed up with his disciples at Chenjiazhuang. He could not remember Baoqing them for a long time, so he corrected him with a smile:
"Donor, the young monk's surname is not 'Tang', the young monk's name is 'Jiang Liu'er', and his dharma title is 'Zhikong'."
"Oh, I know your name is Jiang Liu'er, Tang Monk's real name!"
Yinti's voice became louder and he smiled more happily. The sound was so loud that birds flew out of the tree. Kangxi and others standing in the vegetable field above heard the sound and thought that Yinti was in danger, so they all thought that Yinti was in danger.
He hurriedly ran down the mountain road.
Kangxi was also inexplicably panicked. He felt that this shouldn't be the case. There were so many secret guards watching in secret. How could Yin Ti not be in danger?
When he led his family and the little novice monk who had just led him the way, he hurried to the halfway point of the mountain. From a distance, he saw Yinti pulling a little monk wearing a bamboo hat, as if he was seeing an old acquaintance.
He shouted with uncontrollable excitement.
After Kangxi saw that his eldest son was not in danger, he calmed down his chaotic breathing and strode forward with little fourteen in his arms.
Unexpectedly, the little novice monk who was following him suddenly ran past him quickly, shouting in surprise as he ran:
"Uncle Master Xingchi and uncle Zhikong have returned to the temple!"
When Kangxi heard this, his steps instantly froze on the spot and he was stunned.
The empress dowager, imperial concubine, and crown prince who were following him all stopped and looked at the old monk not far away in shock.
Yinzhen turned his head and looked back, and saw a large group of young monks who were digging sweet potatoes on the top of the mountain. When they heard the little novice's voice, they all ran towards this side in a swarm of joy.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched his chin, and looked at the elder brother and the two monks standing next to each other in front of him, thinking that it seemed that the old monk and the young monk were very popular in the temple.
At this time, the old monk also followed the movement and looked towards Kangxi and others.
When the Empress Dowager put the old monk's old face together with the young face in her memory, the fingers hanging by her side could not help but tremble.
Kangxi's nose couldn't help but feel sore. The deepest impression of his Khan Amma in his memory was still in the time when his fourth brother in Chengqian Palace was just born. His own Khan Amma ecstatically announced to the people of the world that the fourth brother was the
After the edict of his "first son" was issued, E Niang was so uncomfortable that she covered her heart and wiped her tears with a handkerchief in Jingren Palace.
Ma Ma, in front of him and his second brother Fuquan, took advantage of the opportunity when Khan Amma went to the Cining Palace to pay his respects, and slapped him loudly in public, scaring herself and her second brother to tears.
He came out, but his mother didn't say anything. She just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her fingers coldly, then turned away with her sleeves rolled up against her red and swollen face.
And later, the beloved fourth brother did not even survive three months and died young.
Regardless of the objections of the Queen Mother, Khan Amma openly summoned many lamas and monks into the palace to give salvation to the fourth brother. He held Concubine Dong E in his arms, who was crying and almost died. They both knelt in front of the small coffin and cried bitterly.
At that time, he thought that Khan Amma's saddest time was just like this, but he never thought that two years later, when Concubine Dong E died of illness, Khan Amma became moody and completely crazy. Not only did he clamor to become a monk, but he also picked up scissors and "
"Click" and cut off half of the braid on its own.
With a full head of half-long hair and tears streaming down his face, he ran around barefoot in the Qianqing Palace. Even the Queen Mother knelt on the ground and cried and begged him. There was only missionary Tang Ruowang in the palace. This Khan Ama affectionately called
The white-bearded old man of "Marfa" can calm down the crazy Khan Amma.
He was seven years old at the time. He watched his own Khan, a majestic emperor, crying like a child after the death of Concubine Dong E. He felt in his heart that his own Khan was really unfilial and lacking in majesty.
I am deeply disappointed in him.
Later, this man was lying on the dragon bed with smallpox rash on his face and his face was pale. He took his hand, dragged his body in front of him angrily, and told himself intermittently in his ear: "Mongolia can
If you can't trust me, you have to act like it
The emperor of the Manchu Han Dynasty, after guarding against Tsarist Russia in the north and San Francisco in the south, completely passed away. When he died, he was so horrified that he knelt down in front of his Khan Ama's dragon bed and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe.
I almost fainted after catching my breath.
Now more than twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and scenes from the past are emerging in front of his eyes. Kangxi looked at the old monk with a peaceful face and a calm body not far away. There was no trace of the crazy young emperor at all, and his heart felt empty.
Only then finally understood myself
Why was Madam Huang unwilling to come to Mount Wutai? Why did she insist on saying that her son had died long ago? Why did the living Buddhist master have nothing to do with her? And why did the old monk Xingsen tell him in the Main Hall not long ago that "things are different and people are different
, the past cannot be pursued.”
Looking at the leader in front of him, his eldest grandson, who didn't recognize him, but kept opening and closing his mouth, babbling happily, and his smart and bright junior brother were slowly walking toward him, both familiar and unfamiliar.
Old monk, Kangxi felt that his throat was extremely tight, and his eyes could not help but turn red. Respectfully and with a little choked up, he stumbled over and lowered his head to face the visitor and shouted in a low voice: