Royal Road

In winter, it is cold and there are more charcoal stoves at night. Even in the academy of staff, new stoves are installed in all likelihood. However, there is no heating appliance in this bedroom, and it is as cold as an ice cellar. For another person, I was afraid that it would have been cold and curled up long ago, but the person on the bed was sweating profusely, and even the bedding under his body slipped a little.

The man is not wearing a shirt. There are deep or shallow arrow marks on the exposed shoulders. Although these scars are hideous, they are not very shocking, and they have not compromised the firmness and firmness of the texture. Instead, they gave birth to an awe-inspiring state. Just like those predatory beasts, Ben Zhang Xiongjian makes people delighted and admired.

And now, the broad shoulders were taut, as if wrestling with something.

The low and shallow breathing became more and more urgent, bringing a slight gasp. I don't know whether it was cold or frightened. At the moment when he reached the peak, his closed eyes trembled and opened his eyes. In the gray-blue eyes, there was mist and confusion, but more of it was red flame-like scorching heat, as if to penetrate a barrier and nailed to the phantom of nostalgia.

Soon, those eyes closed again. After three or five breaths, when he opened it again, the blue eyes were only as deep and calm as before.

Yi Yan opened the bedding, turned over and sat up from the couch. The sweat on his back has been dried by the cold wind, causing some tingling pain. However, the stickiness in the pants will not disappear out of thin air. This should be embarrassing, but he didn't have any expression on his face, just took off his dirty shorts, got up and walked to the side of the basin, dipped some cold water, and wiped it off.

It's not a lot of effort, and the traces of impropriety disappear. Yi Yan pulled out a new suit and slowly put it on.

This is not the first time he dreamed of these unbearable sights. But the initial shame and fear have disappeared, leaving only comfort. In the day by day, without intermittent suffering, he supported him and staggered forward. I don't know if it was because of living in the same mansion again, that dream came even more and more luscious, but Yi Yan was never defeated by the dream. He knew that he wanted more than just those in his dreams.

There was no maid waiting in the room. After being neatly dressed, the soldiers outside the door brought warm water and green salt for washing. After taking care of his appearance, Yi Yan didn't use his food, so he walked out of the room.

These days, the Tiger Wolf Camp has started training, and he will go out of the city to the camp every day. But no matter how tired, Yi Yan would return to the city on time and rest in the governor's mansion. But today, he is not going outside the city.

After passing through several corridors, Yi Yan came to the main courtyard. Many people have been waiting in the courtyard. Today is the winter solstice. According to the usual practice, it is time to hold a Nuo ceremony and then hold a banquet to entertain the officials. As one of the most important festivals at the end of the year, how could Cishifu let go of such a good opportunity to calm people's hearts?

Yi Yan also stood in the queue. Now he is no longer the chief military officer, and Linghusheng and others are still in line. However, to the confidant of Yi Yan, the veterans all showed enough kindness, and after seeing the courtesy, the team calmed down again. After a while, the main hall door was opened, and a few people came to the courtyard surrounded by a long jade-shaped man with a dark crown and garnet.

The man's complexion was still a little pale, even if he was wearing winter clothes, he looked like a wild crane and a lone pine. The slim figure doesn't make people feel thin, on the contrary, there is an aura of no anger and prestige. Just standing in front of the hall, the civil and military all bowed and saluted respectfully.

"Today's winter solstice, no need to be polite." A clear voice sounded in the courtyard. When everyone straightened up, the talent paced to Fang Xiangshi, who was wearing a fierce face, and said solemnly: "Er Nai rate the old Nuo, Get rid of the group!"

The Nuo Ceremony in the Governor's Mansion is much more grand than that of the County Mansion. Following the envoy's command, Fang Xiang led the strong boy around him, shouting loudly. The majestic Nuo dance, with the sound of drum music, boils like flames.

Everyone wears masks, animal skins, and spears and spears, like a flock of demons dancing. However, the man stood still among the ghosts. The torch was reflected on the jade-like cheek, shining brightly.

Yi Yan didn't look away, just staring at the scene in front of him. Until Fang Xiangshi, who was holding the torch, rushed out of the Cishi Mansion and headed towards Jinyang City Avenue.

The Nuo ceremony is over, it should have been a banquet. The master of the Governor's Mansion got on the carriage and headed to the west of the city. A grand puja is also held in Huai'en Temple. This is the first time that a Buddhist temple held a seven-day sacrificial meeting on the winter solstice. Surpass the souls of the dead and comfort the ancestors.

This is somewhat different from the Buddhist rituals, but such a meeting is no different for the people of Jinyang who believe in Buddhism. Fang Xiangshi is just expelling ghosts and avoiding epidemics. Those who want to survive the death of their relatives still have to pay homage to the Buddha and Dao.

The visit of the governor in person gave this law a special color. The eminent monks in the temple greeted all the temple gates.

"Host, Zen Master." Liang Feng stepped forward and saluted the two leading monks.

The elderly host and Zhu Fahu respectfully responded. Not long ago, Zhu Fada took his mentor to Bingzhou and settled in Huai'en Temple. Now these two people with similar identities seem to be extremely harmonious, how could it not be surprising.

"The Fa conference is about to open, please let the monarch enter the hall." The old monk looked as usual, and asked calmly. It seems that the person invited is not the lord of the state, but a devout believer.

Liang Feng smiled and entered the Buddhist temple together with his cronies behind him. Due to the arrival of Zhu Fahu and others, the size of the monks in the temple has increased several times, but the Buddhist temple has not been expanded and settlement has become a problem. However, there are also benefits of having more people. For example, this puja is several times larger than that of the Obon Festival. It has also gained a lot of popularity from the Jinyang people who have always liked to drive Nuo during the winter solstice.

"The scriptures recited today were translated by Zen Master Zhu Fahu." After sitting down on the futon, the host bowed to the old monk beside him, "Also ask the Zen master to read it."

Opening the altar for the Fa conference is also the supreme glory. The Hu monk with gray eyebrows gave a gift, opened the scripture, and read it. The Sanskrit sound curled and resounded through the hall, and Liang Feng's gaze swept between the two for a while before closing his eyes.

In these days, the two groups of monks are actually still a bit of friction. But Zhu Fa protects his people, unlike his disciples. He doesn't care about these mundane tasks, and he just wants to translate the scriptures and spread the Fa. The prosperity of Jinyang Buddhism, the devout believers, and the full support of the envoy made him extremely moved.

The Huai En Temple host quickly grasped this and used it to the extreme. So there is a pattern of one person in charge of the outside and one person in charge of the inside in the temple. It is also a delicate balance.

Today's Fa conference is exactly this kind of balanced display. In his eyes, Liang Feng naturally nodded secretly.

After the chanting, the Fa is taught, and there are ceremonies such as worshipping Buddha. The puja would last for seven days, but Liang Feng didn't have so much time to stay in the temple. The governor had to host a banquet to the officials, and even the fast food could not be used in the temple.

The host didn't mind Liang Feng leaving in a hurry, and still sent him out personally. Just added a sentence before leaving: "The poor monk has been thinking about it for a long time, and the matter of changing his surname should be widely promoted. The Zen Master Zhu Fa is also searching for sutras, and should be able to find the words of the Buddha.

Liang Feng's eyes lit up: "To preside over this action, the merits are for the future."

After Buddhism came to the East, monks often followed the Master's surname. The surname of the monk from Tianzhu is Zhu, the surname of the monk from Rest is An, and the surname of the monk from the Dayuezhi branch. Even if some people love Buddhism, they just change their surnames to "monk" and "Buddha". There is no unified surname. In this way, the disciples under the guardianship of Zhu Fa became another faction. If things go on like this, isn't it necessary to fight in a division?

Therefore, when Liang Feng proposed the monks to unify their surnames, the old monk understood. A disciple of Sakyamuni, it's right to be the surname Shi! And his insights also moved Zhu Fa, who was well versed in the Scriptures, to remember the story of a scripture he had ever seen in which the four surnames of Tianzhu were mentioned, and the surnames were abandoned when they became monks.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, coupled with the pious origin and the government's instigation, how can it not hit it off?

No one knows better than Liang Feng the importance of monks changing their surnames. This is an excellent way to control the monks, to eliminate the barriers caused by the surname and inheritance a little bit, and to use the rules of the Jinyang line to restrain the world. This huge sect will gradually come under the control of the government. In this way, most of the hidden worries will be eliminated.

Step by step down the long steps of Huai'en Temple, Liang Feng stood in front of the car and breathed a sigh of relief before stepping into the car. He didn't even take the time to take a look at the people following the car.

At dusk, there was a banquet in the main hall of the Cishi Mansion, and Jinyang civil and military warriors filed out and took seats. Everyone toasted together to congratulate the superior.

There are talks about elegant music, singing and dancing, and public banquet poems with excellent words and sentences. There were a lot of people who came this time, except for the officials from the state, Jinyang Gaomen also came. Everyone was firmly condensed next to that person, like a water hump that had begun to be pushed by a big river, with one hammer and one hammer, this piece of scorched earth burned by the flames of war was compacted, and it was full of vitality.

However, Yi Yan's eyebrows couldn't stretch out when he looked at the dignity of the person sitting there. Just because the person in the seat smiled, showing unnoticeable fatigue. This day was too long, too long to bear. Regardless of the colleagues who persuaded him to drink, Yi Yan drank the thick wine that wouldn't be intoxicating, drinking glass by glass without stopping.

The banquet lasted for two hours before it was over. It was a three-day holiday, with a hundred officials sealed, and soldiers stopped fighting. The most difficult time of winter has passed, and anyone should cherish these few days of leisure.

Some people still can't get free.

After everyone retired, Zhang Bin leaned over and whispered a few words in a low voice. Liang Feng took one step without stopping, and led people to the study.

Behind him, Yi Yan stopped to look at the disappearing back, suppressing the pain in his heart. All personal affair is not worth mentioning in front of the general trend. How can he worry about his own delusion?

Turning around calmly, Yi Yan stepped towards the courtyard where he lived, just as before.