"The trees in the fragrant mountains are red, covering the lush greenery. The cold rain whispered in the autumn wind. The road to welcome guests, the stone steps are covered with calmness. I am happy in the cold autumn wind."

Jin Zhong read out the words on the stone tablet and praised them from time to time. He thought that the lyricist was good and had a bit of literary talent.

Hu Ye walked up and did not care why Zhu Di had the ability to shoot tigers. He actually shot an arrow into the stone. Instead, he came to the stone tablet and squatted down, touched the words engraved on the stone tablet with his hand, which was so familiar.

"There are thousands of trees in the fragrant mountain that are red..."

Every time he touched a word, Hu Ye would pronounce that word, because in the 21st century, Hu Ye had also seen this stone tablet. When he came to Peking not long ago, he recited the poem for Zhang Fu, which was carved on it.

This was the first familiar thing that Hu Ye saw after coming to the Ming Dynasty, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

Zhu Di and Zhang Fu also came to the front of the stone tablet and stared at the stone tablet blankly.

"Wenbi, is this the poem you mentioned?" Zhu Di glanced at the poem on the stone tablet and asked Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu looked at it carefully and confirmed that this was the poem that Hu Ye sang at the beginning, and he wanted to bring Hu Ye to Xiangshan because of this. So Zhang Fu nodded to Zhu Di with certainty.

Zhu Di pondered when he heard this. According to what Zhang Fu said, this poem should have been written by Hu Ye's master. Because looking at the age of the stone tablet, it was at least two or three hundred years. It is estimated that Hu Ye had not been born when the monument was erected, so Hu Ye could not have faked it.

A stone tablet two or three hundred years ago! Zhu Di sighed in his heart, which means that Hu Ye's master lived at least two or three hundred years old, which is basically not a level that humans can reach, and can only be described as immortals.

Zhu Di has now confirmed Hu Ye’s identity and is even more certain that Hu Ye has a mysterious master.

"Hu Ye, is this the poem your master wrote?"

After a sigh, Zhu Di suddenly asked Hu Ye if the news from Hu Ye was reliable.

"I don't know if it was done by my master, I only know that the master told me this poem." Hu Ye said casually.

"Since Master Ling said it, it was probably what he did. I didn't expect that such a master's poem would not be seen in the sun for many years. It was a sin. If it weren't for the tiger's appearance today, such a masterpiece would have been buried." Zhu Di sighed and then ordered to the guard, "Come on, remove all the debris around the stone tablet and let it accept the admiration of passers-by. This is a little bit of my strength to give the master."

"Caomin thanked Your Highness for the Master."

Hu Ye bowed to Zhu Di. Although the stone tablet had nothing to do with him, the play still had to continue.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

As soon as Hu Ye finished speaking, he heard Xu Miaoyin's anxious voice coming from behind.

It turned out that they also noticed the roar of the guard just now, thinking that an assassin was assassin, so they quickly asked the guards to take the children with them and rushed up.

"It's nothing, it's just a tiger, it's the guards' fuss." Zhu Di comforted Xu Miaoyin. He did not say the danger just now, and he was afraid that Xu Miaoyin would be worried. Moreover, Zhu Gaoxi was still in her arms. It would be bad if he was frightened. Then this trip to Xiangshan would be worth the loss.

"It's fine." After hearing Zhu Di's answer, Xu Miaoyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, since everyone has arrived, let's go to Xiangshan Temple together." Seeing that the women and children followed, Zhu Di ordered to continue moving forward.

He never dared to separate the team again. Perhaps his large team could block the tiger, but if the tiger was killing the children or a few women, the consequences would be very serious.

Walking in the team, Hu Ye was very curious. Why did a tiger suddenly burst out? Strangely, with Zhu Di's archery technique, the second arrow actually hit a stone tablet, and it couldn't be pulled out. What's even more strange is that there was such a poem engraved on this stone tablet. Does he really have a master? The tiger specifically lures everyone to discover the stone tablet?

After thinking for a long time without any result, Hu Ye stopped thinking because he had already arrived at the gate of Xiangshan Temple.

Abbot Juehui of Xiangshan Temple had been waiting at the gate long ago. Zhu Di was the local emperor of Beijing. He still needed Zhu Di's care for Xiangshan Temple. Many monks' certificates of tribute must be checked by the Yan Prince's Mansion before they can be submitted to the Ministry of Revenue. If he offended Zhu Di, his Xiangshan Temple would be difficult.

"I am a monk Juehui, here to welcome His Highness the King of Yan." Seeing Zhu Di and others coming up, Juehui hurriedly brought a group of monks to salute.

Zhu Di was in a good mood today, so he naturally would not put on any airs. He also put his hands together and replied to the monks, "Abbot Juehui is so polite."

"I guess Your Highness has been a little tired all the way. I have prepared some tea and pastries in the side hall, and asked Your Highness to move to the side hall." Juehui turned sideways and made an invitation.

Zhu Di was not polite either. He climbed Xiangshan for nearly an hour and everyone was indeed a little tired, so they followed Juehui to the side hall.

When I was studying in Beijing, Hu Ye visited Xiangshan Temple, but it was repaired after being robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance. What I see now is the most primitive Xiangshan Temple. Although it is not as magnificent as later generations, the Buddhist aura is much stronger.

Everyone was drinking tea and eating pastries happily, only Zheng Eryi was motionless and staring at the monk walking back and forth fiercely. The monk who snatched his steamed buns when he was a child had a great influence on him, so that he hated monks for the rest of his life.

After being recruited by Zhu Di as his personal guard, he often wanted to see Daoyan, but Daoyan was Zhu Di's humble minister, and he did not dare to attack Daoyan. He saw so many monks again today, and he wanted to beat him one by one. But after looking at Zhu Di, he endured it strongly. He knew the importance of this trip to Zhu Di. If he messed up, the consequences would be very serious.

So after owing two monks last time, Zheng Er owe another monk in his heart, vowing that he must beat three monks next time he sees them, or beat the same monk three times, so that he can relieve the hatred in his heart.

"I wonder if Your Highness came to Xiangshan Temple this time to make a wish or fulfill it." After everyone had rested, Juehui walked up to ask Zhu Di.

"It's for making a wish, and it's for fulfilling it." Zhu Di replied, then waved his hand to Zheng Eryi.

Zheng Er walked up with a box and handed it to Juehui.

"Master Juehui, this is five hundred taels of incense and oil, which can be regarded as a wish I paid back three years ago." Zhu Di opened the box in Zheng Er's hand and saw five hundred taels of silver ingots lying inside.

It turned out that Zhu Di and Xu Miaoyin had visited Xiangshan Temple three years ago. At that time, they made a wish that if Zhu Gaoxi's illness could be cured, they would definitely come to fulfill their wish in the future.

Now Zhu Gaoxi's illness is settled, and he only waits for Hu Ye and the two old men to treat him this time. If it is done, he must overhaul the Xiangshan Temple for Juehui.

"I thank Your Highness." Juehui had seen the world. She asked someone to put the silver away without blinking her eyes.

"I wonder what wish your highness wants to make?"

After putting away the money, Juehui asked Zhu Di again.

"Amitabha Buddha is to make a wish, which is the wish in his heart. If he speaks clearly, he will not work. Master Juehui said too much." As soon as Juehui finished asking, Daoyan stood up and said.

"Amitabha, I am indeed a rude monk. Please forgive me for your sins." Juehui also knew that he had made some mistakes and quickly smoothed out the situation.

Make a wish is a silent thought in your heart, but it won’t work if you say it. Although Hu Ye thinks it won’t work if it is buried in your heart. There are no gods in the world, and you can realize any wishes yourself.

"It's okay." Zhu Di smiled, then said to Daoyan, "Shi Dao, you can talk to Master Juehui about Buddhism. I will take Miaoyin to the hall to make a wish."

"Yes." Daoyan hurriedly said yes. In fact, debating with others is Daoyan's favorite. He is suffering from having no opponents on weekdays and often preaches to Buddha statues in the mansion. Now that he has a master-level figure, he is naturally extremely happy.

Hu Ye was also preparing to follow Zhu Di to the hall, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got up, Juehui glanced at him. Then he left Daoyan, came straight to Hu Ye's side, and looked carefully at Hu Ye's forehead.
Chapter completed!