In the northeast of Nanjing, there is a city wall separated from Xuanwu Lake.

There is a mountain inside the city wall, which is not high, and is called Jilong Mountain.

There are platforms, pavilions, and temples on the mountain.

Between Baotai Street, there are Nanjing Imperial College and Shangyuan County School. If it were in the past, such places where scholars gathered would inevitably be a place with bright lights and wine that was not inferior to the banks of the Qinhuai River.

But it is because a master has lived in Jilong Mountain and the temple over the years, so Jilong Mountain has become a forbidden place and people are not allowed to enter.

This also led to the need for teachers and students of the Imperial College and Shangyuan County School to cross half of the city and go to the Qinhuai River in the south of the city to have fun. Or, walk a long way along the wall, and go out of the city gate and head north to Xuanwu Lake to board a boat for fun.

It really made the teachers and students of the Imperial College and Shangyuan County School.

Making things that are already physically exhausted become more physically exhausted.

The trees on Jilong Mountain are very dense, and only a small piece of bluestone stairs can be seen at the foot of the mountain.

When Zhu Zhanji took Zhang Tian and Zhu Xiu to the steps down the mountain, he could only see a little novice monk holding a broom higher than his body in his hand, reluctantly sweeping the already clean steps.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the airtight forest on the side of the steps. He knew that if it weren't for him who appeared here, two Jinyiwei wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring swords would have popped up in the grass and woods.

When the little novice monk saw the three people suddenly appearing at the foot of the mountain, he immediately took a broom and crossed the steps, which was quite like a Buddhist Vajra.

"We are not a bad guy!"

Zhu Zhanji looked at the little novice monk with a funny look and said happily.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was quite upright and polite, he didn't look like a bad person, he gave a Buddhist ritual: "Donor, this is a forbidden place, and he will not receive pilgrims."

Zhu Zhanji stepped forward, patted Xiaoxia's naked and very silky head, and silently slid: "Why are you the only one here to sweep the floor?"

The little novice frowned like a little adult: "I stole a fruit last night and was punished by my master. Donor, you should leave quickly. If the killing gods see it, you will not be able to leave."

The little novice monk kindly reminded him, shaking his head, trying to let the man's hand spread out of his forehead. After trying it a few times, he had no results.

Zhu Zhanji continued to squint his hands and said lightly: "I'm here to find that old bald donkey. You see, no one has come out to drive me out for so long, right? What does this mean? It means we are in the same group!"

The little novice frowned and said that there were so many old bald donkeys in his own temple...

He was a little unable to hold on who the person was talking about, but when he saw that no one popped up next to him, he couldn't help but think quietly.

Zhu Zhanji felt that his palm was a little oily, so he patted the little shark's head, then let go and pull the other person away: "Okay, I'm still in a hurry, don't delay my trip later!

I'll bring you a few more fruits when I'm growing up! Poor children, how can I not give enough food? The court gave those offerings to those good things, is the old bald donkey embezzled?"

The little novice monk didn't know that much, but now he agreed with the donor's explanation. The old bald donkeys in the temple must have embezzled his fruits!

Zhang Tian and Zhu Xiu followed behind, and were stunned when they heard this. They never thought that their grandson could arrange the one in the temple like this.

Zhu Zhanji had already stepped onto the steps. The little shami standing at the foot of the mountain became more and more angry when she thought about it. She suddenly threw the broom in her hand to the ground.

Not to sweep it!

Then he secretly looked around and silently picked up the broom.

On the mountain road, it is now full of spring, and the surroundings are greener than other places.

When you approach the mountain gate, there are a circle of peach trees around you, with peach blossoms blooming, and the pink and cute.

Zhu Zhanji has never understood why there are so many peach trees outside this monk temple.

Logically speaking, the peach blossoms should be directed at the boys and girls who are thinking about spring. The temple is full of old bald donkeys with pure hearts and desires, and it should be planting green pine and green willows.

I can't figure it out over the years, and the old bald donkey didn't explain it to him, so Zhu Zhanji could only be curious.

After entering the temple gate, Zhu Zhanji was familiar with the way, and walked around the empty main hall in front of him and walked backwards. Along the way, there were few monks, and when they saw him, they just chanted Amitabha Buddha.

When they reached the highest point of Jilong Mountain, outside a small courtyard full of peach trees, Zhang Tian and Zhu Xiu stopped and stayed outside.

The peach trees outside the courtyard are far thicker and more lush than outside the temple, but there are only green leaves but no peach blossoms on the trees. There are also some scattered petals on the ground.

When I pushed the door open and entered the yard, I saw a few fish in a pool of clear water.

Fish are not goldfish, koi, silver carp that is more than a dozen feet long, fat heads and grass carp swimming slowly in the water, looking quite comfortable.

There is only one thatched hut in the yard, and the air leaks from all sides of the hut.

Next to the house, there is the largest peach tree on the entire Jilong Mountain, which is pink and different from the peach tree without a single petal outside the courtyard.

Under the peach tree, there was a bald old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon in a wooden platform. In front of him, a shiny wooden fish was being knocked by the old monk.

The old monk's head was obviously not as bright and smooth as the little novice monk at the foot of the mountain, and it looked a little slutty and dry.

This old monk is not someone else, it is the prime minister in black, Yao Guangxiao!

Without introducing it, we all know what feats this person has done.

Yao Guangxiao did not look back, turned his back to Zhu Zhanji, and the wooden fish in his hand stopped: "Is this year's peach blossoms blooming particularly red!"

A mindless sentence seemed to Yao Guangxiao know who entered the courtyard.

Zhu Zhanji immediately smiled and suddenly became happy. He jumped to the peach tree with a small step, groped on the wooden platform for a while, and then spoke in dissatisfaction: "Old bald donkey, why is there nothing!"

Yao Guangxiao couldn't help but point at Zhu Zhanji, not as good as a Buddhist, and cursed: "You kid, that time I came to wipe out my things! I recited the Lotus Sutra three times today, but I didn't recite it smoothly. I knew that today was probably not good, and you kid was going to have a disaster again!"

Zhu Zhanji listened, his mouth twitched, feeling that he definitely didn't believe such a mysterious thing. The old monk was just afraid that the good things he gave him would be terrible.

Yao Guangxiao had just cursed enough, and his expression was restrained, and he immediately returned to the appearance of a Taoist monk: "I know what happened outside the city gate and above the court today. Are you going to play a big game?"

The old monk really seemed to have mastered the Tao, and could predict what was happening outside the temple with a counting fingers.

Zhu Zhanji curled his lips: "It's the Jinyiwei outside who came here again? How can there be any big flag but not big flag? It's just a dragon flag of our Ming Dynasty..."

Yao Guangxiao looked at Zhu Zhanji calmly, tapped the wooden fish, and then said mysteriously: "I just asked you if the peach blossoms are particularly red this year, you haven't answered yet."

This is all about it!

Zhu Zhanji was so angry that he really wanted to reach out.
Chapter completed!