MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs-v100 Chapter 531 Pei Yuanxian Extra Story 2: Cultivate heirs, usher in Yu Lan

  Chapter 531 Pei Yuanxian Extra Story 2: Cultivate heirs and usher in the Obon Festival

  The kind-hearted little monk Yuren asked: "Benefactor, do you need my help?"

  Pei Yuanxian caressed the strings of the zither, sighed quietly, "It's a pity, I have all the skills but no one learns them, so the inheritance will be cut off." The sound of the zither is as unwilling as its owner.

  The little monk tilted his head with curiosity, "What skills do you have?"

  Pei Yuanxian snapped his fingers and counted them one by one, "Qinqi calligraphy and painting, Qimen Dunjia, Four Books and Five Classics, and debates on Buddhism. Even the vegetables grown in your temple are not as diverse as I grow."

  Oh, it turns out that he is not from the temple. Yu Ren pointed at the mountain, "There are many young monks in the temple, and there are many who want to learn skills, but it's up to you whether they want to learn from you."

  Pei Yuanxian brushed his hair on the sideburns, and Emperor Dasheng personally accepted disciples, and he might not care about it. This is really dumbfounding. But he was still smiling. "I can also do divination and divination. Looking at your face, I only feel that the future is bright and precious. But the rough jade still needs to be carved, so I was moved to accept disciples."

  Yu Ren couldn't help laughing, a corner of the gray gauze was blown by the wind, and he felt like a jade tree facing the wind at a young age. "What is the value of me as a monk? I just want to practice my kung fu, pick good water, knock on wooden fish and recite good scriptures."

Pei Yuanxian got up suddenly, and put his fingers on his wrist, "No, Yuren, you are not a monk. It is the destiny of fate, you will marry the most noble woman in the world in the future. You are the teacher of the state, the husband of the king, and you are under one person." Above ten thousand people. But you have to learn from me before you can marry her."

   "Amitabha, sin, sin!" Yuren stepped back again and again, "How can a monk marry a wife? Don't talk nonsense. I'm going to practice!"

  Yuren fled in despair, but heard the man behind him say: "If someone bullies your Aunt Shishi in the future, what will you do?"

Yuren stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and said with infinite sorrow in her eyes, "Are you going to lie to me again? Aunt Shishi is gone, she is the best person to me. My mother once said, my life She gave it all."

  Yu Ren has another name—Ying Zheren. It's just that time has passed so long that he probably forgot about it himself.

  Pei Yuanxian approached and touched his bald head, "But she still has a daughter, and there will be many people who will stare at her in the future. Should you protect Aunt Shishi's daughter?"

  The little monk blinked his eyes, and the blue veins on the back of his hands betrayed his emotions. He squatted on the ground, picked up a small wooden branch and scribbled on it. "I've seen her before. She is a high-ranking empress dowager, with a father who loves her, and loyal courtiers. As soon as she gives an order, countless guards of the Habayashi will rush to protect her. She won't need me."

  Standing on the hillside of Honolulu, through the mountains, you can see the cornices of Yanjing Palace. Pei Yuanxian also seemed to see the woman in green in the palace. "However, her father will get old. When her father gets old, he will need you. Don't you have to be prepared? And I can help you. In other words, we can help each other. I ask for an inheritor , and you learned how to protect her."

  Yu Ren hooked the corner of his lower lip, and there was a hint of cunning in his smile. "Since you want to protect the most honorable person in the world, you must learn from the most powerful person. How do you prove that you are the most powerful?"

  Pei Yuanxian shrugged, "What do you say?"

   "Compare with the host." Yu Ren said.

  **

   In the competition between Pei Yuanxian and Ananda, there is only one referee, that is, Yu Ren.

  Compared to the temperament, Ananda gave up directly;

   On the way of chess, they talked on the Qiping Mountain, and Pei Yuanxian easily won;

  As for calligraphy and painting, Ananda is not Pei Yuanxian's opponent.

  The presidency of Ananda lost all face. He quit, he said, "Tanyue, you can't bully the old monk like this, let's compete in martial arts."

  You must know that Xiangji Temple has its own inheritance. The previous great master passed away and will pass on the exercises to the next generation. So Ananda is now the great master.

  Although Pei Yuanxian was not the opponent of the grand master, he didn't know what he said, so that he was tied with Ananda.

   "Yu Ren, come to apprentice."

   Things have come to this, Yuren knelt down respectfully, "Master, please be respected by the apprentice. I don't know the name of the master."

  Pei Yuanxian with his hands behind his back, the cloud is calm and the wind is light, "Yuan Xian, the Yuan of the original Yuan, the envy of Linyuan Xianyu."

  **

  In the days that followed, Pei Yuanxian began to teach Yuren useless tools: not only piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also tea ceremony, flower ceremony and incense ceremony. He also took him to visit tea shops and restaurants in Yanjing to listen to the opinions of the people. Pass by Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to learn about the latest trends of the university and the results of herbal research and development.

   It has been seven years since Dayan ruled the world.

  At the beginning of July, Pei Yuanxian took Yuren down the mountain again and entered Yanjing. When passing the blue and white workshop, Pei Yuanxian stopped for a moment and passed by. In the end, two sets of Tianshuiqing clothes were made for Yu Ren next door, with emerald green silk sash and a green jade pendant.

  Yu Ren's hair has grown long. After returning to his meditation room, he put on his clothes and lost his mind. "Master, why did you buy clothes today?"

   "Don't you know? The Obon Festival of Xiangji Temple is here. At that time, the temple will prepare a variety of food and drink, set up vegetarian food for monks, hold sutra chanting, and put on lanterns. At that time, someone from the royal family will come."

  If the royal family comes, will the Crown Princess come? Will he come with his father? Yuren asked herself silently.

   On the day of the Obon Festival, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, and Xiangji Temple was extremely prosperous.

   Many people heard about it and came to watch the fun.

   There was a long queue at the place where the fasting offering was set up. It's just because people who give fasting are born too dusty and elegant. Dressed in blue sky and water, Mr. Moshang is as human as jade.

  Yu Ren did all this patiently until he saw the two young princes. These two people are also born very well, one is dressed in white and the other is dressed in blue, they both look about sixteen or seventeen years old. Especially that young man in white, whose brilliance cannot be concealed by the bright moon and pearls.

  Yu Ren was stunned for a moment, his knuckles turned slightly white, then he served a fast meal, and added an extra bamboo tube to the boy in white.

  The boy took the vegetarian meal and bamboo tube, and found a secluded place.

  The boy in blue chased after him, sullenly, "Hey, we are all dressed the same, why do you have an extra bamboo tube? Let me taste any good things."

  The white-clothed boy hit the blue-clothed boy on the back of his hand with the chopsticks, "Tai Jinlan, you're getting smaller and smaller."

  He carefully opened the lid of the bamboo tube, and the faint bamboo fragrance came out, and he put the lid back carefully.

  Tai Jinlan made a grimace. "That little boy Shi Zhai is even prettier than me, it's outrageous. Hey, Ah Nian, if you don't like drinking, give it to me."

"It's not that I don't like it, I want to leave it to my father. My father once told me that he knew his mother when he was very young, and that his mother would cut off bamboo as big as a bowl and boil fresh bamboo juice for him to drink. Such a large section of bamboo can only be boiled. Half a bowl is very precious."

  (end of this chapter)