MTL - Pleasing Start-Over-Chapter 41

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When crossing the opposite crossing (3)

Qiao Chen got up early to go to the Hanwu Temple. Before going out, he met Cheng Jingrui who came back for the first time in these few days.

"Where is this brother?" When Cheng Jingrui met Qiao Chen, he was not half-hearted. Although he was called a brother in his mouth, he did not have a bit of respect in his tone. Many of the attendants he followed were formed with Qiao Chen, who had only two attendants. Contrast, as if he is the eldest son of this family.

"Go to the cold fog temple to worship Buddha." Qiao Chen said calmly.

“Is it?” Cheng Jingrui took out a few hundred and twenty silver tickets and handed it to Qiao Chen. “My mother’s body is always uncomfortable these days. My brother helped me to add some sesame oil, and helped me burn the incense. Let the Buddha bless my mother's health."

How could Qiao Chen not know that Xu’s discomfort is not the body, but because he is uncomfortable in the presence of his mother, Cheng Jingrui is showing off his financial resources and wants to use money to send himself, so that they don’t want to be Too difficult to Xu.

Qiao Chen sneered and smiled and said, "Xu is just a dim room. It is a slave, so let me burn incense for her. I am afraid that she can't afford it."

Cheng Jingrui has been holding a silver ticket. When he sees that Qiao Chen is not picking up, he will take it back. "If your brother has something to do, you should stroll in the city. If you see the signs of Qingxing Building and Ruifuji, you can eat and drink at my name. I just want to take whatever I want."

"Yong'an Wang is looking for me to have something to do with business. If I am late, I am afraid that I will be blamed. I will not talk to my elder brother. If the elder brother has encountered something that cannot be solved, let me tell you." Cheng Jingrui will bring people. When he left, he did not put Qiao Chen, the eldest son of Qiao Chen, in his mind, thinking that he would be busy with this battle, and then solve the problem that his mother is suffering, and also teach Cheng Jingyu and his mother and children a lesson. Will be settled down.

"Young Master..." Even the two attendants of Qiao Chen were sullen because of Cheng Jingrui's attitude, but they were only the next person, and they said that they would bring trouble to Qiao Chen.

"Go, go to the cold fog temple." Qiao Chen's mood is still calm, Cheng Jingrui did not put him in the eyes, he also did not put Cheng Jingrui in the eyes, the final outcome, I will know when I compare.

Qiao Chen came to the cold fog temple on the cold fog mountain.

After the incense, Qiao Chen said to a monk next to him, "Little Master, I have a painting here to give you a chair. Can you please help me?"

"Yes, the donor please give me the painting." The little monk seems to have become accustomed to the fact that someone has given the host a picture, they are prestigious sorghums, and the collection of Buddha portraits is almost well known.

"When the little master handed over the painting to the host, please be sure to tell the host. This is a picture of the Buddha's flower." Qiao Chen snarled.

"Yes." The young monk holds the painted hands together, but the heart does not care. Many prestigious painters have presided over the paintings for them, so that they can host the satisfaction of few, and the Buddha’s paintings are even more It has not been able to make them host satisfactory.

"I am looking forward to drinking tea in the pavilion. If the host wants to see me, the young master can come to the pavilion to find me." Qiao Chen said.

"Amitabha." The young monk held the painting and left, and in his heart, Qiao Chen did not know where to come. The self-confidence felt that the host would meet with him, and the host might not necessarily take a look at the painting.

Looking to the pavilion built on the hillside of the cold misty mountain, standing in the pavilion can see the scenery under the mountain, there is a mountain spring next to it, which can be used by pilgrims to drink tea.

Qiao Chen’s attendants, Feng pen and Feng Shu, set up a small charcoal stove next to the pavilion, and took the spring water on the burning stove with a pot.

When the water boils, Qiao Chen takes out a small bamboo tube, pours out the tea inside and starts to make tea, and dumps the water for the first time, and Qiao Chen pours the hot spring water again, not long after The tea smell spread out.

"The general is standing there and watching it. It is better to come over and taste the taste of my tea." Qiao Chen knew that the people behind the tree had stood for a while.

Xiao Qinan, standing behind the tree, stunned. Some surprised that Qiao Chen not only realized that he was surely he was hiding behind the tree.

Xiao Qinan walked out from behind the tree and sat down on the stone bench opposite Qiao Chen. Qiao Chen poured a cup of tea to him.

"This is the tea I brought back from the south. It is not a valuable tea. It is just the wild tea that grows in the mountains. The generals try to taste."

"Good tea." Xiao Qinan really admired that sometimes good tea does not have to be a valuable tea, and some wild wild tea is more rare.

"When have you seen me before?" Xiao Qinan asked the confusion in his heart.

"A few years ago, the generals led troops through Jiangcheng. I saw the generals far away. The appearance of the generals has not changed." Qiao Chen said that the face is not red-hearted. A few years ago, Xiao Qinan did have a soldier. Jiangcheng, but at that time, Qiao Chen of Cheng Jingyi had not seen him.

"I have not seen you before." Xiao Qinan said.

"I know." Qiao Chen nodded.

"But why do I have a feeling of deja vu as soon as I see you?" Xiao Qinan asked very straightforwardly. It was really too confused in his heart. Why did he meet a good knowledge and want to be close to him? Feeling that he actually feels close to a man who has only seen twice, this is not right.

"General asked me?" Qiao Chen first stunned, and then said "maybe because we met in the past life? I also saw the generals have a familiar feeling."

"You are not afraid of me? Do not hate me?" Xiao Qinan has already found out that Qiao Chen is a Cheng family, and Cheng Jia belongs to the Yongan Wang Yi faction. Moreover, the literati like Qiao Chen, who saw their Xiao family always have a look of indignation. But under the disgust, there is fear.

Xiao’s hand is heavily armed. Today’s holy shackles are weak and incompetent. They were controlled by the old Yong’an Wang. If it weren’t for Xiao’s family, the current throne would be the King of Yong’an. Xiao Jia was originally loyal to the patriotism, but was repeatedly framed by the old Yongan Wang. The emperor was also an aunt who could not afford it. The most important thing was that he still could not give birth to a child.

Although the old Yongan Wang has passed away, his power is still there. The current Yongan Wang is still ambitious to the throne, and the Xiao family is the biggest obstacle to his imperial position, so Yongan Wang Yixin wants to eradicate the Xiao family.

Xiao’s family has been cold to the present emperor, but if Yongan Wang became an emperor, their Xiao family will certainly not have a good result, so the current Xiao family and Yong’an Wang are not in the eyes of the emperor, just thinking about it. Eradicate the other party as the emperor.

Xiao Jiajun was brave and good at fighting, especially the soldiers of Xiaochen's Feihuying. Even the Turks were afraid of hearing their names.

Yongan Wang worried that the Xiao family not only had the military power but also won the hearts of the people, so that the literati who attached to him deliberately stung the reputation of Xiao’s family, saying that the Xiao family held the political ruling, and that the princes made the princes, and said that the Xiao family were fierce and brutal. The people themselves struggled with the Xiao family to exchange for the emperor to sit on the throne and the people were not bullied.

And the facts, the people on both sides know well, the ordinary people who don't understand the truth, and the literati who only know how to do some sinful poetry.

"The general is so handsome, why should I be afraid of you? I have no enmity with the general, why should I hate you?" Qiao Chen asked Xiao Qinan, and he sneaked him.

Among the people Xiao Qinan had seen before, Qiao Chen, who dared to say such frivolous words to him, was the first one. If someone else had already been shot by him, he said this from Joe’s mouth. I don't feel disgusted, but I scratch my mouth like a cat's paw.

Just a little monk who helped Qiao Chen hand over the painting to the host, rushed over from a distance, and said to Qiao Chen, "The donor, we have a host."

Qiao Chen stood up leisurely and said to Xiao Qinan, "Please change the day and then drink tea."

“When?” Xiao Qinan suddenly asked.

Just waiting for the little monk to leave, Qiao Chen stunned, then turned and smiled and said, "When I find a good tea that can lift the generals' demons."

Qiao Chen followed the little monk through the promenade, bypassed the room and went outside the Zen room in the backyard of the temple. The little monk pushed the door open and let Qiao Chen go in, then took the door and kept it outside the door.

After entering the Zen Room, Qiao Chen went to the inside and outside of the left side and saw an old monk facing his futon sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the wall he was facing was hanging by Qiao Chen’s painting. Buddha's flower picture.

“Who is this painting painted?” the host asked with some old voice.

"I painted by myself." Qiao Chen replied.

“The donor is young, can he have such understanding?”

"Savvy is not in the age, but in the heart."

"Why is the donor coming?"

"For the sake."

"Why do you make this picture?"

"Just like the Golden Polo Flower that the Great Brahma King offered for the Buddha, Jing Hao made a painting, in order to preside over the scripture."

The host slowly rose from the ground, and asked Qiao Chen to sit down on the outside. He accepted the photo of Qiao Chen's Buddha's flower, and naturally he would like to tell him what he said.

In the course of the lecture, I felt that Qiao Chen’s understanding of the Dharma was extremely high and there was a Buddhist relationship. When Qiao Chen indicated that he wanted to draw a lotus picture, he presided over the proposal to borrow the bamboo house next to the Houshan Lotus Pond. Give him a living.

This bamboo house not only has excellent scenery, but also the monks in the backyard of the temple. The outsiders are not allowed to enter. This time, Qiao Chen specially ran to paint, one is to have a good relationship with the host, and the other is the bamboo house next to the lotus pond. Now the first purpose is going smoothly, and the second purpose is also Already reached.

After three days of Qiao Chen’s departure, Zhang Hong came to the Hanwu Temple as soon as possible. It was just that the Hanwu Temple was so big. After Zhang Hong went up from the mountain, he looked around to see if there was a figure of Qiao Chen, and he was afraid to miss it.

Zhang Hong did not see Qiao Chen until he entered the front hall. He thought that it was too early to come, and he prepared to go outside and wait for the incense.

Zhang Hong went to the end of Xiang Gang and turned around. A little monk came over and called him "Zhang Shizhu."

“The little master called me?” Zhang Hong asked.

"Please Zhang Shizhu follow me."

Zhang Hong’s misty little monk walked back to the backyard with a turn of the clock, crossed the arch of the back wall of the backyard, and walked a narrow mountain road. After seeing a beautiful lotus pond in the windy season, the little monk Then he stopped and pointed to the bamboo house on the edge of the lotus pond to let Zhang Hong go by himself. He turned and went back.

Zhang Hong thought that he was going to see himself. When he entered the bamboo house, he saw Qiao Chen standing at the desk and painting.

"It turned out to be you. I have heard that there is a lotus pond with a beautiful scenery in the back mountain of the Hanwu Temple. It is just that there is no permission from the host. Even the monks in the temple can't come at will. I didn't expect to borrow your light today. I also appreciate this rare beauty." Zhang Hong looked at the praise outside the house.

"Zhang Boss has already considered it?" Qiao Chen asked Zhang Hong while painting.

"Nature has already considered it before I come to you." Zhang Hong sat down beside the bamboo table and said, "I have thought about it carefully over the past few days. We should still discuss a charter."

"That is nature. I have already listed the regulations. After Zhang Boss saw it, if he felt that there was no problem, he could start preparing immediately." Qiao Chen put down his writing brush and turned to enter the room to take out a booklet to Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong opened the book and carefully read the terms and conditions above.

Qiao Chen handed over everything on the table to Zhang Hong to do it. He only controlled behind the scenes, with Zhang Hong’s financial resources and contacts, and his many years of business experience, plus Qiao Chen’s behind the scenes, not to mention All of Cheng Jingrui’s financial resources were cut off, and Qiao Chen also had the financial resources to support Xiao Qinan’s troops.