Yang Fan watched Feng Xihui's figure disappear behind the yellow temple wall, slowly turned his head, and looked up at Qiyun Pagoda.
If you are in the mountains, you can call Qiyun, the pagoda of up to 13 floors is all made of wood, exquisitely straight, elegant and beautiful.
There is only one arch on the south side of the tower, which can be viewed from the top.
At this moment, on the top of the tower, which is as high as the clouds, Master Sanshan and a turbid monk are standing there with Xiaoman, climbing high and looking into the distance, pointing and pointing.
Yang Fan didn't go up, he carried his hands, slowly wandered around under the tower, and carefully filtered the affairs of the criminal department, just sorted out the clue, Xiaoman walked out of the tower accompanied by Master Sanshan and a turbid monk, and said to him with a smile: "Lang Jun, climb high and overlook, the whole Luoyang is in your eyes, it's so interesting."
Why don't Lang Jun go up and have a look?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Master Xue and I have climbed Qiyun Pagoda more than once.
Oh, after wandering around for a long time, the lady should be a little tired, so please ask Senior Brother Yiyun to accompany you back to the guest house first, and Master Sanshan and I will go over there for a walk. ” "Oh" Xiaoman probably saw that Yang Fan had something, Hui Huang's smart eyes flashed, pursed his lips and smiled, and left with a turbid monk.
Master Sanshan counted the rosary beads and stood there with a slight smile until Xiao Man left, then bowed to Yang Fan and asked with a smile: "Is there anything in Lang Zhong to ask Lao Wei?"
Yang Fan said: "It is Yang who wants to ask the master, if a person is a monk in Luoyang, I don't know which temple she is in, but there is any way to find it."
Master Sanshan was stunned for a moment, seeing the strangeness of his question, he expected that there must be something strange in it, but it was inconvenient to ask, so he replied: "I don't know if the person Lang Zhong said is a man or a woman, and the person who enters is a monk or a Tao."
Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "This, she is a woman, as for whether she is a monk or a Taoist, Yang really doesn't know, only knows that she is a monk in Luoyang." ” "Oh" When Master Sanshan heard that it was a woman, he seemed to understand something, although he didn't actually understand.
He stroked the white whiskers that were thrown on his chest like snow, and said, "It is naturally difficult for ordinary people to find such a monk, but with Yang Langzhong's identity, as long as you know her name and surname, it is not difficult to find her. ” Yang Fan perked up and hurriedly said, "Please ask the master for advice" Master Sanshan said: "In the past, the affairs of monks and Taoists have always been managed by the Chongxuan Department of Honglu Temple.
Since the empress ascended the throne, the management of monks and nuns has been vested in the ancestral hall under the Ministry of Rites.
The right to be managed by Taoist priests belongs to Zongzheng Temple.
Yang Langzhong only needs to inquire with these two yamen, are you afraid that you won't be able to find her whereabouts?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked: "In these two yamen, there must be a record of their identities."
Master Sanshan said: "That's nature.
Anyone who is a monk must first study diligently from the teacher, and then be recommended by the teacher and approved by the imperial court.
When the monks in Chang'an and Luoyang are in the two capitals, there is still a need for a person from the imperial history to be present before they can receive the degree and become a legal monk.
The imperial court has a household registration for returning monks and roads, just like private households, which is built every three years for inspection.
You can't go wrong. ” A big stone fell to the ground in Yang Fan's heart, and he said happily: "That's good."
Yang inquired privately for a long time, but so far there has been no news, and sure enough, he has to ask the master to understand the talent.
That's easy, as long as " Yang Fan was stunned when he said this, slowly turned to Sanshan, and said suspiciously: "Master, no, Yang was ordained a monk at the beginning, but no imperial envoy was present, and no one verified my name and surname, and registered and made a book." ” Master Sanshan's Shou Mei twitched twice, and said: "Amitabha, Lang Zhong was originally shaved by Master Huaiyi, Master Huaiyi was shaved, who else needs to approve it, and which imperial envoy dares to testify?"
Yang Fan suddenly said: "That's good, she can't be shaved by Master Xue anyway, so in this way, there will definitely be a record in the ancestral hall or Zongzheng Temple." ” "Well, but not at all" Yang Fan's statement reminded Master Sanshan, and hurriedly added: "Lang Zhong is sure that she has become a monk, if she is still a good believer who studied with her master and has not yet officially become a monk, then the government naturally has no record."
In addition, there are a number of people in this capital who claim to be monks when they put on Taoist robes, in fact, you know, although these women wear Taoist robes, but their daily necessities, just like when they are at home, there are many maids and maids around them, and those people are also dressed as family members, in fact" Yang Fan couldn't help frowning when he heard this: "The master said that she would never go to the place where the female crown is cultivated."
However, if she is not officially ordained" Yang Fan patted his forehead and said, "No matter what, I'll go to the ancestral hall and Zongzheng Temple to check first, thank you master."
"Yang Fazhi, I'll leave now" "Walk Slowly, Walk Slowly" Yang Zhi, the Fazhi of Dali Temple, arched his hand perfunctorily, the person who came was just an ordinary errand of the Criminal Department, if it weren't for the fact that he was the person next to Chen Dong in the Criminal Department, Yang Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.
Feng Xihui was chatting with an acquaintance in the Dali Temple in another signing room, the window was open, and he could just see the situation in the courtyard.
As soon as Yang Fazhi returned to his signing room, Feng Xihui followed in.
Don't look at Feng Xihui's displeasure in the Criminal Department now, but he was also in the limelight back then, and he also knew this Yang Zhi, although he was not a very close friend, the relationship was not cold.
Feng Xihui arched his hand to Yang Fazhi with a smile and said, "Yang Fazhi, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Feng Xihui stayed in Yang Fazhi's signing room for about half an hour, and then left with a smile.
Yang Zhi sent him to the courtyard, looked at his distant back, shook his head suspiciously, and said to himself: "What's going on, even if Pan Langzhong of the Ministry of Officials asks someone, he should ask the prison officer of the Temple, how can he go to the Criminal Department at the expense of the near and far."
The criminal department has come one after another, but none of them have any weight. ” Yang Zhi was puzzled, shook his head and shook his head back to his room.
Feng Xihui left Dali Temple, and he didn't even return to the Criminal Department, so he directly hit his horse and ran to the White Horse Temple.
Yang Fan to recuperate his body, in the name of observing whether he was infected with the plague and evil disease, lived in the White Horse Temple, these days are really very leisurely, every day is not to chat with those brothers and sisters, wide clothes and bow, or to accompany the lady to travel around, but also at ease.
Since the two got married, there have been many turmoils, and it is the first time that the two of them have put aside all the mundane affairs in the world, staying together day and night, grinding their ears and temples, and it is really as good as honey blending oil.
At this time, the husband and wife were fishing by the Luoshui River on the bank of the White Horse Temple.
This area belongs to the White Horse Temple, since there is such an evil monk as Xue Huaiyi in the White Horse Temple, no one dares to come here to inspect whether anyone is prohibited from fishing, except for the people of the White Horse Temple, no one dares to fish here at all, so it is very quiet here, only the two of them.
The real monks will not come to kill, as for those fake monks, if they want to eat fish, they go to the store to eat, who understands the fun of fishing, so this Luoshui River has become a small world for their husband and wife.
The sun has lost the power of summer, and it is very comfortable to shine on the body.
The surface of the water was sparkling, and the two fish drifters were gently blown by the wrinkled waves of the wind, as if they were floating off the ground.
The fishing rod was stuck in the ground, and the jade man was in his arms.
Yang Fan leaned against a warm boulder, hugged the lady's soft and boneless delicate body in his arms, smelled the fragrance in her hair, his head was also pillowed on the boulder, and his eyes were slightly closed.
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Neither of them spoke, just quietly enjoying the warm time.
Suddenly, a voice came from afar: "Langzhong, Yang Langzhong" Yang Fan listened attentively and sat up straight.
The sleepy Xiaoman, who was lying in his arms, sat up, opened his eyes and said, "It seems that he summoned Langjun." ” Yang Fan said: "Well, I'll go over and take a look." ” There is a fish basket soaked in the water next to it, there are a few fat fish caught in it, and the rope of the fish basket is tied to the stool under Yang Fan's buttocks, he got up, the stool is lighter, and almost let the fish basket fall into the water, so that the fish escaped, Xiaoman quickly pressed it, his body was vertical, he sat on the stool, and hummed: "If you want to run, how can it be so easy to steam and fry this Yang Fan listened to Xiaoman's childish words and greeted Feng Xihui with a smile.
"Lang Zhong is really clever" As soon as Feng Xihui walked to Yang Fan's side, he didn't forget his expertise and immediately gave him a sycophant.
Yang Fan said: "What, but what have you gained?"
Feng Xihui said: "The humble position already knows what Chen Dong is doing."
Yang Fan led him towards the Qingqing Forest, looked at the half-exposed Qiyun Spire in the forest, and said in a deep voice: "Let's listen to it, let's see what killer features our Chen Langzhong still hasn't come out."
"Pan Junyi is dead" "Pan Junyi" Yang Fan didn't expect Feng Xihui to suddenly say who this person was, and he was stunned for a moment, so he realized that this person was the culprit who contributed to the innocent death of Mrs.
Cheng, the son of Pan Ziwen, a foreign officer of the Ministry of Officials.
Yang Fan said in surprise: "How did Pan Junyi die?"
Feng Xihui said: "Didn't Chang Lin owe him a lot of gambling debts, he wanted to use this gambling debt to force Chang Lin to let his wife, but who knew that Chang Lin's wife, Mrs.
Cheng, was beaten to death by her mother-in-law."
When the people were gone, he wanted to ask for money, so he came to the door in person and collected the debt with confidence. ” Yang Fan said angrily: "Mrs.
Cheng was killed by him, and he dared to come to the door to collect debts" Feng Xihui sighed: "The so-called wicked people are like this.
Although this person's behavior is hateful, his work is not leaky, and what can he do?"
Yang Fan snorted and said, "You go on" Feng Xihui said: "That Chang Lin was calculated by him, owed a lot of debts, a lady like a flower and jade was beaten to death by the old lady, and the old lady is now locked up in prison to be sentenced, this Pan Junyi actually came to the door to collect debts, and the rabbit was anxious and bitten.
Chang Lin's son Chang Zhiguo was guarding his mother's filial piety in front of the spirit, and when he saw his father and Pan Junyi fighting together, he couldn't struggle with red ears and red ears, so he copied his mother's spiritual position and smashed it on the back of Pan Junyi's head.
"Pan Junyi is dead" "Hmm" To be continued: