The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 122: My master is clear

Zhao Yunchu and his entourage left Tokyo and headed to Hebei West Road. Zhao Yunchu chose to ride horses, but Yunyan returned to his poor riding skills, so he sat in the carriage. Xiaobao and Shuangyi are also here. Xiaobao is sleeping in the carriage at the moment, and she is not too panicked. Shuangyi is dressed in men's clothes and rides the same horse, but she is relatively close to Yunyanhui's carriage. Chat with Yunyan back on the ground.

Zhao Yunchu and the others were riding in official vehicles and horses. During the Northern Song Dynasty, the utilization rate of various horse-drawn carts, mule carts, and donkey carts was the highest, and very few people sat in sedan chairs, because at this time the scholar-officials thought it was a kind of " "Substituting people for animals" is extremely inhumane.

The imperial court will also provide officials with carriages and horses for official use. Higher-rank officials even have special cars. The salary will also include the cost of raising horses, which is equivalent to modern fuel subsidies.

Those who travel on business like Zhao Yunchu and the others can also use the post coupons issued by the Privy Council to adjust horses at the post station. This post coupon is commonly known as the head of the horse.

Zhao Yunchu peeked at Yun Yanhui and felt that Brother Yan's expression was very calm, not like someone who was traveling for the first time.

It was Shuangyi who asked a lot about border issues. Among the people accompanying this time, there were old officials who had been at the border, and they explained some common sense to Shuang Yi with a smile.

Shuang Yi said with emotion: "I really want to arrive soon."

On the one hand, she couldn't wait to see An Su Jun, on the other hand, it was a torture to travel.

"This condition is quite good." Yun Yan replied.

From Tokyo to Ansu Army, there are many plains between the two places. If you change to other places with many hills, you don't know how many roads you need to go around and how many mountains you need to climb. This is the helplessness of living in ancient times.

At this time, the route was different from that of modern times. It is calculated that the Ansu Army would have to travel 2,000 miles faster. If they kept changing horses along the way, they would be able to reach the Ansu Army in about six or seven days.

In fact, Yun Yanhui knew that many people in later generations believed that it was because there was no natural danger around Tokyo that it was attacked by foreigners. It's just that this time, it really makes their travel a lot more convenient.

Not to mention that Yun Yanhui has already tried his best to prepare for the comfortable travel, and brought the doctor Xiaobao with him. This is an era when influenza can kill people. There are many bacteria outside, so I have to be careful.

Yunyan reassured Shuang Yi in return, and she thought about it when she saw how boring everyone was.

Because this was Zhao Yunchu's first time to go out on business, his parents still took a few steps, such as asking the officials to send more guards. Looking at it now, all of them are indifferent faces, and the atmosphere is really dull.

"That's it... I'm also idle when I'm on the road. Let me tell you a story." Yun Yanhui raised his voice and said.

Anyone from Bianjing who has never played in Wazili has heard stories of talking artists.

At this moment, this little official from Kaifeng Mansion claimed to be telling everyone a story, and they couldn't help but look over curiously.

Shuang Yi is very happy, she likes to hear Yun Yanhui tell stories, especially when they were young, Yun Yanhui would tell some very interesting stories in order to coax Xiaobao to sleep.

Yun Yan replied: "Most people here don't know me, they only know that I am from Kaifeng House. In fact, before I entered Kaifeng House, I lived in Daxiangguo Temple, where I was a lay disciple of Zen Master Zhiran."

After Yun Yan said the last sentence, the people present suddenly burst into laughter.

"What's the matter? What did I say? I understand that Zen master is really my master!" Yun Yan looked around blankly, but everyone laughed even more.

No way, since the Daxiangguo Temple has been established by the Buddhist monks, Yunyan added comprehension to all the jokes. All the monks have been adhering to this fine tradition. In the story of , all the protagonists are known, and even if they are not, they will appear as supporting characters or easter eggs.

After several years, the people of Bianjing now know that he is not only the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, but also a deeply rooted stalk.

It was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people who were still doubting whether Yun Yanhui would tell stories or not, but when they heard these two words, they spat it out--Isn't this the most classic beginning of the vulgar monk? ? There is a Zen master in our temple!

Of course Yun Yanhui knew this. The sentence he added was only for performance effects. After everyone laughed until their stomachs hurt and their voices gradually began to laugh, he continued: "It seems that everyone knows him."

Another knowing chuckle.

Yunyan replied: "Speaking of my master once crossed the river, happened to be crossing the river with a girl, glanced at her inadvertently, and the girl became furious, saying that my master was a lecherous monk who peeked at the women of a good family. Who is my master? He is highly respected, and although he has no ghosts in his heart, he closed his eyes in order to avoid suspicion. The girl was even more angry, saying, "You don't count me peeking, and you dare to think of me in your heart!"

At this point, everyone laughed.

Yun Yanhui went on to say, "What can I do with people? My master has no choice but to turn his body on his side."

Everyone thought, there's nothing to say now, right?

Yun Yan returned and learned, "The girl said, "Okay, I got it right, you feel ashamed to see me!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Xiao Bao was woken up inside. After listening to a few sentences, he muttered, "Brother Yan is very narrow, and he arranged the master..."

The sense of rhythm that Yun Yanhui soaked up in the washhouse has not been lost, and he grasped it very well. The atmosphere was mobilized, and the people who were interested asked him to continue speaking. So, Yun Yanhui put the name of Ran on the jokes that he still remembered, and told everyone again.

I have to say that after such a scene, everyone's relationship has been harmonious, with smiles on their faces and high spirits.

Yunyan looked back at this mental state and was very satisfied.

Unfortunately, there are both gains and losses. Their carriage broke down on the way. Although there were some people who could repair the carriage, it was delayed for a while. As a result, the sky was getting dark, and they could not reach the nearest inn. .

This time is not like modern times. There are street lights on the road at night, and it is pitch black everywhere. It is not easy to travel at all. After some discussion, we saw that there was a temple in front of us, so we might as well stay there.

The size of this temple is not big or small, but there are also a few poor houses. Usually, this kind of temple will undertake the accommodation business, so Yunyan went back and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a young monk came out to answer the door. Seeing that there were so many of them, he jumped.

Yun Yanhui hurriedly explained that he was here to stay, but the monk was very timid. Yun Yanhui knew that at this time, many evil officials were deceiving people. Besides, many of them were tall and big, so they didn't seem to be It's so annoying, this monk is of course afraid that he will cause trouble if he doesn't make money.

Although he couldn't stop them by himself, Yun Yanhui comforted him very kindly, "Our official is from Dali Temple, and the rule is strict. If we stay tonight, we will not disturb the temple at all."

The monk looked at him timidly.

"You and I are half my own," Yun Yan smiled back, revealing her identity, "I am a lay disciple of Zen Master Liran at the Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo."

As soon as he said that, a few people behind him couldn't help but burst into laughter - this time, this little brother Yun is still in a funny mood.

Naturally the monk didn't know what they were laughing at, so he said in a daze: "Really? Then we are from the same sect. Many years ago, our abbot sat down with Master Shanshui with Zen Master Lingran to listen to the lecture. Last year, we I even went to Tokyo to borrow scriptures. I did hear the abbot jokingly talk about a vulgar apprentice surnamed Yun, who is now in Tianqingguan. I don’t know if it’s your apprentice or apprentice?”

"My master has only two vulgar disciples in total, and the only one with the surname Yun is me. I was an official at Tianqingguan in Kaifeng Mansion, and now I have been assigned to accompany the officials to the border." Yun Yanhui smiled slightly, " I thought it was me who came to the abbot, but I didn't expect to have such a relationship."

The two of them talked about their past history and relaxed a lot in an instant. Not to mention that the monks in the world are one family, they are connected anyway, and this monk has to call Yun Yan back as a senior brother.

"Senior brother, all the officials, please come in, and I'll report to the abbot." The monk stepped aside embarrassedly and invited them in.

Yun Yanhui also turned around and was about to call everyone in. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that except for Zhao Yunchu, Shuang Yi, and Xiao Bao, everyone else was staring at him blankly, with exaggerated mouths all long. big.

Yunyan raised her eyebrows back: "What's wrong?"

One of them raised his hand tremblingly, "Brother Yun, you, are you really a disciple of Zen master?"

"Why, I told you the story of my tutor all afternoon, do you all think I'm bragging?" Yun Yan replied earnestly.

Everyone: "..."

They all thought, "Damn it, how dare you say that?" I don't even think about the story you're talking about! However, they did not believe that what Yun Yan was saying was true from the first sentence, there was no way, who made it clear that it was already a stalk, and now some jokes are used.

Yunyan urged them to enter the door. These people were still fluttering under their feet, feeling a little refreshed. When they thought of Yun Yan's funny jokes before returning, their cheeks twitched.

Zhao Yunchu and the others didn't say anything, they just silently watched Yun Yan come back and pretend.

Seeing that everyone was so choked up that they were about to vomit blood, Yunyan laughed back and laughed twice before saying it, "Just kidding with you, I spent some time with the monks in the temple."

After Yun Yan said this, everyone was relieved.

That makes sense! It turned out to be really a joke! But to think that it was said by the master disciple who knew the Zen master, it is really special...with emotion.

Entering the temple, Yunyan met with the host of the temple, and had a good relationship. Although the two of them had never met, they had Ran as a bridge, so it was fine.

The host looked at them and said apologetically, "It's not a problem to stay overnight, but there are only a dozen or so rooms in the Han Temple, so I'm afraid I'll take you down..."

Yunyan glanced back at Zhao Yunchu.

Zhao Yunchu said lightly: "It's okay, just squeeze it, it's better than sitting on the ground."

Yunyan nodded back: "Exactly."