The polo storm passed quickly and the weather began to cool down. At dusk, Zhang Huan went to Qiushui Temple again. Every year, the asthma of his mother would attack. In previous years, there were medicines given by her master in Taiyuan to nourish her, and the disease could still be controlled. However, this year, there was no medicine from her master. Moreover, after leaving Taiyuan, where she had lived for more than ten years, the problem of the local environment would also worsen the disease.

Although Zhang Huan knew that the head of the family would make arrangements, the head of the family has been seriously ill recently, and it is impossible for the head of the family to cover all the details. As autumn turns cooler, Zhang Huan's heart is a little concerned.

The sun sets west, and it is the time for tourists to return to the city. The endless carriages along the way are filled with the tiredness of the elderly and the laughter of the young.

"Brother Qudian, where are you going?"

A long distance away, a young man covered in a beard greeted him loudly. Zhang Huan recognized him as a scholar from Longyou Academy, named Li Feizhi, and was also a descendant of a famous family. He was one of the five people who followed him to Ma'anling at that time. Later, he passed the Jinshi exam and worked in the Imperial College.

"Brother Goujian, don't you remember me?"

Li Fei came to him with a nervous expression. No wonder he was his fiancée not far behind him. He was just talking too much. If Zhang Huan no longer knew him, then his face would be left home.

"How come I can't remember that we have a life-long friendship, Li Fei's big bearded man!"

The two horses intertwined, and Zhang Huan flirted with him, and saw a beautiful carriage following him, and then laughed in a low voice: "Why, are you going to get married too?"

Li Feizhi touched the back of his head embarrassedly and smiled: "It is the daughter of Du Enjun, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He has been married since childhood."

"It's enviable to travel to Qujiang with beauty!"

Zhang Huan sighed, and he suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously: "Later, Xin Bailing also fell out of the list. I wonder how he is doing now?"

"He has also joined the army. Now Shuofang Jiedu is the next general. He will come to Chang'an to participate in the polo competition in a few months. Everyone can meet again."

Zhang Huan smiled, "I will do my job then, please go to Taibailou for a drink!"

The two of them exchanged a few more greetings, and Li Feizhi said goodbye and left. From a distance, he heard his proud laughter, "Zi Xuan, I'm right! Zhang Qubing is my lifelong friend."

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Walking straight from here, there are probably people I know. Zhang Huan pondered for a moment, then turned his horse's head and rushed towards a small path. The two sides of the road were lush and lush, but there were walls everywhere. Most of them were private gardens of the powerful people in Chang'an. The exquisite buildings inside were hidden among the tall trees and bushes. The most were temples and temples. The worship of Buddha in the Wuzetian period of the Tang Dynasty reached its climax. The temples of the Tang Dynasty each occupied mountains and enclosed land. They kept slaves and collected money, which greatly affected the financial income of the Tang Dynasty. After Li Longji ascended the throne, in order to curb the development of Buddhism, he began to advocate Taoism, and Chinese Taoism also reached its peak during this period.

The Buddhist and Taoist Taoism was also impacted in the Anshi Rebellion. Later, the people of the Tang Dynasty treated the trauma of war, and the trend of believing in Buddhism and respecting Taoism began to rise again, which was still obvious in the powerful and wealthy families.

After walking for more than ten miles, the more desolate he walked forward, the more he became. Zhang Huan knew that he had gone apart, but he did not meet pedestrians to ask for directions. At this time, the sky gradually became dark. Zhang Huan came to a low mountain. The scenery in this area was particularly beautiful. Three thousand-year-old trees soared straight into the sky, and plum trees were planted all over the mountains.

A stream fell from the cliff, forming a waterfall. A thick woman was seen carrying two buckets of water and winding upwards. A Taoist temple could be seen faintly on the hillside.

Finally someone could ask for directions, Zhang Huan tied the horse to the tree and climbed up the mountain.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I happened to see the woman carrying water into the temple. The Taoist temple was not big, but it looked like a villa of a large household. In the mercury night, I saw that the Taoist temple gate was not closed to death, leaving a gap. Zhang Huan ran up the steps and looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the door with three big words "Plum Blossom Palace".

Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment. It was very likely that this was a place for female Taoist priests to practice. Is it appropriate to push in suddenly? But after waiting for a while, no one who was closing the door came. Zhang Huan gently pushed open the door. There was a small courtyard and a rockery fish pond inside, which was arranged very exquisitely. There was no Taoist temple, it was clearly the back garden of the wealthy family.

The yard was quiet, as if no one was there. Zhang Huan quietly stepped into the threshold. He suddenly found that a young female Taoist priest was standing in a corner of the yard. She was staring at a bright moon in a daze. From the side, she saw that under the cold moonlight, her face was as crystal clear as jade, her facial features were delicate without any flaws. Her temperament was noble and extraordinary, just like a lady in the master's paintings, without any stain on the fireworks of the world. She looked so stunning, as if she had been a fairy in the moon palace.

Zhang Huan slowly retreated, unable to bear to disturb her meditation by asking for directions, but just as his feet stepped out of the door, a sound of footsteps came from the other end of the courtyard.

"Princess, it's cold outside, so go back to the house!"

"Princess?"

Zhang Huan was slightly surprised. He immediately left the gate and heard a cold voice coming from the courtyard, "Didn't I say it? You are not allowed to call me a princess at any time."

Then I heard her reprimand, "I have said so many times that I have to close the door after I come in with water. Why can't you remember it?"

"I know my mistake!"

The gate then closed with a 'bang!', Zhang Huan flashed out from behind a tree and quickly went down the mountain along the same road.

He turned over the horse and looked up at the Taoist temple on the mountainside. A gray mist fell, gently covering it in the dreamy night.

Is it a princess or a palace lord? If it were a princess, how could it appear in the barren mountains and hills? He shook his head in confusion, then left the matter, spread the reins and continued to run forward.

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After finally finding an old couple guarding the mountain, Zhang Huan finally asked for the way. When he arrived at Qiushui Temple, the moon was already hanging in the sky. Zhang Huan stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door creaked! It was the dark and thin old Taoist nun last time. She was a little stunned, then recognized Zhang Huan with a gentle smile on her face.

"It's late at night, she's resting."

Zhang Huan immediately took out a flying ticket and a prescription from his arms and handed it respectfully, "My mother coughs a lot in autumn, so please take care of her. This is her usual prescription, and there is also a little incense money I donated to Sanqing. I accept it with a smile."

The old Taoist took it with a smile, glanced at it, her face turned red. She was holding a flying ticket of 10,000 yuan and 10,000 yuan, which meant that they could build ten Qiushui Temples, which meant that they would no longer have to make a little hard money for others to cross their souls.

"Donor, how can this be done?" The old Taoist nun's hand was so trembling that she could no longer hold the ticket.

Zhang Huan smiled slightly, took out half of the jade hairpin, handed it to the old Taoist nun and said, "Get money with this thing!"

"Please wait, donor!"

The old Taoist nun turned around and ran back. After a moment, the host of Qiu Shuiguan hurried over. She was a middle-aged Taoist nun with a beautiful appearance.

Behind her, four or five Taoist nuns, all of whom were holding hands to Zhang Huan, "Immortal life and blessings! The great kindness of the donor, and the contempt will be engraved in my heart."

Zhang Huan turned over and laughed and said, "Please take good care of my mother. I will offer incense money every year."

After saying that, he urged the horse to gallop away. The old black and thin Taoist looked at his back and said worriedly: "Master, how can we accept such a large amount of money?"

The middle-aged Taoist nun glanced at her and said lightly: "What's wrong with taking it away and atoneing her for her sins? Go! Get out of the master's Laojun Courtyard and change her place."

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Chapter completed!