Qiushui Temple is built on a small hill beside the Qujiang Pool, adjacent to the water on three sides. It is named after the view that there is a complete set of autumn water chapters engraved on red sandalwood.

The female Taoist priests who became monks in Taoist temples are not mostly from wealthy families like Jingxin Temple. This is just an ordinary Taoist temple. Just when dusk came, Zhang Huan rode a horse outside the Taoist temple.

"The donor is probably wrong. We don't have the female Taoist priest you mentioned here. The most recent one is the arrival of the year before yesterday, and there are no new people."

The person who opened the Taoist temple door was a thin old Taoist nun in her sixties. She lowered her eyelids and coldly refused Zhang Huan's question. She reached out to pull the door bolt and wanted to close the door.

Zhang Huan held the gate and said again: "It was Zhang Shangshu who asked me to come here. Tell her that it was her Eighteen-Lao Lang who came."

Hearing the three words "Shangshu Zhang", the old Taoist nun's face calmed down a little. She raised her eyelids, looked at Zhang Huan with a needle-like gaze, and still closed the door with a slam, and then the footsteps left.

Qiushui Temple is located in a pine forest, and the surroundings are very quiet. The breeze blows on his face, and a rustling sound comes. Zhang Huan paces back and forth in the pine forest with his back, feeling a little nervous. He hasn't seen his mother for two years, and I don't know if he can see her today.

After about a quarter of an hour, footsteps finally came from the gate. The door creaked open, revealing the old Taoist's cold and black and thin face, "Have you left yet?"

Zhang Huan shook his head, and the old Taoist nun's thin black face suddenly showed a smile, "Since you don't want to leave, then come in!"

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The Taoist temple has dense trees, thick shade everywhere, and vines are covered with the corridors. Although it is the time of the great heat, the night breeze is cool, making people feel like they are in a cool world.

There were three or four Taoist nuns in the yard who were doing odd jobs coldly looking at Zhang Huan who was passing by. They were strong and powerful like men.

"You keep walking, and you will see the person you are looking for when you enter the courtyard in front."

The old Taoist nun glanced at Zhang Huan and added: "The man can't stay here for a long time. I'll give you a quarter of an hour, and then leave after talking."

Zhang Huan took a deep breath and strode into the yard. The yard was spotless, with bean pods, vegetable beds, and bamboo curtains arranged as in the past.

In a corner of the yard, a middle-aged Taoist nun was gently sweeping up a few leaves that were knocked down by the rain. Although she was wearing a coarse sermon uniform, her skin was fair and elegant. The years had worn off her beautiful appearance, but the charm she exuded in her every move was enough to make every woman pale in front of her.

She is Zhang Huan's mother, Chu Wanlan, the eldest daughter of the Chu family.

Zhang Huan looked at his mother blankly. The mother who had not seen him for several years suddenly appeared in front of him at the most unexpected moment. He slowly knelt down, lie in front of his mother, and shouted "Mom!" and tears could no longer help but surge out.

"Huaner, my mother knows everything about you."

Chu Wanlan slowly walked forward, she gently touched her son's head, her voice soft and full of compassion. The baby used to be finally grown into a tall and strong man who could make contributions to the country. Chu Wanlan's eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet, "Although you didn't pass the Jinshi exam, what you did made your mother even more relieved."

As she said that, she gently helped her son up, wiped away the tears from his face, and smiled and said, "Silly child, I rarely saw you cry when I was a child. Why did you become sentimental when you grow up? I don't like this."

"Mom, I'm going to buy a house by myself, which is enough for me to rest. Please move over there at that time! Let me serve you."

Chu Wanlan smiled and shook his head, "Huaner, haven't you figured out why Shangshu Zhang hid his mother here?"

Zhang Huan suddenly fell silent. He realized that his mother was going to reveal some secrets of his life experience to him.

Sure enough, Chu Wanlan sighed softly. She walked to the bean pod shed with great worries, picked up the small scissors to trim the bean branches, and then hesitated for a while and whispered: "Huaner, I didn't want to tell you, but if I didn't let you know a little, I'm worried that you will take detours in the future. Mom tells you that you are not actually from the Zhang family."

After Chu Wanlan said that, she glanced at Zhang Huan from the corner of her eyes. Seeing him standing there, he was standing still, not affected by his words, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "Huaner, what do you know?"

Zhang Huan took out the letter from his arms and raised it over his head, "Mom, Chu Xingshui has looked for the child twice."

Chu Wanlan slowly took the letter in Zhang Huan's hand. She looked at the letter skin, and suddenly a very complex feeling burst out from her eyes, anger, resentment and a hint of nostalgia. However, this feeling only existed for a short moment, and suddenly disappeared from her eyes, and then turned into indifference like ice and snow. She did not read the letter inside at all, but slowly tore the letter into pieces, loosened her hands, and let the wind blow them away.

After a long time, she calmly said to Zhang Huan: "Huaner, mom has nothing to do with the Chu family. Mom just hopes that you will be a man who stands tall and upright. The farther you are in your heart, then go as far as you go..."

At the last moment when the city gate was closed, Zhang Huan entered Chang'an. The Zhuque Street was filled with people in Chang'an who were enjoying the cool air. As the gate was about to close, many people began to pack up their mats and prepare to go home, but many families still sat around the mat, bedding and food. It seemed that they were preparing to spend the night here.

A half-full moon radiates bright light in the sky, without a trace of clouds in the sky, like a small white boat drifting in the endless sea.

The horse walked leisurely, and Zhang Huan's thoughts were still immersed in his mother's last words, "The distance your heart is, then you will go as far as you go."

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His eyes gradually became brighter, and his mother's words made it seem like a new door was opened in front of him. There was an extremely vast sky there, and his heart suddenly became clear. The light and heavy sorrows, the burdens, fame, and aristocratic families that had gradually accumulated in his heart, have now all flew away.

Zhang Huan suddenly smiled at the sky, whipped the horse hard, and the war horse ran away, gradually disappearing into the thick night.

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It was late at night, and what happened today was destined to be unable to fall asleep. Cui Yuan was one of them. He sat alone in his yard in a loose Zen suit and pondered.

This afternoon, the emperor suddenly issued an edict, approving him that Cui Yuan would continue to serve as the right prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. Although this edict was only a recognition of the facts, it issued an edict to the world, making it legal and reasonable for him to succeed as the right prime minister.

But Cui Yuan felt a hint hidden behind it. Li Shi wanted to make peace with him and let himself also recognize the benefits he had already obtained, the 80,000 troops of Anbei Protectorate and the newly established Tianqi Camp.

Cui Yuan walked back and forth on a path with his hands behind his back. Many years ago, he set his goal for his career. One day, the power of the Tang Dynasty will no longer be shared by the seven major families, but will be dominated by the Cui family.

For ten years, he has been building the foundation for this goal. Today, his successor to the right prime minister finally came to the ground, as if a cultivator had survived a disaster. From today on, he will work hard to achieve this goal.

It may take another ten years, or just one or two years, but whether it is ten years or one or two years, the first thing he needs to do is find the entry point.

He had already decided on this entry point, which was the Zhang family in Hedong, and the supply of the 80,000 troops of the Li family was also the Zhang family. If they could take down the Zhang family, Li family's neck would be stuck.

This is a chain that has been solved one by one. After solving the Zhang family, the subsequent matters will be solved. At this moment, Cui Yuan made a judgment and temporarily agreed to make peace with the Li family and concentrate on dealing with the Zhang family.

Cui Yuan quickly wrote a letter, called a confidant and ordered: "You can go to Pingyang County quickly and hand this letter to Zhang Ruojin."

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Chapter completed!