After coming out of the Qianhu Institute, Zhang Jin led his subordinates to the street under his jurisdiction. He did not say hello to Chen Lian. Although the other party was the protagonist in the film, he was just an optional supporting role in his plan.

Zhang Jin did not take the initiative to say hello to everyone else. Instead, Ling Yunkai came to meet him on his own initiative and said nothing else. He just said that if there was something to help, he would definitely speak.

After saying that, Ling Yunkai left with his two follower captains.

"Sir, Mr. Ling is afraid that Mr. Ling is not kind."

"That's right? Everyone knows that General Ling is Wei Zhongxian's nephew, and Commander Tian Shi has to give in to his politeness. He came to our Beizhen Fushiya just to accumulate merits and climb up. He relied on his identity to fight back. Many cases were stolen by him, which made many people dare not speak out."

"Sir, I think we should not pay attention to him. If there are cases, we will investigate them ourselves. The credit is ours."

Zhang Jin raised his hand to stop his subordinates' discussions: "I know, and be careful when you speak. How can you call Eunuch Wei's name? Be careful that Ling Yunkai wrote you in the Book of Impermanence behind his back and told you to slander the king and humiliate the ministers. Don't talk about me at that time, even if you are the Lord Qianhu, commander Shi, and the Lord Punishment envoy will not save you!"

This made everyone frightened and turned their heads to look around. They only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no outsiders.

"Your sir, you must be careful when you go out to speak in the future."

"Let's go, patrol the street." Zhang Jin took the lead in front.

He was very dissatisfied with Ling Yunkai's background. Wei Zhongxian was his uncle? He paid money to commander Tian to recognize his uncle. I guess Wei Zhongxian didn't remember that he had his nephew, otherwise he would still be a small general flag in the Jinyiwei?

The street patrol is a boring errand, but fortunately, there are people who offer delicious food and drink. Snacks such as beef, osmanthus cake, big snow pear, candied haws, etc. are never bad, otherwise Zhang Jin would be bored to death.

The smell on the ancient streets was hard to describe. The streets under the feet of the emperor in the capital were not as clean as those in later counties.

The Jinyiwei patrols the streets not for the sake of public security in the capital, but for suppressing and arresting those nonsense traitors. Anyone who slanders the emperor and Wei Zhongxian will be arrested.

Under such high pressure, everyone in the capital was in danger and no one talked about national affairs at all, for fear that the Jinyiwei would hear the crime of confusing the public.

Therefore, the street patrol has changed from the beginning to the current chore.

In any of the hundreds of households in the Jinyiwei, no one would patrol the streets carefully all day long. They would do their own things in the morning, and in the afternoon, they would do their own things, and there would be no trouble at all.

Zhang Jin found out about this situation when he was patrolling the streets in the morning. After lunch, he asked his subordinates to lead their own troops to patrol the streets. This time he went home to change into regular clothes and rushed to the Yong'an Temple that he had inquired about.

The movie does not explain which street and alley where Hoksai lives. Chen Lian, Ling Yunkai went to Hoksai's residence after being ordered by Lu Wenzhao. Lu Wenshao and Hoksai were all the people, so he naturally knew it clearly.

Although as a hundred households of the Jinyiwei, they can mobilize people to find Hoksai's residence, the capital is so big, and Hoksai is just a pseudonym of Miaoxuan. It is not easy to find someone, and it is easy to alarm the enemy.

Moreover, he has the identity of King Xin's confidant, so it would be unreasonable to send someone to search for the other party's residence. If the relationship between King Xin was damaged, it would not be beneficial to his future plans.

Therefore, he could only try his luck at Yong'an Temple. Maybe he could meet Hoksai who gave paintings to Master Jinghai. If he met such a mountain by chance, he would not be suspicious even if he knew about the letter from the king in the future.

As the most famous temple outside the capital, Yong'an Temple is still in full bloom in this world. There are many ordinary people and nobles who come to worship Buddha every day.

Zhang Jin followed the crowd and visited Yong'an Temple. The ancient Buddhas and ancient temples and old trees were probably different. He always felt that this Yong'an Temple was more pious and purified than the temples he visited in reality.

"Thank you, donor! The donor is merciful. The Buddha will bless the donor's family with peace and safety! If the donor does not dislike you, you can move to the yard next to you to taste the vegetarian food in my temple."

Zhang Jin gave ten taels in front of the merit box, and couldn't help but let the passing monk Jinghai say something more.

"I have heard that the master has a great name for vegetarian food in Yong'an Temple for a long time. Then I will be disrespectful." Zhang Jin smiled, and then asked casually, "Master Jinghai, I heard that you have received a lot of paintings from famous masters?"

"I have collected some paintings. I dare not say whether the famous masters have any. If the donor likes it, I will ask someone to take it to see if there are any people who close their eyes." Monk Jinghai clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Master Jinghai." Zhang Jin said.

He came to Yong'an Temple not to travel around and give generously, but mainly to see if Monk Jinghai received the Hokage painting in the movie.

If he has received it, he will take it away in advance, so that Shen Lian will lose the important items involved in the plot. If he has not received it, he can wait in Yong'an Temple for Hokage to arrive.

"It's okay, it's better to meet these paintings with destined people who love them than to be placed here by me."

Soon, a monk sent a bunch of paintings.

Monk Jinghai made a gesture of invitation: "Please look by donor."

Zhang Jin took a look at it casually and found many paintings. After looking at them one by one, he did not find Hoksai's paintings.

When Monk Jinghai saw him searching back and forth in the scroll, but he didn't even want to open it and read it carefully, he couldn't help but curiously said, "Don't the donor open it and look at these paintings?"

"I won't read it anymore. I will have no choice but to read the artist's name."

"Why does the donor have a painter who he likes?" asked Monk Jinghai.

"Hokazai, I heard that this person is very good at painting, but I want to appreciate it. I wonder if the master has accepted it?" Zhang Jin said.

Monk Jinghai thought something and pondered for a moment before smiling: "It turns out that the donor has also heard of Mr. Hokage. Although Hokage is not famous, his painting skills are indeed excellent. I have indeed accepted it. The donor of Hokage will send new paintings in about ten days and half a month. It will be the time for these days. If the donor really wants to see Hokage's paintings, you might as well come to this temple again in a few days."

"Okay, I'll come back in a few days. I'll be in trouble." Zhang Jin bowed.

"You are polite to the donor." Monk Jinghai hurriedly clasped his hand and gave him back.

After saying goodbye to Monk Jinghai, Zhang Jin left Yong'an Temple after having a vegetarian meal in the cafeteria. When he came, he came from the main gate mountain road. The main gate mountain road was spacious and lively, unlike the rugged path in the movie. So he specifically asked the monks in the temple and found out that there was a back mountain trail.

Thinking of this, Hokage and Shen Lian should be walking on the back mountain trail, which can avoid people's eyes and ears.

The trail behind the mountain is winding and secluded, with green bamboos and dense forests on both sides, and pleasant green. Not far from the road is mountain streams and rivers. Walking on the trails gives people a cool and comfortable feeling in the hot summer.

Zhang Jin was planning to enjoy the rare refreshing, but the weather was not good. A sudden heavy rain drove him to a nearby pavilion.

Boom!

The weather in summer is strange and changeable. The sky was clear a while ago. In the blink of an eye, it was covered with dark clouds and lightning flashed.

Zhang Jin looked up at the refreshing rain, thinking that it seemed understandable whether he was still in the plot or not.

At this time, a figure trotted on the stone steps in the mountains and hid in the pavilion where he was.

Zhang Jin looked at the woman in front of him in a water-green clothes. When the other party raised his head, he realized that it was Hoksai. From the other party carefully protecting the scroll that prevented the rain from getting wet, it was speculated that he should have been here to deliver paintings to Monk Jinghai.

Monk Jinghai did not lie, saying that it was in these few days.

It's just that coincidental that he encountered it.

Zhang Jin looked at the elegant woman with picturesque eyebrows in front of him and was carefully wiping the water marks on the scroll with a hand towel. He finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing drying.

After dealing with the crisis of being soaked in the scroll, Miaoxuan had time to look at the pavilion. When he looked up, he saw a strange man staring at him. The other party was wearing a white shirt and a scholar's gauze crown on his head. His eyes were strange, which gave people a very strange feeling.

She couldn't help but take two steps back, pressing against the edge of the pavilion. The rain lines floating outside aggravated the wet marks of her beautiful hair and the material on her shoulders, and her eyes were full of vigilance.

Seeing that she was inexplicably alert to her, Zhang Jin couldn't help but look down at her dress. She was a normal scholarly dress and her appearance was not scary!

Although he was a little confused, he smiled and said, "Girl, if you stand by the pavilion, you will be wet by the rain. Why not stand in some."

"No, it's good for me to stand here." Miaoxuan shook his head.

"Then you are not afraid of getting this painting wet?" Zhang Jin said again.

"I protect myself, and the rain won't get wet." Miaoxuan said nothing and didn't come in for a second.

Zhang Jin no longer forced himself, otherwise he would have seemed too unpredictable. He thought about it, picked up the flute in his hand that he had originally intended to be used for decoration, shook the rainwater on it, and wiped the blowing mouth clean.

Miaoxuan kept staring at him. Seeing his actions, he was a little curious. Is he going to play the flute and have fun?

Zhang Jin ignored Miaoxuan next to him and tried the tone of the flute. After adjusting it, he started to play it.

The tune of this song is ethereal and melodious, elegant and melodious, and is played by the sound of the flute of the flute, which makes it even more melancholy. After listening to it, people with delicate minds will inevitably touch the delicatest emotions and memories in their hearts.

Outside the pavilion is the sound of rain, and in the pavilion there is the sound of flutes, and the music sounds surround the beams, endlessly in my heart.

There are two different worlds inside and outside the pavilion.

After the song, Miaoxuan woke up from the memories for a long time, raised his wet eyes and looked at him: "What is the name of this song?"

"The deep love is as weak as you." Zhang Jin put down the flute.

This song is the second promotional song of the Xiuchundao. When he watched the movie search for relevant information, he was attracted by it. The lyrics and music were very suitable for his taste. Especially Zhou Shen's singing, it was astonishing as the sound of nature!

He found the score of this song online and changed it to the flute score.

"The deep love is as faint as you? What a straightforward name, but although it is a little straightforward, it is very consistent with the artistic conception of this song." Miaoxuan said, "Is this the song you wrote?"

"Yes, what do the girl think?" Zhang Jin nodded.

It’s just for the purpose of copying the text in the dungeon, but it’s all for the task, and it’s not shy.

"What a good song, it's moving!" Miaoxuan praised, "I suddenly had the inspiration to paint. If I had brush, ink, paper and inkstone now, I would have painted this scene and asked the young master to mention the poems."

Zhang Jin laughed: "I don't know how to write poems and lyrics, but if a girl writes this painting in the future, she might as well write a sentence on it - if she is a raincoat and rain, she will have no sunshine or wind, but it's a pity that she will meet in vain."

Miaoxuan repeated it and frowned and said, "This is changed from Su Dongpo's lyrics. It sounds strange. Poetry is not like poetry but not like lyrics. You really can't write poetry and write lyrics."

"It is indeed neither poetry nor lyrics, but it is the sentence that best suits this song." Zhang Jin smiled.

"How do you say this?" Miaoxuan looked confused.

"You don't understand this if you say it." Zhang Jin glanced at the rain outside the pavilion, "It seems that the rain will not stop for a while, and the girl and I have to be together for the time being. Anyway, I'm bored, and I just played a song to relieve my boredom. If it's convenient for the girl, why would you show me the painting in my hand?"

"Of course, please see." Miaoxuan took two steps forward openly.

The two worked together to unfold the scroll, and the painting was the painting of the rooster eating a cucumber that Shen Lian got.

"Young Master thought how well the painting was?" Miao Xuan asked.

"Yes, the black rooster is indeed vivid, and the grasshopper is also lifelike."

"Which young master prefers, black rooster or grasshopper?"

"No matter whether it is a rooster or a cucumber, it cannot escape the tricks of the painter. No matter how arrogant the black rooster is, the painter will fill in a weasel when he comes in, and it will become the same situation as a cucumber." Zhang Jin smiled, "So, I don't like any of them very much, I still like the painter."

"Cough... the young master was joking." Miaoxuan turned his head unnaturally.

"Oh, I misunderstood. What I mean is that I still prefer to be a painter, stay outside and not be merciless." Zhang Jin explained with a smile. It is really interesting to tease the other person.
To be continued...