The father and son took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.

Passing by a pavilion, it can be seen that this pavilion was built with great care.

The floor is made of white marble strips, which are polished and polished with great care.

The pavilion pillars are made of whole logs. They were originally covered with red paint. After years of exposure to wind and rain, the paint has now peeled off and looks mottled and worn.

There is a couplet engraved on the pavilion pillar. The handwriting is a little blurry and the strokes are missing. But if you look carefully, you can still see that it says "The water flows to the edge of the stone to be cold, and the wind comes from the flowers to be fragrant."

The handwriting is clear and fluent, and I don’t know who wrote it at that time.

There are only some traces of the painting on the top beams, and several beams are even rotten.

Now only a frame of the pavilion remains, and even the tiles on the top of the pavilion have been removed by someone unknown.

Chang Xian raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and behind him there was an undulating artificial hillock, with two rocky slopes rising up on the left and right, and a small flat land between them.

It is probably an artificial mountain built in the imperial palace back then, just like the Wanshou Mountain in the Summer Palace.

In the middle of the flat ground, there stood a row of red brick buildings that looked like military camps in the 1950s and 1960s. There seemed to be mottled slogans on the walls, but the content was no longer clear.

Although this place is not the core urban area of ​​Jinmen, it is definitely not a remote place in the suburbs. I didn't expect that such a large area of ​​deserted gardens is hidden, which is a bit unbelievable.

And what kind of person is this person that can be so highly praised by Nanshi?

How could such a person live in such a place?

A series of questions emerged, but since Master Nan didn't say anything, Chang Xian didn't ask.

The more advanced a person is, the more he has a different personality from ordinary people and takes unconventional actions.

"Woof woof woof"

At this moment, a yellow native dog suddenly jumped out of the house and yelled at the two of them.

The loud barking suddenly disturbed the birds in the surrounding trees and flew up.

Nanshi pulled Chang Xian, stopped and said loudly: "Brother Xue Monk, I'm here."

Hearing Master Nan's voice, a man walked out from inside with his hands behind his back.

This person feels as if he is floating in the dust and not in this world.

He couldn't tell his age, he seemed to be in his eighties, he seemed to be in his nineties, and he seemed to be over a hundred years old.

His face is criss-crossed with ridges and age spots, but his hair is not completely white, and his eyes are calm and energetic, not like the turbidity of ordinary old people.

His stature is not tall and stocky. When he stands there, he is extremely stable, like a stone lion, or like a stone from Mount Tai.

"Brother Xue Monk, I brought Xiao Chang here."

Master Nan smiled and patted Chang Xian.

The old man gave a faint "hmm" with a lukewarm attitude. He looked Chang Xian up and down, said nothing, turned around and walked towards the few remaining houses with the local dog.

Master Nan said to Chang Xian: "Let's go. It's your destiny that you can be this disciple."

He patted Chang Xian hard on the shoulder and said seriously: "Chang Xian!"

Following the old man into the guest room, Chang Xian thought for a moment that he was back before liberation.

Except for an old floor lamp, the room was empty. There was only a square table and four chairs. Some pens, inks, paper and inkstones were scattered on the floor, and there were dishes on the table.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

The old man came out with a clay pot and said to Master Nan: "I forgot where I put this pot of tea. I have been looking for it for a long time."

After speaking, he bent down to pick up the kettle and started making tea by himself.

After a while, the old man tremblingly presented two cups of tea and two plates of snacks.

Somewhat complacently, he said: "Brother Jinyu, you are here today, I just made a thousand-layer cake!"

His voice is mellow and his words are neither fast nor slow. He has a bit of the charm of the Tan School. It seems that he is a long-time fan.

Chang Xian picked up the tea bowl, glanced at it habitually, and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".

This is enamel swimming fish porcelain. There is a layer of light glaze floating on the porcelain surface. When tea is poured in, the tea sloshes and fish can be vaguely seen swimming in the tea.

The old man saw Chang Xian's surprise and said calmly: "Although this thing is not that old, the craftsmanship is not bad. If it had been in the capital in the 1940s, a set of such tea sets could buy two tile-roofed houses."

Master Nan had no reaction to the porcelain. He took a casual sip and picked up the mille-feuille cake to eat. He looked as calm as if he were returning to his own home.

"Xiao Chang, try this pastry, you can't find it outside."

Chang Xian took a piece and ate it. The taste was really unique and he couldn't help but praise: "It's rich in layers, soft and sweet, what a good snack!"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned, but Master Nan laughed out loud.

Chang Xian looked at the expressions of the two elders and realized that he might have made a mistake.

Master Nan smiled and said: "Xiao Chang, I'll teach you to be good. Remember, when talking to people in the capital, don't say dim sum for dim sum, say dumplings instead."

He turned around and said, "I told you before that the master I found for you is from the capital."

The old man said: "It doesn't matter if you're here, but you still have to be careful outside so you don't offend others inadvertently."

After the two elders said it, Chang Xian realized that he was really making a joke.

People in the capital are particular about dim sum, not dim sum, but dumplings.

The dim sum shop is called the pastry shop.

It's okay to tell people that we can have some pastries.

If you want to say "eat some snacks", "good snacks", this is a curse and a fight.

why?

It tells the story that in the past, executioners had two methods of killing people. One was beheading, which was simple. The person knelt there, clicked the knife, and the head came off.

There is another kind, which is chop.

The emperor has committed a crime, and the emperor has said that he should be chopped with 3,400 knives.

When the knife was cut on the body, it felt so sour and refreshing. The family members of that person thought that their family members would not suffer this crime, so they asked the executioner to kill the person with a knife first, so that it would not hurt anymore if he was cut after death.

The knife that hits the heart is called dim sum.

When you say "Come, have some snacks" to someone, it means "Come, I will kill you"!

Everyone has to be anxious about this.

After chatting for a while, the old man smiled and said: "Brother Jinyu, are you sure you want this kid to come with me?"

Master Nan also said solemnly: "Brother Xue Monk, to tell you the truth, I have been raising this child for six or seven years, and I have never thought about it, but now I have, because I think that by chance, this kid

There is good fortune in you!"

Chang Xian was suddenly startled. It was true that he had good fortune, but his spiritual sense was really something that was not humane to outsiders.

He secretly glanced at Master Nan's face, but didn't see anything strange.

"Xiao Chang, please take out that long scroll of Puru's Diamond Sutra!"

As soon as Master Nan gave the order, Chang Xian immediately took out Puru's calligraphy scroll and opened it.

As the long scroll unfolded in front of the old man's eyes, the old man's calm expression also changed.

He didn't read much of the text, but looked carefully at the many inscriptions and postscripts, and muttered something from time to time. He felt a little more smoky and a little less sullen.

After a long time, the old man asked Chang Xian to put the long scroll away.

He raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance through the door. His eyes were far away, and white clouds gathered and dispersed, making his voice a little ethereal.

"The Pu family was known as the four heroes of the family at that time. Pu Xuezhai, Pu Yi Zhai, Pu Songchuang, and Pu Zuo each had their own unique skills. In addition, Pu Ru, the most accomplished of the lineage of Prince Gong, and the Pu family, hehe, the Manchus
Chapter completed!