Chapter 63 Yao Guangxiao

Chapter 63 Yao Guangxiao
In the usually peaceful Qixia Temple, there was suddenly a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds accompanied by childish laughter, which spread throughout the small temple.

"Hahaha. Ye Xuan, I want to ride again!" Little Anqing held the reins tightly, turned his head, blinked his round little eyes and smiled at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan smiled, and could not help but gently scratch the tip of Xiao Anqing's nose, "If Your Highness is obedient and worships the Buddha and burns incense, how about I let you ride for a while before returning to the capital?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Anqing immediately stretched out his white jade finger and said seriously: "Pin and hang..."

Ye Xuan also stretched out his little finger and hooked it with An Qing's, "Don't change for a hundred years!"

Under the locust tree, broken sunlight fell down, like petals falling on the two people.

Because they were running too fast, the guards, most of whom were just infantry, were left far behind, so at this time the two of them were just waiting quietly in front of the mountain gate of Qixia Temple.

Little Anqing withdrew his finger, looked at Ye Xuan innocently, and suddenly shouted.

"Ye Xuan..."

"Hmm?" Ye Xuan lowered his head and looked at the round little face in his arms.

Xiao Anqing suddenly made a face and stuck out his tongue playfully, "You are such a weirdo. People around me always tell me that I can't do this or that, but you didn't do that."

"Oh," Ye Xuan said with some amusement, "Isn't this good?"

"Also, we agreed not to call me a weirdo."

"Mmmmm..." Little Anqing stuck out his tongue like a naughty boy and twisted around in Ye Xuan's arms.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel childish, "Okay, you want to cheat with me?"

"Ahahaha, Ye Xuan is a bad guy, no tickling allowed!"

When Wang Feihu and others ran out of breath to the gate of Qixia Temple, they saw such a jaw-dropping scene.

The dignified Princess Anqing, the most beloved daughter of Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma, twisted and turned in Ye Xuan's arms, raising her little hands, and insisted on tickling Ye Xuan.

"Your Highness, this is very inappropriate!"

Seeing this, two female personal attendants ran over in a hurry.

Ye Xuan immediately sensed something was wrong and awkwardly allowed the female officials to carry Anqing off the horse.

In the end, I got a big eye roll from the two of them.

Looking at An Qing going up the mountain in the arms of two female officials, followed by more than twenty Yulin guards, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a long-lost sense of warmth, and didn't even notice when Wang Feihu and Song Zhenshan arrived beside him.

"My lord, you are amazing!"

"If the princess wasn't still young, I'm afraid you would have become a royal consort by now."

Listening to the two people making fun of him, Ye Xuan suddenly became angry and said, "What are you talking about? You dare to gossip about the princess. Aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

The two of them woke up after hearing this and quickly shut up.

After saying that, he left a team of people to guard the carriage and horses, and Ye Xuan also hurriedly brought the rest of the Jinyiwei to escort the emperor.

As we climbed the steps, the scenery of Qixia Temple was indeed quiet and peaceful, and the chirping of insects and birds along the way was quite interesting.

After arranging the Jinyiwei to tightly surround the Buddhist temple where Anqing was burning incense, Ye Xuan suddenly had some free time.

He couldn't help but start walking around outside the hall.

One was to see the surroundings, and the other was to take a look at the scenery. However, not far from the temple, under an ancient pine tree, a monk in a black robe was sitting, holding a sutra and reciting it.

Ye Xuan immediately became curious. The monks in the Qixia Temple all wore yellow robes. Even the abbot only wore a blue brocade cassock over the yellow robe.

But why is this monk in front of me so different?

With a hint of vigilance in his heart, Ye Xuan strode towards the black-robed monk.

The monk was about twenty years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, and a pure and clean temperament between his eyebrows.

If he wasn't a monk, but was wearing women's clothes and a wig, I wonder how many men would have evil intentions towards him.

"This monk is quite interesting."

Ye Xuan was reciting silently in his heart, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the scripture in the monk's hand. It turned out to be a Taoist classic, Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching".

A young monk in Qixia Temple wearing a black robe and looking like a woman, holding Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" in his hand?
Moreover, it seemed that the black-robed monk was watching with particular concentration, and was not just pretending to learn.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but become alert. The person behind him was Princess Anqing, so he couldn't be careless at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan couldn't help but frowned, looked directly at the monk and said, "Little monk, I don't think you are a monk from Qixia Temple, right?"

The black-robed monk seemed to be awakened by Ye Xuan's question and looked at Ye Xuan in a daze.

After seeing Ye Xuan clearly, he stood up calmly, clasped his hands together and said to Ye Xuan: "Amitabha."

"Donor, you have a good eye. I am a wandering monk, staying in Qixia Temple for a few days."

Ye Xuan nodded, looking at the monk in front of him with callous-free hands and delicate skin, which did not look like a martial artist, and his vigilance was slightly reduced.

"I wonder where the master's temple is, and where his ancestral home is?"

Ye Xuan asked a few more questions casually, and the black-robed monk answered them one by one.

Seeing that he answered smoothly and didn't seem like a bad guy, Ye Xuan slowly let down his guard.

So he casually picked up the Tao Te Ching that the black-robed monk had put aside and asked with interest, "Master, as a Buddhist, you should be studying the Tathagata scriptures attentively. Why are you reading Taoist scriptures instead?"

The black-robed monk chuckled and shook his head, with a hint of helplessness between his eyebrows, "Buddhism and Taoism are one family. Although the principles are different, the great principles are the same."

"Besides, my Buddha has never said that Buddhism and Taoism are not allowed to study Taoist classics, so what is the problem?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan became quite interested in the strange monk in front of him. From the way he spoke and acted, he didn't seem like an old-fashioned man who only knew how to study hard. Instead, he looked a bit like a Buddhist master.

He couldn't help but bow and complimented, "I never knew that the Master is already a master who has mastered the Buddhist teachings and transcended the mundane world."

"I don't deserve your honor," the black-robed monk clasped his hands together in greeting, "I am Daoyan, may I know your name, sir?"

"Daoyan?"

When Ye Xuan heard this, he immediately felt that this Buddhist name sounded familiar, and after a moment, a light bulb suddenly flashed in his head.

He was not sure how many monks named Daoyan there were in the Ming Dynasty, but the most famous one was definitely the monk Daoyan, who was known as the black-robed evil monk, Yao Guangxiao!
According to the legend, he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he instigated Zhu Di to usurp the throne. During the entire Jingnan Campaign, he played a crucial role as Zhu Di's military advisor.

Most people would do this simply to gain high office and fame in history, but after Zhu Di ascended the throne, Yao Guangxiao mysteriously disappeared.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Are you Yao Guangxiao?"

(End of this chapter)