Occasionally open a volume, Tang Hao found that it was actually a star map engraved on it. If the imperial court took it back, maybe Zhao Yanling would be very grateful.


    The dog tossed up and down on the tall bookshelf like a monkey, and soon turned the scroll into a mess. Han Zhe, like Tang Haohao, just checked those sheepskin scrolls.


    Maybe this guy had high vision or didn''t understand it. Until a black faced monk walked into the gold Pavilion, he didn''t find a chart.


    "Boundless longevity Buddha. I wonder what distinguished guests are looking for? Can you tell the old monk that there is an old monk to help the owner find it?" the old monk seemed not angry at all. He looked at the three people like three naughty children, and his eyes were full of compassion.


    "Old monk, we''re looking for a chart. Do you see it? If you see it, give it to us." Gouzi stood on the top of the bookshelf.


    "Almsgiver, if you are looking for Buddhist classics, the old monk will obey your orders. But where do you start with the chart? Daming Temple is a place for Buddhism to cultivate their hearts, not those sea travelers who forget their lives. Why do you want a chart?"


    "Old monk, don''t say these words. I''ve been learning how to be a good man recently, so you''d better help us find out the chart and don''t invite disaster for your Daming Temple." Han zhe dropped a sheepskin scroll, patted the dust on his hands and turned back to the old monk.


    "Monks don''t lie. I really don''t know what charts are in the Sutra Pavilion. Did you misunderstand me?" I don''t seem to be angry. Seeing the messy bookshelves turned over, he was not angry and still answered politely.


    "Depending on your age, you should be a figure of the same generation of Taoist and Dharma monks. You don''t talk in secret in front of Ming people. Give me the chart. Don''t give me the chart. Old monk, do you have the heart to see the Daming Temple destroyed?"


    "If you can''t get what you want, will you destroy the Daming Temple and not be afraid of the punishment of the Buddha? Madam is still asking the Dharma in the Daming Palace at this time. There are so many differences inside and outside, and you have to seek the protection of the Buddha. General Tang doesn''t worry about the long mouth of the world?"


    Tang Hao was embarrassed when asked by the monk. He touched his nose and said: "I believe in Buddhism, so I worship sincerely. Unfortunately, Tang Hao acted recklessly. What''s more, it''s not reckless. A family has strong incense, but the temple is a gathering place for pirates. The largest group of pirates in the South China Sea is also deeply related to Daming Temple. Monk, as the commander of the Navy, it''s my bounden duty to protect the family and defend the people. Now as long as the sea chart is also for the sake of the family, I should pay attention to it Otherwise, an army will come. "


    Han zhe looked at Tang Hao strangely and whispered, "aren''t we going to be pirates, too? Why are you talking about the imperial court? I know you''re shameless. I didn''t expect you to be like this."


    The black faced old monk finally had a movement on his calm face. He sighed and said, "I knew it was wrong. Good and evil will be rewarded naturally. Although crazy music monk came from this temple, he has been expelled from the school. What he has done now has nothing to do with this temple. There is no major chart in Daming Temple."


    Tang Hao took two steps in the Sutra Pavilion, put down the star map in his hand, and said to the old monk, "Tang Hao really can''t do the thing of destroying the temple and destroying the family. You said no, I believe you for the time being. I''m taking a chance this time. I clearly reasoned with you, but you think I''m doing evil. Although my means are abominable, I know I''m not saving your Daming Temple?"


    After that, he went out of the Sutra pavilion with a smile. Han Zhe and Gouzi looked at each other and went out, leaving only the old monk with a cloudy and sunny look. Out of the Sutra Pavilion, Tang Hao seemed to forget his purpose, chatting and laughing with Han Zhe and Gouzi and strolling around the temple.


    There is a small pavilion not far away. There is a spring in it. The spring water is not big. The power water flows out of the stone gap and flows down the cliff along the stone wall after overflowing the wellhead. I''m sorry for not making a pot of tea without such good water.


    The servants soon set up the small stove. The dog picked some dried pinecones. Soon, a light blue flame came out of the eye of the fire.


    Tang Hao said to Han Zhe, "people used to say that the spring water in Daming Temple is very suitable for cooking tea. Let''s try it today. It''s a pity that there is good water and tea, and there is no good tea drinker. It''s a waste." Tang Hao sat down opposite.


    "You do things like a tiger''s head and a snake''s tail, which makes people cold. Is this water from heaven? What''s the difference?"


    Tang Hao shook his head: "I seldom do things now. I''m frivolous when I''m young. I think I''m right and others are wrong. Now I slowly think it''s reasonable for anyone to do anything."


    As an adult, I have learned to look at problems from the perspective of others, so it is inevitable that I am a little old-fashioned. The black faced monk came out from behind the pavilion: "as long as I heard that the general is good at cooking tea, I don''t know whether the old monk is lucky to ask for a cup of fragrant tea to moisten his heart."


    "Hahaha, just now it was said that there is good tea and water, and there is no good tea drinker. The master will sit down quickly and will not disappoint the master."


    After the black faced monk fell into his seat, he took out a few green oranges from his sleeve and put them on the short table with his hands folded: "the mountain temple is cold and has nothing to entertain guests. Just passed by the orange forest, he picked a few oranges and asked the general to taste them."