Hundreds of miles away from the Taixu Palace, there is a temple standing in it, faintly visible seven-level floating slaughter, in the smoke of incense candles appear cloudy, unfathomable. There are many believers crawling in front of the temple, and after worshipping, they turn around and leave without daring to disturb. At this moment, there are many poor people, dressed in covers, holding shabby rice bowls waiting for the temple gate to open, hoping to ask for a bowl of porridge today to survive the bleak situation, which is in obvious contrast to the prosperous scene next to the Taixu Palace.

This is the place where the great Buddhist power of Longguo - the master of Jingkong meditates, called Taiping Temple, located in the corner of the capital. They were surrounded by poor people, who could barely fill their stomachs by selling their strength as domestic servants and grooms for the rich and noble families in the capital. However, as he grew older, he gradually lost his strength and was driven out by the previous rich and noble families, and there was no silver money left, so he could only line up around the temple to receive Taiping porridge.

The gate of the Taiping Temple is extremely simple, only a few inches thin wooden door to cover, and the front of the door is unguarded, which looks very simple. But for some reason, the eaves are very tall, and they stick out a few feet more than ordinary large households. Later, Master Jingkong said that poor people often do not want to disturb the monks, and when it is snowy and windy, they can hide from the rain and snow under this roof, and have a clear sky. Once the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, and now I have built a few feet long eaves, which is not enough to worry about.

Moreover, Master Jingkong cultivates the path of the Buddha of suffering, and pays attention to enduring inferior hardships and enjoying inferior blessings. The temple is shabby, with a few broken tiles, and even a trickle of water coming down through the tiles on rainy days. Precisely because of this. Master Pure Space has millions of followers in the country of Long. Many generals and doctors in the court are also secular disciples of Master Jingkong.

At this moment, the master of the clear space has kind eyebrows, the snow-white eyebrows are hanging down on the cheeks, the corners of the ears have a lot of black markings, he looks old, and there is a two-inch-long white beard on the chin, but he is very clean. Dressed in a shabby robe with dozens of small patches on it. Although it was a cold day, he was barefoot, and he was concentrating on beating the wooden fish, pinching the prayer beads, and the whole person seemed to be full of Zen, as if the Buddha himself was here.

After a while, a person who looked like an official walked in through the side door of the Taiping Temple and walked towards the place where Master Jingkong practiced.

There are millions of Buddhist believers in the Long Kingdom, and there are ministers and Buddhist disciples in the court, but this is not unusual. Moreover, Master Jingkong does not ask the national teacher, and only meditates for meditation and promotes Buddhism, so he is also deeply regarded as a saint. Therefore, in the poor place of the capital, those officials did not dare to come to the door to extort money.

A man who looked like an old man, holding a bowl with a gap and chopsticks made of branches, pointed to the person who had just appeared and said: "Hey, look at it, it seems to be an official of the household department, Huang Shilang, who was helping this person to open a warehouse in the Taiping Temple in the year of famine, and it is precisely because of this time that I am so familiar with this person's face." If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive today. ”

A young man next to him, with a dog skin plaster on his face, said to the old man, "Hmph." I don't think the household officials you are talking about are good people. I had been begging in the Xunfang Pavilion before, and at night, many officials of the court came out of here, and when they saw that there was no one around, they sneaked into the carriage, and the fragrance of women was permeated all the way. I won't say anything about this Xunfang Pavilion, you must know where it is. ”

The old man smiled slyly: "Xunfang Pavilion, how can I not know, it and the Chunfeng Pavilion and Yunjin Lou are known as the three major romantic places in the capital, saying that the women in it are not only the prostitutes of the Long Kingdom, and even many of them are the royal families of the small countries of the previous dynasty, after the Great War, the monarch was destroyed, and the concubines of the harem and others were reduced to prostitutes inside, and were ravaged by the heroes of our Long Kingdom, and even many Tai Academies also loved to go there. Hahaha, our country is strong, otherwise how can we see such a grand scene?"

The man with the dog skin plaster also said with interest: "No, I heard that the pavilion master of Xunfang Pavilion is extremely mysterious, no one has ever seen her true face, and it is said that she is a noble person in the palace." Whoever offended her elsewhere before will eventually be sent to Xunfang Pavilion to pick up guests, needless to say, you also know that people who can go to Xunfang Pavilion don't like others to reject him!"

The old man also replied and said, "If we can go to Xun Fang Pavilion one day, we are willing to die there." ”

The man with the dog skin plaster smiled, turned around and scolded: "The toad still wants to eat swan meat, look at your muscles and bones, I haven't seen those girls yet, I guess you will be happy to die halfway, it is better to fill your stomach." ”

Hearing this, the old man said with some displeasure: "The scholars of my generation pay attention to poetry and painting, there is a way to die under the peony flower, and it is also romantic to be a ghost, how can you ordinary people understand the charm?"

As soon as the words fell, the Taiping Temple squeaked and opened the door, and two little novices came out with a porridge bucket, and when the old man saw it, he immediately knocked down the young child waiting in line next to him, and regardless of his crying behind him, he held half a bowl with a gap, and ate it after a while, regardless of the boiling porridge water.

But feeling that his stomach was not full, seeing the young boy who had just been knocked down, the old man picked him up, and shouted to the little novice who was giving porridge from afar: "Master, master, my grandson has not eaten for three days, just a bowl of porridge, and before he saw it, he ate it in a blink of an eye. ”

After the little novice heard it, he hurriedly beckoned it over, filled it with a bowl of porridge and put it in the hands of the child, some of which overflowed, the old man licked the overflowing rice porridge next to him, and took the child to the corner, seeing that there was no one around, he ate the rice porridge in the bowl, leaving the dazed child, and walked in the direction of the Taixu Palace.

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Huang Shilang came to the inner room of the Buddha Gate, waited far away and did not dare to speak, and waited for a long time until the Master of Pure Space put down the wooden fish, got up and stood, and recited the Buddha's name, before opening his eyes and exhaling turbidity.

"Today should be the day of the Morning Dynasty, why did you come back so early, aren't you lazy?" asked Huang Shilang with a smile. Master Jingkong knew who was coming before Huang Shilang entered the door, but in the midst of worshipping the Buddha, he couldn't allow others to disturb him halfway, so he waited for himself to worship the Buddha before he asked.

Seeing the master of the clear space asking himself, Huang Shilang folded his hands and saluted and said: "When I was in the court, I listened to the people next to me say that this year's saint's sacrifice ceremony was to go to the Taixu Palace. ”

Hearing this, Master Jingkong laughed and said: "What is there to say about this, the Taixu Palace is the holy land of the Daomen, even if the saint is not the day when the new year alternates with the old year, even if it is an ordinary time, what does it matter if he goes to the Taixu Palace? This year is better for us at Taiping Temple, with less tossing. I can still be quiet. ”

"But Su Changxin has not come back yet, it stands to reason that the sacrificial ceremony on the occasion of the New Year and the Old Year that the saint came in person, this Su Changxin should be there no matter what, and all things big and small will be handled by him. That can only be said that he went to do something more important than the sacrificial ceremony. Huang Shilang analyzed it in a good way.

The Master of Clearance still replied with a smile: "You have thought too much, but you just went out to run errands, and you haven't rushed back yet." You go back first, the household department does not have you to sit in the battle, my disaster food will not be found, and those poor people will have to demolish my Taiping Temple. ”

When Huang Shilang heard this, he turned around and left.

The master of the clear space said to himself: "The young man does not know the taste of sorrow, and he falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. ”