With a crisp sound of "pop", the old monk Zhisong slammed the two heads of "grinding and drinking" on the ground, and his strength made it very ingenious, just knocking off the lower half of the mud doll's body, leaving his head in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They are all hollow clay dolls, and after the top and bottom are broken into two, the lower half of the piece is bone-twisted on the ground.

The old monk Zhisong turned the doll's head upside down.

The fracture is knocked very flat, compared with ordinary dolls, these two grinding and drinking music are not different at first glance, but after careful inspection, you will find a very interesting detail - ordinary clay dolls will only have one layer, but these two, there are two layers, and there is only a thin gap between the two layers.

The old monk Zhisong stood up and went to the table in front of the window to take down a small porcelain bowl, which contained most of the bowl of noodles that had been reconciled, and I don't know which kitchen brought it out. Little by little, he stuffed the dough into the gap between the two layers of the grinding and drinking head, until he could no longer press anything, and then he did the same, and filled the other one with it.

While he was doing this, the presiding monk of Daxiangguo Temple, Zhiguang, went to fetch two big candles and lit them. After Zhisong's dough was stuffed, the two took chopsticks, put the head of the grinding and drinking music on the flame of the candle, and carefully dried it.

Everything was ready, and when they felt that the dough was almost dry, the two wiped the sweat from the corners of their foreheads, and both showed some nervous expressions.

They gently smashed the grinding and drinking music in their hands, carefully lest they hurt the dry dough inside.

When the two hemispherical pieces of dry dough were taken out completely, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, took two pieces of white paper, put them on top of the dough, and gently wiped them on the paper with black charcoal.

When they felt that it was almost enough, they took off the paper in their hands, opened it, and put it together.

Where the black charcoal traces on the paper are lighter, the handwriting and patterns are shallowly revealed. The motif is a snake with a crescent moon bend.

The handwriting is small and it's all numbers.

The two of them took another blank piece of paper, wrote on it the sexagenary branch, the twelve hours, and counted the numbers one by one.

It took nearly an afternoon for the two of them to spell out what was sure to be true.

It's a birthday.

According to the eight characters, the phase is indeed a snake, the hour is also night, and the moon at that time is also the last quarter crescent.

Only then did the two of them completely relax and clean up the finishing touches on the floor and table. Everything that could be burned was burned clean, and the dolls were smashed.

After finishing this, the two young monks were sweating, they sat back on the futon, holding the transcribed eight characters in their hands, you look at me, I look at you, the expressions are like crying and laughing, panic and excitement, very strange.

After a while, the old monk Zhisong said, "Senior brother, do we really want to do it?" ”

The host Zhiguang smiled bitterly: "Have we ever had a choice?" It's not forced yet...... If you don't do it, in two years, this Daxiangguo Temple can't even support the shelves outside. ”

Old Monk Zhisong thought about the account book he had seen a few months ago, and couldn't help but sigh.

Since the Empress Dowager Tian has been on the throne for more than ten years, because she herself is not keen on Buddhism, she also deliberately cut off the royal gold and silver supply of Daxiangguo Temple, which has made the money and rice in the temple stretched thin over the years.

What kind of scenery did the Great Xiangguo Temple in the past, when the previous presiding officer was in office, there were nearly 1,000 acres of land, more than 1,600 monks, more than 60 Zen temples and law institutes, and the land in the east was circled at that time, all of which were dozens of acres and dozens of acres to buy, and ten more Zen temples were to be built, and even the foundation had been laid.

However, when King Su rebelled, everything came to naught.

Missing the royal silver rice not to mention, because the Empress Dowager Tian took office three fires to choose the Great Xiangguo Temple, so that other people did not dare to donate and worship, within two years, the plan of the Zen temple was aborted, and after another two years, I had to cut the expenses, the further back, the more constrained, and even sold a few pieces of land in the past few years.

However, even so, it still can't support the scene of more than 1,000 people.

Seeing that the century-old ancient temple is about to set outside the building, the monk Zhiguang is the host, where can he still sit still. But he preached the scriptures everywhere, and the people who could be moved were only small families, at most they were wealthy families, and then up, although the dignitaries were willing to associate with him, they did not dare to donate a lot of money.

Empress Dowager Arita is an example in front, how stupid people will do it against her.

Just when he was cornered, it was the princess of Wei who sent someone to deliver the news, saying that she could help him regain the glory of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

At the beginning, it was just to help do some small things, but in the future, I fell deeper and deeper, and I also started to step on the border between black and white.

The old monk Zhisong coughed lightly, and said worriedly: "It's okay to have other things, but this ...... If it is discovered, it will be placed in an ordinary person's house, but the family will be wiped out, the nine clans will be overturned, and the six roots of the monks will be pure, but it will inevitably bring more than 1,000 children in the temple. ”

The host Zhiguang let out a long sigh, "It's too late now, it's so easy to get on this boat, where do you want to go down...... Just want to go smoothly, and after this round, there will be no next time. If we can succeed in one fell swoop, take the reward we deserve, and hand over this burden, and when the two of us die, this secret will be buried in the grave, and no one will know about it. I can't let the Great Xiangguo Temple be destroyed in the hands of our senior brothers, and I don't want you to be reduced to the point where you need to rely on looking at your fate to find money and rice in the temple like a few years ago. ”

Zhisong hurriedly shook his head, "Where is the senior brother, and no matter how much I don't think there is any loss in fortune telling, I am really happy to be able to help......

The two were silent for a while, sighed in unison, and froze at the paper in their hands.

Some things, once you step on the wrong first foot, will sink deeper and deeper.

Zhiguang remembered the scene when he received an invitation from Princess Wei for the first time that day.

If he hadn't been tempted by gold and silver and refused directly, he probably wouldn't have had such distress today.

Also hesitating is Yang Shu of Hanlin Mansion.

At this moment, he was also sitting in the study, and a letter was spread out on the table.

The letter was very ordinary, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a normal greeting invitation, but Yang Shu knew that it was related to the path he wanted to choose next.

The other party has already released the blue bird, whether to pick it up or not, how to pick it up, it's up to you.

Yang Shu took a deep breath.

Adopt a daughter for a thousand days, just for this time! It's just that why should the other party help himself, is it really just that he just wants to take care of Miaofang when she is in the palace in the future?

Is there really a feast in the world for free?

Can the little emperor sit on the throne?

He has never wanted people to feel that he is an emperor, and in the past, Zhang Qian asked his son Zhang Jun to marry Miaofang, but he wanted to find a reason to refuse because he was worried that people would feel that he was close to the emperor.

If Miao Fang really entered the palace and became the queen, this would not be a sticker on her head, but a heavy imprint on her body.

If Zhao Xian's throne is not stable, then he will never be able to turn over again in his life.