Chapter Ninety-Two: The Sutra of the Temple is Difficult to Read
"Brother Duan, with all due respect, what kind of charter are the three of you, and what are your plans?"
Wei Xiaoge threw the question directly. Music-Text
Dealing with ordinary people, she is not worried at all, and it is no problem to fight dozens of people at a time. But in the face of a real master, she is a cabbage.
A dish that is purely given to people to step on.
If she is a cabbage, the three former monks are a rotten potato one by one, which is worse than the cabbage. A pile of broken copper and iron is of no use except for dragging its feet, and there will be no Mi Hongchen to save the scene next time.
And people's hearts are unpredictable, and the monks used to be opposed.
Therefore, Wei Xiaoge must ask for a clear understanding.
Duan Yixing hung his head slightly, and said with a little shame: "I hope to go to Baoliang Country, and I heard that the girl is also going, so I want to follow." ”
Wei Xiaoge was a little surprised, "The road of Baoliang Country is far away and treacherous, you are from Wujin Country, what are you going to do there?" I've always been a little puzzled, Thorpe is dead, why are you running away, will Foguang Temple let you be buried with you? ”
"The girl did not know that not all of them would be buried with her, that many would surely die, and that the others would be punished at least eighty and sent to do the hardest work. If the tendons of our right hand are broken, and we will not be able to complete our daily work, the prison monks will surely be whipped and reprimanded, and in the end, alas! ”
The implication is that after Thorpe dies, he is likely to die when he returns to the temple. Even if you don't die, you will still be tortured to death in the end.
It's better to run away early.
Wei Xiaoge shook his head, "This is unusual, the fake monks in Yi County show off their martial arts and live a very prosperous life, but you real monks don't necessarily have any power." ”
"The fake monks in the county are different from us." Duan Yixing's face was filled with helplessness.
He was not eloquent, but he was barely able to make things clear.
Foguang Temple covers an area of not small, with more than 300 ordinary monks, among which there are several classes. The little monks were about ten years old and were put into the temple, all of them were children of white families, most of whom were about the same as uncles and nephews of the Duan family, in order to wash away the sins of the old and young in the family.
can be sent into the temple by the clan, and these little monks are naturally not favored. Either the family is poor and untenable in the clan, or the father died of a slump and the mother is too weak to bear the pressure of the family and is forced to send her son away.
The monks had no privileges, and they worked in the fields like peasants.
I was tired and tired every day, and I was vegetarian at meals, so my life was very hard.
If you are lucky and your physique is still quite strong, you will have the opportunity to be selected as a warrior monk, such as Duan's uncle and nephew.
Of course, these are just ordinary monks, and some are distant relatives of the official eunuchs, born in the scholar family. Although he is also a scholar who can't be more biased, the household registration level is there, and he belongs to the best people.
When these people entered the temple, they were all clerical workers, and they only had to chant scriptures to greet pilgrims, or go to the homes of rich and noble people to do things, which was very easy. Moreover, the incense money of the temple and the silver money issued by the Peiyang County Government are also under the control of these people.
When the money is in their hands, few people can bear it, so those civil monks will inevitably have mixed good and bad, and each will accumulate wealth. Being a monk is not a eunuch, and it is inevitable that he will occasionally sneak out of the temple and spend all day drinking, but this is not enough.
When Wei Xiaoge heard this, he was even more surprised, it sounded like an ordinary temple. Where there are people, it is naturally divided into three, six, nine and so on. Those who do coolies always suffer a loss, and a monk who can recite scriptures is a good monk.
Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the scripture of the temple may be even more difficult to read.
"Then why is the county so disgusted with monks, and what about those fake monks who rob children?"
Duan Yixing let out a long sigh and continued.
Although the life of a monk is hard, it can also go on.
Foguang Temple is not a famous ancient temple, and it is far worse than Ruian Temple. Five years ago, Thorpe, a registered disciple of the Wuyue National Master, suddenly entered the temple from afar. He is not an abbot, but a place to order, but the panache on weekdays is many times bigger than the abbot.
Since then, some things have been very different from before.
In order to collect children and send them to Tai'a City, the national capital, everything is done.
Thorpe didn't care about anything, he only wanted results, and every two months he had to collect ten children, all of which were done by the clerical monks in the monastery.
Perhaps fearing that the reputation of Foguang Temple would be ruined, the civilian monks instigated the ruffians to put on monk's robes and rob everywhere. At the same time, in the name of Thorpe, a disciple of the national teacher, they put pressure on the yamen, so the county did not dare to take care of it.
Even if the ruffians are doing things to strengthen children, the reputation of Foguang Temple has plummeted, and there are few incense sticks.
When Duan Yixing said this, his vocal cords pleaded: "Miss Wei, it is indeed not right for us to encircle and hunt you down, but we people are indeed not involved in those evil things. I also asked the girl to take a ride, as long as I went to Baoliang Country and made money, I would definitely be rewarded. ”
This is said by Duan Yixing, which is very credible, but it is not necessarily necessary to change Maoqiu.
Who doesn't want silver, but it's certainly not much, and she can't afford it. Wei Xiaoge said with a smile: "It's not that I don't want to take you and wait, it's just that I'm entangled in everything, and there are people in the Buddhist sect chasing me, so your choice is not very wise."
She wanted to say that her strength was not good and her ability was low, but when the words came to her mouth and swallowed again, this kind of face-losing words seemed a little unspeakable.
Her face turned slightly red, and she coughed twice, "It's better for everyone to go their own way, and you have your ring knife in hand, bring a few more in case you need it." Encountering tigers and black bears will not be defenseless and waiting to be beaten. ”
Duan Yixing was speechless, his mouth moved, and he said after a long time: "We are a group, we don't know how to go to Baoliang Country. ”
Wei Xiaoge said in surprise: "Why do you have to go to Baoliang Country, you are originally from Wujin Country, the sky and the earth are big, and you can't go anywhere." ”
Duan Yixing thought to himself, this girl obviously didn't know much about Buddhism.
They are all monks who have gone to the ordained, and there is no difference between a fugitive monk and a fugitive slave. Moreover, the power of the Moonless National Master is extremely great, covering the sky with one hand, and maybe the wanted documents outside are all pasted over. Once the identity is revealed, there is absolutely no life or death.
The six of them were encountered, and they originally planned to go down the mountain to find a remote place to hide. Duan Yixing thought that the goal of a few people together was too big, so he simply parted ways with the others, secretly returned to Duanjiazhuang, and asked him for some silver taels from an aunt who had come to the temple to see him many times, and then changed a small place with Duan Tiancai to hide his surname.
After the tendon of the right hand is cured, I can find an opportunity to fill the refugees who have lost their household registration, so that they can also be used as a nursing home.
If you meet that kind of relaxed good people, don't go to the local yamen to inquire, and see their strength and ability to work, maybe they will go to the yamen to spend some money to get a slave. In the future, the main family may not issue a deed of sale, so that there is a household registration of good people.
Of course, this is when everything is going well, but now it is already a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.
"Alas, Miss Wei, I won't tell you, I may have been a little lucky, but now the situation is different, Hengtong of Ruian Temple is dead."
Wei Xiaoge said curiously: "Didn't you burn the corpses of Hengtong and others, I'm afraid, and no one knows that his death has anything to do with you." ”
Duan Yixing sighed again.
He added: "There are only a few roads down the mountain, and I am afraid that they are all guarded by monks." (To be continued.) )
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