Near in the morning, the officials of Chang'an rushed to the temple, and saw that several monks in the temple were hanging high on the temple beams and wailed, and the remaining few were huddled under the Buddha statue and hugged together, and even the golden body of the Buddha statue enjoying the incense offering on the case was also half of the head.

"Brother Du, it's them, I passed here on the poor road last night, and I heard this scream again and again, so I hurriedly reported to the official, but I didn't think it was a step too late! I don't know who did this? Beat several masters like this! ”

The Taoist priest next to him said to Du Ruyan who came over.

"It's you! It's you! Help, adults! This demon path not only robbed me of the peaceful place of Buddhism! He also beat up poor monks and others! Help, adults! ”

When the monks on the ground saw the people from the government coming, they rushed over and wailed.

Ziyi saw Du Ruhui coming over and asked leisurely, "Du Dog, I heard that you moved back again?" ”

The monks on the ground hurriedly retracted under the Buddha statue, and the monks stretched out their fingers and pointed at Ye Lin and said, "My lord, it's this Yaksha's hand!" Not only did she tear down the door of the temple, but she should have beaten the poor monks! ”

The monks accused Ziyi of her crimes, and even the monks hanging on the temple beams made a whining sound in their throats, and their bodies squirmed a few times, but unfortunately their noses and faces were swollen, and they died of pain after a few struggles, and finally whined for a long time, and Ye Lin didn't understand what they said.

Ziyi picked up the bag full of silver and threw it in front of Du Ruhui and said, "These monks are quite rich, they deserve it, you should ask." The army should be filled, and the army should be killed, this temple is not a good temple, let's demolish it! ”

After Ziyi finished speaking, Du Ruhui hesitated and asked, "Is the hall master really not in Zixuan?" ”

"It's really gone, what? Why don't I have time to go to an adult's house? ”

Du Ruyan hurriedly waved his hand in fright, Zi Yi snorted coldly, and pulled Ye Lin out of the temple.

The depressed Du Ruhui turned his head, looked at the group of monks in the temple, and said, "Take them all back and interrogate them strictly!" Don't keep this temple, demolish it! ”

The people on the side asked tentatively: "My lord, I haven't checked it out yet, it's not good to demolish the temple, and my subordinates are quite miserable when they see these monks, why don't you ask clearly about the demolition?" ”

Du Ruhui shook his head and said: "You don't understand, the two of them said to demolish, let's dismantle it, it's right, I don't think these monks are a good thing, all of them are fat-headed and big-eared, and they will be demolished by the official, anyway, the golden body is also broken, the demolition is wrong, and the official paid for them to repair one!" ”

It is indeed not Du Ruhui's style to demolish the temple without asking clearly, but Du Ruhui seems to understand what Ziyi said, either they move or move by themselves, and the official who was searching the temple at this time suddenly shouted: "My lord! Come and see! This is really not a good temple! ”

Du Ruhui followed the voice to Ming's room, and soon walked out with a strange face, and said to the surrounding officials: "This filthy place! It's dismantled! ”

The monks wailed again.

At noon, Ye Lin and the others returned to Qingyun Temple, Ziyun made bean porridge, Ziyi told Ziyun about the Fanmiao, Ziyun nodded. Said to Ye Lin: "Tomorrow Ziyi and I will go out to worship, the Taoist will prepare his own meals, and Liluo will be temporarily handed over to the Taoist to take care of."

Ye Lin asked, "What do you worship?" ”

"Midyear Festival! The Taoist chief doesn't know? ”

Ziyi, who was eating, raised her head and said.

Ye Lin exclaimed: "Zhongyuan? Halloween? It's almost July 7th? ”

Halloween, legend has it that on Halloween, the door of ghosts is wide open, and the souls of the underworld return to the world, Ye Lin originally did not believe in ghosts and gods, but now that Halloween is approaching, Ye Lin's own soul is in the Tang Dynasty, and a certain Yan Jun found something wrong when he checked the accounts, and he corrected his mistake with a wave of his hand.

Thinking of this, Ye Lin shuddered, and said to Ziyun next to him: "When the hall master comes back from worship, remember to buy more oil lamps."

Ziyun wondered, "What are you doing with an oil lamp?" The Taoist of the Midyear Festival does not put light lanterns, but asks for oil lamps, which is really incomprehensible."

"Bring a few lanterns, too, I heard that this thing can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, and take away your own filthy breath."

Ye Lin heard the word lantern and said again.

Ziyun nodded and said, "By the way, does the Taoist know about the Zhongyuan Wen Society?" ”

Ye Lin shook his head and said, Zi Yun said again: "It's similar to the literary meeting that the Taoist participated in last time, but in Chang'an, the scale is even bigger, and you can also get the favor of the Oiran!" Moonlit night, flower boat, good night, beautiful scenery, the Taoist will go to Chang'an with us tomorrow night to see the lanterns"

Ye Lin picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and said decisively: "Don't go, the poor road will be in Qingyunguan at night, then don't go" Going out to see the lanterns on the night of Halloween, Ye Lin felt no different from being dead.

"What does the chief want to do with the lanterns? Can't you put it in the daytime? Ziyun asked rhetorically.

Ye thought about it, too, since you can't go out at night, it's the same to put it during the day, anyway, you can get this kind of thing when you want it.

Seeing that Ye Lin was silent, Zi Yun shook her head, she originally planned to create more opportunities for Zi Yi and Ye Lin, but now it seems that it is not an easy task.

After Ye Lin finished eating, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and his eyes fell on the rice paper next to the copywriter, tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, why don't you put the lanterns today, isn't this okay? I remember that there is a small stream not far from Qingyun Temple.

Ye Lin thought about it, so he came to the copywriter and wanted to fold a few lanterns with rice paper, but unfortunately after trying a few times, Ye Lin folded a paper boat, and found a small half of the candle and put it on the paper boat, isn't this a lantern? It's pretty simple.

In the evening, Ye Lin came to the creek with a lantern, under the sunset, Ye Lin watched the paper boat tremble and float into the distance, smiled with satisfaction, and was about to go back, but Ye Lin's eyes fell on the water at his feet, a few huge grass carp were leisurely swinging in the water, Ye Lin stomped his feet, and the fish ignored Ye Lin, Ye Lin reached out to grab it, his hand touched the body of the fish, and a few fish scattered away.

Ye Lin got up, this Datang fish seems to be a little stupid, wouldn't this be eaten tomorrow? Thinking of this, Ye Lin's face raised a strange arc.

Chang'an, the black-faced Wei Zheng, found out the fishing rod that he had not used for a long time, the Zhongyuan Festival was closed, as the head of the trolls who disgusted Li Shimin, the emperor did not go to court, this one is also ready to relax, catch a fish, sell some money, and subsidize the family, this is obviously a good choice.