Zong Shu took the prince and his entourage, and finally arrived at the Huanghua Temple in Mi County before the sky was dark.

Huanghua Temple was founded in the late Western Han Dynasty, the founding emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty Liu Xiu and the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty Zhu Yuanzhang, two true dragon sons once traveled to here, died into auspiciousness, turned the danger into safety, the temple was renamed Tianlong Temple.

Zong Shu once visited this monastery.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Huanghuaji Temple was next to the Suoxu River in Mi County, which was part of the Sui-Tang Grand Canal and connected to the Bianhe River in Tokyo.

The reason why I chose to take the carriage is mainly because it is too cold now, and the Bianhe River and Suoxu River are frozen.

The coal resources of Mi County are very rich and of high quality, especially the back mountains of Huanghua Temple, which are all anthracite.

From here, it is very convenient to mine coal and transport it to Bianliang City in Tokyo, and take the canal.

Transporting coal from Yingtianfu is a long way, and many places are not accessible by water, and the transportation cost is too high.

When the prince traveled, someone had already reported it to the temple, and the presiding officer was so panicked that he hurriedly cleaned up the room and prepared for vegetarian fasting.

The host built a large bonfire in the courtyard, and the prince, Yingluo, Zhuzhu and Zong Shu sat by the fire, wanting to continue listening to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Zong Shu didn't want to talk about it at this time, after talking for a day, his mouth was almost wooden, if Li Shaoyan came, it was estimated that he could stand it.

It's a bit of a waste not to bake something on such a bonfire.

"Abbot, come here, come here. Can you get a sheep? Let's roast a whole sheep, in the desert, that's how it is done. Zong Shu said.

When the abbot heard this, he immediately clasped his hands together, reciting what Amitabha Buddha, Buddha Gate Pure Land, No Killing, and so on.

"Zong Shu, don't be rude to the master." The prince rebuked.

Zong Shu didn't care, what kind of pure land of Buddhism, not to kill? Isn't cabbage radish life?

"Prince, human life always comes first! If people's lives can't be saved, what are you talking about pigs and sheep? Thirteen stick monks saved King Tang, didn't they kill anyone? People have been killed, what do you say about killing or not killing? Zong Shu smiled.

The abbot clasped his palms together again: "Donor, have you ever heard the Buddha cut meat and eat eagles and feed tigers with his body?" ”

"Your Buddha is just a fool!" Zong Shu then turned to the prince: "Prince, to a certain extent, good is the connivance of evil, and unprincipled goodness is a crime. ”

The abbot often went around preaching scriptures and promoting Buddhism, but it was the first time he saw someone who did not agree with the Buddha's practice of sacrificing his life and insulted Buddhism.

In normal times, when the abbot preaches the scriptures, the monks or believers are convinced. Naturally, his mouth is not as sharp as Zong Shu, and he can't speak at this time.

"Father-in-law Wei, when you go to a nearby farmer, the whole sheep must be slaughtered. Remember, we must give silver, we must pay attention to the image, and do not take a stitch from the masses. Zong Shu commanded.

Father-in-law Wei has a black line on his face, the prince and princess are here, where is your turn to scream at this kid?

Just as he was about to have a seizure, the crown prince Zhao Huan waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, give enough silver." ”

Father-in-law Wei went out with a person, and after a while, he really got a processed sheep, and he actually got a lot of condiments.

Zong Shu wanted to bake it himself, but who knew that this time Gonggong Wei was positive and volunteered, sprinkling condiments while skillfully flipping.

Zong Shen also ran over and gave Grandpa Wei a hand.

The abbot and the monks were far away. They wanted to stop it, but when they thought about it, what kind of identity is the prince?

It seems that the monks will also judge the situation and watch the dishes.

Roasting whole sheep in the temple, the prince felt extremely inappropriate, but he couldn't find any reason for it for a while, because what Zong Shu said just now made sense!

At all times, human life is more important than animals.

Of course, these things advocated by Buddhism are true, but they are too rigid and impersonal.

But those who questioned the Buddha so much, the prince felt that Zong Shu was the first.

"Eighth sister, such a good night, why don't you come to a song to cheer up?" Zhao Huan tore the leg of mutton handed over by Father-in-law Wei and said while eating.

Yingluo took out a flute and played a small tune. Melodiously, in the temple spread far away.

"Yingluo, you play the flute, it's very inappropriate." Zong Shu took the flute from Yingluo's hand.

"Why not? Am I blowing badly? "The flute is a must in the palace, and the queen mother often listens to her in the palace, and she is quite conceited about this.

"It's not bad. Rather, there is something more suitable for you. Where does the jade teach, you should blow,. Ha ha. Zong Shu laughed.

This kind of laughter, Yingluo is very familiar, and she feels that she has been caught by this kid, but she doesn't understand it for a while.

"Listen to what I played," Zong Shu turned the flute to the left and then to the right, and asked, "Which side did you play just now?" ”

Here, Yingluo reached out and turned the flute sideways again. Could it be that this illiterate person can play the flute?

Zong Shu found the position of the flute and was about to blow it, when he suddenly stopped, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and smiled: "It's so fragrant!" ”

The little motorcycle Zongshen also saw it, and was stunned, the young master is so violent! Dare to flirt with the princess in front of the prince!

Yingluo really couldn't stand this illiterate anymore, so she rushed up and gave him a punch.

Fortunately, I still have some pectoral muscles, so I cushioned it, otherwise it would have hurt even more. This little girl is not small.

"Eighth sister, you just listen to him blow. If he doesn't blow well, see how I punish him. Zhao Huan persuaded.

Yingluo was so angry that he almost ran away, but the eldest brother of the prince has a life, and it is difficult to disobey, this breath, endure it!

When Zong Shu finished playing, a burst of cheers sounded from all sides. Even the masonry workers stationed outside the courtyard cheered.

Zong Shu was very proud, although the tassels were also blowing very well, but the rhythm was single.

Zong Shu played the classic dizi song "Raising the Whip to Urge the Horse to Carry Grain", which was extremely cheerful and used many techniques, especially the sound of the horse's barking with the flute, which surprised everyone.

These skills, before they appeared in this era, I don't believe they can't shock you!

Zong Shu looked at the two women. Zhu Zhu was excited when she heard this, and her flushed face became even brighter under the light of the fire.

In stark contrast, Yingluo is actually full of tears!

The people of the Northern Song Dynasty took music too seriously, and a single song could move this little brute.

It seems that something is wrong, obviously it is a cheerful rhythm and a joyful track, and it should be very hilarious, how can it be crying?

Even Gonggong Wei, who had always been expressionless, also looked intoxicated, his body swaying, as if he was making a beat.

"Childe, your song is magnificent, a good scene of people neighing." Grandpa Wei seems to be unsatisfied.

"Childe, uh, Zong Shu, does this song have a name?" Yingluo used the word son, and her speech was obviously much softer.

The hedgehog that was erected just now has immediately become a white rabbit with smooth hair.

"Uh, the name, it's called, it's in your bar." Zong Shu laughed and said: "If I enter your horse pole, I am your Han." ”

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, who rarely listens?" Yingluo blushed and whispered.

"It's a pity, there are very few horses now, and the streets are full of donkeys." Motorbike Zongshen said.

Zong Shu glared at the little motorcycle, what a good atmosphere, you kid will be destroyed at once.

A roasted whole sheep was too big for a few people to eat, and the rest was taken outside the courtyard for the masons who came with them to eat.

At this time, the abbot actually came over, looked at the tassels and beads, and rolled his eyes several times. This made Zong Shu feel extremely uncomfortable.

Shouldn't the abbot be a high-ranking monk who is not close to beauty?

Zhao Huan asked: "How many miles is your temple, is there any coal?" ”

"The old man has been here for more than 30 years. It is safe to say that this square is close to the left, and there is no coal at all. The abbot replied.

"Zong Shu, didn't you say that there is a charcoal here?" The prince was disappointed and annoyed: "Are you here to eat sheep?" ”

"Prince, I said yes, that is, yes. This abbot knows a fart. Zong Shu thought to himself, the prince's temperament is a little weaker, and he has to use his own madness to take him!

What if Zhao Huan is still as soft as in history, and is scared in the face of the attack of the Jin people?

This is really for the sake of Yingluo's face, otherwise, I will help you, the prince?

"The abbot is a local, isn't it familiar to you?" Yingluo said.

"What does the abbot know? The place he knew was only the size of an abbot. How many miles away, how could he know? Zong Shu said: "Prince, I will find it tomorrow morning, rest assured." ”