After Li Zhongyi arrived in Zhengzhou, he never moved the place and stayed for half a month.

People who don't know the inside story think that Li Zhongyi fell in love with the scenery and climate of Zhengzhou. However, the few people who knew the inside story knew in their hearts that Li Zhongyi was deliberately leaving time for readers who wanted to make trouble.

Many times, it is inevitable that the empire will have pustules, most of which can be tolerated. However, there is a limit to tolerance, and at the right time, it is necessary to squeeze it and dissolve an abscess to benefit the health of the body.

If it involves the military's pustules, Li Zhongyi must have cut through the mess with a quick knife divided by two. However, when it comes to the interests of the people who read the whole world, it is often not possible to do it quickly.

Zhi Yuqing is the prefect of Zhengzhou, and his usual official affairs are unusually busy, and Li Zhongyi did not leave him by his side, so that he has the energy to deal with government affairs.

As for Guo Xiaocheng, the head of the Zhengzhou Soldiers and Horses, in addition to his daily training, he has much more free time than Zhen Yuqing.

So, the task of accompanying Li Zhongyi to Songshan Shaolin Temple was handed over to Guo Xiaocheng.

Li Zhongyi and Guo Xiaocheng, dressed in civilian clothes, with dozens of guards, rushed to Shaolin Temple in a light car.

Shaolin Temple was founded in the 19th year of Taihe of the Northern Wei Dynasty (495), Emperor Xiaowen Tuoba Hong for the settlement of the Indian monk Batuo who came to the dynasty to teach Theravada Buddhism, in the north foot of the Shaomu Mountain of Songshan facing the capital Luoyang.

To the previous dynasty of the Great Weekend year, Shaolin Temple has more than 14,000 acres of land, 540 acres of temple foundation, more than 5,000 buildings and palaces, more than 2,000 monks, can be described as extremely prosperous.

In the past, Li Zhongyi also came to Shaolin Temple, but at that time, he came with the old chief, and he didn't have much personal time to play.

This time, Li Zhongyi came to Shaolin Temple again, and he had a special taste in his heart.

I think that at the beginning, burning a pillar of incense in Shaolin Temple was an astronomical over-commercialized past, and it always lingered in Li Zhongyi's mind.

Li Zhongyi really didn't want to disturb the people, and it was impossible for him to play alone, so he would prohibit officials and people from visiting or playing.

It's just that Li Zhongyi's good deeds made Zhang Sanzheng, the commander of the Qinya Battalion, nervous all the time, afraid that something unexpected would happen.

Li Zhongyi stood in front of the temple gate with his hands in his hands, silently staring at the three big characters of Shaolin Temple on the temple gate, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Today's Li Zhongyi, as the supreme in the world, visits Songshan Shaolin Temple again, and naturally has a new mood.

"The Emperor...... Huang Daguan, this Shaolin Temple perennial incense continuous, the temple is unusually abundant, this mountain gate is naturally magnificent. Guo Xiaocheng almost said that he missed his mouth, but fortunately he reacted in time and corrected it.

Li Zhongyi nodded, he naturally understood very well that there were already a lot of temple properties on the surface of Shaolin Temple, but that was by no means all the temple properties.

According to the secret reports of the Police Administration Temple and the Tiqi Division, the temple property of the Shaolin Temple has reached an appalling level, and there are at least 1,000 hectares of grain fields.

With so much land, it is not only not a problem to feed the thousands of monks of Shaolin Temple, but it is more than enough.

Of course, in this era, no matter which temple, there is no commercial operation that charges an entrance fee to enter.

Li Zhongyi walked into the mountain gate, and saw four tall and mighty clay statues standing on both sides, that is, the legendary four heavenly kings.

Because there was no forbidden street, Li Zhongyi only stayed at the mountain gate slightly, and the surroundings were soon crowded with people who wanted to enter the temple.

Zhang Sanzheng, the commander of the Qinya battalion, was so anxious that he was sweating on his forehead, the personnel were too mixed, and if there were villains lurking in it, something would happen.

After Li Zhongyi reminisced about the past, he raised his eyes and was shocked to find that the surroundings around him were already crowded with people, so he hurriedly raised his legs and entered the mountain gate.

Not disturbing the people is not Li Zhongyi's coy attitude, but the consciousness of modern people that goes deep into the bone marrow.

It is impossible to love the people like a son, even if you say so, it is just a cover to fool people.

However, try not to disturb the people or disturb the people less, as a ruler, Li Zhongyi has always had this awareness.

Today's Shaolin Temple, there is no over-commercialized atmosphere of later generations, Li Zhongyi leisurely strolling on the tree-lined path, smelling the fragrance of Buddha in his nose, and his ears are full of the sound of Buddhist scriptures and wooden fish.

Although Li Zhongyi does not worship Buddha, he did not disturb the believers of the Buddha to worship the Buddha devoutly.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Li Zhongyi stared at the bronze statue of the Buddha and looked carefully for a while.

"This benefactor, the old man looks at your face, but it's not ordinary!" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from behind Li Zhongyi.

Li Zhongyi turned his head to look, but saw that an old monk in a big red robe was clasping his hands together and staring at him with blazing eyes.

"It's just a few stinky money down there, and the appearance is not amazing." Li Zhongyi was accustomed to the pretend posture of a fortune-telling monk in his previous life, and he didn't intend to pay attention to the old monk in front of him.

However, the old monk obviously did not let go of Li Zhongyi's intention easily, he put his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and sighed: "The appearance of the donor is indescribable, and it is obvious that he is a person of fate." ”

Li Zhongyi smiled slightly, he had seen too many similar scenes, and it was not worth making a fuss about at all.

In previous lives, fortune tellers, whether monks or Taoist priests, would utter amazing words to attract the attention of tourists before trying to make money.

"Since you are destined, then donate some sesame oil money, Zhang Sanzheng, donate fifty yuan to this master."

Li Zhongyi came to play today, and he was in a very good mood, he was not happy to lose his interest, so he simply ordered Zhang Sanzheng to give the money, so as not to let the old monk continue to entangle.

"Donor, the old man is not for money, but if you are a donor, you will have a bloody disaster." The old monk did not accept the money, but continued to choose to pester Li Zhongyi.

Li Zhongyi's heart moved slightly, he deliberately did not return to Kaifeng, but chose to stay in Zhengzhou, didn't he just want to be ruthless to the troublesome scholars?

According to Li Zhongyi's heart, he must not be willing to be stained with the blood of scholars, so he will gain great infamy.

However, after all, this matter is widely implicated, and the slightest mistake on the part of the officers and men involved can easily cause a bloody disaster.

However, Li Zhongyi still didn't pay attention to the old monk, turned around and stepped out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Nan no Amitabha, donor, please stay." As the old monk and Li Zhongyi expected, they really chased out.

Li Zhongyi just smiled, didn't turn back, and lightly threw down a sentence: "We will meet again if we are fated." ”

The old monk used fate to get acquainted with Li Zhongyi, and Li Zhongyi took advantage of fate to turn back to the old monk.

Shaolin Temple, in addition to the temple property is quite a lot, the temple is quite a lot, the most attractive place for Li Zhongyi is the stele forest.

Li Zhongyi stopped between the steles and appreciated the calligraphy of the famous teachers of the past dynasties, and it was already afternoon.

When Li Zhongyi walked out of the stele forest, he saw the old monk with his hands folded and waiting for him by the side of the road with words in his mouth.

Inside the Daxiong Treasure Palace, outside the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and outside the stele forest, Li Zhongyi met the old monk three times, which can be said to be really fateful.

"Why did the master teach me?" When Li Zhongyi passed by the old monk, he suddenly stopped.

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Li Zhongyi, and suddenly he joined the Buddha's name, and whispered: "The identity of the donor is unspeakably expensive, and the old man is really rude." ”

Li Zhongyi couldn't help but smile slightly, the old monk had obviously recognized his identity a long time ago, so he had been entangled until now.

"Master, don't you have anything to say?" Li Zhongyi had the intention of teasing the old monk, so he deliberately squeezed him.

Li Zhongyi doesn't believe in God, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he doesn't worship Taoism, that is to say, he doesn't believe in all the tricks of strange forces and gods.

He was just a little strange, he had never stayed in Zhengzhou before, how could he be recognized by the old monk?

Of course, what the old monk said is unspeakably expensive, and its scope is actually unusually wide, which can be important ministers of the court, or princes and nobles.

However, Li Zhongyi is dressed as a businessman, and a discerning person knows that he is a rich man at a glance, but it is impossible to describe it as expensive.

The Son of Heaven caress the four people, Shinong and industrialist, among which the businessman is the cheapest!

Cheap businessmen, cheap businessmen, can be very rich, but they can't be called expensive!

"The old monk would like to give a word to the donor, and ask the donor to raise his noble hand and let people go!" The old monk is still in the posture of clasping his hands together.

However, the words of the old monk, listening to Li Zhongyi's ears, were like a heavy drum, shocking people's hearts.

To put it bluntly, Li Zhongyi dug a big pit in Kaifeng City, and waited for the troublesome scholars to jump in.

In other words, such a confidential matter is only known to a few confidants. Unexpectedly, the old monk who was far away in Songshan actually asked Li Zhongyi to raise his noble hand with something meaningful.

"Donor, there are not many scholars in the world, so why bother to be ruthless?" As soon as the old monk said this, Li Zhongyi no longer doubted the meaning, and he must have referred to the major event that the scholar was brewing trouble in Kaifeng City.

"Master, why teach me?" Li Zhongyi asked the old monk with a sharp edge, obviously wanting to embarrass the old monk.

There are some things that can be good. And the other kind of thing, you can't give up!

If everyone knows about self-discipline and law-abiding, why should the imperial court bother to support the government and the army?

The old monk obviously didn't know what to do, and in the face of Li Zhongyi's second question, why did he teach me, he could only preach the Buddha's name, and said bitterly: "Compassion is cherished!" ”

Li Zhongyi didn't bother to pay attention to the old monk anymore, and he didn't even want to know the monk's name, so he left the stele forest directly.

The fact that this dynasty did not kill scholars and doctors was the basic national policy of the weak Song Dynasty, and it was not Li Zhongyi's political proposition.

Although Zhilan is in the way, he will hoe it, this is Li Zhongyi's current state of mind.

On the way back to Zhengzhou from Dengfeng, Li Zhongyi leaned against the wall of the carriage, looking at the book in his hand, and the thoughts in his head had flown out far away.

The compassion that the old monk said did touch Li Zhongyi to a certain extent. After all, killing a scholar is not a glorious thing.