Tang Zhangwei said to Baimei Daoren: "It's a pity, it's a pity that such a good seedling is learning Taoism by your side." ”

Baimei Daoist said to Tang Zhangwei: "He Baifu is a good seedling, you can take him to the army of the Tang Dynasty to establish and cultivate." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Can I really take him away? ”

Baimei Daoist said: "Then what's not to do, you can take it away at any time, I also hope that he will have a good experience in the army of the Tang Dynasty!" ”

So, Tang Zhangwei let He Baifu join the army. He Baifu's skills were soon used in the army of the Tang Dynasty.

This He Baifu was promoted quickly, and now he has become a thousand households.

However, when this thousand households arrived in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, they encountered a strange thing.

Because, in this Chang'an City, there are some onmyoji and some Persian Zoroastrians who got together.

They transported an ancient Egyptian obelisk to Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, which made He Baifu suspicious, and he felt a little uneasy.

Why did he transport this big thing from ancient Egypt to the Tang Dynasty, and why did these Persian Zoroastrians get together with those Fusang onmyoji, he was full of doubts.

When He Baifu reported to his boss Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang also felt very strange, but he didn't dare to make decisions on his own, so he told Tang Zhangwei.

Tang Zhangwei only said four words, "wait and see", and then did not speak again.

Most people your age have to bend over the fields from sunrise to sunset to get breakfast and lunch—but they have to give you some of their bread. Do you know why they do it? ”

"Yes," he said, moving his feet around, his eyes on the ground.

"Go on."

"They did it because they wanted the monks to pray for them."

"Yes. The hard-working peasants give you bread, meat, and stone-made dormitories, and a fire in the winter – but you are tired of not sitting motionless from the beginning to the end while you celebrate a great Mass for them! ”

"I'm sorry, brother."

Philip looked at William for a moment. He didn't do anything bad. The real fault was with his superiors, who were so lax as to let the monks mess around in the church. Philip said gently, "Why do you want to be a monk when you are tired of praying?" ”

"I am my father's fifth son."

Philip nodded. "Needless to say, he gave the abbey some land as a condition for us to accept you, right?"

"Yes - a farm."

It is a common thing for those who have a son to offer one to God, and to make sure that God does not refuse the gift, they also donate a fortune sufficient to support that son through the poverty of the monastery. As a result, many people who do not have a full-time job become disobedient monks.

"If you're transferred to—say, a grange, or my little monastery of St. John's in the woods, where you have a lot of outdoor work to do and very little time for worship," Philip said, "can you help you to behave appropriately in prayer?" ”

William was radiant. "Yes, brother, I think so."

"I thought so too. I'm going to see what to do. But don't be too impatient – you may have to wait until we have a new vice president and ask him to transfer you. ”

"Anyway, I thank you in advance!"

When the prayers were over, the monks began to leave the church. Philip put a finger to his lips to end the conversation. As the friars marched through the south passageway, they were joined by Philip and William and walked to the outer cloister, a square arcade adjacent to the south side of the nave. The team disbanded when it got here. Philip turned to the kitchen, but the way was blocked by the priest, and he spread his legs and put his hands on his waist, making an aggressive gesture in front of Philip. "Brother Philip," he said.

"Brother Andrew," said Philip, wondering to himself: what is wrong with him?

"What do you mean by disrupting the prayer of the great Mass?"

Philip was stunned. "Messing up prayers?" He said incredulously, "That boy is playing a prank." He-"

"I still have a way of dealing with pranks in my prayers!" Andrew raised his voice and said. The monks who were scattering stopped and stood nearby listening to the conversation.

Philip couldn't understand such a fuss. The young friar and the friar were occasionally disciplined by brothers of higher rank when praying, and there was no rule that only priests could do so. Philip said, "But you didn't see what happened—"

"Maybe I did, but I want to deal with it later."

Philip was fairly sure he didn't see anything. "So, what do you see?" He challenged.

"Don't try to interrogate me!" Andrew shouted. His red face turned purple. "You can be abbot of a small monastery in the forest, but I have been a priest here for twelve years, and I will conduct the prayers of the cathedral as I see fit—without the help of outsiders half my age!"

Philip began to think that maybe he had really done something wrong - otherwise, why would Andrew be so angry? But more importantly, such a loud noise in the cloister was not a demonstration scene for the rest of the monks, and it should have come to an end. Philip swallowed his pride, gritted his teeth, and bowed humbly. "I accept your discipline, brother, and I beg your forgiveness," he said.

Andrew had already tensed the strings and wanted to quarrel with each other, but the opponent retreated so early, which really made him unwilling. "Well, don't do that in the future." He said in a big way.

Philip was silent. Andrew still has something to say, so any more thing Philip says will only elicit another rebuttal. He stood there, looking down at the ground, biting his tongue, and Andrew stared at him for a long time. Eventually, the priest turned around and walked away with his head held high.

The other monks were still looking at Philip. He was outnumbered by Andrew, and his heart was very angry, but he had to swallow his anger, because a proud monk is not a good monk. Without saying a word to anyone, he left the cloister.

The friars' living quarters are on the south side of the square cloister, with dormitories to the southeast and reteens to the southwest. Philippe went out and walked west, through the refectory, and again to the communal area of the abbey, where he could see the guest rooms and stables. In the southwest corner of the courtyard is the kitchen courtyard, surrounded by a canteen, a kitchen, a bakery, and a sake brewery on three sides. In the courtyard, a car with tall piles of radishes was waiting to be unloaded. Philip climbed the kitchen steps and walked inside.

A smell greeted you. The air was filled with the smell of hot and thick grilled fish, as well as the noise of banging on the pot and shouting commands.

(End of chapter)