The reason why Wen Xuan wanted to go with the master and apprentice of the sect was that he wanted to use their identities to better hide himself, and second, he wanted to see if he could find some way to enter the city to find out the news of Kang Jintan.

So when he heard that the thousand-year-old temple Lingyin Temple had such a grand occasion, Wen Xuan's mind also came alive, "Lingyin Temple can go through thousands of years of incense, naturally there is a reason, we might as well go to this grand Dharma meeting together." ”

Zong Chuan was very happy to see that the two young people were also worshipping the Buddha, and immediately nodded and agreed to be the guide of the two and go to the meeting together.

Although Wen Xuan was very interested in the future black-clothed prime minister, he didn't bother too much, after all, he should be almost fifty years old when he went out of the mountain to assist Zhu Di, the king of Yan, to start the battle of Jingjing, but now he is only a fourteen-year-old Ying Fa novice.

It's new and interesting enough to be able to see the people who will go down in history in the future grow up in front of your eyes.

Merchants hurried by, and the carriages and horses were like clouds.

The closer to Hangzhou City, the more lively the official road became, but the monks who came and went attracted everyone's attention.

The monk headed by him wore a five-Buddha Pilu hat, a silk embroidered robe, and a monk's boot, with more than 20 servants behind him.

Mu Chong said: "Look at this battle, it should be the monk in charge of a local temple somewhere." ”

"Monk...... I see. Wen Xuan fell into deep thought, no wonder he met so many monks along the way.

Mu Chong explained: "The Yuan court respects the lama monks, and the monks also have their own system when they enter the court as officials, which supports the promotion of Buddhist culture to a certain extent, and the Buddha and Taoism in the south of the Yangtze River are the most prosperous. ”

"I know a thing or two about the monk system, but in any case, shouldn't the monks be extraordinary, and practice behind closed doors, right? Why are most of these monks we met along the way all of them looking like they are flying and domineering? Wen Xuan asked suspiciously.

Mu Chong continued: "The emperor admires Buddhism so much, and all over the country naturally compete to build a large number of buildings, build temples, which is bound to recruit monks, and the three religions and nine streams are naturally good and bad, although Buddhism has been spread to a certain extent, but the consequence is that many monks have an unhealthy atmosphere, in the name of Buddhism, cheating and drinking, and even burning, killing and looting, all kinds of evil!" ”

Wen Xuan said helplessly: "I see, any school of doctrine is suddenly respected by the emperor's court, I'm afraid it will inevitably happen, right?" It's a pity that many young people are fishing in troubled waters, which makes this person's outstanding place a miasma. ”

Mu Chong nodded and said, "But I believe that in addition to some indiscriminate roosters and dog thieves, there are still many enlightened monks who do good deeds and purify all sentient beings." ”

"You're right." Zong Chuan praised the opinions of the two, and said after a long sigh: "The change of dynasties, the frequent wars, the imperial court issued many regulations for the Han and Nanren, and the imperial examination was even more obsolete, and most of the imperial examinations that were finally held were given priority by the Mongolian people. Therefore, the people are busy with their livelihoods, few people study hard, and many of them are abandoned.

Since the construction of many Buddhist monasteries, it has begun to play a cultural function as a secular academic and educational institution, and the few remaining scholars and scholars linger among the temples and palaces, or talk about the Tao and the Tao, or communicate and sing harmony, all of which are inextricably linked with the Buddha and the Tao, and the famous monks and Taoists also have good cultural literacy.

Unexpectedly, in such a worldly situation, the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism can let go of their prejudices and integrate with each other. ”

Wen Xuan nodded after listening carefully, no wonder the sect is also quite proficient in Confucianism, and can force the three factions to put down the door and report to the group for warmth, it seems that the power of the Western Regions monks in the Yuan court should be stronger than imagined.

"Alas, I only hope that this grand festival can go smoothly and not be used by people with good intentions...... "Yixin sighed softly to the Buddha's lineage.

Wen Xuan also became vigilant when he heard this, it seems that the puja of this Lingyin Temple is far from being as simple as he imagined.

It wasn't until the evening that the sunset rose on the horizon and everyone saw the magnificent Hangzhou City Gate.

The Yuan soldiers guarding the city gate were drowsy, and the inspection of passers-by was also perfunctory, Wen Xuan and Mu Chong casually found a reason to go into the city to visit relatives and were let in, as for Zong Chuan and Dao Yan, Yuan Bing didn't even look at it, and let them go directly.

Wen Xuan and Mu Chong both came to Fucheng for the first time, and couldn't help but sigh that the street market in Hangzhou City was prosperous, and the people were buzzing, and they also really saw the beautiful scenery of the season and summer here.

The water, the sky, the green mountains, and the lotus are all beautiful; Carved railings and jade masonry, temple attics, all fine.

Light songs, dances, incense, and lights are all accidental; Poetry and songs, snow and moon, wind and flowers, all of them are good.

"If the top of the light is a fairyland in the sky, Hangzhou City should be a Qionglou on earth." Mu Chong couldn't help but sigh like this.

The country will be in turmoil, and disaster will arise, but I didn't expect that the city of Hangzhou is still a scene of singing and dancing......

Wen Xuan didn't know whether he was influenced by his father Wen Xianzhong, or if he was used to life and death in recent days, and every time he saw a leisurely beauty in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his mind.

"People in other places even have a problem with food and clothing, but Hangzhou is so lascivious and extravagant, which is really emotional!" This is the first sentence that Xiao Daoyan said.

Hearing that the apprentice finally spoke, Zong Chuan was naturally happy to respond, "Hangzhou Road is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is the provincial governance of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it has been a rich and comfortable place since ancient times. ”

Wen Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart, no matter how comfortable he is, it is just a temporary trend, and in a few years, the world will be in chaos, how can there be eggs under the nest? How many blessed lands will survive at that time?

After everyone walked around the city for a while, the night scene of West Lake quietly appeared, and the intoxicating vocal music sounded at the docking, but the four people who had their own hearts had no intention of visiting again.

"Master Zongchuan, we've been running around for a long time today, let's find a place to rest first, shall we?" Wen Xuan arranged empathetically.

"Then we will continue to trouble the donor." Zong Chuan smiled kindly, nodded in agreement, and gave a Buddha salute with one hand.

Although the Lingyin Temple held a puja to arrange food and lodging for the monks who gathered, after all, the two of them came from a little-known small Zen monastery, and they were afraid that they would be ridiculed if they went.