In front of the mountain gate of Ying'en Temple, the presiding superintendent of the temple had already brought a group of monks to wait for the little prince who came to repay the vows. The monks are not beaming, the palace sent people yesterday to say, the little prince because of the blessing of the Buddha of this temple, resurrected from the dead, today to repay the vows. The magnanimity of King Fu's mansion, who doesn't know the entire Luoyang City. In addition, Fuwangfu and Ying'en Temple have a special relationship, think about this time, the temple is going to add a lot of sesame oil money, which can really be described as "people sit in the temple, money comes from the sky".

Zhu Yousong, who was thinking about the huge temple of Ying'en Temple, took a group of attendants, quickly whipped his horse, crossed Dongguan Street, and went straight to the temple gate. From a distance, you can see rows of bald heads, which are even brighter in the sun. The monks presided over the following, who had seen such a sincere pilgrim, only as the son of the world to thank the Buddha for saving his life, just a few steps and still in a hurry, impatient, couldn't help but be greatly moved, and recited in unison: "Amitabha." ”

Before the host Master Ci'en became a monk, his common name was Cao Kun, who was an old friend of King Fu and grew up together in the capital. Just because the elders of the family committed an accident later, his family was raided and exterminated, and only he fled to his friend King Fu and saved his life. Later, King Fu was in Luoyang, built a huge temple in Luoyang, and Cao Kun, who came to defect, became a monk and became the host of this Ying'en Temple. Ci'en is a frequent visitor to the palace, and he recognized Zhu Yousong's appearance, so he hurriedly came forward: "The prince has worked hard all the way, and the monks of Ying'en Temple are here to welcome the prince." ”

Zhu Yousong saw that all the monks' faces were full of joy, as if what was in front of them was not a group of monks, but a group of old farmers after the autumn harvest. Zhu Yousong, who didn't expect to be so popular in Ying'en Temple, was a little flattered, and he felt more confident when he thought that he would borrow land to settle refugees for a while. However, it is quite strange that in the TV series, the monks do not support the cauldron in front of the temple gate to relieve the victims in every disaster year, but for some reason, Dongguan Street, which is not far from here, is crowded with refugees, but it is empty.

Ci'en and Zhu Yousong, you see me as a fortune boy, and I see you as free land, each with a ghost in his heart, and he entered the mountain gate in a friendly manner on the surface. Zhu Yousong, who entered the Maitreya Hall and pretended to repay his vows, proposed to take a walk in the temple, but Ci'en did not dare to shirk, so he could only accompany the guest tour guide. The monk who was originally following behind him unexpectedly found that this time the little prince made a vow, but he came empty-handed, and there was no reason to repay his wish empty-handed in the whole world, so he couldn't help but be disappointed and dispersed. In fact, the princess did prepare a lot of money and goods for him before leaving, but they were all used by him for disaster relief halfway.

Zhu Yousong, who walked around in the temple, secretly praised a big temple, this Ying'en Temple sits in the north and faces south, covers an area of 120 acres, and there is a high stage theater building of the mountain style building in front of the mountain gate. On the north-south axis, there are buildings such as the mountain gate, the King Kong hall, the Tianwang hall, the main hall, the longevity hall, and the scripture building. The mountain gate is inlaid with bluestone door, and the three big characters of "Ying'en Temple" are engraved on it; On the west side of the central axis in the mountain gate, erect the two tall creation monuments, the King Kong Hall is three, the Tianwang Palace is three, there are bells and drum towers on both sides of the palace; The main hall is three-winged, offering Shakyamuni Buddha inside, there are three wings of the Garan Hall on the east side of the hall, and there are three wings of the patriarch's hall on the west side; There are five wings of the longevity hall, and there are meditation halls on the east and west sides of the hall; There are five wings in the scripture building, eighteen wings on both sides of the building, and the large canons are stored inside.

I heard Ci'en say that there is a rockery behind the temple. There are also three towers of the ground and fifteen halls, and eighteen towers of the monk's house. Zhu Yousong secretly rejoiced, such a large temple, there is no need to build a house, and it is more than enough to arrange tens of thousands of people in various halls and monks' houses. Zhu Yousong sighed, rubbed his cold hands, and said with a smile: "Master, Xiao Wang has something, I don't know if to talk about it?" ”

From the beginning of Zhu Yousong's entry into the temple, Ci'en felt that the eyes of the prince looking at himself, or the eyes of his own temple, had a feeling of being calculated. Looking at the smiling face of the ruffian, his heart was even more frightened. It's just that this eminent monk has been doing it for a long time, and he still looks like a smiling Maitreya on his face, and he also announced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the son of the world, but it doesn't hurt to say." ”

"No, never!"

After Zhu Yousong said that he wanted to borrow the temple to resettle the refugees, he thought that even if the old monk was unwilling, he would have to give himself some face. Who knows, Ci'en is like a cat with its tail clipped, and its reaction is bigger than she imagined.

"Master, the monks are merciful, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is tens of thousands of lives, all of them are worth the seventy-thousand-level floating slaughter of the TM, what do you tell me that you must not?" Zhu Yousong also became angry, and unconsciously brought the habitual particles of another world when he spoke.

Ci'en was bitter for a while, originally settled, it is not a big deal to survive these few days, although Ying'en Temple is a temple, it is also rich when it is stained with the Fuwang Mansion. Ying'en Temple has money and food, so it will not offend the little prince for this. But in this Ying'en Temple, there is a big secret, which is related to King Fu, and it must not be known. Ying'en Temple only receives Luoyang wealthy families, and there are dozens of warrior monks in the temple, all of whom are fat monks who eat meat and drink wine, but there are civilians who are close and are beaten out. Such a precaution is for fear that someone will peek into this big secret in the temple. It's just that the little prince wants to place tens of thousands of people in, how can there be anything that is not exposed?

"You unscrupulous monks, raised one by one for nothing, but you don't save you when you die, you are really the scum of Buddhism. Xiao Wang, I am in this King Kong Hall today, cleaning the door for the Buddha and his old man. Zhu Yousong saw that the discussion couldn't be done, so he could only come hard, but fortunately, at the request of the princess, he brought hundreds of guards, and he was not afraid that this host would turn the sky upside down.

"Zhao Hong!"

"The subordinates are here."

"You take someone to bring the monks in the temple to the King Kong Hall."

"Yes!"

"Zhang Hao!"

"The little ones are here."

"You go back to the house and inform me that this son has a fate with the Buddha, and he wants to live in this Ying'en Temple for ten days and a half months, so that the princess must not worry."

"Yes."

"Liu Yi!"

"In!"

"You take people to Dongguan Street and bring the refugees to this Ying'en Temple."

"Yes."

"Remember, take care of the elderly and children, no one should be missing!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Yousong thought about it, it is not easy to settle so many people, and it has to start from within the refugees.

"There is a man named Shen Muhong among the people, you can send it to me alone on horseback."

"Yes!"

Ci'en's eyes were dizzy, and she almost fainted. "This little bastard has a plan, and he is ready to let people go to the palace to ask King Fu for help, he has taken all my people to this King Kong Palace, it seems that it is difficult to have a chance." Thinking of the serious consequences of the ugly thing he did for King Fu being discovered, he was so frightened that he stayed in place.

Zhu Yousong did make two preparations on the road, thinking that he would just keep a back hand and not use it. Who knew that this host was so undignified, and he didn't give himself any face, it seems that he loves money like life, and I prefer you to break the bank.

Since Ci'en came to Luoyang with King Fu, he has always relied on the power of the palace to oppress others, and today he tasted being oppressed by the power of the palace, and his heart was even more bitter.

In the King Kong Hall, two King Kong willers glared angrily, Zhu Yousong found a futon to sit on the ground, and several guards held the handle of the knife and stood behind him. All the monks of Ying'en Temple were escorted to the hall one after another, and they didn't know what was going on, only to see the son of the world who was still smiling when he came, sitting on the ground with a strained face, more fierce than the two Vajra wharves in the Vajra Temple. The host's face became even more ugly, and they approached the host one after another and asked in a low voice. After knowing the reason, everyone was frightened, but they relied on the host in the flat field, and they just obeyed orders, and they were silent when it came to the end, standing silently behind the host.

Zhu Yousong looked at the monks in the room, one was whiter than the other, one was fatter, and he was even more angry when he compared it with the refugees he met on the street. These people do not produce and are worshiped by the world all day long, and at this time, they even make some room for a while to shelter the people, but they will not be able to. When I close my eyes and think about the predicament in front of me, it is not easy to settle tens of thousands of people. A gust of cold wind blew in, pouring in from the crack of his neck, freezing Zhu Yousong's spirit, tightening his clothes, and frowning even tighter.