Zhiyuan is over sixty years old, but he doesn't look old at all, with a wide forehead, long eyebrows and thin eyes, but the most conspicuous thing is undoubtedly his surprisingly large ears, which are estimated to be bigger than Liu Bei's ears. Song Huizong saw Zhiyuan's ears, and immediately decided that Zhiyuan was the reincarnation of Sakyamuni, and appointed Zhiyuan to be the protector of the Great Song Dynasty. Although this Zen master only sat in the temple behind closed doors when the Jin soldiers entered the Kou, he could neither protect the country nor the king. But both Zong Ze and Du Chong maintained enough respect for this Zen master.

Yue Fei didn't understand why Zong Ze didn't investigate Zhiyuan, who was suspected of collaborating with the enemy, but now that he saw Zhiyuan, he realized that this great monk who could even fool Song Huizong really had two hits.

Zhiyuan's tone was as harmonious as a spring breeze, his body movements were as harmonious as the clouds in the sky, and the whole person appeared under the candlelight, like a Buddha in the world, so that Yue Fei couldn't help but secretly praise, what a Buddhist monk. Yue Fei concluded that Zhiyuan was not only proficient in Buddhism, but also in psychology, physical science, and the most profound hypnotism.

Yue Fei looked at the people who came with him, and saw that Su Mai had been calmed by Zhiyuan's demeanor, with a look of admiration. As for Zhang Xian, who wanted to plow the Great Xiangguo Temple and sweep the caves, the murderous aura on his face disappeared. Only Li Bashao's eyes are still a little clear. The main reason is that Li Bashao has been wandering in the rivers and seas for half of his life, has seen a lot of things, and is very immune to the image of Zhiyuan.

Yue Fei took a step forward, clenched his fists and said, "Abbot Zhiyuan, Yue Mou is here, presumably the empty monk has already told you." ”

Zhiyuan's face was full of compassion, he looked Yue Fei up and down for a while, and suddenly folded his hands together and shook them deeply. "The old monk has seen the Buddha sit down on the King of the Golden Wings of the Great Peng."

Yue Fei was stunned for a moment. "Where did Abbot Zhiyuan come from?"

Zhiyuan twisted the Buddha beads with his fingers, quickly pinched his hand, and said with a mysterious face, "The old monk opened the eyes of heaven just now, and only then did he see that Yue Shuai was originally the golden-winged king of Dapeng where the Buddha sits, and he came to the mortal world to save the suffering. The golden soldiers are coming, the people are suffering, the land of Shenzhou is sinking, the sky is falling apart, Yue Shuai is clothed, starting from the Tianfu, with the momentum of thunder, breaking the Liukou, the people, breaking the gold soldiers, saving the people, dying in distress, saving the people, all kinds of actions can be described as incredible, it is the reason why the vast number of Buddha protects Yue Shuai. ”

Yue Fei laughed. He already understood what Zhiyuan was playing. To put it bluntly, it's just one word, hold. It's not to be high, but to the mystery, to the fate. Buddhism is best at playing with cause and effect. It seems that Zhiyuan must have heard the story made up by Mr. Ying Tianfu's storyteller. But the same story came out of Zhiyuan's mouth, and the effect was completely different. Even Yue Fei thought in an instant that he was really the reincarnation of the Dapeng Golden-winged Ming King where the Buddha was sitting.

After Zhiyuan said this, he looked at Yue Fei's eyes quietly. Although Zhiyuan lives in the temple, he is not ignorant of the situation in the Central Plains. For Yue Fei, a figure who stirred up the situation in the world, he inquired about it carefully. He knew that Yue Fei was born in a peasant family, and although he was not an illiterate martial artist, he was by no means proficient in poetry and books. Although Yue Fei's Man Jianghong has been spread all over the world, Zhiyuan still thinks that Yue Fei is only proficient in the art of war and does not know much about other aspects. The more such a person is, the easier it is to be fooled by various hermit sages.

Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains from the time of the Wuhu Rebellion, although it was through the butcher's knife of the Karma people, but after nearly a thousand years of development, various theoretical allusions of Buddhism have also become famous all over the world. The King of the Golden Wings of the Great Roc is the Buddha Protector that many people are familiar with. Zhiyuan compared Yue Fei to the King of the Great Roc Golden Wing, and thought that he was in favor of Yue Fei. Zhiyuan always believed that the stories of Yue Fei circulating in the Central Plains were deliberately spread by Yue Fei at the instruction of storytellers, just to find a mysterious origin for the emperor's future career.

But Zhiyuan's heart soon became apprehensive. He saw that Yue Fei's eyes were not only not confused, but became brighter and brighter. Could it be that this Yue Fei doesn't like the origin of the Dapeng Golden-winged Ming King? What to do? Say he's the reincarnation of Nyolai? Zhiyuan didn't know that Yue Fei had accepted Yue Xiaofei's memory. And Yue Xiaofei is an overseas Chinese, who has received a scientific education in the West, and has long been immune to things like religious mysteries.

"I kind of understand, and we fought with the Protector Army to fight for life and death, and it turned out that it was all thanks to the blessing of you monks." Zhang Xian woke up from his daze at this time, with a trace of murderous aura in his eyes, staring at Zhiyuan and saying coldly. "Since you monks are so powerful, why didn't you keep the two emperors?"

Zhiyuan didn't know where the business trip was cuò though. However, his expression remained unchanged, and he just recited a Buddha name. "Vice Marshal Zhang doesn't know that the Second Emperor of Huiqin should have such a catastrophe. The poor monk had persuaded Huizong countless times to abolish Huashigang and the Western Regions Kutiansuo, but Huizong was fascinated by the three demons of Guo Jing and Lin Lingsu and Wang Laozhi, and insisted on not listening. Alas, although the Buddha Gate is large, it does not save people who have no fate. The second emperor has no chance with my Buddhism, so naturally it is difficult to escape. ”

Zhang Xian saw that Zhiyuan was still talking, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at Yue Fei. As long as Yue Fei gave him a look, Zhang Xian would definitely pick out the three gorgeously dressed old monks with one shot.

Yue Fei didn't plan to kill Zhiyuan. From ancient times to the present, monks all over the world are the same. They recited the Dharma of Compassion, watched the changing scenery, and sat in the meditation room to figure out the emperor's thoughts. The so-called putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot is the brainwashing slogan that the monks tailor-made for those murderous emperors.

Li Bashao suddenly sneered, "Abbot Zhiyuan, Li Mou has also traveled all over the world, seeing that there are cross-sectarians in Europa, and the priests are powerful and foolish, and all kinds of evil deeds are innumerable. However, Li believes that the Crucifixion religion also has merit, that is, they will give relief to the victims in the famine year and set up a hospital to treat the sick. Although their infirmary is only equipped with holy water for healing. But his actions, Li thought so. Daxiangguo Temple has been worshiped by the dynasty for more than 100 years, such as today's boiling, homeless people like ants, it is the time for the temple Taoist temple to show compassion. Wouldn't it be good for Abbot Zhiyuan to open the door of convenience, provide disaster relief and medical treatment, and make some merits? ”

Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "What Old Master Li said is very true. My Great Xiangguo Temple has long been open to the victims. Now the Houzen Monastery has at least tens of thousands of displaced people, and food and accommodation are provided by the temple. It's just that the food in Daxiangguo Temple is limited, and it can only relieve so many people. ”

Li Bashao nodded, "It is better to have a weak heart than to be strong and unintentional." If Daxiangguo Temple can help the displaced people before the Protector Army enters Bianliang, the merit will be even higher. ”

When the three monks of Zhiyuan, Zhiyun and Zhilei heard this, their faces were a little hot. The reason why Daxiangguo Temple gave relief to the displaced people was just to give a good impression to the resident protectors, and at the same time to clear up the relationship with the Hu people.

Zhang Xian saw that Yue Fei was still silent, and immediately said in a cold voice again, "Zhang once said that there are no Hu people and one Hu sect in the Central Plains. Buddhism comes from the Tianzhu Kingdom, which should be regarded as Hujiao. ”

Beads of sweat finally appeared on Zhiyuan's square face. This Zhang Xian seems to have made a move. He decided not to talk to Zhang Xian anymore and turned his face to Su Mai. "This must be Su Xian's eldest son, Su Maisu, the eldest son. When Su Xian was in Bianliang, he repeatedly came to Daxiangguo Temple to talk about Buddhism with the abbot. At that time, the poor monk was only a prefect. The poor monk saw at that time that Su Xian was the reincarnation of a heavenly immortal. ”

Zhiyuan: This is saving the temple in the curve. He knew that Su Dongpo had intersected with many Buddhist monks, and had also written some Zen poems, so he definitely had no ill feelings towards Buddhism. In this case, Su Mai certainly did not hate Buddhism. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to Daxiangguo Temple this afternoon. Just came and went in a hurry, and when he came out of the meditation room, Su Mai left the Daxiangguo Temple.

Zhiyuan's words touched Su Mai. Su Mai was originally an emotional person. Seeing the beads of sweat on Zhiyuan's face, although he knew that this monk was not so holy as he looked, Su Mai still felt that this monk was very pitiful.

Yue Fei said secretly, the monk is really cunning, and it seems that he has also put a lot of effort into my people's protector army. In that case, I can't wait for Su Mai to speak. Yue Fei finally spoke again. "Abbot Zhiyuan, Yue doesn't understand Buddhism and doesn't understand Buddhist scriptures. I'm also not interested in being this Dapeng Golden-winged Ming King. I didn't come to Daxiangguo Temple to pay homage to the Buddha. ”

Zhiyuan didn't wipe the sweat on his face without dripping it, but just clasped his hands together and said, "Although Yue Shuai doesn't understand Buddhism, he has the heart of the Buddha to be compassionate to the world." Yue Shuai loves the people like a son, loves the soldiers like a son, and no one in the world knows. Seeing that Yue Fei's face sank again, Zhiyuan finally reluctantly said, "Whether Yue Shuai admits it or not, the poor monk believes that Yue Shuai is the King of Dapeng Golden-winged Ming." Buddhism is pure and does not accumulate personal wealth. The offerings received by Daxiangguo Temple over the years, including the most recent one, are actually prepared for the King of Dapeng Golden-winged Ming. ”

"A recent offering?" Yue Fei asked, "Is it Wang Diao'er's offering?" ”

Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, "Yue Shuai's eyes are like torches, why bother asking?" Although Wang Diaoer has the heart of Buddha, his heart is cruel and poisonous, and he is not a Buddha who is punished by Deputy Marshal Zhang, which is a fast thing in the world. Yue Shuai, Su Gongzi, Li Lao donor, please follow the poor monk to the meditation room. The poor monk prepared a little thin tea, and I hope not to dislike it. Zhiyun, you lead Vice Marshal Zhang to the underground palace and ask Vice Marshal Zhang to take stock of the offerings over the years. ”

Yue Fei saw that Zhiyuan was interested, and he didn't think much of it. After all, Zhiyuan is also a high-ranking monk in the world. There are many disciples of Buddhism, and if you insist on killing Zhiyuan, it will only make the Protector Army lose the support of Buddhism. Therefore, Yue Fei and the three of them immediately followed Zhiyuan Zhilei and walked slowly towards the meditation room.

Zhiyun was so distressed that his mouth twitched. He was the overseer of the monastery and was in charge of the money. Take a trip to the underground palace every day and look at the gold and silver jewelry all over the ground, and Zhiyun will feel the joy of listening to Sanskrit. But if Zhang Xian arrives at the underground palace, it is estimated that the underground palace will be cleaned spotlessly. But Zhiyun didn't dare to have any objections.

He had already seen that if the Great Xiangguo Temple did not give money, tonight would be a bloody night. Zhang Xian will never show mercy to Daxiangguo Temple. The abbot is right, as long as the temple is kept and the status of the Great Xiangguo Temple is maintained, the wealth will still roll in in the future.

Yue Fei and the three of them sat in the meditation room, and when they were sipping high-quality tea, Zhang Xian lost his mind in the underground palace. Not only did Zhang Xian lose his mind, but the five hundred elite protectors who accompanied Zhang Xian into the underground palace also opened their mouths stupidly. Because they saw that in the center of the empty underground palace there were three hills, one was a hill of gold, one was a hill of silver, and the other was a hill of jewels and jade. Under the bright candlelight, the gold and silver jewels sparkle, and the underground palace is full of light, just like the legendary Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.

Zhang Xian coughed dryly, and finally said a word. "Elder Zhiyun, your Great Xiangguo Temple is really rich and rivals the country."

Zhiyun squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and said with his hands folded, "Vice Marshal Zhang said with a smile. This is all the military funds specially prepared for the King of Dapeng Golden-winged Ming by opening the eyes of heaven by the senior monks of the past dynasties. ”