Wen Hu may not really believe in Buddhism, but just want to consolidate his popularity through Buddhism. www.biquge.info As a powerful minister, it is normal for Wen Hu to sell part of the country's interests in exchange for the support of a religion that the whole country believes, and he has such calculations and capabilities.

But he actually gave away the lifeblood of the whole country, the population and the land without restraint, which is a typical lure of wolves.

Wen Yong had no interest in this magnificent temple, so he took Wen Xin and Fu'an to find a side door and planned to go straight out.

Just in front of the door, a group of monks gathered around and shouted, and Wen Yong stopped and watched.

From their conversation, Chinese Yong heard that there was a foreign monk who placed an order here, and for some reason there was a conflict, and the two parties argued.

Of course, this monk was weak and weak, and he was quickly driven out.

"Let's go, let's see."

Wen Yong also took the two out of the temple gate and came to the monk who was kicked out of the temple gate.

The monk's appearance is good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, revealing a bit of elegance and handsomeness under the wide monk's robe.

Wen Xin secretly said behind Wen Yong's ear: "Childe, he has a wound on his head, which should have been caused by a sharp weapon not long ago." ”

Wen Yong also noticed this, and soon had a calculation in his heart that this guy should be a fake monk who shaved himself not long ago. He was quite curious about this person, so he stepped forward and said, "This master is polite. ”

At first, the monk was a little resentful that he was driven out of Wuling Temple, but when he saw that the person in front of him was dressed luxuriously, his heart sank, he changed his face, put his hands together and saluted: "The master doesn't dare, the poor monk Yuanping is polite." ”

Wen Yong saw that his face changed faster than turning a book, and he smiled secretly in his heart, and his face remained unchanged and asked, "Dare to ask why the master was driven out by the monks of this Wuling Temple?" ”

Yuan Ping took out a lotus flower that had been tortured from his pocket and said: "The poor monk wants to exchange this Buddha lotus for the golden Buddha in the main hall, but the abbot was angry and sent someone to drive me out." ”

Fu'an sneered: "You monk is crazy, take a broken lotus for someone else's golden Buddha, no wonder you were kicked out." ”

Yuan Ping did not look angry or ashamed, and said quite calmly: "The Buddha said: All beings are equal. How can the White Lotus Golden Buddha be noble and low? Besides, the gold dead thing is just the ugly skin left by the Buddha in the temple, and I use the white lotus to clean the Dharma body in exchange for the dead things in the temple is to promote the original meaning of my Buddhism, but unfortunately this abbot can't see the world's thoughts. ”

Speaking of which, there is a sense of regret for the abbot of Wuling Temple on the Yuan plane.

Wen Yong smiled secretly in his heart, and said quietly: "This master Buddhism is exquisite, would you like to walk with us so that we can ask for advice?" ”

Yuan Ping called the Buddha and said: "It is commendable that the donor has a good heart, and it is incumbent on the poor monks to carry forward the Dharma." ”

"Childe, this ......"

Fu'an really doesn't understand, although His Majesty is moody on weekdays, he is still shrewd, but how can he be fooled by this obvious liar today.

Wen Yong frowned and rebuked Fu'an: "Why don't you go and call the carriage quickly!" ”

"Yes, Childe."

Fu'an didn't dare to disobey, so he obediently went and called the carriage over.

Wen Yong gestured sideways, "Master, please." ”

Yuan Ping was unceremonious and got into the carriage first.

The corners of Wen Yong's mouth rose, and he whispered to Fu'an: "Go to the biggest Qinglou." ”

Fu'an, who was left with a shocked face, immediately followed and got into the carriage.

Running to the Qinglou with a monk, the emperor was out of line to such an extent, I believe that the expression on Wen Hu's face when he heard the news must have been very interesting.

Leaning in front of the car window, Wen Yong was alone.

Yuan Ping also looked like a monk, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

After a wordless journey, the carriage returned to Chang'an City, and gradually there were more voices of warblers and swallows in his ears.

"Childe, it's here."

Fu'an's voice came from outside the curtain.

As soon as he got off the frame, Wen Yong smelled a strong smell of fat powder, and the whole street was full of people, and the beautiful women dressed in flowers on the upstairs on both sides waved the silk scarves in their hands to greet the passers-by.

Wen Xin asked, "Childe, where are we going?" ”

Wen Yong glanced around, pointed to the Chunyue Building, the largest in the courtyard, and said, "That's it." ”

"Yo, little boy, our girl here is the best, you are satisfied."

As soon as she saw the richly dressed Wen Yong and his party coming, the girl who greeted the guests at the door smiled from ear to ear and hurriedly greeted her.

But seeing the conspicuous bald head in the crowd, the girl's face turned a few points colder, and she shook the fan in her hand and said, "This son, we don't accept monks here." ”

Wen Yong glanced at Fu'an, who immediately understood, took out a piece of silver and threw it to the girl.

As soon as she saw the silver ingots with white flowers, the girl immediately changed her attitude, covered the corners of her mouth and smiled: "This son is so bold, the girls come to pick up the distinguished guests!" ”

The colorful woman like a flower and butterfly walked out of the inner courtyard and greeted Wen Yong and the others.

Wen Xin and Yuan Ping were still comfortable dealing with these women, but Fu'an jumped away as if he had seen a ghost and drove away: "Don't touch me." ”

"Childe."

Just as Wen Yong was snickering, a woman who was quite cute snuggled up to Wen Yong's body.

For some reason, Wen Yong's mind appeared with a look of pity and disgust, his brows furrowed slightly, he pulled out the arm that was hugged by her, and then covered it up: "Go and greet Master Yuanping, the benefits are indispensable to you!" ”

When the woman heard this, she abandoned Wen Yong and faced the monk Yuanping.

Looking at Yuan Ping, who was besieged by women, Wen Yong smiled and instructed the old bustard who came to greet him: "Prepare a private room and serve a table of good dishes." ”

"Childe upstairs, please!"

The old bustard smiled and led the way in front.

Soon Wen Yong and his party left the noisy first floor and came to the relatively clean second floor.

The old bustard led Wen Yong and the others to a small single room surrounded by calligraphy and painting screens to sit down.

"Childe, wait a minute, the wine and food will come up soon."

The location is not bad, by the window and with a panoramic view of the first floor.

The wine and food were quickly served, Wen Yong pointed to the chicken, duck and fish on the table and said, "Master, take a look, are these still to taste?" ”

Under Wen Yong's playful gaze, Yuan Ping indifferently raised his chopsticks, took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Wen Yong smiled and said, "The master is not afraid of wine and meat? ”

Yuan Ping took a sip of wine under the service of the women and said: "King Ming is merciful, but also angry, the donor only sees the poor monk eating meat and drinking wine to break the vows, can you see the poor monk with his mouth and stomach to transform the compassion of all beings." ”

Wen Yong raised his glass and smiled: "The master's profound Buddhism really makes me admire, I will give the master another cup." ”

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Drinking, eating meat, visiting the Qinglou, after a day of fun, Wen Yong and Yuan Ping made an appointment to ask for Buddhism in person next time, and left 50 taels of silver before returning to the palace.

"Why is Your Majesty so kind to this fake monk?"

Wen Xin had some guesses about Wen Yong's actions, but he couldn't be sure, so he asked questions.

"It's also a kind of ability to be thick-skinned enough to tell a lie to such an extent."

Wen Yong smiled mysteriously, and secretly thought in his heart that if Wen Hu was suspicious of his disguise one day, it would be interesting to arrest Yuan Ping for interrogation.