White Horse Peak is adjacent to Longhu Mountain in the east, connected with Zixi in the south, surrounded by White Horse Lake in the northwest, the White Horse Temple on the top of the mountain, the Liuyun Temple at the foot of the mountain, are all too. An ancient temple built in the early years of the ancestors. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The architectural layout of Liuyun Temple is divided into two parts before and after, the first half is sparse and open, the second half is symmetrical and dense, the three main halls are connected into a line, and the left and right partial halls are majestic and solemn.

At the end of the year, the wealthy stewards who offered sea lanterns and the ragged beggars who begged for food and clothing also poured into the Buddhist temple. The Dharma incense is lingering, and the Dharma drum is more exquisite. Three little monks wear the same clothes, stand in two rows, one person with a sheepskin drum, when the incense is burned, they will hit the drum from the drum heart outward, and then hit the drum heart by the drum, all the way to the click, from time to time to knock on the drum bang.

Sometimes it plays a fricative, sometimes it plays a flower sound, and a cold sound...... Sometimes it is as fast as a rainstorm, and it stops suddenly, and suddenly hammers the drum and fingers together, and the drum skin trembles and sounds, like ten thousand horses galloping, quicksand and rolling stones. Then the big monk said "get up-", and the following twelve little monks responded with "respect--", and then the crowd around them knelt down to worship the Buddha.

The entire implementation process of feudal superstitious activities reminded Fang Zhongyong of the joining ceremony of the Young Pioneers in his previous life.

What's more, next, there is a group of monks who are not monks, and monks who are not vulgar, pick up the Dafa number of Lamaism, whine and roar, and then, in the solemn and noisy atmosphere, the rich heads of the families stepped forward separately to offer incense money to their masters, and scattered the prepared change to a large number of people who came to give alms.

Wang Anshi, Chai Lin and others, such situations have long been commonplace, and they don't think they are different, but Fang Zhongyong's heart has mixed feelings. In my previous life, I saw the work of a famous overseas sinologist, "Calling the Soul", in which the Chinese people worship the Buddha but do not understand Buddhism, worship when they see the Buddha, kneel down and burn incense when they see the Bodhisattva, and depict the situation of blessing in order to be quite vulgar.

But at this time, Fang Zhongyong completely lost the sense of superiority that he carried with the future generations.

For the common people, asking for a blessing, blessing the wind and rain, and blessing the peace and security of the family, this is really a normal thing. No one expects the old man to really have the kung fu to take care of himself and achieve everything. No one would even delve into the academic reliability of these superstitious places such as Buddhist temples and Taoist temples that occupy a large amount of land, do not have to pay taxes and silver, and enjoy various folk worship at the same time. What the common people want is to live a simple and peaceful life.

Pointing fingers at the ignorance of the people, in fact, it is just because he is high up and does not understand any suffering, let him pass through the troubled times and try it, every food and everything is hard.

was thinking about it, but he heard Wang Anshi next to him suddenly speak: "Is the year really so bad?" Why is this year's Hanako team looking a lot stronger. ”

Chai Lin waved his hand, patted Wang Anshi's shoulder and said: "Human nature is lazy, it doesn't produce and takes it for nothing, and there are hands and feet and robbing houses, there are more such people, what's so strange." ”

Before the words were finished, Wang Ziyue's eyes had already looked at him sharply, and there was a kind of moral accusation of being unkind to the rich that had been cultivated by the scholar's family.

Seeing this, Chai Lin couldn't help but have a mocking smile on his lips, so he took a breath and simply shut up.

"That's not true. What Chai Gongzi said is true, there are many people who speculate, do not produce, and take advantage of the opportunity to make profits, but if you say that the people's lives are poor, it is not a lie. Our Great Song Dynasty was originally poor and poor, rich and rich, and in recent years, there have been more and more people raising soldiers and officers.

The young masters of the generals are eating empty salaries, the forbidden army is rubbing against the military exploits of the Western Army, and the additional military expenses every year are still spread on the peasants, and the people have suffered since ancient times. Fang Zhongyong originally wanted to say a word to relieve Chai Lin, but he didn't know that it was such a big truth, which surprised him a little.

"Is there a way to benefit both the government and the people? For example, when the harvest is poor, the official grain is lent to the villagers, and then after the harvest, the villagers are asked to pay it back and add some compensation? Wang Anshi seemed to answer Fang Zhongyong, and seemed to mutter:

"It is only right to give people a chance to help themselves and to be self-reliant, rather than to give them lazy money."

Fang Zhongyong was immediately startled, you must know that Wang Anshi was only thirteen or fourteen years old at this time, and there were still six years before Comrade Wang became an official, and it was even more years before the start of his new policy.

I have already begun to conceive of the method called the "Qinghe Law" back then, which is similar to the "low-interest agricultural loan" in later generations, so it seems that he is really a genius prodigy with economic minds.

Chai Lin next to him was thoughtful, but glanced at Wang Ziyue. Wang Ziyue's two innocent eyes of jealousy and hatred looked over, and Chai Lin swallowed the words on his lips.

Fang Zhongyong saw this scene clearly, "Gentle Township is a hero's mound, and when you meet a woman you like, you will be cowardly, Chai Lin, this kid, also has a time when he is lowered-haha-"

It was the turn of a few people to enter the incense.

The beard and hair are all white, the fairy wind is bone, the face is full of red light, and the old monk who is well-maintained is like a bell, and the sound is like a bell, and the little monks should be "respected" together.

Several people took the three Buddha incense sticks one by one and knelt down according to the rules.

The great monk had a clean face, and after everyone knelt down and worshipped, he stepped forward, "Amitabha-, good, good." Wang Xiaoxianggong, please here-"

"Please—" Wang Anren led a group of brothers and followed the master's footsteps to a merit box.

Wang Anren took out a few copper coins and was about to put them in the merit box, but he saw the eyes of the great monk staring straight at him, his face was not good, and he had a disdainful face.

After thinking about it, he was coerced by the big monk's face again, and he didn't dig it, and he didn't pay it. Finally, Fang slowly put his hand into his sleeve, opened a purse, and pulled out an official handicap from it.

Seeing this, the great monk's complexion immediately changed, and a gentle and smiling expression appeared on his face again.

Fang Zhongyong looked at this guy's face, didn't do anything, pretended to be ignorant and curious, and directly took out the paper from Wang Anren's hand, turned it over and looked at it, and tried to guide the enlightenment of the way to make money from official friends.

"Brother Wang, I've already used this fresh thing - Chai Lin, look at it," as he spoke, Fang Zhongyong handed the official Jiaozi to Chai Lin:

"Didn't you think the shopkeeper had collected the iron money that day, and it was inconvenient? This thing is a good medicine to reduce iron money, but it's a pity, in our small place of Jinxi, there is no official approval of Qian Zhuangzi to do this thing. ”

Chai Lin took the handover, immediately understood, and said with a light in his eyes: "I heard my father talk about it, I have this plan, but now the bandits are rampant, the little bit of family kung fu in the family, it is okay to take care of the family and the nursing home, and if you want to do Qianzhuang, you are always afraid that you will not be able to suppress the formation, if you really want to make a fortune on this road, I am afraid that you have to have some military positions first." ”

Fang Zhongyong winked at him, and said with a smile: "This dynasty has opened a martial arts, I heard that if you pass the literary test, make a little bit of a door joint, stuff some silver, and finally get a martial arts, mixed with a martial arts, it will not be so difficult at most - but someone is a person who doesn't even want to read a word, then the literary test, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass it." ”

"Hahahahaha-" Wang Anshi's sudden burst of laughter attracted everyone's attention.

"What's wrong?" Wang Anshi turned his head and looked at his younger brother with concern, half puzzled, but asked as usual.

"I, I'm tickling my flesh—" Wang Anshi said half-truthfully, with a serious face.

"Hahahahaha

A moment later, the pilgrims in the entire Hall of Merit laughed in a mess.

The old monk's lungs were about to explode, and he couldn't help but reprimand loudly: "The Buddha hall is heavy, how can you be a place where you are making noise and presumptuous?" Zhikong, Zhizhi, you two take your respective disciples and blast these people out for me! ”

Two young and vigorous robed monks with tendons and flesh immediately rushed out and completely surrounded Fang Zhongyong's side and the others.