Chapter 9, the monks of Jinchan Temple
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said unhappily
"What, what's wrong with the princess marrying you and wronging you?"
Wang Lang shook his head and said
"No grievances, no grievances. It's just that the little nephew wants to fall in love freely. And the little nephew is just a martial artist, he doesn't understand politics, and he doesn't want to get involved in politics. I just want my wife and children to heat the kang head. Politics is too dangerous, and you may be killed at any point. β
The middle-aged man shook his head and said
"Look at your little bit of interest."
Wang Lang looked at the middle-aged man but said
"Uncle. What does this have to do with whether or not there is a profit? The ideal of the people is to have enough to eat, and the ideal of the officials is to govern one side well, get the appreciation of the superiors, and go to the city. Your Majesty's ambition is to expand the territory and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. The ideal of our generals is to stain the battlefield with blood, and there will be no return in a hundred battles. β
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lang and sighed
"Yes, everyone's ideals are different. I can't ask for it. β
Wang Lang said
"That's right~ each performs his duties and seeks his own government in his position."
The middle-aged man listened to Wang Lang's words, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile
"Well said, in his position, in his government."
By the time Wang Lang was taken back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Naturally, nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Zhao Xiang came to Wang Lang's house again. I have to take Wang Lang to the temple fair, and the beautiful name is "to exchange emotions and deepen feelings." β
"I said, Brother Xiang, this street is full of people, what day is today."
Wang Lang looked at the dense human heads in front of him suspiciously, Zhao Xiang rolled his eyes and said to Wang Lang
"Brother Wei Fang, you don't even know this? Today is the 800th anniversary of the founding of Jinchan Temple. It has always been the peak of incense. Mutual restraint continues. There have been four eminent monks in Jinchan Temple. Moreover, Jinchan Temple was crowned as a national temple 20 years ago. β
Wang Lang nodded and said in his heart
"Sure enough, when is religion the first choice to control the people."
Wang Lang and the others walked along the crowd towards the mountain. There are various stalls on both sides of the mountain road, there are jugglers, food sellers, handicrafts sellers, as long as you can think of it. The two of them had just arrived at the foot of the Golden Cicada Mountain and called to see the splendid Daxiong Hall on the mountainside. Wang Lang made a preliminary observation that the area of this Jinchan Temple was at least the size of two football fields. And that's not even counting the uphill part. Just when Wang Lang wanted to observe further, there was a commotion in the crowd in front of him. A lot of people were around and pointing. Wang Lang squeezed over with his physical advantage and hurriedly followed closely. When I entered, I saw an old woman with gray hair holding a monk with a thief's head and pleading bitterly, but the monk's face was full of disdain and impatience. Wang Lang pulled an uncle next to him and asked
"Uncle, what's going on?"
The uncle sighed and said
"That Granny Jiang's grandson was sick and came to the temple fair to get medicine, but this monk stole Granny Jiang's life-saving money. The combination of stolen goods and seizures is not yet recognized. Hey~"
Wang Lang said curiously
"So many people have seen it, why don't you arrest him and report to the official?"
The uncle said
"That monk is a monk of Jinchan Temple, who dares to take him to report to the official. What if you say it? It's not that they will be released after a few days, and the person who reports to the official will be retaliated against by the Jinchan Temple. Over time, no one reported to the police anymore. β
Wang Lang glanced at Zhao Xiang strangely, Zhao Xiang blushed and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. Wang Lang asked again
"How dare the monks of this Golden Zen Temple do this? And to take revenge on others? β
The uncle said disdainfully
"It's not like the royal family has sealed a national temple."
At this moment, I heard a sharp voice say angrily
"Old lady, let go quickly, otherwise don't blame the young master for being you're welcome. I'm telling you, I'm from Jinzen Temple. If you don't let go, you're doing it at your own risk. β
As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture to fight down. If you really hit it this time, don't beat the old lady to the ground. The monk looked at Granny Jiang and still dragged him and didn't let go, and the strength in his hand was added again, and he swung it at Granny Jiang, but when he was halfway there, he felt a huge force grabbing his wrist.
The monk saw a burly young man seven feet tall holding his hand and his eyes wide with rage. It's like the angry King Kong in the Buddha hall. The monk was also taken aback. Then I felt that I had lost face. Said angrily
"Boy, let go. Do you know who I am? It's okay to say that you let go today. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat and walk around. β
This person is none other than Wang Lang. Wang Lang was happy when he heard it, and said in his heart
"This is a clichΓ© that has been handed down from ancient times."
Wang Lang looked at the monk and said lightly
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are. All I know is that I'm going to take you to the magistrate right now. β
As he spoke, he lifted the monk up as if he were carrying a chicken. Walk towards the government's office. Zhao Xiang walked behind Wang Lang with his head down, and the people around him also followed behind to see how the government would judge.
When he came to the yamen, Zhao Xiang consciously went to beat the drum. In less than half a cup of tea, Fu Yin was promoted. Fu Yin's name is Zhang Ziqian, and he is also a capable official, otherwise he would not have been promoted to Jinwu City. After entering the palace, Wang Lang threw the monk to the ground and stood below with Zhao Xiang. Zhang Ziqian knew what was going on at a glance. But the procedure still has to go.
So he asked
"Who's in the hall?"
Wang Lang said with a fist
"My lord, this monk steals money. Caught red-handed. What do you think should be judged? β
The monk got up and said with a proud face
"The poor monk is a monk of Jinchan Temple, the Dharma name, no anger. My lord, they are framing good people, you have to think about it. β
Zhang Ziqian frowned. Heartway
"Isn't that a threat to yourself?"
Generally, according to past experience, it is enough to be arrested and locked up for a few days. After all, he is a monk of Jinchanji Temple. But at the moment, the clothes of these two are not ordinary people. Zhang Ziqian still has this eyesight. Just when Zhang Ziqian hesitated, an official hurriedly ran in and said a few words in Zhang Ziqian's ear. Zhang Ziqian was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a commotion at the entrance of the mansion. I saw a middle-aged monk wearing a dark golden robe, with more than 20 monks and soldiers behind him, and directly broke into the mansion. The middle-aged monk glanced at Wang Lang with an angry face, then looked at Zhang Ziqian and said
"Zhang Ziqian, still don't let go?"
Zhang Ziqian sat in the hall and frowned. I hated it so much that my teeth itched. This obviously didn't take him Zhang Ziqian seriously. Looking at Wang Lang and the others in the hall, they stood there calmly, gritting their teeth and betting on these two young men. He patted the wood and said
"The monks of Jinchan Temple have no anger and steal other people's money, and the evidence is conclusive. Hold it down. Waiting for the drop. β
The middle-aged monk saw that his arrival had no effect at all, and said angrily
"Zhang Ziqian, you dare."
Zhang Ziqian said with annoyance in his heart
"Master Zhifa roared in court, despised the government office, and trespassed on the government office. Push it down too. Wait for the official to be clear and sage, and then deal with it. Retirement. β