Wang Feng nodded solemnly: "Hong Xiuquan's poems are no longer of high grade, but they are not elegant, but directly state their meaning in the form of limericks, I do my own thing, maverick, not moved by the slander of the world, from this aspect, he is a real man in the poetry world, I am just a limerick poem?" There is quite a bit of the artistic conception that everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober. ※%top※%point※%small※%say,www.

Qianlong catered to the world's preferences and deliberately imitated, but his literary skills were insufficient, so he imitated the four dissimilarities, and became a typical example of quantity and quality, which was shameful for future generations, and Hong Xiuquan was at least superior in terms of character.

I remember that Qianlong once imitated the ancients to make a couplet: looking at the Quartet in front of the Quartet, the Quartet Quartet, and the gentry happened to be present, smiling and bowing to each other: Long live the mountain to worship Long live, long live Long live, long live Long live, Long live Long live, Qianlong heard it, and laughed comfortably! Hahahaha~~"

"Plop, plop~~" Yang Shuijiao and Zhou Xiuying chuckled one after another, and several female soldiers also covered their mouths one after another, Zhou Xiuying blamed: "You are really damaged, I don't believe that Qianlong will be embarrassed to such a disgusting Cheng Dù, how can you say that it is a son of heaven, how can you not be a little self-aware?" ”

"Hehe~~" Wang Feng smiled: "Who in the world dares to claim to be perfect?" But Qianlong dared, only taking his self-proclaimed ten perfect martial arts as an example, the Qing army had crusaded against Burma and was defeated, so he dared to call himself a perfect old man, what self-knowledge could he talk about? ”

Women think about it, even if Confucius is respected as a literary saint, no one praises him for being perfect, how can Qianlong be virtuous? Is it transcendental? I can't help but agree.

At this time, "Sister, sister~~" The little girl's call suddenly came from not far away, so they turned their heads to look back. Seeing Ding Xixian stumbling over, followed by Ding Daquan and Jia Hailan.

Yang Shuijiao squatted down. took Ding Xixian into her arms, and Jia Hailan was full of gratitude when she saw that Wang Feng was obviously not what Ding Daquan said. But she was a little uneasy, you know, this is a guy who waves his hand to kill people while talking and laughing, if she had known that Wang Feng was also there, she would definitely not come, but at this time, she could only greet Shi Li: "Hailan has seen the commander-in-chief." ”

Although Jia Hailan's expression was unnatural, her face was radiant, and there was a faint sense of satisfaction and happiness between her eyebrows. It is obviously the credit of Ding Daquan.

Wang Feng smiled slightly: "Jia Hailan, since you are Ding Daquan's wife, there is no need to be polite, go in, let Daquan give you a pillar of incense, and ask for the safety of a mother and daughter." ”

Yang Shuijiao added with a smile: "I have to go to worship Guanyin." ”

Jia Hailan blushed and looked at Ding Daquan shyly, Ding Daquan smiled and held her hand. Walk inside.

The outer door can be crowded, the pilgrims inside are also sparse, Lingyin Temple forms a five-layer pattern along the central axis: respectively, the Tianwang Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Medicine Master Palace, the Tibetan Scripture Building and the Huayan Palace, and expands to the two wings at the same time. The scale of the building is extremely large, and it deserves to cost 130,000 taels of silver.

First of all, the entrance is the Hall of the Heavenly King, and a Maitreya Buddha is enshrined in the middle of the hall. Chest and abdomen, sit on the futon. With a smile on his face, in front of the hall is a huge copper incense burner. There are a few tall and short incense sticks.

"Alas!" Yang Shuijiao exclaimed: "I forgot to bring a few bunches of incense outside, I have to run again, huh?" I remembered, why didn't there be incense sold at the door? ”

"Huh?" Everyone has also noticed this problem, generally speaking, there are incense shops at the entrance of the temple, but the door of Lingyin Temple is clean, if it is not for Yang Shuijiao's reminder, no one has paid attention to it.

"Amitabha!" Wang Feng was about to let the two female soldiers go out to buy incense, but there was a Buddha call around him, and a young monk Heshi walked over, walking like the wind, and bowed with a smile: "Why bother the female benefactor, our temple has good Buddha incense, please come with the little monk." ”

Yang Shuijiao looked in the direction of the monk's guidance, the monk's house on the edge of the Heavenly King Hall was lined with all kinds of incense, and occasionally pilgrims were led by a monk who was dressed similarly to the young monk, so he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"Donor, please!" The monk's smile widened, and he made a gesture of please.

The place where the incense is sold is a few steps away, looking at the beautifully packaged, the length and thickness of the incense, everyone has a little difficulty, I don't know where to choose.

The monk let Wang Feng and the others look at the incense at will, and at the same time secretly looked at it, the woman's face was delicate, wearing a light silk shirt, at first glance, it was a high-grade silk, although the man was dressed strangely, but he had a lofty temperament, especially among the nearly ten people, there were only two men, what does this mean? It must be the rich boy brother who brought his favorite concubine and maidservant girl over to offer incense.

Suddenly, he counted, first pointed to a bouquet of incense, and introduced: "The donor doesn't know how to choose?" And let the little monk introduce one or two, this bunch is the four seasons of peace incense, burning it can go to the evil and fade the miasma, it is made of high-grade sandalwood, its flavor is fragrant, smell like a spring breeze. ”

This bouquet of incense, about twenty sticks, is one foot long, Zhou Xiuying couldn't help asking, "How much is a bouquet?" ”

"Amitabha!" Monk Heshi said: "The Buddhist door of our temple is pure, not to do business, the donor only needs to donate fifty taels of silver into the merit box, that is, a bouquet from our temple." ”

"Isn't this tantamount to selling incense? Why make a big detour? Zhou Xiuying muttered puzzled.

"The female benefactor's words are wrong!" The monk patiently explained: "Donating to the merit box reflects the benefactor's compassion, and in return, we give different incense according to the size of the merit and pray for the Buddha's protection." ”

Everyone looked at each other, they all felt a little unbelievable, the monk saw that no one squeaked, and introduced to another bunch of incense that was half a foot long and thicker: "This bunch is rich and wealthy incense, made of dipterocarp wood, more noble than sandalwood, burning can ensure that business is prosperous, all industries are prosperous, only need to donate a hundred taels of silver can be given by our temple." ”

As soon as these words fell, Ding Xixian stretched out her hand and pointed to a one-meter-long, burning incense about the thickness of a child's arm, and shouted: "Mother, Xian'er wants this, Xian'er wants it!" ”

For a moment, the monk smiled as if he was about to bloom, and he praised him: "The little donor has good eyesight, and at a glance he fell in love with the treasure of the temple of our temple, which is the king of heaven such as incense, made of good agarwood, burning, can alarm the Buddha, give no blessings, and will surely glorify the ancestors in the future, and be a very human minister!" ”

"Oh? So good? Wang Feng took over and asked, "How much?" No, how many taels of silver do I have to donate? ”

"Amitabha!" The monk solemnly shouted the Buddha's name again: "Ten thousand taels of silver, our temple can also engrave the name of the donor on the merit tablet for the world to admire." ”

Wang Feng said noncommittally: "According to this, merit is measured by money? ”

"No, no!" The monk waved his hand again and again and said: "The donor has misunderstood, in addition to the living needs of the monks, part of the silver donated by our temple is used to help the poor, and part of it is used to repair the temple and cast the golden body of the Buddha, all of which are supreme merits. The little monk dared to ask the benefactor to be cautious, so as not to provoke the wrath of the Buddha! ”

"Oh~~" Wang Feng thought for a while, and said: "Of course, the more merit you make, the better, but the incense you have here is too expensive, and we have limited financial resources, just to come for the incense, this little master, I'm sorry, let's go out and buy it ourselves." ”

"Wait!" The monk hurriedly stopped and said: "There are rules in our temple, and foreign incense is not allowed to enter the temple." ”

Everyone's faces were a little heavy, and Yang Shuijiao was dissatisfied: "Who set the rules?" Why is the incense not allowed in the temple? ”

The monk said of course: "The hearts of the people in the world are not ancient, Shang Jia Li Ling Zhi faint, often with ordinary wood smeared with incense powder to pretend to be Buddha incense, deceive the believers of money, and the believers are difficult to distinguish the authenticity, both deceived by the money, and the second incense to the Buddha, as everyone knows, the fragrance is not pure, the Buddha does not like, it is really a blasphemy of the Buddha, so the temple has set a rule, the incense shall not be brought into the temple privately. ”

Zhou Xiuying sneered: "It's a good saying, isn't it just a forced purchase and forced sale?" The dignified Buddhism actually did this kind of thing? ”

The monk said in no hurry: "Please be cautious to the female benefactor, our temple does not allow foreign incense to enter the temple, just to maintain the purity of Buddhism." ”

"Forget it, forget it!" Yang Shuijiao shook her head and said: "It's all here, just go to the pillar, anyway, I won't come a second time, which incense is the cheapest?" ”

As soon as he heard this, the monk immediately smiled, and pointed to the corner casually: "That! One or two lines of silver and a bunch! ”

This bunch of incense, unlike other incense, is not only not packaged, only bundled with red rope, but also blackened throughout, and the thin toothpick is a comparison, but also only about ten, this kind of broken incense also needs one or two silver, even ten dollars is not worth it, this is clearly slaughtering people.

Zhou Xiuying was about to have a seizure, but Wang Feng had reached out to stop him and gave a female soldier a look, and the female soldier was very angry and took out a tael of silver to buy the incense.

When I walked to the incense burner, Wang Feng, Zhou Xiuying and a few others with good ears clearly heard the monk muttering: "Damn, it turned out to be a few pretending goods, in vain the Buddha wasted a lot of tongues, and also lost a smile, in the end it only cost one or two silver, grass fucking!" ”

The monk who sold incense also said in a strange manner: "That's it, look at their dog-like appearance, and they pretend to buy the king of heaven like incense, at that time, Lao Tzu was excited to be careful with his liver, but in the end he bought the cheapest incense at the bottom of the box, what a fucking bad luck, ahh ”

"It's so unbelievable, I can't imagine that there are such scum in Buddhism, I'm going to teach these bald asses a lesson!" Zhou Xiuying just turned around, and was pulled back by Wang Feng, and said lightly: "Don't worry, put the incense on first." ”

Yang Shuijiao couldn't help complaining: "I said, why is there no incense at the door, it turned out that all these monks were driven away, no wonder the Lingyin Temple of Nuoda was cold and quiet, came in and was slaughtered, who came for the second time?" Wang Feng, you can't forget it, Lingyin Temple has to be renovated! ”

To tell the truth, Wang Feng was also a little surprised, under the market economy, the Buddhism of modern society is a qiē to look at the money, the holy land of Buddhism is soaked in copper smell, but he never expected that more than a hundred years ago in the Qing Dynasty, the hall Lingyin Temple is also like this, originally he only thought that the monasteries in northern Jiangsu were making a lot of money, but now it seems that it is obviously a common phenomenon, and Buddhism is also rotten! (To be continued......)

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