Chapter Ninety-Three: The Sea of Suffering

The wrong monk asked, "Where do you know?" ”

This sentence is equivalent to acquiescence, and Lian Huilu explained: "In the Shengshang dormitory, there is a portrait of you, which is vividly painted, and your skills are so good, so I guess you are Xie Xiangcun." ”

The wrong monk looked at Lian's return path and asked, "Then my lord, are you really surnamed Lian?" I don't know who it is? ”

Lian Huilu said: "My natural surname is Lian, and I am the only son in the family, my name is Lian Huilu, my father is from Shaoxing, but he is dead." ”

The wrong monk shook his head and sighed.

Lian Huilu smiled flatteringly and said, "Lord Xie, how majestic you were in your previous days, how did you fall to this point now?" How hard is this monk who is a monk? If you can't even eat meat, even if you have broken the vows by drinking wine, you are better off living like this, it is better to live than to die, it is better for us to do a business, and after this business is completed, we will all be out of the sea of suffering. ”

The wrong monk asked, "What business?" ”

Lian Hui Lu said: "I have disaster relief food in my hand, and you also have it in the temple, you don't need to come forward, as long as you don't stop it, let me sell it at a good price in the name of the government." After the deed is completed, I will give you 20,000 taels of silver, and with these silver taels, you can leave this ruined temple and live a comfortable life. ”

The wrong monk asked, "Do you really think that the Holy One will let you go?" ”

Lian Guilu said with a smile: "I won't tell you, I don't have to let the saint let me go, I won't go back to Hangzhou at all." When we finish this business, I and the deputy general Huo outside the door will go away incognito. In this year of great disaster, there were people fleeing everywhere, and the government could not find us at all. As long as there is money, everywhere is heaven. ”

The monk looked at Lian Hui Lu in confusion, and said suspiciously: "Are you really a cronie of the saint?" He is such a discerning person, how can he have a cronie like you? ”

Lian Huilu said proudly: "Who made me look good?" In terms of appearance, this Wu Yueguo, if I admit the second, no one dares to recognize the first. Don't mention pampering me more. You see, what is this? Lian Huilu took off the royal palace pass token from the buckle around his waist, shook it in front of the wrong monk, and retracted it to his waist. Then he said, "This is the pass of the royal palace, and I am in the palace as if I were in my own home." ”

The wrong monk said: "In that case, why do you want to leave Hangzhou and leave the Holy Shangna?" ”

Lian Huilu said: "Actually, I didn't want to be an official at all, I just wanted to be a businessman who made a lot of money." But because of the lawsuit, my family couldn't afford to pay the fine, the saint paid it for me, and my father forced the creditor to death, so I had no other better way to live, so I had to mix in the officialdom. But the ministers in the court looked down on me, saying that I didn't learn and didn't know how to learn. He also slandered me, I am a holy male pet, fuck, the saint loves me, but I am not a male pet, I am a man, can I suffer this kind of shame? Now that the opportunity has come, I can make a big profit, and then walk away, and I will never be angry again. We are all fallen people at the end of the world, and we are in the same group. As long as you don't get in the way, I will fulfill my promise and give you the silver taels I earned. ”

The wrong monk asked, "You said you had seen my portrait, is there a holy inscription on it?" What are they all written? ”

Lian Hui Lu said: "The saint inscribed four words: God bless Wu Yue." ”

The wrong monk asked, "Do you know the meaning of these four words?" ”

Lian Hui Lu said: "Probably the saint prayed to God to bless Wu Yueguo." ”

The wrong monk said: "It was I who asked the Holy Lord to bless Wu Yue." The saint is the heaven of Wu Yueguo, and only his saintly virtue can bless the people of Wu Yueguo, have enough food and clothing, and the country and the people are safe. Now, you are selling the relief food that the Holy God has allocated for disaster relief at a high price. Those who know the inside story will scold you for being corrupt and perverting the law, and those who don't know will say that the saint is a dumb king. How can you be ruined by the reputation of the saints?! ”

Lian Guilu sneered: "I can't see it, you are still a loyal minister." If you are a loyal servant, why did you end up like this? Everything is fake, only if you earn money in your own hands, it is true. What could be more important than the enjoyment of freedom? ”

The wrong monk said: "The poor monk killed an innocent child, so he is willing to cultivate for the rest of his life to repent and atone for his sins." Now that the victims of the disaster have no food, if you don't give them food relief, you are forcing them to sell their children and daughters, or even their families are ruined, how can you harm so many people for yourself? If you really make a fortune and then run away with the money, you will regret it for the rest of your life. You say that the courtiers look down on you, how can you make others obey you with your virtue? You say that others laugh at you for being a male pet, how noble the saint is, as long as you resign yourself, he will not force him to stay at all! The reason why you stayed with him was to wait for a chance to make a fortune, am I right? ”

Lian Hui Lu said: "So, you must stop me?" But you are a monk, you don't dare to break the precept of killing, at most I don't want your Foguang Temple's food, as long as I seal the plank road up the mountain, Foguang Temple can no longer borrow food from the victims. I can also make a fortune and make money, I originally pitied you, I suffered here at a young age, I wanted to pull you along, everyone made money, I didn't expect you to be so dead-eyed. After that, he pretended to sigh with pity, and then said: "In this world, there is still a fool like you!" ”

The wrong monk didn't speak, picked up three sticks of incense again, lit them on the ever-bright lamp, respectfully raised them above his head, bowed three times to the statue of Medicine Buddha Buddha, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then opened the sword box, pointed to the Shang Fang sword inside: "This is the holy royal gift Shang Fang sword, no matter how high your position, no matter how favored you are, I have the right to cut first and then play, even if I break the precept and kill, go straight to hell, and never recover, I will kill you, and then use Shang Fang's sword as a basis to help you in disaster relief." This is the Medicine Master's Hall, you pray for the next life, and then reincarnate as a human being. In the last sentence, the killing machine is complete.

Lian Huilu was frightened and panicked: "I beg you, I have sold a lot of grain at a high price, and I have no way out." You can let me go, you can use the rest of the food to help the disaster, you can just let me run. In this way, you will not break the vow to kill, and I will not live without life, so let's give each of us a step. ”

The wrong monk said: "The grain sold at a high price, the government will have a record, as long as you post a notice and release the grain for free, the people who bought grain at a high price before will definitely ask you for money, people are not sages, who can be without fault?" As long as you can change, you will have a way to live. Don't live with the sins of your body, and letting go of the stolen money is like putting down the butcher's knife. ”