Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Past Is Like Smoke

It is said that the prefect of Chen promised the master of the best to distribute a lot of grain to the hungry people, and the master of the best was pleased, but he was afraid that Chen Fusheng would rebel, so he used the excuse to stay with him to put the grain, Chen Fusheng had no choice but to agree to the master's request.

"Master, I don't hide it, I was confused for a while, I was obsessed with money, and I sold the grain to the grain merchants; But I promise you: within two days, the grain will be returned, even if the family is ruined. Governor Chen said earnestly.

"Alright! I believe you, for the sake of the people of Chenzhou, I will stay in the government for two days. However, you must fulfill your promise within two days, otherwise, you will be in big trouble. The Supreme Master said.

"Thank you, master, Fusheng will do his best, and please return to Bianjing and don't pass it on to the emperor at this time." Chen Fusheng said in an almost pleading tone.

Master Zhishan agreed to Governor Chen's request.

Wang Zipeng saw that the master was so powerful, and he was even more admired.

For two days in a row, Chen Fusheng took his master and the official to go out in person, and through negotiations, he asked for the grain back.

On the third day, the warehouse was opened and the grain was released.

When the people of Chenzhou heard the good news, they rushed to tell each other, and the hungry people in the vicinity rushed to receive food.

Master Zhishan and Wang Zipeng helped the government distribute food for disaster relief, and they were very busy.

After distributing the grain, the master of Zhishan resigned to the prefect, and before leaving, he repeatedly told Chen Fusheng to make promises.

Leaving Chenzhou, the master and apprentice went all the way north and went straight to Shaolin Temple.

"Master, it turns out that you are the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, a popular person around the emperor, no wonder that Governor Chen is respectful to you and obedient to your words. However, I wondered, you are the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, why do you often wander outside, and settle in the Nameless Mountain Induction Temple, what is going on? Wang Zipeng said suspiciously.

"Zipeng, maybe you don't understand, there is a popular mantra in officialdom now: The official level crushes people to death. Think about it, if our master and apprentice go to the government as ordinary people, what will the prefect do? beat him and drove him out of the government. In this way, we will not be able to ask for food for the people of Chenzhou, but we will also suffer from skin and flesh. If I went to see him as the presiding officer of Xiangguoji Temple, he must have panicked in his heart. The abbot of Xiangguo Temple is a popular person around the emperor, and the prefect does not dare to offend, and will scold him. At this time, if you ask him for food, he will definitely agree. Originally, the monks did not speak, but in order for the people of Chenzhou to no longer starve to death, the white lie Buddha would forgive. The Supreme Master said.

"Master, I don't understand, how do you know the Dharma name of the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, and he sounds similar to yours, is there any relationship between you?" Wang Zipeng asked curiously.

"The supreme master of the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple is my junior brother, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Zhicheng, he is also my junior brother. Speaking of these things, we have to start with Yang Jiajun back then......" When Master Zhishan said this, the singing and crying scene of that year came to mind, as if it was just yesterday.

"Back then, the three of us brothers were the three generals under the Yang generals. In that year, the Great Liao invaded the border, the situation was like a bamboo, the border was urgent, and the emperor sent the Yang family general to go on the expedition and let Pan Renmei serve as the supervisor.

The Yang family will charge all the way with the forward, and Pan Renmei's army will deliberately delay time behind. Yang Lao Linggong took his seven sons to take the lead in fighting with the Liao army, but because the lone army went deep, he was ambushed by the enemy and suffered heavy casualties. Lao Linggong sent Shichiro to rush out of the siege to move the rescue troops, but as a result, Shichiro was killed by Pan Renmei. Pan Renmei wanted to put the Yang family to death, and refused to send rescuers, as a result, Da Lang, Erlang, and San Lang died on the battlefield one after another, and Shilang also disappeared in the melee. Along the way, we were intercepted and killed by the Liao army, and we were separated from Liulang, so we had to escort Wulang all the way to the west and fled to Wutai Mountain.

Gorou was grief-stricken when he heard that his father and brother had died on the battlefield, and he hated Pan Renmei, but he couldn't speak alone and couldn't mention his father and brother for revenge. He lost the courage to live, and several times thought of committing suicide, but it was only after the persuasion of our three subordinates that his mood calmed down. He was so discouraged that he cut his hair and became a monk. We saw that Gorou became a monk, remembered that the emperor was deaf, the ministers were in charge, and the Yang family was tired of being framed, and we also felt discouraged, so we followed Gorou to take refuge in Buddhism.

We practiced on Mount Wutai for nearly 20 years, and Gorou became the abbot, and he summoned the three of us brothers and sisters for questioning.

"Three, you have been in Wutai Mountain for twenty years, and over the years, you have learned a lot of knowledge with your hobbies, and now, it is your turn to learn something useful. What are you three going to do when you go down the mountain? Gorou asked.

"I plan to devote myself to spreading the sutras and enlightenment and promoting the Dharma." The second junior brother supreme said.

"I plan to go to Shaolin Temple to learn Shaolin martial arts and carry forward Chinese martial arts." The third junior brother said sincerely.

Gorou nodded frequently and smiled.

"Zhishan, you have been a monk for 20 years, what do you plan to do after you go down the mountain?" Gorou asked, looking at me with a look.

I said without hesitation: "I have been a monk for 20 years, and I have been studying medicine with the master, and I am willing to use the medical skills I have learned to save the poor people in the world who are sick and have no money for treatment." ”

Gorou listened and was very happy.

So, the three of us went down the mountain at the same time.

Zhicheng went directly to the Shaolin Temple.

To spread the scriptures and discuss the Tao, promote Buddhism all the way to Bianjing, came to Xiangguo Temple, and soon got the emperor's weight, the big red is greater than I wandered around, collected the precious Chinese herbs of the three mountains and five mountains, developed pills, traveled to Kyushu, cured diseases and saved people. Alas, decades have passed, and the past is vividly vivid. After the Supreme Master said, he let out a long sigh.

Wang Zipeng listened to the master's story and admired the master's personality even more.