Laqi Laba, cold death jackdaw.

The coldest time of the year has arrived. The water in Tangtang has frozen, and there are few pedestrians inside and outside the city.

This is the most headache for the prefect of Luoyang City, to avoid snow disasters, to ensure that the city does not freeze to death as much as possible, but also to contact the official gentry and large households, porridge and relief.

This year, Li Chongyi is a lot more relaxed, and he has the first benevolent Meng official in the city to give him political achievements.

Lao Meng spared no expense and tossed hard, in short, Mr. Yan's idea for him was to do good deeds and take out part of the money he got to buy fame.

Meng Yishan from the beginning of the winter in Luoyang four gates, all over the Taoist Buddhist temple, set up sheds, soup porridge relief, recruit people to work, he is richer than the official sheds of the government at all levels, the porridge distributed to the victims is also solid, chopsticks do not fall. Like the Qing Palace on the mountain where he bought Dumu, and the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, where his master Guangqin was the abbot, they were all donated hundreds of times.

Moreover, in order to allow the labor force to have work to do, a large number of civil works were built, the inspection department was rebuilt, and a garden was built behind the ya.

I also bought a five-entry mansion facing the street in the city, and took it out to rebuild the planned Guizhen Martial Arts Hall.

Now it is not far from the opening of the martial arts hall and the day when the disciples will be widely accepted.

For a while, Meng Dashanren's name was well-known in Luoyang, whether it was a peddler or a pawn, or an official, businessman.

Lao Meng even really made a monument, he gave a hundred taels, and rebuilt the Di Renjie ancestral hall that collapsed in the battle with the Shaolin monks.

He went to Shangshu Mansion to find He Lao Shangshu and asked He Lao to write a serious article about Meng Xiaowei's rebuilding of the Di Gong Ancestral Hall.

Then I invited a craftsman to carve a monument and prepare to stand in front of the Di Gong Ancestral Hall.

He Shangshu is the teacher of Li Zhifu, and Li Chongyi must support his teacher and Meng Yishan. also donated a hundred, vassal Jiwei.

The military generals of the Ming Dynasty re-erected a monument to the famous ministers of the Tang Dynasty, which was a cultural and educational event in Luoyang.

There is no need to polish the pen, there are a group of Confucian scholars who take the initiative to advocate it, not to mention that Lao Meng also spent a sum of money to fund these literati to hold poetry meetings in Taibaiju.

In terms of the price of wine and food, the money for moistening the pen is also sufficient, and the good words are also flowing like water.

Meng Gongyi Mountain, after the Great Confucian, is kind and charitable, and Yunwen Yunwu.

In fact, Lao Meng collapsed the ancestral hall in a night battle, and he was a little sorry for Di Gong.

At this juncture, Meng Dashan signaled Qian Lun to sell the land mortgaged by Liu Zongbing at a discount, and it was all good land.

For a while, Luoyang paper was expensive, and it was robbed by the big families in the city, and the big money account room was busy moving around, and the money from selling the fields was exchanged for grain.

"The cub sells Ye Tian, not a son of man!"

Liu Zongbing was so angry when he heard that it was the land that his Liu family had hoarded for three generations. If you don't lose the military salary in the bet, you are ready to pass it on.

Liu Junmen does not have to report his kindness, and he remembers it clearly if he has grievances.

Lao Meng fished out the favor of him from Dingli, Lao Liu had already forgotten it, and only remembered that when he borrowed money, Lao Meng asked him for a lot of good mortgages, and he hated it so much in his heart.

The day before the big competition in the Luoyang army.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the yamen rested.

This day is said to be the day of the Buddha's enlightenment, and both the temple and the people have to drink Laba porridge.

Civilians use multigrain beans and fruits as the main porridge, and put some peanuts, soybeans, vegetables, bacon.

Lao Meng got up early in the morning and was practicing. The fast horse of the Yiwang Mansion sent Laba porridge over.

The porridge boiled in the palace is very fine, and the lotus seeds, water chestnuts, barley, japonica rice, yellow rice, millet, walnut kernels, red dates, etc. are boiled into one place.

The prince rewarded Meng Yishan with gold and silver constantly, and he was also very thoughtful in the details.

From the small city-like vassal king's mansion to send porridge, to the inspection department of the inner hall to put it, the porridge is still warm.

It's a pity that the pretty eyes are thrown to the blind, and Lao Meng doesn't like to eat sweet porridge.

After eating porridge in three or two bites, the captain prepared to go to the White Horse Temple.

Since Laba is a monk's festival, the big disciple of the abbot of Guangqin, the master of the White Lotus Gate, Lao Meng, the master of the Yunshan Daoist, has prepared the four-color festival ceremony early and is ready to go to the temple to send it to the master.

He specially found an embroidery lady in the best local silk village to weave a brown cloud brocade robe, and made two pairs of black cloud shoes with dense stitches and a hundred thousand layers.

He also took two catties of high-quality tea from the south of the Yangtze River rewarded by the palace. Pieced together a few boxes of fluffy pastries.

Guangqin used to be the emperor of the world, and he had never eaten anything, but Lao Meng's main focus was a sincere truth.

Although he also heard from Li Qi, the head of the prefect's yamen express class, that Li Chongyi was also on leave today, and he wanted to take his wife and daughter to the White Horse Temple to offer incense and pray for a letter.

I don't care if Li Qing comes or not, Lao Meng feels that he is pure and filial piety, and he is not close to women! The main thing is to see the old monks.

White Horse Sutra, Zen ancestral garden.

Lao Meng came to the White Horse Temple again, first set up a porridge shed outside the mountain gate for a while, rolled up his sleeves and served porridge to his father, elders and good believers.

After a while, Lord Li's family of three didn't wait, and they saw the carriage of the palace and the king who accompanied the car.

King Yi also wanted to give a gift to the elder Guangqin, but the old monk didn't want to see him, so he could only let Wang Fu'er come and send a large cart of gifts of 300 taels and some prayer beads, 100 pieces of dyed monk clothes and fabrics, gilded Bodhisattva statues, etc.

Guangqin didn't want to accept it, but he was the abbot, and if you didn't stop it, you would harm the other monks in the temple.

Since Guanzhong lost its royal spirit, Luoyang and the White Horse Temple have declined.

This Zen ancestral court from the horse to close the mountain gate of the 10,000 temple, to now only a hundred acres of monk land. Depressed and decayed, it occupies a very small area.

As soon as Emperor Jingtai came up, the imperial court wanted to curb the Buddhist temple, and ordered to cut the white horse temple field to sixty acres.

The New Year is approaching, everyone is looking forward to the temple a little bit of progress, you are the old emperor, you also have to talk about the world.

Zhike happily registered the gifts, and after the old Meng and Wang Jiaoxi greeted each other, they rejoiced on the spot with fifty taels of silver to add some sesame oil money to the temple.

Wang Jiaoxi was taken aback, but he only heard a sentence and accepted the gift, so that Zhan Long would be able to observe the will of heaven and the people, and not act recklessly.

The one who was once robbed of the throne by the vassal king, he really hated this kind of rebel who had the intention to cause trouble, and now that he is old, although he sees it, he also has a very good opinion of King Yi.

Guangqin reluctantly let Lao Meng into the meditation room.

In the abbot's quiet room, the old monk sat on the wide cloud bed, and the dried fruit compote was placed on the small table in the bed, and Lao Meng sat sideways to accompany him.

A little novice came over to make the best river tea for the abbot and the guests, and quietly retired.

"I've been in the cage for a long time, and I can't return to nature!" Guang admired and sighed.

Lao Meng laughed when he heard him complain, and said in his heart, you don't want to be the abbot, you give power.

"Master is a quiet person, I haven't seen anything luxurious, I'll come here and send some sincerity." Old Meng said in a loud voice.

"You've got a heart"

The old monk was satisfied with what Lao Meng had sent, and put on the new brown robe on the spot.

"I heard that you did a big thing, and led the palace to hit the Shaolin Temple hard, and the Buddhist brother of the Xue'an was seriously injured that night and almost died."

Lao Meng accompanied him and said carefully: "Master, you are a Buddhist monk, and my Xiao Meng is a disciple of the Buddhists who are beaten by iron, so you can be disrespectful to the Shaolin master, this is an errand for the prince, there is no way." ”

"I'm in that cage too!"

Guangqin listened to the music and said with a smile: "I am a monk of the Rinzai Sect, that Shaolin is the dojo of the Caodong Sect, what are you doing to beat them up for poor monks?" ”