Song Che fed the laborer some water, relieved for a while, and the laborer slowly opened his eyes, but his body was still limp and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak, which showed how much suffering he had suffered.

Song Che soaked a bowl of flatbread with water, added some shredded beef, and fed him to eat it, and only then did he recover his spirit a little.

"Thank you for saving your life!" The laborers wept and knelt down and bowed.

"Fellow villagers don't have to be so polite," Song Che hurriedly helped him up, and asked: "In your country, if a farmer can't grow the land well, he will have to work hard until he dies?" ”

The laborer said, "We have planted the land, and this year is a bumper harvest!" It was the inhumane national teacher who took us to work as coolies under the pretext of building a great Buddha statue for His Majesty the King......"

National teacher?

Buddha?

Song Che asked the laborer to understand, and it turned out:

King Wusun was obsessed with Buddhism, and in his early years, he was a lay disciple, fasting all his life, combining benevolence and righteousness, and loving the people like a son.

A year ago, the king suddenly had a strange disease, a long time to find a good doctor can not be cured, just when the king is about to die, a self-proclaimed from Tianzhu monk came to Wusu, he rejuvenated, overnight the king cured of the disease, the king in order to thank him, he named him the protector of the country, but also spent a huge amount of money to build a Tianluo Temple, for the princes and nobles to worship and visit the Buddha;

But this national teacher had no mercy, and in order to build a temple, he wantonly arrested strong men, forced serfs to work as coolies, and exhausted thousands of people;

Originally, last month, the Tianluo Temple had been completed, who expected that the national teacher said that there was still a big Buddha in front of the temple, and there was no suitable stone in Wusu country, so he did not hesitate to beat stones from the high mountains fifty miles away, and then transported back to the temple by coolies;

The big Buddha he built is four feet high, weighs tens of thousands of catties, and must be built before September, if it is not done, all the hard work will have to be killed!

Monks are compassionate and need the virtues of all sentient beings, but this national teacher is building a lot of construction and labor, working the people and losing money, how can he be worthy of the word "high monk"?

"It's really outrageous!"

Liu Xiang'er said unevenly: "Even those old bald donkeys in our Daliang are at most defrauding some sesame oil money, and your bald donkeys here don't treat people as people!" Your king too, who loves her people like a son? In my opinion, he is clearly a faint king! ”

"Ouch! This young lady, don't talk nonsense! The laborer looked left and right, and was terrified, "If your words are heard, they will reach the ears of the national teacher, and you will be killed!" ”

"Xiang'er, don't be uncovered, you are in a foreign country, you should be cautious in your words and deeds." Song Che rebuked Liu Xiang'er, and asked where the hard work Tianluo Temple was.

The laborer pointed to the front of the avenue and said, "Turn around the big bend in front of you, and you can see a temple when you look up, and that is Tianluo Temple." ”

"Where might you spend the night?" Song Che asked again.

The laborer shook his head, "I don't know about this, Tianluo Temple is usually only used for people to burn incense and worship Buddha, except for the princes and nobles, I haven't seen passers-by staying in it,"

He lowered his voice and persuaded: "Benefactor, there are more than 100 monks in Luo Temple that day, I work in the temple, and I often see them secretly transporting wine and meat to the temple, they are definitely not good people, you better walk a few more steps and stay in the inn in front of you!" ”

Song Che rolled his eyes and smiled secretly, "Thank you fellow countryman for reminding me, I have my own plans." Then he gave the laborers some water, food, and healing medicine, and the caravan continued its departure.

The avenue turned a corner, and I really saw a temple, which was majestic and magnificent, and I didn't know that I thought it was a palace.

"Boss, look at your eyes, are you going to stay in this temple tonight?" Nangong Yue asked.

Song Che smiled: "Do you think there is anything wrong?" ”

Nangong Yue pursed her lips, "That being said, there are some insults to merit, but the more sacred some places are, the more dirty they are, and monks who do bad things in the name of burning incense and worshiping Buddha are not uncommon in our Daliang." ”

Even Song Che personally experienced that the former great pirate Wang Zhi turned into a monk and hid in Ciyin Temple, raped and plundered, and did all kinds of evil, but he was burned by him.

Merits and virtues?

Sacred?

It's not as good as physical excess.

"Don't be afraid, holy places, we will worship them; The filthy land, we will cross it. ”

Come to Tenraji Square.

A four-zhang tall Buddha is about to take shape, hundreds of laborers work together to hang the stone, perhaps in the temple, the supervisor is much more "merciful", although he holds a whip in his hand, but how can he also give the Buddha some face?

Song Che is an atheist and is not interested in Buddhism, but since he has come, he "doesn't look at the face of the monk and looks at the face of the Buddha", and threw a few taels of sesame oil money to express his heart.

There are monks in the Buddhist hall who knock on the wooden fish and chant the scriptures, pretending to be presentable, but once they meet a beautiful female pilgrim, the masters still can't help but look at them twice.

Next to the merit box, there is an old monk on duty, the pilgrims donate less, he has a straight face, and the pilgrims donate a lot he smiles.

Song Che threw the ingot of silver into the box, and the old monk immediately smiled, "Amitabha, the generous donor will definitely be blessed by the Buddha......

Song Che changed his salute and said with a smile: "Master, we are businessmen from Dongtu Daliang, and we want to go to Wusu Country to do business. ”

When the old monk heard about the overnight stay, he immediately showed a look of embarrassment, "The donor doesn't know that Tianluo Temple was built by His Majesty the King, and His Majesty the King only allows the people to worship with incense." ”

"So?" Song Che showed a little regret and sighed: "This batch of silk I transported, the horses are worth gold, very expensive, staying in an ordinary inn, for fear of being remembered by gangsters, so I want to come to the temple to spend the night, since your temple is inconvenient, then I should find another place." ”

When the old monk heard this, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed Song Che, who was leaving, and said with a smile: "The donor has generously given so much sesame oil money, we should respect the donor as a guest, since it is getting late, then you can stay in the temple." ”

Song Che sneered in his heart, and deceived the old monk again: "But didn't the master say that His Majesty the King doesn't let civilians stay overnight?" If I break the rules, I'm afraid it will affect you! ”

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the donor came from afar, I don't know, our Tianluo Temple's abbot Master Xinjue is the national teacher of the dynasty, the king has to respect him for three points, the donor, you are the guest of honor of Tianluo Temple, and it is not a big problem to stay for one night."

When the old monk talked about his abbot, his face was not to mention how arrogant he was.

"If that's the case, then we're disrespectful."

"Donors don't have to be polite, we monks have always been kind and giving...... Come on, hurry up and clean the guest room in the West Wing, and instruct the room to cook a few more dishes to entertain all the VIPs who have come from the beam! ”