Monk Miaoliu walked slowly on the square of the Great Haotian Temple. △Tomato Novel ○ Net☆ ''.

The abbot monk of Dahao Tian Temple looks old, with a cloth towel wrapped in cold on his head, and the wrinkles on his face are so dense that he can trap flies, holding a square bamboo cane in one hand, and letting the waiter hold it in the other, so that he can slowly walk around the pilgrims and homeless people in the temple.

Whether it is the Khitans, the Xi people or the Han people, when they saw this old monk coming, they all knelt on the ground from afar, some kowtowed, some chanted Buddha with their palms together, and more people desperately wanted to make up for this old monk. Occasionally, a few people who were more courageous would rush to the feet of the old monk and touch the old monk's shoes, which they felt were a great blessing.

Monk Miaoliu just smiled kindly, recited a few words of Buddha names indistinctly, and nodded to these fanatical believers, such an approachable gesture made people shout more enthusiastically: "Living Buddha!

When a dynasty is about to fall and the order of a region is about to be destroyed, not to mention that the capable bureaucrats with old eyes and the well-educated Confucians with rich stomachs can capture the faint breath of destruction that is about to come, even the ordinary people who are struggling for food and clothing every day can also detect a little change that makes people think about it:

The food hoarded at home is gradually not enough to eat, and all kinds of food on the market are gradually not visible, so occasionally some food appears in the store, and the price will be so expensive that ordinary people can hardly care, and it is quickly bought by people who can afford it.

Rumors with no beginning and no end, accompanied by the bad news of distant relatives, will appear in the ears one after another. In the era when there was no telegraph, telephone, or Internet to transmit information, people relied on visitors from afar to obtain information. In the Chengping era, this work was often carried out by merchants and officials, but now, the merchants from afar have disappeared from Yanjing, whether it is the Khitan northern official or the Han'er southern official, they all have a gloomy face like a collision in the middle of the night, and the news that comes from all directions is all brought by the displaced people.

These scrawny, frostbitten-covered homeless people are like ghosts who have escaped from the Infernal Hell, and the news they bring is even more terrifying than the hell in the Mulian Saving Mother Changing Text that the monks talked about when they were in the Yuan Pudu.

Needless to say, some men lost half of their ears or their entire noses, and they were cut off by the Jurchens to drink wine; some soldiers broke a leg, and naturally they were trampled on by the Jurchen horses, and even the faces of the fleeing women were cut into a pigeon with their flesh turned out by hairpins, but they were still spoiled by the Jurchens and became a half-madman...... The appearance of these homeless people, accompanied by even more terrifying rumors, kept shaking in front of the eyes and ears of everyone in Yanjing City:

“...... Needless to say, the man with the blade in his hand was cut down at once. Needless to say, the woman was all ruined by the Jurchens, even the boy who had just completed the moon, and they would also be picked on the tip of the spear and poked for blood to drink. ”

These words depict a terrible hell that the residents of Yanjing City could not have imagined in the past, and people instinctively refuse to believe it, but those displaced people who poured into Yanjing City like ghosts, those faces with mutilated parts and turned flesh turned out, those severed limbs with exposed stubble, and those who no longer look like living creatures but are still struggling to survive, silently prove this.

In such a Yanjing City, everyone involuntarily fell their eyes on the Buddhist temple, and it seems that the solemn Buddhas painted with mud and gold have become people's biggest shelter.

If one or two more people with a heart show off their magical powers a little, then people will entrust the few remaining thoughts.

It's like the Great Haotian Temple at this moment.

Monk Miaoliu walked slowly and slowly in the Dahao Temple, although he looked like a handful of dry firewood, and it seemed that he could spontaneously ignite without triggering the fire in the heart of the Buddhist sect, but Monk Miaoliu's memory was surprisingly good.

Everyone who was given the Bigu Pill by him could remember it clearly, and if he did not receive the good faith of the Divine Pill, he would take out a purple-red pill from his sleeve as soon as possible, and stuff the pill with a fishy and salty taste into the other party's mouth.

And for such a divine pill, no one will take the initiative to ask for a second one after swallowing it.

Those who have been given the elixir will also cooperate with the old monk's preaching, and take the initiative to gather outside the Dahao Tian Temple with their families, and help the monks of the Dahao Tian Temple to receive those who come to the temple to ask for medicine.

If you look closely, there are many people wearing hats and round-necked official robes among these people, not to mention red robes, green robes, and even purple-robed nobles!

In addition to the now hot Empress Xiao's delicate guest Li Chuwen, the elegant-looking old man headed by Situ Zuo Qigong, as well as Yu Zhongwen left behind in Xijing, Cao Yongyi, the privy envoy, and Kang Gongbi, the governor of the government......

In addition to Xiao Gan, Yelu Dashi, and other Liao nobles who led the troops, most of the powerful people in Yanjing have become the disciples of this Miaoliu monk.

Although the Liao people have always been good at doing Buddhist things, it is the first time that such a monk has appeared!

It's just that Monk Miaoliu obviously doesn't have any special eyes for his group of high-ranking officials and disciples, and even treats them and the deacons and monks of Dahao Tiansi with an attitude, but these high-ranking officials of Northern Liao are still respectful one by one, and almost treat Monk Miaoliu's orders as holy purposes.

And whether it is Tianxi Emperor Yeluchun and Empress Xiao Puxian, or the ordinary people in Yanjing City, no one thinks there is anything strange about this matter.

After finishing his daily rounds, Monk Miaoliu returned to the meditation room where he visited meditation every night.

In the shadow of the meditation room, someone wearing a velvet hood and a wide gold and silver silk embroidered robe, was waiting for the abbot monk of the Dahao Tian Temple.

The hooded visitor hid his face in the shadows, but his gaze at Monk Myoliu still revealed irrepressible disgust: "Hello, pious monastic master, should I call you Master Myoyanagi, or ......?"

"Good, good, donor, a monk is a monk, and a monk is not a monk. Monks and monsters, but the name, the poor monk is the Buddha when he thinks to the Buddha, and the devil is the devil when he thinks about it, but the word compassion is always in the heart. ”

The tongue twister-like sharpness made the hooded visitor even more unhappy, but the visitor emphasized in his usual elegant and indifferent voice: "I used to be jealous of you, but now I pity you, but it seems to me that you have done a good job." How many more compatriots do we need in this human city to accomplish this great mission?"

This time, the old monk no longer made a move, but just stretched out his finger: "We still need five hundred newborn compatriots." ”