Being fooled by fierce beasts to travel through the beginning is fleeing famine

Qingyan thought about it and asked: "This pavilion was built later, right? Was it built by Shuiwu Temple to let pilgrims rest?"

Yang shook her head and said to her: "This was built by the previous county magistrate for his mother, because the old lady worshiped Buddha all the year round and would come here to offer incense every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

But after all, the old lady was old and could not climb to the top of the mountain in one go. She always had to rest once or twice on the way, so the Lord funded the construction of this pavilion.

Not only that, they also donated money to build a dining hall and a wing in the temple, where pilgrims can eat and stay for free.

Even though the county magistrate had been transferred later, he would still send people over. Not only was he responsible for the construction of these pavilions, but he also had people come over to repair them every year.

If there are any broken areas or peeling paint, they will be repainted. This was just repainted this year, so the pavilion still looks new. "

"That's it. The county magistrate is really filial and very responsible."

Qingyan nodded in approval, she just said, although this pavilion looked like it would have been built for less than ten years at most, it would not make sense if it was the current county magistrate.

Because the county magistrate at this time should have a term of three years. Regardless of his political performance, good or bad, he will be transferred, promoted, promoted, or demoted. Anyway, he will not stay in the same place.

When she was studying history, she had seen that the emperors of the Song Dynasty used various methods to strengthen centralization in order to completely control the power of the government and avoid the situation of frequent government changes and precarious political power like the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. The most important point is to reform the official system.

The characteristics of the official system of the Song Dynasty were "centralization of power, decentralization of power among hundreds of officials, emphasis on literature and suppression of military affairs, and emphasis on governance and suppression of officials."

At that time, the official titles and actual duties of the Song Dynasty were separated. "History of the Song Dynasty. Official Records" records: "Therefore, the three provinces, the six cao offices, and the twenty-four divisions were all judged by other officials. Although there were official officials, the root cause could not be treated without separate orders. The director, the place where things are sent, will die twenty-three out of ten."

That is to say, the three provinces, six ministries, and twenty-four divisions all have formal chiefs in name, but unless specifically ordered by the emperor, they generally have no responsibility for the ministry. For example, the Ministry of Rites. Although the Ministry of Rites has the Minister of Rites, the actual control of the Ministry of Rites is generally not It's not him, but the "Ministry of Judgment of Ceremonies".

At the local level, the Song Dynasty also adopted this approach for some particularly important large counties, that is, formal local officials were not appointed in these large counties, and the powers of local officials were delegated to officials sent by the central government.

In the Song Dynasty, officials from the capital were often sent to counties in various places to serve as the highest officials to manage the administrative and military affairs of a county (if there were garrison troops stationed in the local area, he would also serve as a military supervisor or prisoner, as well as in charge of the military), and he was called "the county magistrate". "Things", referred to as "county magistrate".

In this way, although the county magistrates and county magistrates in the Song Dynasty may have different grades, they were both the highest officials of the same county.

The county magistrates and magistrates of the Song Dynasty, as the heads of local administration at the county level, had very wide powers.

Including a county's military affairs, civil affairs, administration, finance, justice and other fields. It can be said that the county magistrates and magistrates of the Song Dynasty were omnipotent and omnipotent.

They have to coordinate the relationship between the central government and local governments, stabilize the central government's rule over local governments, and maintain local stability, which can be said to be a heavy workload.

Oops, I'm off topic again, let's get back to the topic, because the county magistrate's term is not long, only three short years, so he spends a lot of money to build a pavilion and a dining hall for his mother. Isn't that a sign of filial piety? .

The group of them did not sit here to rest. They had just arrived and they were all young. It would be very tiring to get tired so quickly.

Don't think that women in ancient times were unable to leave the house or step out of the door. It was because their feet were bound later and it was inconvenient to walk, so they locked themselves up at home.

At this time, even though women from the Tang Dynasty could be officials and travel on horseback, women from small families had to go out to make a living, and women from large families often went out to parties or outings.

Along the way, they also met many people walking down the mountain. They must have stayed in the temple yesterday and left today.

This hill is not high, and I climbed to the top in less than twenty minutes. The Shuiwu Temple is located on the top of the hill. The top of the hill is very flat, and there is a pool that stores water. It looks like a lake within a lake. .

There are lotus flowers and mandarin ducks swimming in the pool. There is also a small bridge on the water channel flowing downward. It is only more than two meters wide and is very delicate.

This canal is used to drain the pond. The pond is easily filled during the rainy season, so drainage is very important.

The water channel was deliberately diverted to a mountain wall in the south that went straight up and down, forming a small waterfall. This scenery can be seen from the mansion on the opposite side of the lake.

The island in the center of the lake is just a small mountain, not very big. After all, the lake is only small. Going down from the mountain is the lake, so there is only a serious building like the temple, and no other families live there.

Of course, the scenery is still good. In addition to the pools and waterfalls, the entire mountain is also lined with green trees, and there are many natural rock formations. It is said that colorful wild flowers bloom in the summer, plus the rippling water of the lake below, You can imagine how beautiful it is.

Qingyan and the others walked to the small bridge and looked down. There were many small fish in the water channel below, most of them were as big as a palm, and they were swimming happily.

It is the rainy season now, so the canal is full of water. Because the slope in the canal is very gentle, the small fish will not be washed away along the current, and will flow back to the pool from time to time.

Because we were in the south, the lotus leaves in the pool were still green. The dead leaves must have been cleaned up, but we didn't see them.

After crossing the small bridge, there is a path paved with cobblestones and flagstones. There are weeping willows on the side of the road, which can provide shade in the summer.

When we got to the temple gate, it was already open. A young monk was cleaning the steps there. When he saw them approaching, he quickly put down the broom in his hand and gave them a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha, the donors are polite. The young monk is Yunzhi, the monk who knows the guest."

As the oldest person in their group, Yang naturally stepped forward to greet the other party, and then they followed Yunzhi into the Shanmen Hall.

After they burned the incense, they went to the middle hall, burned the incense again, and asked for lots.

Qingyan just follows the crowd. She doesn't want anything now, and she didn't think about anything when she asked for the signature.

As a result, she was the only one among several people to get the lucky draw. When she went to have her fortune interpreted, the old monk who interpreted her fortune told her that because of her profound merits, everything would go well and all her wishes would come true.

Qingyan also stared at the other person for a while, specifically staring at his eyes, wondering if there was something in the novel or on TV, and the other person looked at her meaningfully. After all, this old monk with white eyebrows and white beard looked a bit interesting, but he didn't see anything.

To be honest, she had always been curious about how the protagonists could see the meaning in those eyes, but she couldn't tell it anyway.

Unless it is a family member or someone you are particularly familiar with, you may be able to understand what the other person wants to express with just a glance. As a stranger, it is really difficult to understand.

She originally thought that if the other party was an eminent monk, he would be able to tell that she was not from this world, or that she had some kind of opportunity, and that there was also the original form of Yuanbao, the monster.

When she was offering incense and asking for fortune-telling in the main hall, Qingyan deliberately made her wait outside the hall with the mother-in-law brought by Yang. Even now, she still made her stand behind her, for fear of any accident.

If it is discovered, be prepared to take it directly into your own space, at least not to hurt it.

After all, it is a monster, and it is also an incomplete monster. Since there are Taoists in this world, there are also Taoist monks, so it is better to be careful.

The result disappointed her. Nothing happened. Of course, she was not disappointed. She should be said to be relieved.

She thought that there should still be some eminent monks, but not in this small Shuiwu Temple. If there was even one hidden here, then the eminent monks would be too bad, so nothing happened, but it was normal. .

Just like this lottery, it was based on her own luck. She was able to travel through time with Chou Chou. There was nothing unjustifiable about getting the top lottery.

As for how the other party could tell that she had profound merits and virtues, there was indeed a bit of metaphysics involved in it, but the old monk was not very profound.

She did do some good things after she came here, and she should have accumulated a lot of merit.

Because she drew the upper lot and was a guest, she was the first to solve it. After solving hers, it was Yang's. The lot she drew was neither good nor bad, it was a winning lot.

Yang didn't say what she was begging for, but Qingyan felt that she was the heir of the beggar after listening to the old monk's words of interpretation.

Qingyan was a little confused, didn't she have a son and a daughter? Why do you come here to ask for an heir?

Because the lot she drew was neither good nor bad, Yang's expression was neither good nor bad. Of course, Qingyan, who had been observing her, noticed her disappointed expression for a moment.

Qingyan tilted her head and thought for a moment. Maybe in ancient times, people pursued having many children to bring happiness. Having only one son was indeed a bit weak. It was normal to want another.

Because her eldest daughter is just twelve years old this year, she is not yet ready to seek marriage. In the Song Dynasty, although the minimum age for marriage for women was 13 years old by law, due to the influence of Confucian classics and scholars such as Sima Guang and Zhu Xi, Influence, people tend to believe that the marriageable age should be between fourteen and twenty years old.

In fact, the average age of first marriage for women in the Song Dynasty was about eighteen years old, and some data even show that the average age of first marriage was about twenty years old.

This phenomenon may be related to the economic and cultural background of the society at that time, indicating that people in the Song Dynasty were more cautious and mature on marriage issues.

Therefore, Chen Xiaoyue wishes that her family members will be safe and healthy, and that her younger brother will be successful in his studies.

The one she drew was a good one. Although it was not as good as Qingyan's, it was still pretty good. At least it was a good sign.

On the other hand, Chen Xiaoyan, the second daughter of Brother Chen's family, was the winner of the lottery. She is two years older than Chen Xiaoyue and is now fourteen years old. She may have a girly mind, so she may be seeking marriage, but it may not go well. , so his face was not very good, even a little wilted.

Qingyan looked at it and thought, if she had known earlier, she should have gone shopping first and then come back to ask for signatures. This had a bad result, and her mood was affected when she went to play next.

Fortunately, after only being comforted by Mrs. Yang for a few words, Chen Xiaoyan adjusted herself and quickly coaxed herself. When they came out of the hall, she had put a smile on her face again. Sure enough, When I'm young, my moods come and go.

While wandering around inside, Qingyan had been using her spiritual sense to explore the entire temple. There should be nothing she couldn't see in broad daylight, especially inside the temple, so she didn't even spare the wing rooms where the pilgrims lived. Checked it out.

Except for the monks meditating in their own rooms, there were only a few pilgrims in the wing. The others were either wandering around the temple or in the dining hall.

The kitchen over there was the most crowded, and the monks and some helping pilgrims were busy making lunch together.

Qingyan didn't notice anything else, including the corners and even the well. They were all very clean. The host's room was also normal, similar to the rooms where other monks lived.

Apart from living alone and having a suite, I really didn't find anything else, not even gold or silver. This was really the simplest monk Qingyan had ever seen.

Of course, the main reason was that the abbot I met before was a bad guy, and I never explored other temples afterwards. The ones I saw most were the fake monks from later generations who wore cassocks when they went to work, and drove luxury cars and wore glasses after get off work. , so suddenly seeing such a normal person, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

After they finished offering incense and drawing lots, they walked around the temple and then went to the back hall.

It was about eight o'clock when they went out in the morning. After all, they had finished breakfast and saw off Xia Xinman and the others, and then drove to the lake. In addition to the time they spent crossing the bridge and going up the mountain, in fact, they had already gone up the mountain. It's almost ten o'clock.

This was another period of time in the temple. Qingyan guessed that it should be around eleven o'clock now, so they came to the dining hall at the right time and could eat soon.

At this time, there were already many people sitting in the dining hall. Although there were many people, it was not noisy. Everyone did not chat, but sat around the table. Yang whispered to Qingyan that she was waiting for the sound of the wooden fish, and then talked to the monk Recite the offering mantra together and eat only after reciting it.

The Zhaitang is also called the Five Views Hall. The Five Views are the five mental states that monks should imagine when eating, that is, counting the amount of merit, thinking about virtues, doing good things, and achieving enlightenment.

Before entering, Ms. Yang also told them not to walk around freely in the dining hall. The monks were responsible for serving food and rice, and they were not allowed to talk while eating. This was the rule here.

Qingyan and others nodded, Yuanbao also whispered that he understood, and even covered his little mouth. That little look made Yang so cute that he couldn't help but rub its little head.

(End of this chapter)