The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

The temple is vast, but the old monk Hongyuan led the way, so we didn't take any lonely roads.

Zhao Tong was very interested. This big Buddhist temple was indeed different from Beipo Temple. There were many ordinary people coming and going to offer incense, which added a hint of fireworks. It was not as solemn and solemn as Beipo Temple.

I visited many Buddhist temples, where the old monk was explaining Buddhism with wonderful words, and everyone was fascinated by it.

The door monks in the temple belong to the Zhi Ke Hall. The monks in the Zhi Ke Hall are all eloquent, because they have to receive people and treat people. If they are clumsy or blunt, offending and displeasing the benefactor, then the gain outweighs the loss.

At this time, the old monk led the way to the west. There were fewer people on this side. Zhao Tong asked, "Where is this place?"

The old monk hurriedly introduced: "This is the Jialan Hall, and further to the west, separated by a wall, is the large vegetable garden in the temple."

Zhao Tong nodded. The Jialan Hall is naturally a main hall. It is built in almost every Zen temple. Although there are not many people who come to this hall to offer incense, there are always some.

But when he heard about the big vegetable garden, he still smiled and said, "Does every temple have a vegetable garden?"

The old monk considered and replied: "Of course there is this, but when the years are good and the donors are generous, they can't finish the vegetables they send, so the vegetable garden is semi-barren, and it is difficult to grow them in the temple and sell them for money. , it is not good to reject the kindness of the donors and not accept the things sent, which is a dilemma. "

Zhao Tong said: "The vegetable garden of Daixiangguo Temple in Tokyo is probably in the same situation, but the two are not in the same place. One of my subordinates once cooked vegetables in the vegetable garden. The temple almost didn't care about him, and he was free to plant or not."

When the old monk heard the word "Tokyo" and heard about the Daxiangguo Temple, he suddenly became energetic. He thought to himself that he was indeed from the capital, so he was inseparable. It was really possible that he was that one. Practitioner Xiao was indeed a blessed person. Then The position is extraordinary, sweeping across the six worlds, and making a name for herself. If she ascends the throne, even if the Khitan people are not good at becoming empresses, it will probably be okay for Xiao Jushi to be granted the title of noble concubine.

"The donors are comparable. How can a small temple be compared to the Daxiangguo Temple, a temple where people from all over the world come to see and do business? The young monk heard that there are hundreds of Zen monasteries in the temple. They are huge and incomparable. There are countless Buddhist donors coming and going. It's amazing. Fascinated."

When Zhao Tong heard that he had changed his title to a young monk, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's not that exaggerated. It's a bit bigger, but there are so many people coming and going, and there are not many people who sincerely worship the Buddha."

The old monk said: "The benefactor is too modest, and a small temple cannot be compared. The abbot and the abbot all regard the Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo as the holy place of Buddhism in the world."

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "Next spring, the Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo will hold a lotus altar purification meeting, and your abbot will be asked to give a sermon. If you are willing to go, just go and have a look."

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed. This is a grand event for Buddhism, and all the famous temples in the world will go there. If you can experience it once, you will really live this life in vain. Maybe you will understand the true meaning of Buddhism and be reborn in bliss in the future. It’s hard to say.

He responded with all his heart, becoming more respectful and bending his back even lower.

Continuing to move forward, the old monk introduced various places and came not far from Jialan Hall. Sure enough, there was a wall and a wooden door over there. Outside the door was the vegetable garden of the Great Buddha Temple.

Zhao Tong strolled over and saw that the vegetable garden was quite large and quite large, but there were traces of planting, and there were some frosty autumn vegetables left in the ground but not picked.

Zhao Tong said: "There are also plantings."

The old monk introduced: "But we arranged to go out this spring. After all, most of the temple's property is abandoned. If you ask others to plant it or even sell it, it is everyone's business. It does not need to be said by the name of the temple."

"That's a good idea." Zhao Tong smiled and said, "It's just that the land here isn't very good for farming."

The old monk laughed with me, but he thought in his heart that you are the lord of ten thousand chariots, with great talents and great ideas, and your knowledge of the world is true. But in matters like this... do you really know whether you are good or bad? I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case, it's just to show omniscience and omnipotence.

But how could he dare to offend this person? He couldn't help but nod his head: "What the donor said is absolutely true, absolutely true. In the family of three in the cabbage garden, none of them knows how to farm. They are not good at planting, and one of them is not good at farming." One of them is a monk from this temple.”

"A monk in your temple?" Zhao Tong wondered: "Then how can we call ourselves a family of three?"

The old monk explained: "The donor didn't know something. This junior brother had just become a monk not long ago. He had a family before, but he was from the capital city. His family lived not far away. Even after he became a monk, his wife and children would often come to visit. Later, I saw that the vegetable field was in ruins, so I rented it with the abbot and asked my wife and children to plant it, thinking that I could support my family. He also went to work hard, but the vegetable field was only mediocre and mediocre. "

"This is weird. Since you are still thinking about your family, why should you escape into Buddhism?" Zhao Tong said: "And it's not the kind of thing that is secretly in my heart. It's the kind that I miss so much openly and see each other often. It's better to return to the world and go home to live. Isn’t it beautiful?”

The old monk shook his head: "The donor is right, and the junior monk can't understand this matter. But since the abbot didn't say anything, why are the monks talking so much? Besides, this junior brother often came to the temple to offer incense and make offerings. He was generous, so everyone also Respect them all and don’t talk about nonsense.”

"Oh, not short of money?" Zhao Yu nodded. There are people like this. They want to become a Buddha, but are reluctant to leave home. They want to cultivate in the next life and continue to be prosperous and wealthy, but they don't want to give up the feelings of this world. In short, they are both fish and bear's paws. Want to have it both ways.

Most of these people have no shortage of money, and they are extremely obsessed with being ordained and entering Buddhism in the end.

"It's true that the money is not bad." The old monk replied. At this time, he saw a child running over from the vegetable field. He was about three or four years old. He was holding a straw in his hand, which seemed to be used as a gun and stick. He was waving it in his mouth. "Hey, hey, hey," he kept saying.

"Donor." The old monk looked at the child and said, "This is the junior brother's son."

"Oh?" Zhao Tong squinted and looked over. The child was very lively and well-born.

"I am going to find that junior brother. His mother should be not far away. She just avoids suspicion and never comes from this side of the wall."

"It's interesting." Zhao Tong watched the child coming over and was not afraid of the crowd. He raised his hands to the old monk and sang "Amitabha" in a decent manner.

The old monk returned the Buddha's gift and said with a smile: "The little donor is destined to be a Buddha."

The child smiled happily, jumped over the door and went to Jialan Hall.

"That junior brother is in charge of the Jialan Hall. The kid is very familiar with it." The old monk said.

"Jialan Hall? Why don't you go and have a look." Zhao Tong touched his chin. He came here to view this hall. It would be quite interesting to see the monk and his son talking together.

"Yes, the donor is right. The young monk will lead the way." The old monk turned around and led the way, and the group went back to the temple on the wooden door side.

At this moment, there was a green figure on the other side of the vegetable garden, holding a hoe and running towards the frosty vegetables. But she was thinking about the child who was running in front of her just now, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the door. This didn't matter, and she suddenly stopped. , then the hoe in his hand fell directly to the ground, and he tightly covered his mouth with his hand.

Her face turned extremely pale at this moment, her body was trembling, and her expression was at a loss...

The old monk was leading the way at this moment. The Jialan Palace was not far away. The group of people saw the child running in front of the palace and knew that it must be here.

In the Jialan Hall, a monk was sitting on a futon under the Buddhist niche with his eyes slightly closed. His face was pale golden, with a hint of unhealthy redness, and he coughed twice from time to time.

Seeing the child running in, he opened his eyes and smiled: "Tu'er."

"Daddy!" There was no one in the hall at this moment, so the child immediately shouted.

The monk nodded and stretched out his arm, but it seemed that he had no strength. When he was about to reach the child, it suddenly dropped.

The monk couldn't help but sigh and showed a wry smile. He was none other than Lin Chong, who entered the Great Buddha Temple last year to avoid arrest.

But even though he escaped the city-wide search and managed to save his life under Mi Zhenting's wooden stick, his injuries never recovered.

Not only has he not recovered, but he is constantly maintaining it, with the danger of breaking out at every moment. Even his martial arts are delayed and are deteriorating little by little.

He suspected that the moment he lost all his martial arts skills and his injuries recurred, he might be dead.

After the main force of the Qin army withdrew to Beijing, he went to various places to seek medical advice and prepared some powdered pills based on the prescriptions he had seen from Tong Guan, but they all had little effect.

Therefore, I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but I had a clear understanding inside. I never mentioned the original promise of returning home as soon as the danger was over, and started practicing in this great Buddhist temple.

And as time goes by, the more I think about it, the more I recall the experience of most of my life. He learned how to use a gun and a stick from his father when he was a child. He grew up little by little under his father's strict but loving eyes and under the careful care of his mother.

After his carefree childhood, he became famous as a young boy because of his proficiency in boxing and kicking. He succeeded his father and joined the Forbidden Army as a trainer.

At that time, I didn't know the consequences of injuring a vital part while practicing martial arts. I was just high-spirited and praised by people around me. I felt that I was a genius who was rare in the world and was a genius in martial arts.

What a happy time!
It wasn't until later that I discovered that within the Forbidden Army, it wasn't just strong martial arts that would lead to promotions or even grades, but it also required background, money, and connections.

There was a moment of discouragement, but the heart of a young man is always frivolous and unruly, looking down on anything that may or may not exist. My fate is up to me.

When it was time to get married, a marriage was arranged in the family. They were also from the family of the Forbidden Army instructors, so they were a good match.

But it wasn't until this moment that I discovered that the critical injury caused by martial arts training had turned into an unspeakable hidden disease.

So I began to doubt life and everything, started to drink alcohol, became suspicious, timid, submissive, and had low self-esteem to the point of being cautious and caring about what others thought.

Three years passed like this. During these three years in the Forbidden Army, I desperately tried to climb up, but because I had no background, no connections, and not much money, I was repeatedly frustrated.

He also began to put down his dignity, imitate others' flattery, and give gifts to seek officials, but he always failed to get what he wanted because he did not have too much capital.

As a result, I became a little self-destructive and had to live my life. I said words that I didn't mean every day and put on a hypocritical mask. Only when I drank could I forget my sorrow and experience a trace of happiness, so I drank.

Until that spring, the wind was warm and the sun was clear, the sky was blue, and the grass was growing and warblers were flying.

In the city of Tokyo, the willow branches are delicate and the butterflies are dancing. In the big vegetable garden, in the Yue Temple...

Lin Chong gently touched Xiao Lintu's head and fell into memories.

He felt a little dazed, and at this moment he suddenly remembered going to a school to study after finishing his martial arts training.

Whenever school was over, his mother would pick him up outside with a smile on her face, holding his favorite Mengjia meat pie from Tokyo's time-honored restaurant in one hand, and waving at him gently with the other.

Then halfway through, my father came again, and the family of three held hands and walked home...

Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Chong's mouth, just like when his parents came to pick him up and went home happily when he was a child.

Zhao Tong walked into Jialan Hall and immediately saw Lin Chong sitting on the futon.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and remained calm.

The old monk called out: "Junior Brother Hongkong, these benefactors have come to Jialan Hall to worship Buddha. Junior Brother is on duty here. Please introduce these benefactors."

Lin Chong hugged Xiao Lintu, looked at Zhao Tong, and nodded gently.

What should come will always come, and what should go will always go.

Cause and effect cycle, cause and effect, because so.

Zhao Tong didn't speak.

The old monk was a little unhappy: "Junior Brother Hongkong..."

Lin Chong shook his head at this time, with the sincere smile still on his lips.

He looked at Zhao Tong, and seemed to be looking at everyone in the hall. After a moment, he said word by word:

"I have never cultivated good deeds in my life. I only love killing people and setting fires. Suddenly I opened the golden shackles and tore off the jade locks here. Strong winds, clouds and snow are coming. Only today do I know who I am..."

After he finished speaking, he still had that smile, but his eyes slowly closed and he lost his breath.

The old monk stepped forward, explored a little, and said in surprise: "Junior Brother Hongkong has passed away..."

A green figure ran in from outside the door. When he saw Lin Chong sitting still without falling, he immediately rushed towards him and burst into tears.

Zhao Tong's eyes tightened, but he still showed no expression. He turned around silently and walked out of the door.

At this time, the wind was blowing outside, and the sky was covered with clouds. Just a moment later, snowflakes began to float. The snowflakes were as big as a plate. It was the first snow since the beginning of winter...

Everyone in the world has a destiny, and everything has its own mode.

Cause and effect have their own laws, and the cycle is never happy.

He looked up at the sky, and it took him a while to realize that it was me...

Three days later, he went to the capital and went to the Prince's Mansion of Liaoxi County.

Zhao Tong looked at the mother and son Hu Sanniang in front of him. Xiao Min looked a little sad next to him. He held a white jade swallow plaque in his hand. On the swallow plaque, a flying swallow spreading its wings in the sky was engraved.

Falling flowers are independent, and the Swift is flying.

The child's mother turned out to be her maid Xiao Muyu back then, and she gave her the Yanpai back then. Xiao Muyu was the prettiest and the most intelligent among the maids, but she was in an emergency when she left for Beijing and couldn't take him away with her.

Xiao Min put the Yan Pai back on the child's neck, and then said: "Don't take it off again, it will keep you safe."

Xiao Lintu looked up at Xiao Min.

Xiao Min said again: "Your mother...did you say anything before she died?"

Xiao Lintu's eyes were red: "As I said, mother said that if someone recognizes this brand in the future and asks where they got it, they will mention mother's name, and then..."

"Stop talking." Xiao Min stopped Xiao Lintu: "I understand."

She then looked at Zhao Tong: "Erlang, although this child is Wanyan..."

Zhao Tong waved his hand: "His surname is Lin now and he is Lin Chong's son. This matter will not change."

Xiao Min couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Zhao Tong looked at Hu Sanniang: "Lin Chong Kongmen passed away, and the Great Buddha Temple cast a golden body for him, which is considered complete. Sanniang will stay in the mansion for the time being and return to Tokyo with me in a while."

Hu Sanniang already knew that Hu Cheng was still alive, sobbed softly: "The daughter of the people obeys the decree..." (End of Chapter)