Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 3
Fan's woodworking workshop.

The owner, Fan Laoshi, was staring at him, dancing with a plane in his hand, with a weather-beaten face, coupled with a string of trash talk, he was full of anger.

That's right, it's the stone of the stone, and its temper is smelly and hard, which is one of the reasons why everyone is unwilling to take over as Fang Zheng of Dunhua Fang.

"You're crazy! Even if Dunhuafang has the smallest population, out of 5000 people, there are still a hundred people who are suitable for marriage! Two months, fifty marriages, are you full?"

"Even if the family is kept simple, those elegant poems to remind people to make up, but the ceremony is saved, and the waste is inevitable, right? Do you have to invite three relatives and six relatives? Do you have to have a table for three or five people?"

"Melon! I have to hold wine almost every day! Everyone doesn't do anything!"

"You are still a bachelor yourself, you only worry about others!"

"Auntie is still waiting to have a grandson, but you just don't want to hire a matchmaker!"

Being able to spray Fan Zheng with a wry smile is definitely his own.

Fan Zheng smiled wryly: "Aye, do you take me for granted? The increase and decrease of the population of each ri, village, and fang are subject to discussion. Although the regular tax remains unchanged, the corresponding prostitution and miscellaneous taxes will be insufficient due to the increase in population. And increase!"

Fan Laoshi threw the plane into the box resentfully, gnashing his teeth: "Isn't the county government messing around? Dunhuafang is the most remote, and those who are capable have gone to other places! The population of 5000 has been stabilized with great difficulty. Serving or something, this is worse!"

"So, getting people married and having children is the real thing! Aye, I really think I'm so free!" Fan Zheng was helpless.

"What about the money? Don't tell me, you rely on each family to pay for it. Some families, even if they are simple, can't afford it." Fan Laoshi shattered Fan Zheng's little luck when he opened his mouth.

Fan Zheng thought for a while, but he really didn't have the ability to break the situation.

"Aye, I saw that you are making incense yourself at home, can you use it to make money for Dunhua Fang?"

Fan Laoshi glared at his son: "I don't know what to do! There are so many fragrances, such as the fragrance of plants and trees, musk, Hanxiang, incense, letter incense, and medicinal fragrance. According to the shape, it can be divided into thread incense, coil incense and incense pills. , the family uses incense sticks, which are called Xinxiang or sacrificial incense according to worshiping gods, Buddhas or ancestors."

"Xinxiang is not difficult to make, everyone can do it, and it can't be sold at a high price. More importantly, you can't find a suitable place to sell it."

This is true, if you sell it to Dongshi, the prices offered by those profiteers will be impressive; if you sell it loosely, you won't be able to sell the quantity.

Fan Laoshi thought for a while, but he still didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the baby: "If you want to sell at a good price and can sell the quantity, you can only sell it in front of the Daxingshan Temple in Jingshanfang. There is only one problem, the Daxingshan Temple , why are you allowed to sell it?"

I'm so worried!

Early the next morning, after washing up and eating plain steamed cakes, Fan Zheng hurriedly walked towards Jingshanfang.

I don't believe it, how hard is it to set up a stall and sell incense?

Damn, even though they are all in Wannian County, this road is really a waste of time.

Daxingshan Temple, the largest temple in Chang'an, occupies an entire square, and the main hall is the size of the imperial temple of the Sui Dynasty!

After the mountain gate, the buildings on the central axis are Tianwang Hall, Daxiong Hall, Zhuanlun Sutra Hall, Avalokitesvara Hall, East and West Meditation Halls, Dharma Halls, more than [-] halls and monks' dormitories, where the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are solemn.

Bhikkhus only practice meditation, novice monks pay homage to the Buddha, and believers offer incense to each other.

The Zhike monk didn't even bother to pay attention to someone like Fan Zheng who couldn't even afford a few cents for incense, let alone talk to him.

Buddhism is vast, and people who are not destined for it will not be crossed.

Kaiyuan Tongbao is that fate.

Except for some forbidden places and squatters, Daxingshan Temple can't help people wandering around.

Forbidden places, of course, include the Temple of the Repository of Sutras.

But the open space in front of the Zhuanlun Buddhist scriptures hall does not count.

On the futon in front of the open space, the dark-skinned temple master Bopo tried his best to explain the "Prajna Lantern", and Duvina Xuanmo supplemented and explained Bopo from time to time.

There is no way, Bopo is originally a native of Central Tianzhu, a Kshatriya, and it is already a great thing to be able to translate scriptures. It is really impossible to completely conform to the native style of the Tang Dynasty.

Not only is Popo unable to do it, but few people in later generations can do it, or how did the "translated style" spread?
In the third year of Zhenguan, Bopo received an edict, and together with Huicheng, Huizhen, Falin, Xuanmo and others, entered Daxingshan Temple to preside over it. Huicheng passed away in the fourth year of Zhenguan, and Huizhen left Daxingshan Temple. The master of the temple has withdrawn from the translation of scriptures, and only Xuan Mo is with Popo.

"Putting apart all distinctions, eradicating all jokes. Able to uproot the root, skillfully speak the truth. In a non-verbal environment, establish words well and securely. Destroy evil, wisdom and delusion. This is the first ritual of Jiji..."

Potbellied officials and merchants were fascinated by it, and I don't know how many people really listened to it and really understood the deep meaning.

"Cultivating blessings does not mean cultivating the Dao, but only saying that cultivating blessings is the way. Giving and offering blessings are boundless, and the three evil elements in the heart are created..." Fan Zheng couldn't help but sneer.

Bo Po stopped to lecture, and stared at Fan Zheng with piercing eyes.

The monks outside the hall wanted to drive away the rude and arrogant people who disturbed the temple master, but Xuan Mo waved his hand lightly, got up and went to Fan Zheng's side, and greeted him together: "Layman deeply understands the true meaning of my Buddhism, please enter the tea room and wait a moment, the temple master will speak After finishing the scriptures, you should ask the lay masters for advice."

An old man in sixties with sharp eyes snorted coldly: "What is Duvina doing so politely? There is a yellow-mouthed kid on the left and right, let him stay, how dare he not listen?"

The words are correct, but the attitude of relying on the old and selling the old is disgusting.

Fan Zheng knew his identity, so it was impossible to block him, so he could only ask with a smile: "Amitabha, may I ask, is this the abbot of Daxingshan Temple?"

The old man snorted angrily, and turned his head away from Fan Zheng.

Xuan Mo shook his head lightly, motioned Fan Zheng to stop talking, and led him into the tea room to sit.

"This is the original landscape of Longshou, and it is used by those who flow slowly in the Ruquan stone ground; its boiling is like fish eyes, and the slight sound is the first boiling; The amount of hydration, adjust it with salt; first boil the water, and discard the foam..."

As for ingredients with strong flavors such as scallions and ginger, they are indeed not in line with the Buddhist precepts, so this part of the seasoning is simply discarded.

Xuanmo sighed lightly: "The one just now is Xiao Yu, the Duke of the Song Dynasty, who is currently Tejin. His Majesty bestowed a poem, 'Know the strong grass in the wind, and the honest minister in the stern'. He is strict and upright, and he will not tolerate the shortcomings of others. Let it be tolerated by laymen. .”

Oh, this uncle of the former dynasty has become a loyal minister of this dynasty. He is good at relying on the old and selling the old. He is quite dissatisfied with the servant Fang Xuanling.

Two quarters of an hour later, the master of Popo Temple walked into the tea room slowly, and said in a congratulatory manner: "Amitabha! The lay Buddhist has a deep relationship with the Buddha, do you intend to be a disciple of the poor monk?"

Fan Zheng grinned: "Monk, forgive me, the villain's fate is not over yet, and he still has to roll around in the world of mortals."

The word monk, at this time, only a great virtue can afford it, just like the current princess does not accompany the wine.

"It's just a dog in the fly camp, how can it be qualified to enter the Buddhist sect?" Xiao Yu came in afterward, humming out of his nostrils.

(End of this chapter)