A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 52

Grandma Zheng looked at the fledgling little girl, her half-scarred face that had not been clad in jade, although it sealed her aura, it could not conceal her ambition.

The old lady was secretly startled, and sighed on her face,

"The old man has been living in the country for a long time, and he has no heirs. He has no intention of career. So what about repairing water conservancy and opening up wasteland to gain fame? When the coffin is finalized after death, most of the history books are narrow-minded people like Wei Shou. , Discrediting the white, Zhang Guan Li wears the merits of greedy heaven. Even if the fortifications are built, they will be destroyed by the war, it is better to sit and eat the mountains, some people deserve to die, and it is a waste of medicinal materials to save them."

Grandma Zheng, who was at the age of Xuanche, spoke softly, but every sound she uttered was clear and resounding.

The previous ones were all premeditated nonsense, but the last sentence was Grandma Zheng's real thoughts, and it was also beating her.

Obviously the old lady has seen everything, including her selfishness.

In front of this octogenarian grandma, Yuan Wuyou was really a newborn calf, as if naked and seen through, he felt deeply small and powerless.

The granddaughter didn't say anything else, and suppressed the burning heat on her cheeks, and nodded in agreement as if she had learned a lesson:
"Grandma's words are reasonable, but it's because the granddaughter is young and has low experience, so she didn't think of this."

Yuan Wuyou followed the guards and sent Mrs. Zheng out of the crowd, took a pony and had nothing to do, and slipped back to the foot of the medicine mountain.

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It's time for Yu.

There was a group of people outside the Nuba Temple, who seemed to be robbing something, making noise and order.Yuan Wuyou who passed by was quite surprised, what's the matter, the nun has appeared?

As soon as she stopped to watch, someone suddenly ran past her like a gust of wind, and turned around and shouted behind her:

"Follow up! It's too late, the Master Living Buddha's anti-epidemic elixir will be sold out!"

This sentence nearly blown Yuan Wuyou's mind.

Do the words "Master Living Buddha", "Pandemic Elixir" and "Sold Out" match?

But if it's within Qi State, she thinks nothing is impossible.

With the mood of watching and learning, Yuan Wuyou walked over to have a look: the front of the Hanba Temple, which had been scattered before, now had a Dharma platform three feet high, with two lotus futons on the bottom, and two monks sitting on it.

A white and fat monk with a square face, and a little Taoist boy with combs and combs sit on the ground to distribute medicine, one holds a merit box, the other holds an alms bowl, and there is a cloth bag next to it. continued.

These two monks saw that the rich received more money, the poor received less, and there were old ladies who were poor, and they were all gone. They knelt down and kowtowed:

"Excuse me, mage...I don't have any money, please give me some medicine?"

Can you do it without money?The monk ordered the people behind to drag the old woman down, so as not to delay the people in line behind.

This scene was seen by the girl in black horse and white clothes a few feet away.Yuan Wuyou raised his eyebrows when he saw it, if you are a true monk, why do you regard human life as something that can be bought by poverty?
This is diametrically opposed to the original intention and teachings of Sakyamuni Buddha.On the outside, he is wearing a Zen robe, but he is a businessman seeking fame and fortune. It is selfish to worsen the gods and Buddhas. It is no wonder that the Southern Dynasty fell and Emperor Wu of Wei wanted to destroy the Buddhas.

Before the hottest time in early summer, there is already a trend of drought.

These people, who were almost out of food, were willing to believe in the so-called panacea, digging out the money hidden in the soles of their shoes to offer to the gods and Buddhas.

The believers on the inner three floors and the outer three floors surrounded the monks and Taoism tightly.

Yuan Wuyou gently separated from the crowd, went up to him and asked:

"May I ask Master, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, why do you divide money from people into rich and poor? Since you give up medicine to drive away epidemics and claim to be a living Buddha, why do you pursue fame and fortune?"

The two monks in the front row were doing business in full swing, when a female voice suddenly came to disrupt the situation, they couldn't help but follow the sound to watch.

The white-clothed girl was full of scars, and her face was like a yaksha, but she had a clear and hearty voice. Even though her tone was calm, every word and every word of her words reached the ears of all the believers.

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, only whispering.

The great monk frowned immediately, and he was not polite to her, "Where did you come from? Beishan Taoist came to make trouble?"

When Yuan Wuyou heard the words, he felt it was ridiculous. Why didn't this monk reprimand her for disrespecting gods and Buddhas, and the first thing he thought of was that his colleagues were disrupting the situation?

"Do you also compete in this business? Although I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, I know that the Sanqing only needs clay sculptures, but the Buddha needs gold plating. In troubled times, the old way goes down the mountain to hang pots to help the world, and the prosperous Buddha opens the door to make a lot of money."

Before the little girl finished speaking, she heard a loud shout from the back of her head: "Who is making trouble here? Master Longdeng is here and still won't give way!"

That loud voice was like a thunderbolt, and it sounded suddenly from behind, frightening Yuan Wuyou so much that Shuntian Linggai rushed to his spine, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body. He thought that if he had a nightmare at night, he would have to let Xiao Shi Call her Hun'er.

Well, she doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but in her ancestors and Baojiaxian.

Yuan Wuyou followed the split crowd, turned around and retreated, only to see a Samana surrounded by monks and soldiers a few feet away.

From a distance, among the crowds of people, there is a shining moon, no, that is a shiny forehead!
Following the steps of the shadowy crowd, through the gaps, you can see a few dazzling pieces of gold and silver strands, inlaid with beads and embellished with jade.

The first thing that catches the eye is this eminent monk wearing a brocade cassock. The monk only covers his left shoulder to cover his armpits, and the left side is closed and the right side is long and cut over the waist.The clothing is assembled into a pleated skirt, and the belt is tied with a sash.

Although this eminent monk is short in stature, he walks in square steps and wears a large sleeve with wind in his hands when he walks, which is quite aura.Wherever it passed, the people shouted "Dragon Lantern Master" and "Living Buddha" and worshiped.

When he got close, Yuan Wuyou could see that this eminent monk had a big square face, two crouching silkworm eyebrows that made his dharma look solemn, his big ears turned toward his chest, his face was full of red light, and the most eye-catching thing was that he was holding a whisk in his hand!
Yuan Wuyou gave in as soon as she saw the whisk, she just angrily reprimanded the Samana for exalting Taoism, did she cry at the wrong grave?

Behind this eminent monk, followed by a tall and tall man in red robes, followed by armored guards with knives.

"Hearing that Master Longdeng's magical medicine is effective, Xiao Wang is here to ask for it."

What came out was a deep and thick beautiful voice.

The man in the red robe clasped his hands together and bowed in salute. Whether it was words or expressions, his posture was pious and his tone was sincere.

This eminent monk is also a surprising figure who can make the femme fatale and the king of Hades, King Ande of the Great Qi Kingdom, keep his temper in such a low-key manner.

But the Living Buddha didn't take it seriously, he stepped on the wooden stairs and went up to the Dharma altar. The nine-foot wooden altar with table and stools rose from the ground.

On the back, there are innate gossip printed on cinnabar yellow paper, and the six-character mantra is written on it. On one side are the "Diamond Sutra", "Shurangama Mantra" and other Dharani mantras, and on the other side is the Qimen Dunjia's life-injury Du Jingshi who was shocked... All are written by the master himself.

　Great Priest Wang Lama (bushi) of Shaolin Temple Office in Wudang Mountain

　　
　
(End of this chapter)