Pingyang Fu of the Red Chamber

Chapter 360 Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple
The surrounding soldiers gathered around, drew their weapons, and held long knives, and they would kill the monks who dared to make any inappropriate move.

Ningbian directly put the long knife on the neck of Master Fahai. If this person made the slightest move, his head would definitely fall to the ground. The personal guards then surrounded him further and went straight towards the abbot and the young novice monk. They were all pointed with knives. How had the young novices ever seen such a formation, facing the shining long knives.

They were all trembling with fear and unconsciously moved closer together. Only the monk guarding the door looked over without changing his expression and secretly held the long stick in his hand.

"Hold on, young master, what do you mean by stopping me?"

Zhang Jinyu did not expect that something unexpected had happened. She looked at the abbot Fahai in front of her and asked tentatively.

Suddenly, Zhang Jinyu felt that the monk's Buddhist name in front of him felt familiar. The sea of ​​​​fa, the sea is boundless, but this man was very courageous, and he dared to use this Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, wait a minute, donor. I don't have any ill intentions. I am blocking the donor because he has put too much money into the merit tower. Don't be greedy."

Fahai's blocking hand did not move, and he explained the reason without changing his face. Zhang Jinyu took the silver note back into his hand, pointed at the two spiritual tablets in Lin Daiyu's arms,

"Young Master, you are mistaken. The people I want to enshrine are two people, so the merit calculation is correct. It is 2 taels of silver."

"Amitabha, the donor didn't understand. It's the monk's fault. He didn't explain it clearly. All the people enshrined in this merit pagoda are men, and there are no women in it. Therefore, the donor puts down a banknote to correspond to one person's merit."

Zhang Jinyu paused and looked over. Master Fahai had a resolute look on his face, was tall, and had ring scars on his bald head. He must be of the same generation as the monk I just learned about. Buddhist worship is divided into men and women. This was the first time I had heard of it. Abbot Xuanci beside him spoke now;

"Amitabha, please forgive me. Hanshan Temple has always been dedicated to men. It has never enshrined women's spiritual tablets. If you want to worship women, there is a nunnery at the top of the back mountain, Panxiang Temple, where women's spiritual tablets can be enshrined. .”

When Zhang Jinyu heard this explanation, she also felt inappropriate. She didn't expect that monks are divided into men and women, and the offerings are also divided into men and women. She had no choice but to turn her head and look at Lin Daiyu,
"Yu'er, do you think they should be worshiped separately?"

Although Lin Daiyu was reluctant to leave, she seemed to know that it was wrong, so she only handed over the tablet of her father Lin Ruhai.

"Since there are already rules, let's follow them."

Zhang Jinyu nodded, took the spiritual tablet, and put another silver note into the merit box. Fahai said the Buddha's name without stopping him. He respectfully took the token and sent it to the top of the merit tower himself.

When Lin Daiyu saw her father's memorial tablet being brought in, she felt sad for a moment and her eyes turned red. When the girls saw it, they hurried over to comfort her.

Zhang Jinyu signaled to Ning Bian and others to put away the long sword. The guards behind him no longer surrounded the abbot and the young novice monks, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"Abbott, don't blame me. My brothers are ignorant. The memorial tablet of my father-in-law needs to be taken care of by your temple."

Abbot Xuanci bowed slightly and responded;

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I must remember that there are disciples in the Ming Pagoda every day. Cleaning each floor after entering is a daily homework. There will be no one to take care of it."

"That's good, so I won't disturb you too much. Let's go to Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple."

Zhang Jinyu didn't see anything in this place. It was far different from the palace and his own house. It was getting late, so it was better to settle the mother-in-law's spiritual tablet.

"Congratulations to Lord Marquis."

People had just walked through the Forest of Buddhists when they saw a huge white jade-like stone wall at the entrance of the Forest of Buddhists. There were many poems on it. It seemed that the literati and poets who came to pay homage to the Buddha had written on it, but they were just left behind. Poems are written all around, but there is no one in the huge blank space in the middle.

It seems like he has no qualifications.

Zhang Jinyu was very interested. She picked up the huge brush left below, dipped it in the special paint below, and was about to write a poem. The Zhike monk, the abbot, and others who were following behind him were far away from the old man. The Zhike monk wanted to stop him, but was unable to do so. Was stopped by Abbot Xuanci,
"Dharma Yuan, step back."

"Abbott, those are poems written by famous talents from all over the world. No one has dared to write in the middle. What can be written must be poems that are famous throughout the ages, and the paint cannot be wiped off."

In addition to not believing that Wu Xun could compose poems, Fa Yuan was also afraid that his calligraphy would not be good. He would not be able to use such a large brush if he did not have a few years of skills. It seemed that Hanshan Temple would be in trouble if word spread.

At this time, Zhang Jinyu took up his pen and wrote the eternally famous poem of Blue Star in thin gold calligraphy,

"Maple Bridge at Night"

The sky is full of frost and moon, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, the bell to the passenger ship at midnight.

Write the signature, Zhang Jinyu, Marquis of Luoyun, in Jiangnan.
Throw down the brush and leave calmly with everyone.

When Zhang Jinyu led the people towards the back mountain, the abbot led the people to see him off. Abbot Xuanci stood silently under the white jade wall, looking at the poems he had written, and thought to himself, Hanshan Temple may not be able to pay off the karma. .

This kind of font has become a masterpiece of its own. I have never seen such a charming font, and no one in Dawu can match it.At this time, Fayuan asked from behind,
"Abbott, the Marquis's guards were too barbaric just now. They even used the knife in the empty gate, which is disrespectful to the Buddha. It's really disrespectful."

"Fa Yuan, go back and think about your mistakes behind closed doors. I have indulged you a little. Go back."

After speaking, Abbot Xuanci took the young novice back to the abbot's monastery.

In addition to the poems, there was also a sudden uneasiness in my heart, not because of Luo Yunhou's barbarism, but because of the suspicion of the women behind Luo Yunhou. Those women who did not worship the Buddha must have other gods. Taoism does not After being born, there are few Xuan Guan who travel around the world. It can only be Amitabha!
Abbot Xuanci said the Buddha's name in his heart, hoping not, Dawu could not withstand the turmoil, and kept silent deep in his heart.

After leaving the back mountain, the women, especially Lin Daiyu, have been silently reciting the poem just now, with twinkling eyes. They never thought that Mr. Lang had such literary talent. This poem will definitely be famous throughout the ages, and maybe it will become famous all over the south of the Yangtze River overnight.

The left guardians of the Taiping Sect who were hiding in the dense forest at the back of the mountain waited until the Marquis left with his troops, then got up from the path and returned to the Jushi Forest. Their luggage and weapons were not taken out.

After passing the Discipline Hall and returning to the Jushi Forest, Zuo Feng was also looking around. All the soldiers from Hanshan Temple had withdrawn. They must have followed Marquis Luo Yun and came to the foot of the white jade wall. When he looked up, there was a figure in the middle. The poem, judging from the signature, turned out to be written by Luo Yunhou.

Zuo Feng became interested and walked over to see what good verses Wu Xun could write. He came closer to take a look and saw the beautiful calligraphy in his hand, and then he started to read.
"The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiangfeng and fishing fires are facing melancholy. Outside the Hanshan Temple in Gusu City, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship. This is a poem written by Luo Yunhou. How is it possible?"

The hall master behind him had no intention of reading this poem. The sound of a boat and the ringing of bells was not the Hanshan Temple.

"Dharma protector, what's wrong? It's just a broken poem, and it's written about Hanshan Temple. If it were me, I could write it. I'd add thousands of incense to the temple, and the monk would be full and full."

"You bastard, you can call it a poem? You are just a shun. Even you can tell that it is written by Hanshan Temple. How can those literati know that there are so many talented people in the world? Good luck, good luck."

Protector Zuo Feng suddenly showed a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. In the past, he looked down on people in the world, but now there are many heroes. The Taiping Sect will naturally grow stronger and do justice for heaven. Those corrupt officials will inevitably end badly.

Zhang Jinyu led the troops in front. The road in the back mountain was much more rugged. Everyone walked carefully. After about a cup of tea, they turned out to be slightly lower than the ones in front. On the hilltop diagonally behind Hanshan Temple, there was an ancient temple looming behind the forest. In the sky above the temple, there were several faint streaks of smoke rising in several places.

"Ningbian, take someone to knock on the door. Why is the mountain door still closed in broad daylight?"

"Yes, Lord Hou."

Ningbian looked over with vigilance, and then led his brothers to the mountain gate of Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple. He stretched out his hand and slapped the wooden door hard.

"Donor, please stay. There is no need to knock on the door. Our temple does not allow outsiders to enter. Donor, please come back."

A clear voice came from inside, and Ning Bian stopped knocking on the door. Little did he know that the Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple in Nuo Da did not accept pilgrims.

The people who arrived later also heard the voice at the mountain gate and looked at each other suspiciously. Lin Daiyu was a little anxious. Qin Keqing patted Lin Daiyu and signaled to be calm, and walked forward and asked;

"Mr. Lang, what should we do?"

Mrs. Wang also felt strange. She had never been here before. Looking at the walls of the temple, they were all bluestone walls with gray spots all over the walls. They must have been there for some time. Moreover, since the ancient temple is under the Buddhist family today, it needs to open the door to welcome pilgrims and offer incense and worship the Buddha. , there is no reason to turn them away.

"Madam, don't be in a hurry. You have to go in today, and you have to go in if you don't want to. There is no place I can't go."

Zhang Jinyu became curious. They were all shops. How could one be open for business while the other was closed?

"I would like to ask why your temple does not accept pilgrims today. We are all disciples of Buddha. Is it possible that there are two Buddhas and two rules? Or are you more sophisticated than the monks of Hanshan Temple and have become Buddhas and immortals?"

Qin Keqing looked over with wide eyes. He dared to be disrespectful to the Buddha. He immediately apologized for Zhang Jinyu from the bottom of his heart. Don't blame the Buddha. Don't blame the Buddha.

I thought the person behind the door had left, but that clear voice came again,
"Don't worry, donators. Buddha is where the two Buddhas came from. Our temple enshrines Guanyin, and our temple has Master Weaver of Suzhou offering sesame oil money all year round. Naturally, we don't have to worry about incense and livelihood outside, so all donors should leave. Well. If you want to pay homage to the Buddha and offer incense, you can go to Hanshan Temple in Qianshan."

Zhang Jinyu, squinting at the mountain gate, Suzhou Weaving, this is the royal cloth shop of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the people in charge are not outsiders, but people under Zhen Yingjia, the second son of the Zhen family in Jinling. What a good guy, he directly supports a temple and a nunnery. It is so deviant that even if there are people worshiping it, there is no reason why a temple should not allow pilgrims and believers to enter the mountain to offer incense.

The most important thing is why the Zhen family maintains such a large temple alone, and what is its purpose?

You can't have too much money and have no place to spend it, or maybe Wang Shuirong of Beijing is working behind the scenes. Thinking of this, Zhang Jinyu ordered;

"Ningbian, lead the brothers to surround the temple. Be careful."

"Yes, my lord,"

Ning Bian's eyes narrowed, knowing that the Marquis must have discovered something, so he immediately waved to the brothers from the Pioneer Battalion to surround Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple.

(End of this chapter)