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Chapter 574 Amitabha, Poor Monk Fahai

Xiangyang is located at the confluence of various rivers beside the Han River. If you follow the river, you can reach another smaller city, Hannan, in one day and reach Jingling in two days. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

Since the Jiangdu Rebellion, the situation in various places has also undergone drastic changes.

Those who were already hegemonic and proclaimed themselves kings and emperors took advantage of the situation to expand their territory. Those who were originally Sui officials or were taking a wait-and-see attitude, rose up to separate themselves and became local forces to protect their urban and rural homes.

Xiangyang's Qian Duguan is a typical example. Shuangdao Qian Duguan is the leader of the Hanshui Sect. He is between good and evil, and he has face in both black and white.

Of course, these are his apparent identities. In fact, he is a disciple of the Yingui Sect, a prefecture-level disciple on the same level as Chang Zhen, Fa Nan, and You Qiuyan.

When the news of Yang Guang's death came, Qian Duguan came under public scrutiny and was elected as a leader by the local wealthy gentry and gangs. He drove away the original Xiangyang governor, formed his own militia, and took over the governance of Xiangyang.

Qian Duguan knew that he did not have the strength to conquer the world, but at this time when the world was in turmoil and the world was in chaos, he could still stick to Xiangyang and act on his own without looking at anyone else's face. king.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Buddhism from outside has taken root in the Central Plains, and has developed and grown in Central China for hundreds of years. After the rise of the Sui Dynasty, Buddhism even took the lead in the White Way, becoming a powerful force influencing the general trend of the world.

Xiangyang is located in a strategic location between the north and the south. It was also a place where Buddhist incense flourished in the past.

Ganquan Temple in Xiangyang was built by monk Huiyuan during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. There is a Ganquan Cave behind it. The rocks are rugged and the spring water comes out of the mouth of the stone dragon. It is extremely sweet and refreshing.

The curtains of the carriage were slightly opened, but the female family members inside did not peek their heads. They just looked out the window with a pair of bright eyes, and then asked the scribe.

Buddhism is very popular in this world, and there are not a few officials and their families who believe in Buddhism.

Outside a carriage that had not passed the stone bridge, a young scholar came and bowed to greet him.

It happened that in such windy and rainy weather, more than half of the carriages and horses had passed, and it was unrealistic for the rest to go back now.

After Qian Duguan actually took control of Xiangyang, he attracted various forces and also attached great importance to the local Buddhism.

Fortunately, the groom reacted quickly and passed the horse in time, without causing any loss of men or horses.

Fortunately, there were many guards accompanying this trip, and they all worked together to repair the stone bridge. In addition, some people went to Ganquan Temple and asked the temple to send people to help repair the bridge.

However, because half of the bluestone bridge turned sideways, it became difficult for the carriages and horses to travel. There is only one bluestone left on the stone bridge, so it is no problem to drive a horse across it. However, there are many horse-drawn carriages in the women's team, making it difficult to pass.

"Mrs. Qing'er!"

However, there are unpredictable weather conditions. It was sunny when we went out, but by the time we reached the foot of Xian Mountain, it was already drizzling. The mountain road was difficult to travel and the road was slippery in rainy days.

Despite the troubled times, the land of Xiangyang is peaceful, and social gatherings among officials and their families are still popular. Just today, many female relatives of aristocratic families in Xiangyang City went on an outing and went to Ganquan Temple to offer incense.

The scribe bowed and said, "The roads are slippery due to the rain, and the stone bridge has also been in disrepair for a long time. This time, half of it collapsed. There are no craftsmen among the people we brought, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to repair it in the near future."

There are many streams and winding mountain roads in Xian Mountain, and there are many bluestone bridges that are less than ten feet long. I don’t know whether it was due to disrepair or a landslide. When a certain Xiangyang noble woman passed by with her carriage and horse, a bluestone slab about ten feet long suddenly slipped.

"Mr. Zheng, how's the situation?"

"Zheng Shuming, there's no problem, right?"

Mrs. Qing in the carriage was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice.

The young scribe turned to look at the other carriage ahead, and after a moment he turned back and replied: "Master Zheng didn't say anything. However, today we were originally here to accompany her on an outing to relax her mood, but something like this happened. The situation, I think she will not be in a good mood." "Mrs. Qing, since Jiang Ba's death, Mrs. Zheng has been gathering Dajiang Alliance men to hunt down Ba Fenghan, hoping to avenge Jiang Ba. This woman is determined, I'm afraid not Just win over and befriend him, and you can make him come back to his heart."

"I know this, but sincerity can penetrate even a drop of water..."

Mrs. Qing in the carriage lowered the curtains as she spoke, her voice gradually becoming fainter.

An inexplicable emotion flashed in the young scribe's eyes, and he turned to look at Mrs. Zheng's carriage, with a look of love in his eyes.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse... You can live your whole life in the misty rain..."

Just when the troops and horses stopped and the guards and servants were repairing the bridge in the rain, bursts of singing suddenly came from the forests of Xian Mountain. The long and clear whistle made people's hearts move when they heard it, and they unconsciously looked towards the place where the singing came from.

In the hazy mountain forest, a figure carrying a bamboo basket appeared in everyone's sight.

This is a monk, a monk holding an umbrella and rushing on the road. He looks very ordinary, but he is also an extremely unusual monk.

The mountain road was slippery, and even mountaineers who often went up the mountain to collect herbs had to be careful when walking under such conditions. When this monk appeared, he was walking as fast as flying, and he obviously had great skills.

When the monk came closer, there were waves of exclamations, just because this monk looked... so good.

The monk who appeared was wearing a white robe that was usually colorless. He had an extremely handsome appearance and an aloof temperament.

This monk gives people a very special feeling as soon as he appears. There is always a clean smile on the corner of his mouth, with a touch of majesty, giving people a kind of profoundness that they want to get close to but are rejected thousands of miles away. A sense of unpredictability.

"It turns out that wind and rain destroyed the bridge and blocked the way."

The monk came to the scene to see the situation, then he jumped over, stepped on the slope with both feet, and after a very graceful spin, he landed firmly on the lower side of the broken stone bridge.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

After landing on the ground, the monk pronounced a Buddha's name, clasped his hands and said: "Dear donors, it is not safe to walk in the rain. You are stuck here and repairing the bridge in the rain, and you must be in a hurry. The poor monk Fahai is willing to help you."

"Master, I'm Zheng Shiru."

At this time, the young scribe who had met Mrs. Qing before came forward and asked: "I dare to ask the master, but he comes from Ganquan Temple on Xian Mountain."

"The poor monk is just a wandering monk, and he is preparing to go to Ganquan Temple to stay."

However, this very good-looking monk shook his head. Hearing Zheng Shiru's self-declaration that his family had no unusual features, it actually made the young scribe take a few more glances.

"This rainy day is humid, and you are more likely to get sick after being exposed to the rain. It is better to ask the poor monk to help you earlier to prevent you from getting cold."

The monk in white had no intention of continuing to talk to Zheng Shiru, but was more concerned about the situation of the collapsed bridge and the people who repaired it.

"Everyone, please step aside."

The monk spoke to the servants who were repairing the bridge below, and then the latter jumped down.

(End of this chapter)