Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

( ) "I know how to do it."

Liang Le, the owner of Fengle Building, said in a deep voice: "We will have to trouble the Imperial City to come forward at that time."

Zhang Ruhui smiled and said, "Naturally. When that day comes, the host will send someone to the Shangqing Baolu Palace to look for me. Just keep in mind that Mr. Tongzhen has nothing to do with this matter."

Looking at Zhang Ruhui's smile, Liang Le suddenly realized: "If it happens, as long as Mr. Tongzhen has something to do, Mr. Liang needs someone, money and money, and it is his duty."

"The landlord has such kindness for the Shenxiao sect. I will set up a longevity tablet in the Shangqing Baolu Palace when I go back. A disciple of the Shenxiao sect often prays for the landlord." Zhang Ruhui laughed and said: "Right now, Shenxiao is going to be built everywhere. The palace has the full support of Master Liang, so it will get twice the result with half the effort." <The longing has already made Liang Le forget about other things, not to mention that the officials are now very fond of Lin Lingsu and even the Shenxiao faction. Liang Le can build on this relationship. It is also a great thing for Fengle Building.

So Liang Le raised the wine glass in his hand, and used this cup of Meishou to form an alliance with the Shenxiao faction to deal with Ximen Qing who had just arrived. <! "

As soon as Liang Le said this, Zhang Ruhui laughed knowingly

On the second day, Ximen Qing got up early, and there was no servant girl by his side, so he had to finish washing himself, and walked out of the room. He saw Wu Song sitting on a chair in the courtyard, and Sun Erniang was combing his hair behind Wu Song.

"I don't know when Xueer, Liuniang, Huayuerong and the others will be able to come to this kind of day. It may take another month." Ximen Qing thought to himself: "When Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, buys the mansion, it is better to buy the mansion first. It would be better to hire a few maids and servants.”

This is Sun Erniang, seeing Ximen Qing coming out, she kept her hands in her hands, raised her head and smiled and said: "If you have any clothes to be washed, you might as well leave them to the servants. If you want to come for ten days and a half months, you may not be able to find a house you like." It’s inconvenient not to have a waiter around the shop.”

"It's not very convenient to live in an inn." Wu Song also said with a smile: "I hope Mr. Jiang can find a suitable mansion soon."

Ximen Qing looked around, but there was no trace of Jiang Jing: "Mr. Jiang went out so early?"

"Isn't that so?" Erniang Sun nodded and said, "Mr. Jiang got up earlier than me. He said he was going to the south of the city to look at the mansion, and then went to Mahang Street to look at the shops. The burden was on him alone."< , now it's time to contribute. Have you ever seen the third brother? "

"When we came back last night, the third brother was still missing." Wu Song stretched out his hand and pointed to Shiqian's room over there: "I fell off the wall just now when I was practicing boxing, and I don't know where I was. One night, my face was full of satisfaction and exhaustion, and now I am sleeping soundly."

"Third brother won't really go to the imperial city?" Ximen Qing shook his head: "It's good to come back safely no matter what."

After Wu Song finished washing, he and Ximen Qing and Sun Erniang went to the front to have breakfast, and tidied up their bodies. Ximen Qing and Wu Song took the badge of the Imperial City Secretary, took some copper coins, and headed west first. Dabaoguo Temple came.

Since handing over all the money around him to Jiang Jing, Ximen Qing has been at ease, but Jiang Jing took the money from Sun Erniang carefully, and left it to Sun Erniang when he went out.

Daxiangguo Temple is really not an ordinary place to go. In the early morning, there is a lot of traffic and people's voices. Ximenqing can see the courtyard wall of Daxiangguo Temple from a distance, and he can't see the end from left to right, so he knows that this temple really occupies the word "big".

In fact, the reason why the name of Daxiangguo Temple has the word "big" is because it is the first royal temple that opened for the country.

Whenever overseas monks came to Tokyo, most of the officials ordered Daxiangguo Temple to receive them, and envoys from all over the world came to Bianliang, and they must also visit the temple for sightseeing.

"Since the Daxiangguo Temple was opened 500 years ago, it has been widely worshiped and rebuilt several times." Wu Song also said with emotion: "The Taizu of this dynasty suffered a fire and was rebuilt again. It took six or seven years to repair it. Every The scale of each reconstruction is getting bigger and bigger, and the name of Daxiangguo Temple is known all over the world."

"I think my second brother also visited Daxiangguo Temple when he was in Tokyo." Ximen Qing asked casually when he saw the majestic palace with red walls and green tiles in front of him.

Although Wu Song didn't say it directly, it was obvious that he had stayed in Bianliang, Tokyo for a long time before, and studied art in the Fuzhong of a certain mysterious figure.

Of course, according to the old Qin head of Qinjia Village, there is a high probability that he is the legendary Zhou Tong.

"Shuangzhong Yuanzhen is one of the eight scenic spots in Bianjing, so you can't miss it." Wu Song said with a smile: "Shuangzhong is the largest bronze bell in Daxiangguo Temple. The sound can be heard throughout the city, and everyone in Bianliang wakes up to start a new day after hearing the bell."

Hearing what Wu Song said, Ximen Qing remembered that he heard the bell before dawn in the morning. Of course, for Ximen Qing, he covered his head with a quilt and ignored it at all.

"So that's the case, I thought I heard it wrong." Ximen Qing smiled, and walked to the temple side by side with Wu Song.

Now that we came to Daxiangguo Temple, we couldn't escape the common customs. Ximenqing and Wu Song also got some incense candles, and first came to the Temple of Heavenly Kings, where there was a seated Maitreya Buddha statue in the middle, with benevolent eyebrows and smiling face, sitting on the lotus pot.

Beside them are Guangmu, Duowen, Zengchang, and Chiguo, the four heavenly kings, their round eyes are wide open, staring at a tiger, and they are full of immortal weapons in their hands.

It's not surprising that Ximenqing looked at it. To be honest, from ancient times to the present, for thousands of years, monks' temples have always worshiped this kind of thing, but the carving work is getting worse and worse.

Wu Song laughed when he saw this: "These birdmen are still the same as last time, they haven't changed much, but there are more evils in the world, and I don't see these birdmen making a move. Is there any use for the pestle here? "

Ximen Qing smiled and didn't make any comments. When he and Wu Song were about to go to the Daxiong Palace, someone beside him said: "This little brother is so right! The things about Shimen are all bluffing. What mana?"

Hearing this, Wu Song turned his head to look, but he was an ordinary man in his thirties, wearing green clothes and empty-handed. If you look for this kind of person on the street, you can find thirty or forty out of 30 people. Really unremarkable character.

"Could this person be an unborn hero?" Ximen Qing squinted his eyes, thinking to himself, but seeing that this person was really an ordinary person among ordinary people, he couldn't see anything with a quick glance, so he tried Asked: "I'm waiting for my brother to visit here, just talking nonsense, where are you from?"

But the man bowed his head and said politely: "You two are people who understand, why bother to ask me about my origin? Buddhism is a deceptive thing, if you two are interested, why don't you go to the Shangqing Baolu Palace to pay homage."

Ximenqing saw this person dressed in ordinary clothes, but at this time saluted in a Taoist style, and thinking of Lin Lingsu he met last night, he couldn't help laughing: "Are you a disciple of the Shenxiao sect? How did you get to Daxiangguo?" The temple is here to solicit customers?"

"Seeing the words spoken by the two of you, the impoverished man naturally doesn't believe Shimen's bluff, so he came up to talk, so how can he be soliciting?" The man was not angry when Ximen Qing exposed his identity, but explained in a low voice After a while, he said: "Mr. Tongzhen Daling, you two should have heard of the name? The Baolu Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty was bestowed on Mr. Tongzhen Daling by the current officials. In the future, it is natural to restrain the Buddha and promote the Tao. Attitude."

Wu Song laughed and said, "Even if Shimen is like this, how good is Taoism? The real masters of Taoism are not born, just like Luo Zhenren from Erxian Mountain who jumped out and waved the banner. None of them has real talent Practical."

The man heard Wu Song's words, and said with a "hum", "If Master Luo has real talent and learning, why doesn't he go down the mountain to assist the officials? The two of you are retiring."

Ximen Qing smiled and shook his head. What does this ant-like figure have to do with him?Zihe Wu Song turned around and went to the Daxiong Palace.

Behind him, the man had already found other targets, posted them and said in a low voice: "Does this man know about the Shangqing Baolu Palace?"

Ximen Qing and Wu Song left the Hall of Heavenly Kings, Wu Song couldn't help laughing and said: "This Lin Lingsukong is a cultivator, and he used such a dirty method to secretly send disciples to the temple to solicit customers, it's really funny! "

"Believers always believe in it." Ximen Qing shook his head lightly and said, "Ordinary people, do you care if you are a Buddhist or a Taoist? As long as you tell them that it will be beneficial, they will naturally come to hug their thighs one by one, whether it is Daxiangguo Temple or Shangqingbao Lu Palace, everyone has to pay homage."

"This Lin Lingsu may not be able to achieve any effect with such means."

Ximen Qing was originally interested in visiting the Daxiangguo Temple, but when he was disturbed by the disguised Taoist of the Shenxiao sect, he lost his mind.

He and Wu Song came to the Daxiong Palace, put the incense candles hastily, and did not even worship, so they found a monk and asked the direction of the vegetable garden.

The monk rolled his eyes after hearing this and said, "How can I know where that kind of monk is? If the benefactor really wants to find it, he can go to Xundu Temple and ask."

"Master, do you dare to ask where is the capital temple?" Seeing that the monk was so impatient, Ximen Qing felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he suppressed his anger and asked politely.

"The Dusi patrols around the temple on weekdays, how does the little monk know?" The monk deliberately shook the sesame oil book in his hand, pretending to be blackmailing: "If the benefactor really wants to, you can add something to the sesame oil book. The little monk can't say I just remembered"

"This monk is worse than the Taoist just now!"

Ximen Qing was thinking secretly, and said angrily, "You are a monk who is cultivating in Shimen, how can you open your mouth and shut it up without the stink of copper?"

"Don't talk nonsense, benefactor." Seeing that Ximen Qing had no intention of paying, the monk sneered and said, "Don't you need to repair the golden body of the Buddha? Don't you need to eat for the thousands of monks in Daxiangguo Temple? If the benefactor has no intention , that’s all, wherever you come from, wherever you go!”

"This bald donkey wants to be beaten!"

Wu Song beside Ximen Qing yelled loudly, and threw his fist in the air, hitting the monk in the face!

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter [-] The disciples of the Shenxiao Sect in Daxiangguo Temple:

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