It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

"drink!"

Zhang Yang once watched the legend of Shaolin Temple in his previous life, and he was very impressed by the eighteen stick monks in it. Facing the enemy and posing in a stick formation, no devil or evildoer could escape. Watching it makes people feel excited and excited. I really wish I could survive Immersive is good.

But now that he was facing a similar situation, Zhang Yang couldn't get excited. At this time, even the most brave people felt agitated.

His hands are no match for many punches, so many people really have a lot of power!

Zhang Yang never thought that he would be defined as a demon monk. Thinking of the methods used to deal with heretics in Europe, Zhang Yang felt chills in his heart. He was really arrogant. How could he think that all this could be changed with his own strength?Numerous histories have proved that the victory of reform is made up of piles of dead bones, and Zhang Yang does not want to turn into a stepping stone.

When did I become so old-fashioned?Put yourself on the opposite side of everyone without self-protection, even if your starting point is for them, so what?Now it's not that they keep calling them evil, who can stand on their side and speak for themselves!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang was a little disheartened, why bother himself, just be a passer-by and watch, and want to be a savior, they don't need it themselves, so what's the point of doing well?

"stop!"

Zhang Yang looked gratefully at the source, but it was his master Daoyue.

Standing upright with a still thin body, his face is not as peaceful as when we first met, the disappointment in his eyes can't be concealed, are you disappointed in me?

Zhang Yang lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed. At that time, he had sworn so firmly that he would save Buddhism, but now he couldn't even protect himself and fell into a stalemate. How could he not let his master down!

"Bian Ji, you did a good job, master is very pleased!"

Zhang Yang raised his head in surprise, and saw a smiling face, the admiration in his eyes was clear at a glance.

"master!"

Zhang Yang's nose is a little sore, when everyone is hostile to him, there is one person's support, even if the strength is still weak, it can calm people's hearts.Tell yourself that you are not alone!

Zhang Yang didn't really respect himself as a cheap master. Even though he was very moved by his care for him in the past, he had a sense of closeness to him, which was also a factor that prompted him to make the decision to save Buddhism, but it didn't Feeling something special, when a person is in a different place, he will always express his dependence on those close to him.

But now, Daoyue stepped forward to stand on his side, standing on the opposite side of the entire Dazongchi Temple, no matter what the result was, this move made Zhang Yang's heart finally recognize him.

he!It's my master, Daoyue!

"Daoyue!"

The presiding abbot was a little out of control, his face was frightening, his body trembled slightly, and his fat circles made ripples, which made people dare not look directly at him.

But the strange thing is that no matter how angry he was, he still didn't say anything, looking at Daoyue with fear in his eyes.

Zhang Yang looked at Daoyue's thin back in confusion, and couldn't see anything that the abbot, the lord of the temple, should be afraid of. Could it be that he is still a hermit who flies over eaves and walls, ascends to heaven and earth, is as light as a swallow, and walks on snow A man without a trace?Could it be that my buddy has misread it, this old guy is really not an ordinary person?Zhang Yang blinked and blinked, and countless ideas came up in his mind instantly.

"Daoyue, although this son is your introductory disciple, but this son deceives the public and tarnishes the reputation of this temple, he must accept the sanction of this temple's laws and regulations! It cannot be because he violated the temple's precepts."

The abbot looked at Daoyue, although he was very afraid of him, but how could he show his timidity under the circumstances of the public and all the monks in the temple? Besides, he was the master of the temple after all, no matter how powerful he was, Daoyue I won't do anything to myself in public.The abbot is very confident.

"Shikong, do you really think that Bianji is trying to confuse the public? This is what the old monk asked him to do. Look at the things that our Buddhism has done over the years. How is it different from bandits and robbers? Don't change the way of Buddhism. Behavior, Buddhism is about to be destroyed, until now you are still obsessed with obsession, and your mind is bewitched by money, let go of emptiness, when the time comes, you will be a sinner of Buddhism!"

"Presiding abbot, Senior Brother Daoyue doesn't think of you at all!"

"That's right, food and drink are usually provided by the temple, but now it's our fault, and how much money he took for the incense money! Now he's putting on a dignified look, who is he doing it for?"

"Hey, it's not about his apprentice's debate. Junior brother Daoyue is still very good. It's just that he protects his shortcomings a little. Hey, Amitabha! Goodness, goodness!"

"You, you... all of us!"

Daoyue let out a long sigh, his eyes were gray with disillusioned faith, his flying white beard was drooping without a trace of vitality, the wrinkles on his face seemed much deeper, and the bleakness of his straight spine made Zhang Yang feel a little dejected.

This is a lovely old man, perhaps because of the pursuit of his own beliefs, he forgot how he could not be tainted with fireworks in the secular world. I hope he will not feel disillusioned like some people in later generations, living like a walking dead is meaningless, and he will commit suicide. At the beginning of the year, the old man wouldn't be so fragile and overwhelmed, right?

Zhang Yang looked worriedly at the back of Daoyue leaving, master, you have to be good. . . . . .

"Bianji, I'm leaving here for the teacher."

"Leave? Why? Where is the master going? Isn't everything subsided?"

At the criticism meeting where Bian Ji was the object of trial, Dao Yue left angrily, leaving the whole square in silence.

Daoyue's prestige in the Dazongchi Temple is much higher than that of the presiding abbot Shikong.

Before their master Master Wuchen passed away, he proposed that Daoyue be the next abbot. At that time, the Dazongchi Temple was not as famous as it is now. There were only about [-] monks in the temple. The war had just ended and the Tang Dynasty had just been established. All things are depressed and self-cultivation is not as prosperous as in the Zhenguan period. When food and clothing are not resolved, faith has become a luxury. People have no extra food and money to honor the Lord Buddha. The benefits obtained in the temple are extremely limited, and life is very difficult. poor.

At that time, Wu Chen had only two direct disciples, Shi Kong and Daoyue, and the Dazongchi Temple carried his life's hard work. He wanted to carry him forward and spread Buddhism, so he took a fancy to his second disciple, Daoyue.

However, because the young Daoyue was obsessed with Buddhism and did not want to spend his energy on other aspects, but only to study Buddhism, he declined the appointment in front of the monks in the whole courtyard. In the secular world, to sharpen your mind, you usually stay in the Buddhist hall to chant scriptures and seldom communicate with others, which is even more mysterious.

Shi Kong stood there in a daze, obviously he didn't expect Daoyue to leave suddenly, completely disregarding his own face, he left himself here, isn't his hypocritical face always annoying to people, why this time in front of everyone So unmannered in front of you?

The whole person was dumbfounded, except for Daoyue, no one knew what Wuchen said at the last moment before his death, but Shi Kong knew that Daoyue had the appointment that could directly abolish himself as the host, and that eccentric old thing died. It's not safe for people.

I still remember that old thing Wuchen finally told himself to go in after talking to Daoyue for a long time,

There was only one futon in the empty house, and the old thing sat cross-legged on it, his skinny body was left with a skeleton, he didn’t have much energy and his face was dim, but Shikong still remembered the moment he walked into this room At that time, the old man looked at him with almost devouring eyes. For many years, whenever he thought of the downcast eyes when he was alone, he would still stand on his head, as if he had been stripped naked and exposed in front of others.