The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Although Zheng Ping's illness was good, Yun Yan didn't dare to call her tapestry and embroidery again, for fear that she would be emotional again. I used to think that being skilled is a good thing, but now it seems that sometimes it can become a bad thing. Success also takes silk, and failure also takes silk.

Yun Yan didn't even want to ask Zheng Ping to touch her with a needle, so she took all the housework with her younger siblings. In fact, he even wanted to ask Zheng Ping to quit his job, because this time Yun Yan was shocked by the illness, and Zheng Ping was weakened.

This is the ancient times when the average life expectancy was not high. Any disease could kill people, especially the people who were not aristocrats who needed to work.

But now there is no other income, so I thought to myself how to make money.

Although he was still suspicious about pinching the sheep, he started to do things about true and superstitious things. He went to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and then went there to ask for some scriptures he copied.

When I walked to Yu Ran, the door was not closed, and when I entered the door, I saw that he was admonishing a fellow apprentice. He was a disciple who was admitted to the public. His law name was Hui Chong, and he was only in his twenties this year.

Hui Chong said: "Master, just passing by..."

The old monk scolded his head and covered his face and cursed: "Passing by, how many times do you have to pass by Xiaotianshui Alley a day? Still staring at the prostitute, it is so ugly, there is an insult to Buddhism! Why didn't you fall when you passed Bianhe?"

Xiaotianshuixiang is near Daxiangguo Temple, and inside it is mostly the courtyard street that some Bianliang people say, that is, brothels.

Hui Chong was embarrassed by the scolding.

Yun Yanhui also had a cold sweat on his face. He couldn't help but be thankful that he didn't become a monk, and it had nothing to do with lust. It was clear that he really hated his apprentice, and it was also a deep responsibility for love. Usually a good man, he is very merciless when he scolds his apprentice.

Hui Chong turned his head and saw Yun Yan coming back, and quickly rolled around, "Master, you see Junior Brother Yan is here, let me go and make tea..."

"Come back, kneel!" He scolded clearly.

Hui Chong immediately knelt back honestly and cast a look back at Yun Yan asking for help.

Yun Yan replied: "Mage..."

As soon as he was about to persuade him, he listened tiredly and said: "As it is today, there are many temple operators, not a few people who pay homage to the Buddha."

The monks operate the temple as a company, or as a renunciation to avoid affairs. There are really not many old-school monks like Kuran, especially in the bustling Kyoto like Bianliang.

Clearly frowning, he pointed to Hui Chong and said, "If you ask you to sit in meditation, you will become a pig."

Hui Chong did not dare to make a sound like a quail.

"Nowadays Taoism is also widely spreading the Dharma, but my Buddhist disciples are thinking about worldly pleasures and playing with tiles after finishing the Dharma. Is this something that a monk should do? I don't want you to sit in painful meditation, but you even do meditation. Isn't it?"

Yun Yan returned to the original intention to speak, but suddenly he heard what he said, and said in his heart: "Master, not everyone has your realm, living in the busy city without moving your heart. That's how the monk has every year. The city of Dasong is unprecedentedly prosperous, and I cannot use ordinary methods to promote the Dharma."

When I heard it clearly, my face was thoughtful, "It was pretty good, but what do you mean by not using the common law?"

Yun Yanhui: "In the Tang Dynasty, monasteries had vulgar stories that were popular in the city. The monks used rap to express the scriptures and stories in a simple way to make the people more understandable. The word vulgar is very clear, which is secular. Method propaganda."

Yun Yan thought about it, and continued: "The Song Dynasty does not have a curfew, and Wazi Goulan is becoming more and more lively day by day. Isn't this the best time for the popular saying to return to the world's horizons again? You know, today's speech is still from the popular saying. It’s derived from China. You said that the brothers go to Wazi to play when they finish the ritual, then why don’t you ask them to go to Wazi to preach the Dharma and broadcast good thoughts for practice?"

In Bianliang City, there are dozens of large and small houses.

As a comprehensive entertainment venue, Washe has become more prosperous because of the curfew in the Northern Song Dynasty. Whether it is juggling, folk art or gambling, there are various entertainment activities in the washhouse, which are divided into various sheds in the washhouse, attracting the citizens to come and spend one after another.

The people of the Northern Song Dynasty had a very rich leisure life.

What Yun Yan said back is actually a form that will gradually take shape after Washe develops and grows, but he directly put forward the mature concept.

When I heard it clearly, I thought over and over again in my heart.

"This is really a good idea, but nowadays, no monks know how to speak, chant sutras, and chant, they all need to be proficient. Tang Dynasty is difficult to eliminate Buddhism, and the popular saying has long been lost."

Yun Yan went back to his previous life to engage in propaganda work, and he knows the key point. "Spoken speaking has derived speech. Now if the master thinks it is possible, he can learn from his speech. What do you think?"

He grasped Yun Yanhui's hand clearly, and tears were everywhere, "I knew that you were born a Buddhism disciple..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

"That's right, Junior Brother Yan is young, but so organized, he deserves to be the person that Master looks after." Hui Chongyin had just been scolded, thinking to please Master, and quickly said, "Master, I will be the first to speak when that time comes. By."

"You first copy me the scriptures a hundred times." He said indifferently, "I want to report this matter to the abbot, Brother Yan. The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is a great way to save the world today. Yes, I will ask the abbot to reduce or exempt the rent for you."

The temple does good deeds every year, applying medicine and porridge, but this method is more subtle and moisturizes things silently.

When Yun Yan heard about the rent reduction and exemption, he was extremely happy. He was not worried about how to gradually reduce the burden on Zheng Ping, "Thank you Master."

I didn't want an unintentional conversation to cause such a good thing, so I went to discuss the matter with the abbot, and within a few days, Yun Yan was called back to discuss the matter.

The abbot had already known Yun Yanhui. He knew that he loved him and knew that he was clever, but he didn't expect that his thinking was so clear at a young age, and he was very happy in his heart.

The abbot asked: "Brother Yan, what you have said is clear and relayed to me. I want to ask you, Brother Yan, are you really planning to become a monk?"

When Yun Yan knew that he had become a monk again, he had no choice but to say: "Abbot, although I have not been a monk, everyone regards me as a future monk. I also think that Daxiangguo Temple is my family. What's the difference?"

The abbot heard the meaning of being close and couldn’t help being overjoyed, “I also knew that it’s impossible. You’re an only son, it’s just a pity. But, as you said, as long as you think you’re a monk, what’s the difference between being a monk at home? Brother Yan, can you give me a detailed charter on this matter."

Yun Yan's eyes lit up again, and he figured out what the abbot meant. He bowed and said openly and openly: "The disciple took the order."

The abbot is obviously more proficient in common affairs and more courageous. He simply handed over the detailed planning of this matter to Yun Yanhui.

In the Tang Dynasty, there were monks specializing in vulgar teachings, and they were responsible for vulgar teachings. As the vulgar teachings were lost, this classification of monks disappeared in the temples. Daxiangguo Temple had to re-establish the establishment of vulgar monks, which is easy to do. Difficult.

The great monk consciously can’t do it, and it’s impossible to find a craftsman in this industry. They have to grab food, unless the matter has been "outsourced" to Mr. Talking, and simply ask them to talk about the Buddhist scriptures, but the overall effect is It is much worse than a real monk.

But the Yan Geer who proposed this idea was very clever and he clearly supported it. It was a great thing to let him try it.

After the event is over, it is bound to be more than just a flat rent reduction. There is too much oil and water in the Daxiangguo Temple.