Chapter 18 Man-made

Qingyin walked to the Daxiong Hall. At a glance, I saw Xiao Baixi standing there and looking at Fa Ming and others chanting the scriptures.

The steps are getting a little more and more difficult.

Xiaobai's face was full of joy. It must be that the method he taught her last night worked. Now Gongsun Yi's side is probably full of people. On the contrary, he is the originator...

At this time, Xiaobai looked up and saw the clear sound. His eyes were bright and colorful, and he rushed over happily.

The original solemn atmosphere around him was lively because of Xiao Bai's running. For a moment, everyone looked sideways in the hall. Xiaobai was shocked to see everyone's eyes, blushed and stopped, and only slowly walked over.

Qingyin couldn't help laughing when she saw her twisted look. Xiaobai doesn't know that he is also a girl. In addition, he is now an outsider. Xiaobai is always a little careful when facing him.

Xiaobai has moved his little steps to Qingyin. He was blessed and whispered, "It's done."

There is undisguised joy in his eyes.

You have done it, but I'm in trouble here! But this can't be said to Xiaobai. Besides, Qingyin is not a person who wants to avoid it in a roundabout way when encountering problems.

Curious about Xiaobai's view just now, he raised his chin and asked, "What's so beautiful?"

Qingyin has always been like an unfathomable life-saving Bodhisattva in the eyes of a little white. Suddenly, Qingyin showed a kind of emotion - a little curiosity and doubt. Xiao Bai was stunned for a moment and woke up and asked himself.

He replied honestly, "The third anniversary of the death of the old lady in Zhang Yuanwai's house at the foot of Xishan Mountain, please ask the temple to recite the scriptures for the deceased. It's quite stingy."

Speaking of this, I took a look at the clear sound, and then quickly lowered my head, with a slightly red face. "I'll look at the bustle there."

What's so lively about chanting scriptures? Qingyin shook his head.

In ancient times, there was no TV, no karaoke, and there was a lack of entertainment programs. No wonder the harem on the bronze sparrow stage had to sprinkle wine for fun. Xiaobai wanted to read the scriptures.

The chanting over there seems to be over, and the wooden fish bell stopped. But I saw several well-dressed women come forward to pray. Another little boy brought silver and silk. From a distance, it seems to be full of a large wooden plate.

Read the scriptures and give alms! The idea that had flashed in my mind seemed to light up again.

Qingyin walked over quickly. The dust over there has taken over the wooden plate solemnly.

It's really two neat piles of silver.

I don't know how much an ingot of silver is. There are a lot of things like this!

Qingyin has been hiding in the house since it came to ancient times. Thinking that ancient and modern are the same, Buddhism seems to be the most inherited from ancient times, and the rituals and battles should be similar.

She doesn't want to be a monk dressed as a man all her life, and she has never paid attention to these things in the temple.

Now when I look carefully, I find that there are still many differences.

There is no donation box that is often seen in the Daxiong Hall in later generations, and there is no incense and paper candles in the temple, let alone the small vendors selling Buddhist souvenirs one after another at the gate of the temple.

The clear sound is very happy.

In this way, you can still fight.

Qingyin had an idea in his heart and felt that he should follow his own method, and he should be able to earn it this time. But I'm still a little unsteady.

After all, she knows nothing about Buddhism.

Seeing Xiaobai following him closely, he stopped smiling and said faintly to Xiaobai, "You still go to the Ruyi Restaurant to guard. If the matter of Gongsun is done, your job will be settled.

Xiaobai doesn't know what work is, but he doesn't dare to ask more.

I think there is a word, which may be similar to the workmanship. He nodded and answered, "Yes."

After another salute, he followed the incense guest and walked towards the temple gate.

Qingyin looked at her dodging and remembered that the ancient level was strict, and women generally could not show their faces.

Xiaobai is a poor family, and he doesn't pay so much attention to it. So my current status as a monk is excellently protected, but it's a pity that I have long black hair in my previous life.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help touching the light head. She remembered that the later monk seemed to have a scar on his head, as well as in martial arts novels.

I don't know why Master Kongzhi is here. Although they have shaved their hair, they have no scars.

I don't dare to ask, I'm afraid of people's jokes.

But this is better. First, it avoids pain, and second, it will be much more convenient even if you want to accumulate hair in the future.

She thought so, and then thought of the method she had just come up with. He walked briskly and went to the backyard again.

Before I got to the abbot's yard, I heard footsteps behind me.

There are many monks and incense in the temple. The Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Heavenly King Hall are in the front yard. The backyard is mostly for the inner courtyard of the noble and rich families to rest and rest. The monk's house in the temple is still in a secluded place on both sides. The voiceless voice is not too much, and he is still walking.

When he turned into the abbot's courtyard, he saw that the footsteps were still following behind him and had chased him. Qingyin thought that it was a little white girl who went back. This abbot's yard was not for idle people to enter. He was afraid that Xiaobai did not understand the rules, so he quickly turned around.

But he didn't happen to have a pair of smiling eyes.

"His Royal Highness the King of Lanling!" I remember that it seemed to be called like this, and the Qingyin immediately stopped and bowed together.

"It's okay." When the king of Lanling saw the Qingyin salute, he stood and received a salute from her, and put his hand on the back with a gently unmarked swing.

A few little ones behind him stopped and scattered around.

The voice didn't notice this.

He saluted and raised his head. The king of Lanling was dressed in a soap-colored narrow-sleeved short coat and a pair of dark trousers in a pair of buckskin boots.

Such Hufu Qingyin has been seen in the temple and on the streets of Yecheng.

But I have never seen a person who can dress as unique and energetic as the King of Lanling. What's more, his white face still exudes a gentle smile.

The king of Lanling looked at himself from head to toe like Qingyin aesthetically, and he was not angry, but waited patiently.

Seeing that the voice was finished, I thought of something slightly embarrassed, and smiled secretly in my heart, "Let's go. Master Kongzhi is in it!"

It seems that they have made an appointment to meet Master Kongzhi.

I finally remember the proportion of this clear sound.

Let the King of Lanling be in front, follow him, turn around the plum tree, and see that Master Kongzhi has greeted him at the door.

Master Kongzhi was very surprised to see Qingyin return and follow the King of Lanling.

He didn't show a smile on his face and said, "Your Highness, I've been waiting for you for half a day."

After entering, Master Kongzhi couldn't take care of his voice here. He opened his mouth and asked, "Your Highness, I don't know about the silver...?"

The King of Lanling hesitated a little. He looked at Qingyin and said vaguely, "It may take a few days."

Looking at the king of Lanling, I don't know whether to avoid myself or whether things have something to do with me. I think it's inconvenient for them to sit here and talk.

Then he stood up and said, "I'll ask Fa Yun to come and make tea."

When Master Kongzhi saw that Qingyin went out and closed the door thoughtfully, he asked softly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the silver?

The host of a famous temple is concerned about silver, and it is said that he has lost the reputation of a monk.

But 150,000 taels is a large amount, and when he uses money, he can't take care of it.

Seeing that Master Kongzhi was anxious, the King of Lanling opened his mind and said, but he just suppressed his voice, "He stopped him. It was said that the border gate sent an emergency report, and there were a few more early snows. The military supplies were urgently needed, and silver was needed to make winter clothes.

In the bitter cold places on the border, there are separate special funds for military pay. How can they use the silver given to Anguo Temple?

When the King of Lanling said this, Master Kongzhi understood.

Revenge! This is obvious revenge.

Today, these kings have a tyrannical nature.

The Japanese Sky Wisdom Master went to the palace. The king sat on the brocade couch, holding the beauty in one hand and pouring wine. There was a servant who was killed by a cane for some reason. His eyes was blurred, splashing like snow, which scared Master Kongzhi's legs softly. He couldn't help saying "Amitabha". When the king saw him go in, he pushed the beauty in his arms and dropped the cup. With a wave of his hand, he said that he would allocate 150,000 taels.

Master Kongzhi didn't dare to say a word, and immediately came out trembling.

Now the red man and the adult around the king said that they had sent it to the more important border gate first. Do they still have to fight with the king?

Master Kongzhi sighed.

This dumb loss can only be swallowed now!

But I don't understand why the King of Lanling said it in a clear voice. Speaking of which, the voice is also one of the parties involved...

Before he could figure it out, the king of Lanling had already explained it himself, "I think the little master is a upright man. People in Buddhism have such blood, which is extremely rare! The master can't blame him.

It's actually a compliment to the clear sound!

Master Kongzhi still wants to talk, and the voiceless voice has coughed outside. Master Kongzhi looked at the King of Lanling, and a smile came out of the other party's mouth. The white and gentle face is like an orchid blooming, which is extremely fragrant.

"Come in." Master Kongzhi sat up straight and said.

Qingyin helped Fa Yun carry the small tea stove in. The tea on the stove is half boiled. Two people put the tea set away.

Master Kongzhi felt that he was going to post his baby tea again, and the corners of his mouth were a little twitching.

The king of Lanling looked at the clear sound and gently opened the exquisite tin tea jar engraved with orchids. With your fingers up, pick out the tea and put it in a pure white porcelain bowl.

"Master, can you start preparing for the Dharma Conference?" The King of Lanling turned his eyes.

Qingyin prepared the tea. Hearing the king of Lanling say this, he straightened up.

Sure enough, Master Kongzhi's face was embarrassed, but he did not hide it in front of the King of Lanling. "The temple was so bad in the past, and I didn't see the silver set aside by the king. Now only the banners and other things prepared in the warehouse in previous years can be used."

The King of Lanling couldn't help but be stunned.

Unexpectedly, this is the only private home of Anguo Temple!

It has only been half a month since the Dharma Conference was held. The eyes of the King of Lanling couldn't help but be heavy.

The clear sound and Fayun stand side by side.

Listening to Master Kongzhi's words, it seems that he has no family background at all.

I remember that the temple was not so poor in Master Kongzhi's words in the morning. Moreover, I just saw that there was a large plate of silver in the temple reading scriptures and so on.

I thought, does Master Kongzhi want to embezzle?

I also think that Master Kongzhi is not such a person.

Crying poor! Is Master Kongzhi crying in front of the King of Lanling?

I don't know what Master Kongzhi's intention is.

This idea flashed like lightning in Qingyin's heart.