Chapter 153

PS: think about it, tomorrow's five chapters

Tianjie temple is right in front of you. Looking up from a distance, it has many cornices and deep courtyards.

It is in charge of two big temples and more than ten small temples. It can be called a head office level temple.

He left his horse outside and, under the leadership of a Zhike monk, the party entered Tianjie temple.

Up the steps, the trees are luxuriant on both sides.

The Zhike monk pointed to these big trees and said proudly, "when Emperor Taizu Gao built my Tianjie temple, countless big trees were specially moved from around. Only then can we have the deep view of the ancient courtyard."

When the breeze blew and his clothes floated, Fang woke up and felt that he had gone with the wind.

Turning around, Fang woke up and looked at Zhang Shuhui, who was followed and supported by two servant girls, said with a smile: "Shuhui, this is a good place for leisure. I'll bring you next time."

Zhang Shuhui lowered her eyes, and Fang Xing forcibly removed the veil on her face, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that the Zhike monk looked at Zhang Shuhui with some surprise, Zhu Zhanji hummed: "celebrities are romantic. Naturally, there is no need to cover up."

After Fang woke up and followed, he sneered at himself: "what celebrities are, in fact, they just think that men bind women too much. Husband and wife are one, but they wrap women up for men's selfishness. Why?"

"It's all naked. Who is more noble than who?"

Fang Xing's last sentence despised the guards, but made the Zhike monk tremble. He said, "tanyue language is ethereal and has profound understanding. I'd better be a poor monk!"

Zhang Shuhui was also very proud when she heard it later.

Only Zhu Zhanji heard the familiar flavor from these words.

——Whether you are an emperor or a peddler, what is the difference between birth and death?

Fang Xinggan said with a smile, "I don't have any understanding, but I'm just complaining."

Along the way, there were quite some scenes to watch, walking and stopping, and finally outside the main hall.

This is Fang Xing's impression of the heyday of incense here.

Devout pilgrims are closing their eyes and praying that the Buddha can bless themselves.

Zhu Zhanji is in plain clothes today, so there is no pomp.

The female guest had a place for the female guest. Fang woke up and watched Zhang Shuhui enter the Guanyin hall. Then he said to Zhu Zhanji, "why don't you go and ask for peace talisman?"

Zhu Zhanji was tidying up his clothes and said in surprise, "brother Dehua, don't you go?"

Fang woke up and sat on the side steps. He said lazily, "my heart is dishonest, so I don't have to go in."

Zhu Zhanji has no way to wake up. This man doesn't avoid ghosts and gods at all. It's useless to say more.

Fang Xing sat at the gate of the main hall with a big goal. The Pilgrims who came in and out looked at the man in surprise and thought which fool dared to sit here.

The so-called Hu sitting, in fact, is the kind of sitting posture that doesn't pay attention to at all.

Fang Xing looked at these surprised pilgrims bored, and felt as if he were looking at all sentient beings in this void.

These people are supposed to be ethereal in this place, but they worship devoutly with secular wishes.

"It's said that the vegetarian food in Tianjie temple is good. Let's go and have a good meal."

"OK, but it's your treat!"

Two men who looked like good friends walked past Fang Xing, as if they were getting to know each other in the hall. As soon as they came out, they wanted to have a big meal.

Batches of people went in and batches of people came out, and there was hope on their sad faces.

Religion can calm people and let people find spiritual sustenance.

As long as there is no conflict with the secular regime, those in power will not interfere with such beliefs.

The vast fields around Tianjie temple are full of happy farmers.

As the farmers of Tianjie temple, they don't have to worry about having too high rent, nor do they have to worry about starvation in famine.

A Tianjie temple has tens of thousands of mu of temple production, which is also because it is under the root of Jinling and the Imperial City, so the temple dare not be too presumptuous.

I remember later, the good fields in Fujian were basically in the hands of temples. This is a place with many mountains and little soil. There is no land to cultivate, so there are people breaking into the sea.

These explorers were scattered all over Southeast Asia. In later generations, they became a major stronghold of Chinese. Unfortunately, they were slaughtered many times.

"Brother Dehua."

Fang Xing was thinking about the tragedy of those Chinese in the future. He heard the sound and welcomed Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji seems to have been found, so a middle-aged monk is following him, smiling and saying something.

When the monk saw Fang awake, he was surprised and said, "Tan Yue's temperament is natural, but it's also different from ordinary customs."

Different thoughts, different temperaments.

Fang Xing looked at the monk and said with a smile, "the big monk has a smooth face. It can be seen that he eats well."

With some teasing, the monk who couldn't guess Fang Xing's identity turned pale. He glanced at Zhu Zhanji.

Of course, Zhu Zhanji can only smile bitterly. He knows the teacher's temper best. Cynicism is inevitable.

The monk put his hands together and said, "Tan Yue's face is murderous. You can be very comfortable only when you wash it with the Dharma."

When Zhu Zhanji heard this, he even covered his face.

Sure enough, Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said faintly, "kill and set fire to the golden belt, repair the bridge and pave the road without bones, big monk, what's the solution?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shuhui, who had just arrived, hurried to pull Fang Xing's back flap. Zhu Zhanji was stunned and turned his head.

No one can refute this. Since ancient times, those with blood on their hands have stepped on the throne with human bones, while those sentient beings have become dense white bones under the throne.

The monk read the Buddha's name, frowned and said, "if people deceive heaven, there should be blessings for future generations."

"Ha ha ha!"

Fang Xing laughed and held Zhang Shuhui's small hand. He gasped: "I just care about the present. As for the afterlife, who sees it?"

Buddhism persuades people to be good, often by cultivating the afterlife to persuade believers.

This is beneficial to those in power. Of course, it will be publicized. Therefore, after many years, even after many crackdowns on the way, Buddhism still takes root in China.

The monk shook his head and said nothing. He felt that he shouldn't have argued with Fang Xing today.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, Zhu Zhanji said, "brother Dehua, I'll take you to see an expert."

Fang Xing also felt that what he had just said was a little too much, so he said to the monk, "just now you are talking nonsense. Master, don't take my words seriously."

The monk said, "tanyue looks evil. In the future, he is afraid of killing countless evils. You can often come to the PI temple to listen to the Buddha Dharma."

Am I murderous? Will it cause boundless killing?

Fang Xinggang's apology immediately dissipated. He shook his head and went behind with Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji took a breath: "brother Dehua, all the monks here are eminent monks. Be careful!"

Fang Xing let go of Zhang Shuhui's hand and said with a smile, "what evil is killing? I don't even want to kill a chicken."

Zhang Shuhui said nervously, "do you want me to avoid it?"

"No."

Zhu Zhanji pretended to be mysterious and said, "that man even respects my emperor's grandfather. He's not young. Don't worry about the taboo between men and women."