Outside the gate of Xiaofo Temple, a vulgar bald head suddenly broke out and looked inside.

The bald nephew whom he likes to beat most is cleaning the fallen leaves there. The monk touched his chest and it would be fine if his senior brother was not here, otherwise there would be a lecture.

The weather was about to enter autumn. The little monk looked at the only plum tree in the Little Buddha Temple, and was not bored. In his opinion, cleaning these fallen leaves was one of his daily tasks.

Perhaps the little monk was tired of cleaning. He sat under the plum tree, riding in the shade, looking at the cloudless blue sky, and was stunned. Outside the mountain gate, a monk wearing yellow clothes and a wine pot hanging around his waist deliberately coughed.

The little monk turned around and saw his uncle standing outside the mountain gate. He hurriedly got up and chanted the Buddha's name, "Uncle Zhishen is back."

Monk Zhishen nodded with satisfaction. He is a junior nephew who is still rational. Why don’t he knock on his bald head less today to show encouragement?

Monk Zhishen looked around in the Xiaofo Temple, and the monk said helplessly: "Uncle Master, Master is copying books in the Sutra Library."

Monk Zhishen stood up awkwardly and said with disgust: "Is your uncle the kind of person who is afraid of the abbot's senior brother?"

Monk Zhishen picked up the wine pot on his waist and took a sip. The little monk hurriedly recited the Buddha's name and said to forgive me. The old monk Zhishen disagreed and handed the wine pot to the little monk. The little monk hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it. Monk Zhishen felt it was boring, so he was not talking to the little monk and striding towards the backyard.

Xiaofo Temple is a highly respected temple in the Ming Dynasty, because there is a monk here. Master Zhiming, the host of Xiaofo Temple, is an old monk who has lived from the Spring and Autumn Period to the present. Most dignitaries and nobles hope to come here every year to enjoy their joy. However, there are too many people coming to Xiaofo Temple. Instead, those who really want to worship Buddha have no place. In desperation, Xiaofo Temple had to hold a special Buddhist meeting for the dignitaries at the end of each month. At that time, the old monk will walk out of the Sutra Pavilion and preach the Dharma to the world.

Zhishen walked carefully on the corridor in the backyard, looking forward from time to time, ensuring that he could turn around and run away when there was any movement, so as to prevent him from being punished by his senior brother because of the wine pot on his waist.

"Zhishen."

Monk Zhishen listened to the senior brother's shouting and knew that he could not escape the senior brother's scolding. He bought his own Zen room with one foot and left the other outside. He said with a bitter face: "Senior brother, morning."

The old abbot turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and he didn't say anything, just looking at his junior brother. Monk Zhishen felt a little chilled on his back when he was seen by his senior brother. He gritted his teeth and scolded him everywhere.

"Senior brother, just say whatever punishment you have, don't say a word."

The old abbot smiled slightly and then said, "Junior brother, don't be anxious. Senior brother won't punish you. Today I am here to discuss something with my junior brother."

When Monk Zhishen heard that there were such good things, he ran to the old abbot, "Senior brother is also greedy for the drinks. It's easy to say, I'll buy it for you now, but you have to pay the money."

The old abbot grinned and suppressed the idea of ​​wanting his junior brother to go to the mountain gate to watch the night out. He knocked hard on the head of Monk Zhishen with Buddhist beads, "I still want you to go to Dajiang Town, Yizhou. There are treasures there recently, and there must be many unjust souls. You represent the Little Buddha Temple to save them."

Monk Zhishen looked reluctant. The broken place in Yizhou is far away from the Little Buddha Temple. After all, the Little Buddha Temple is in Xuzhou. The old abbot looked at the monk Zhishen who lowered his head and knew that he didn't want to go.

"If you don't go, then go to Longhu Mountain. The representative of your teacher wishes the old master ascendant."

Monk Zhishen was a little interested, raised his head, looked at his senior brother, and said in surprise: "Senior brother, can that old master really be the first person to ascend in a century?"

The old abbot looked at the direction of Longhu Mountain and nodded, "After the Spring and Autumn Period, the ascension in the world became very difficult. Most practitioners stayed in the world. At that time, the exiled immortals were also restless after the Spring and Autumn Period."

The old abbot finally breathed and said, "It's a turbulent time."

Monk Zhishen no matter what ascends or does it or not, his practice is not something that makes him want to ask for this. The only thing that makes him troubled is that the young man who bets with him in time and can definitely overestimate himself in drinking will not come tomorrow.

"The old master of God's merits and fortunes. As one of the ten people in the world after the Spring and Autumn Period, he could have ascended, but to suppress the exiled immortals in the world who have been suppressing the realm."

Monk Zhishen shook his head again. He was not stupid. The Longhu Mountain was in Yizhou and he still had to go far. The old abbot showed displeasure. Monk Zhishen asked carefully: "It's really not possible to discuss it? I don't want to quarrel with those bulls."

The old abbot shook his head, "No."

Monk Zhishen lowered his head and felt extremely bad. The old abbot smiled silently, took off the Buddhist beads in his hand, and put them on Monk Zhishen's wrist, "Didn't you want this for a long time? Today I will give you a guarantee on the road."

Monk Zhishen looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand and his mood changed from darkness to sunny, "I'll go to Yizhou, thank you for your senior brother, abbot."

After saying that, without waiting for the old abbot to say too much, he ran away with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

The old abbot looked at the back of Monk Zhishen leaving and knew that Monk Zhishen was going to show off with his disciples, but he agreed to go to Yizhou and he could not care about the rest.

The old abbot raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, sighed, and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

Chang'an City has become much lively recently. Recently, Prime Minister Zhang of the current dynasty has faced Yang Yucheng of the Censorate for some reason, and it is still the same situation that he will never stop. The reason is that the groom of the Yang Yucheng family drove a carriage and hit Prime Minister Zhang's carriage. It was originally a trivial matter between the servants, but Yang Yucheng was a little bit of a big deal and brought his groom's body to Kyoto Prefecture to complain. This scared the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. The two gods fought, so why bother to make things difficult for me like me?

In deep helplessness, the prefect of Jingzhao received Yang Yucheng with fear, learned about the development of the case, and personally took people to visit Prime Minister Zhang's mansion.

The gate of Prime Minister Zhang's mansion was not even opened. Through the crack of the door, the prefect of Jingzhao said hello to the concierge of Prime Minister Zhang's house. The response was: I am busy with state affairs and am in the Hanlin Courtyard. Please wait for a while.

The prefect of Jingzhao hurried to the outside of the Hanlin Courtyard. In the eyes of countless adults who were in the same dynasty, they waited from day to night, and did not dare to leave or complain. Fortunately, when the sun was about to set, Prime Minister Zhang, wearing a crane-pumping official uniform, walked out slowly from inside, looked at the prefect of tears, and told him that he was a little tired tonight and would talk about it tomorrow.

The prefect was not angry yet, so he had to return to Jingzhao Mansion and complained to Yang Zhao for a while. After waiting for a day, Yang Zhao slapped a yellow rosewood table with his palm and left.

The next day, Yang Zhao took the coachman to the imperial study room to complain, and Emperor Ming had to find the Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture. The Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture took the fragments of the chair and ran to the Ming Emperor with tears in his eyes. He almost carried the coffin and died on the pillar. This fuss wiped out all the good mood of the Ming Emperor early in the morning. He had to privately promise that the Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture's budget could be increased by 20% this year, which stopped the Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture's crying.

Afterwards, Emperor Ming sent someone to invite his teacher, Prime Minister Zhang, to find out the situation, and said something nonsense. With a wave of his hand, Gao Lishi appeared with a hundred taels of silver, and Yang Zhao gave up.

Walking on the Imperial Road, Prime Minister Zhang walked in front, and the Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture was in the back for a meeting, and did not dare to move forward. Zhang Juzheng slowly stopped and looked at the sun hanging in the sky, and found that today was really a good weather. Suddenly, Zhang Juzheng looked back at the direction of the Imperial Study room, which scared the Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture standing in place and did not dare to walk forward.

Zhang Juzheng sighed slightly, can't wait? Are you starting to test me now?

Zhang Juzheng carried his hands on his back, and the breeze blew through his clothes and slowly walked towards the Hanlin Academy.

Is the monarch who had to rely on himself to save his life now going to attack himself?
Chapter completed!