The most indispensable thing in Qin is the temple.
Abandoned, hidden in the mountains and old forests, there are only a few ascetic monks, everything is available.
But most of them are in the temples in towns and cities.
However, each temple is just a sub-temple under the name of Xuankong Temple. The presiding officer of the temple is directly arranged by Xuankong Temple. For this reason, there is also a special "hall" inside Xuankong Temple to do this.
Officials of the State of Qin often wrote to his Majesty about this situation, telling him that the behavior of the Xuankong Temple was very arrogant. Because imperial power should be the first power of the Qin State, even if it is the presiding officer in ordinary temples, the power of arrangement should be in the hands of the emperor, not in the hands of Xuankong Temple.
The Qin State also had the "destroying Buddhism" movement. Civil officials and military attachés joined forces to fight Buddhism in the territory. This battle almost shook the foundation of the Qin State.
Later, because Buddhism was deeply entrenched in the Qin country, coupled with the large number of believers, the movements of the army could not escape the eyes of these believers, and their every action would be controlled by the Xuankong Temple, and finally countermeasures were realized.
So six months after the war, the "Exterminate Buddhism" movement failed.
Emperor Qin executed 68 officials in one go.
At the same time, more than 2,000 of the family members of these 68 officials were all executed.
The bloody qi in Xianyang city drifted for seven days before it dissipated.
Ironically, the greatest ideal of these dead officials in their lives was to destroy Buddhism.
But after they died, it was the monks of the Xuankong Temple who helped them to supersede them.
If these people know well, they might be able to come alive.
After that, the status of Buddhism in Qin could no longer be shaken, and the number of temples more than doubled than before the "Exterminate Buddha" movement.
Even in every small village, there will be a large-scale temple.
Ling Zhaoyan took Zhou Fei to the door of such a temple.
The two monks at the door had never seen such a peculiar carriage.
The carriage should be very heavy.
Because it can be seen at a glance that the carriage is made of stainless steel, this kind of carriage is impossible to move without more than eight horses.
But there are only two horses in this carriage, and both of them seem to be injured.
What’s even stranger is that when the carriage wheel rolled over the bluestone slab, there was a slight noise.
No sound came out.
Even if there is nothing in the car, the weight of the car itself will make the wheel make a sound.
Does this car come from the prefecture? There is no weight in itself
The monks of the Qin Kingdom are very fond of fools, and at the same time they are very good at making associations. In a few moments, they have equated this car with the mansion.
The biggest enemy of Garan Temple’s propaganda is demon sect, and the biggest negative aspect of Buddhist teachings is hell.
After all, there is a wise saying.
"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."
"Stop!" The monk on the left of the door jumped out first and blocked the carriage. "The temple is a quiet place, and there is no room for waiting."
Although the words were awe-inspiring, the monk's heart was a little drummed.
Because the carriage released a strong brake.
At the same time, it was accompanied by strong blood.
The presence of these two breaths on the same thing is enough to prove a point.
The comer is not good.
Ling Zhaoyan jumped off the carriage, "I need a lot of medicinal materials."
Straightforward, without any procrastination.
In such a poor country, the name of the sword idiot can't be passed on. And the monk has never seen such a beautiful woman. A sentence from the master confessed in his mind: "A beautiful woman is a tiger and can eat people."
"Ah!" The monk was shocked and hurried back, yelling at the same time: "Youkai, youkai."
Ling Zhaoyan: "?"
Another monk immediately found two long sticks from behind the door and threw one to his companion. The two held weapons as if they were facing a big enemy.
"Youkai, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being polite." said the monk.
Ling Zhaoyan: "...what's the mess, I need medicinal materials, and besides, I am not a monster."
"Heh." The monk sneered: "You can't lie to me. Master said that all the beautiful women are tigers. Tigers turn into human forms. What are they not monsters?"
Ling Zhaoyan was speechless.
The monks in this temple have abnormal brains.
What kind of messy thoughts the host instilled in his apprentice all day long.
The movement at the door also attracted the attention of other monks in the temple, and they swarmed out.
Because the temple is not large, there are not many monks, and it is estimated to be more than 20 in total.
They are young, and the oldest is probably in their twenties.
Ling Zhaoyan even saw two little novices who were less than five years old, with round heads and chubby faces, which were really cute.
"What are you doing!"
A majestic voice sounded: "Did you do the morning class? If you know you are lazy, go to the morning class right away."
Then I saw an old monk with a fierce look but a kind-looking look coming out.
He saw Ling Zhaoyan.
"I didn't expect the little temple to welcome guests today." The old monk folded his hands and saluted: "Old Na has seen a sword idiot."
Ling Zhaoyan was slightly surprised.
She didn't expect the old monk to recognize herself.
But this is fine, it saves a lot of trouble.
"Ling Zhaoyan has seen the master, my friend is injured and needs a lot of herbs." Ling Zhaoyan said.
The old monk tilted his head, "It's sitting in the carriage, but Mr. Six of the Academy?"
Ling Zhaoyan found that this old monk was a little bit magical.
What he saw and heard was obviously two worlds with his apprentice.
"Exactly." Ling Zhaoyan did not hide it, because it was unnecessary.
The old monk sighed: "Mr. Six is seriously injured, and Lao Na's temple is too small to provide much help."
Ling Zhaoyan was a little anxious: "Even if it's a little medicine, my friend... is dead, I'm really worried that he won't be able to survive in the big city."
The old monk said: "Then come in first."
Ling Zhaoyan thanked him and drove the carriage into the temple.
The previous monk approached the old monk and whispered: "Master, don't you say that beautiful women are all monsters?"
"You are so big, demon." The old monk gave his apprentice a thud: "Go and boil some hot water and bring it to the wing."
The monk expressed his grievances.
Ling Zhaoyan lifted Zhou Fei from the carriage. Zhou Fei had been in a coma on the way and had a high fever.
Ling Zhaoyan tried to heal him with aura, but it almost caused a catastrophe.
There was a cyclone in Zhou Fei's body, and any spiritual energy that entered his body would be exhausted.
It can only be said that Zhou Fei still retains a trace of sanity, and has controlled the cyclone at a critical time, otherwise Ling Zhaoyan is afraid that he will end up with Yong Yan.
The old monk glanced at Zhou Fei and said, "Mr. Six... not optimistic."
(End of this chapter)