[Old rules, the latter measurement is more in the middle of the night]
Welcome.
A slightly rudimentary, but extremely prosperous wine shop.
Because the main source of customers in the restaurant are all nearby vendors and pawns, so the sound of shouting and drinking in the lobby of the restaurant is usually enough to travel two miles away.
But on the morning of the eighth day, the shop seemed much quieter.
There were not too many people, mainly the old patrons who usually talk loudly, and they all lowered their voices invariably - and it was two monks, one old and one young, who caused this situation.
If these two monks really want to talk about it, they don't look like three heads and six arms. At most, they are more handsome than the little monk.
And in front of them were only two plates of vegetarian dishes, and there was no violation of precepts or etiquette.
But the problem is, this restaurant is open near the main entrance of Qingxu Temple!
Even if the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism did not appear, these two monks went to the gate of Qingxu Temple to eat and drink, and it was always a bit out of time.
However, in the face of everyone's side glances, the two monks were content, enjoying the meal slowly with a pot of freshly brewed high end.
Seeing the end of a bowl of Yangchun noodles, the younger monk put down his chopsticks and commented with a smile: "This hot and sour dried bamboo shoots really has some tricks, no wonder it was full of praise from 'Blood Eyes Divine Cut'."
The great monk did not answer him, he silently finished his bowl of noodle soup, got up and paid for the meal with the shopkeeper, then turned around and said: "Amitabha, although this is delicious, it is not something that monks like me should be greedy for. - Disciple, follow the teacher on the road."
After saying that, he kept his palms together and walked towards the door.
Hearing the words, the little monk immediately restrained his smile, put the package on the table on his shoulders, and followed him with his palms folded together.
The two were one after the other, the elder treasure was solemn, and the younger one was handsome. Although they were walking in this prosperous place of Taoism, they attracted the attention of countless passers-by, but none of them dared to disturb and stop them.
Seeing the vicinity of the Qingxu Temple, the two monks lost their sight of prying eyes.
"Master."
The little monk hurried a few steps and whispered, "Where are we going next?"
"Naturally, it's a tour around the capital."
The older monk said with a smile, "It's rare that such a snowy snow has been brought down again, and you and I are not short of entanglements. If you don't take advantage of this leisurely pleasure, will you live up to the good intentions of my Buddha?"
Hearing what he said, the little monk flashed some worry on his face, he hesitated a few times, but after all, he didn't dare to question the old monk's decision.
At this moment, the old monk in front suddenly stopped, looked at a beggar in a single-clothed not far away, and sighed sympathetically: "It's so good, so good, there is such a pitiful person in the capital of the capital— Alas, there are thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy."
After hearing this, the little monk's handsome face became more and more tangled.
"Apprentice."
The old monk raised his hand and commanded resolutely, "Go and donate some copper coins to him, so that he can survive this winter."
Hearing the words, the little monk hesitated for a while, but finally got close to it, took out half of the broken silver from his belt, and threw it into the broken pottery bowl of the little beggar.
"Thank you uncle, thank you uncle!"
Seeing such a generous gift, the beggar fell to his knees with joy, probably because he was too excited, his palm was cut open by the pottery bowl, blood spurted out, and half of his palm was dyed red in an instant.
But this beggar seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to kowtow excitedly to thank him.
Seeing that his dog also seemed to be crawling under his feet, the little monk's face was full of disdain, but he instructed: "Take it and replace it with some old clothes, so that it won't freeze out."
After speaking, he turned his head and returned to the old monk.
When the two were on their way again, the little beggar was still kowtowing.
However, the two said that the master and the apprentice had traveled a certain distance, but the little monk stopped again and hesitated: "Master, this... This seems to be the way to Dali Temple, right?"
"It's the way to Dali Temple."
The old monk said slowly: "Master Wei has heard for a long time that the scenery of this Dali Temple is the first of all the yamen. Now that you are near here, if you don't go to look at it, isn't it like passing Baoshan and not entering?"
"But then Sun Shaozong..."
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's horn suppressed all the noise, and the two masters and disciples went on the road again in silence.
…
Dali Temple.
After more than half an hour of intrigue and no nutrition in the morning meeting, You Shaoqing and Li Wenshan walked out of the flower hall with heavy footsteps, and was waiting to return to his official office in a quiet and quiet moment, when Sun Shaozong caught up:
"Master Li, Master Li, please stay."
Li Wenshan stopped in response and turned around slowly.
Seeing Sun Shaozong's smiling appearance, his heart became more and more unhappy, and he couldn't help but criticize bluntly: "Master Sun, although you took the initiative to recruit the case, it was also for our Dali Temple's consideration, but you shouldn't even mention it at all. Just pass over Lord Tingwei and report to His Majesty!"
Although the official document handed over to Dali Temple in charge of the 'Heart-cutting Case' has not yet come down.
However, at the morning meeting just now, Sun Shaozong took the initiative to point out the matter 'in advance', and revealed the news that he might have to follow the imperial order to formulate 'military marriage regulations' in the future.
This naturally caused Wei Yi's strong dissatisfaction.
Although the Dali Temple Shaoqing, according to the regulations of the imperial court, is qualified to face the sacred performances alone. But without saying a word, directly jumping the grade to petition, a charge of contempt for the leadership, can't escape after all.
The two therefore had a tit-for-tat confrontation at the morning meeting.
And although Li Wenshan is a well-known good gentleman, he has always hated such 'bad rules'.
Fang Cai resisted not participating in the battle, but at this moment, he was alone, but he couldn't help but blame Sun Shaozong.
Sun Shaozong still smiled genially, spread his hands and said: "How could Master Li have wronged me? I entered the palace this time to face the Holy Spirit because of the death of my subordinate Zhang An, because it was out of selfishness and selfishness. Discuss in the yamen first."
"As for the case of Wei Zaikuai in Daxing County, it was also involved because of this—Brother Li should also be clear about this."
Li Wenshan suddenly recalled this reminder, as if Sun Shaozong had indeed mentioned some suspicious case when he was trying to clear up the Zhang An case.
At the moment, his attitude softened a little, but he still criticized: "Even so, Lord Sun should pay attention to his words and deeds. After all, Lord Tingwei has been in power for many years, no matter what..."
"Master, Master Sun!"
At this moment, Zuo Temple Zheng Tang Weishan suddenly came over in a panic, and shouted from a distance: "Two monks were killed and their bodies were abandoned on our Zuo Temple's awning boat!"
awning boat
Wouldn't it be the one I used a few days ago