Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The semicircular avenue is like the two wings of the main hall.

They walked forward along the avenue on the left.

The shadows cast by the tall trees formed a shade.

They walked in the shade, passing the release pond, and the lotus in the pond swayed gracefully, as if greeting them.

"I like this place!" Lin Feiyang praised: "It's open, not petty at all!"

Fakong nodded.

At least standing on the steps of the main hall and looking at the open situation in front of you will open your mind.

When the two came to the main hall, two monks were busy.

A monk with white eyebrows and a young appearance was wiping the incense burner.

This monk has sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and extraordinary, even if his eyebrows are white like an old man, he still gives people a sense of vigor and vitality.

He wiped the incense burner gently with a rag, as soft as if he was stroking it, his handsome face was tense, but his eyes were soft.

There was almost no incense soil in the dark incense burner. Three long incense sticks were slowly burning, emitting a faint sandalwood scent.

Another monk was wiping the steps.

His beard and eyebrows were all white, his face was as rosy and smooth as a baby, and he was smiling.

He buried his head and wiped carefully, not letting go of every inch, as if there was only this matter between heaven and earth, with no distractions and concentration.

Fakong put his hands together and bowed.

"Yuanye, Yuandeng, the new abbot is here!" Yuansheng said coldly.

The two looked up.

"Yuanye greets the abbot." Junyi monk put down the rag and put his hands together and bowed.

Another old monk with a red face also put down the rag and said with a smile: "Finally, we have an abbot, and we can open the temple gate to welcome pilgrims."

Fakong put his hands together and smiled: "Uncle Yuanye, Uncle Yuandeng, you will continue to work hard to manage the temple. I, the abbot, came here to study, see the prosperity of the capital, and sharpen my Buddhist heart. I probably can't support the other courtyard."

The two looked at each other.

Yuanye's handsome face was slightly tense, and his expression was cold: "Is the abbot here to mess around?"

"Alas..." Yuandeng shook his head and sighed: "The previous abbot Yuanxin was here to mess around, and you, nephew Fakong, are the same. It seems that our Vajra Courtyard has no chance of making a name for itself."

"Uncle Yuanxin's methods are powerful, and I am far inferior to him." Fakong smiled and said, "Just do it the same as before."

He had seen Yuanxin's methods from the bottom of his heart, and they were really powerful.

"Yes." The two of them responded perfunctorily, one continued to wipe the incense burner, and the other continued to wipe the steps.

Lin Feiyang opened his mouth and looked at Fakong.

No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that he can't say such discouraging words. A new official has three fires when he takes office. He must light the fire, let people see hope and have a goal, and then they will work hard.

Monk Fakong is good. Not only did he not light the fire, but he poured water instead, which made people feel cold.

How can this abbot do a good job!

He shook his head secretly: no experience, no experience!

Yuansheng said coldly: "Abbot, please follow me into the hall."

Fakong entered the main hall, clasped his hands and saluted the first generation of the Vajra Temple, and then left the hall.

The side halls on both sides each enshrined several ancestors, all of whom had achieved Vajra. He went forward one by one and clasped his hands to greet them.

There are corridors on both sides of the main hall, like two arms stretched out.

There is a moon gate on the right side of the main hall. After passing through the gate, a huge lotus pond comes into view.

On the nine-story high platform in the center of the lotus pond is a large hall and a scripture pavilion, which is about 300 square meters.

The corridor of more than 100 meters connects the main hall and the scripture pavilion.

In the lotus pond, the bright lotus swayed gently, and the fish poked their heads out from time to time, and then quickly retracted into the water.

Everyone came to the scripture pavilion and pushed the door in.

Rows of bookshelves, full of books, went directly to the fourth floor.

On the fourth floor is a brass bell, and the round wood that strikes the bell is painted purple, which is actually red sandalwood.

"Master Hui Ling is in charge of this side." Yuan Sheng said coldly: "But Master Hui Ling is always playful and often disappears."

"What a beautiful view." Fa Kong stood beside the bell and admired.

The four-story building is about twenty meters long, which is equivalent to the seventh floor in the previous life. It is already a high-rise building in Shenjing.

You can see restaurants not far away, and these restaurants are built higher.

This place is about two kilometers away from the Forbidden Palace. Without excellent eyesight, you can't see the Forbidden Palace clearly. High-rise buildings are prohibited within a radius of 500 meters of the Forbidden Palace.

But for him, two kilometers is not a problem.

Standing here, he can clearly see the entire Suzaku Avenue, and through the windows of the restaurants, he can see the diners inside.

It's breakfast time.

There are countless breakfast stalls on both sides of Suzaku Avenue, and the aroma of various foods wafts out.

The whole Shenjing seems to be shrouded in the aroma of food.

If you like cheap food, go to a roadside stall; if you like grandeur and refinement, go to a restaurant. Everyone has their own place to eat.

A breeze blew, bringing waves of tempting aroma.

Fakong said, "Since you've finished, let's go out to eat."

"We have food in the temple." Yuansheng said coldly, "Besides, we haven't seen your residence yet."

"Go and worship the stupa first." Fakong pointed to the last courtyard.

The stupa is in the center of the last courtyard.

The nine-story stupa built of blue bricks is full of traces of time, mottled and dilapidated, and it seems that it will collapse at any time.

After Fakong bowed and bowed, he went to a large courtyard next to the Sutra Pavilion.

This is an extremely spacious quadrangle, where Fakong lives as the abbot.

The smaller courtyard in front is where Yuansheng and the other four live.

They are all clean and tidy, spotless.

Fakong and Lin Feiyang left the courtyard and walked out of the gate. Yuansheng slammed the gate shut.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips: "What a bad temper, as if he is the abbot."

Fakong smiled and waved his hand, looking at the Feitian Temple next to him.

The gate of Feitian Temple was open, and people came and went.

The pilgrims kept quiet and looked solemn and serious.

"Alas..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said: "Look over there, then look over here, it's just a slap in the face, I can't stand it."

Fakong smiled: "It's Feitian Temple, so it's natural that there are many pilgrims."

"Why is it natural?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

Lin Feiyang was getting more and more impatient: "Monk, tell me quickly."

"You can go and see for yourself," Fakong said with a smile: "They don't recognize you yet, it's good to go and see it."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang agreed readily: "I'll go there after I come back from dinner."

Lin Feiyang was familiar with Shenjing City, especially the food, and took Fakong to the second floor of Guanyun Tower.

He found a seat by the window, ordered a few dishes skillfully, and soon set up a table, which was full and fragrant.

Fakong sat by the window, looking at the bustling crowd below: "It seems that they don't feel the drought."

Lin Feiyang snorted: "Isn't it the ability of Prince Xin?"

"He forcibly requisitioned all the grain shops, which offended all the grain shops and the owners behind them. The price of grain did not increase at all, and the disaster victims outside the city were all given grain. Alas..."

He shook his head: "I have never heard of anyone daring to do this. I just know that we have so much grain in Daqian. Even if we don't farm for a year, we still won't starve!"

Fakong listened casually and looked at the people on the street.

Everyone looked leisurely and unhurried.

Lin Feiyang said: "It was Prince Xin. He came from the army. This time he actually dispatched military ships to transport grain directly from the south to our side. The military ships carrying grain came one after another, and there were dozens of ships coming every day. Everyone had a bottom line in their hearts and didn't panic at all."

Fakong was thoughtful.

Does Daqian really have so much grain?

Fakong, wearing a purple and gold cassock, sat in this restaurant, naturally attracted a lot of attention, but he was calm.

Lin Feiyang didn't care about other people's eyes and talked as if no one was around.

People around looked at Fakong, because the Feitian Temple Branch and the Vajra Temple Branch were nearby, and it was not strange to see a monk.

They stopped looking at him and said their own words.

"Alas..., this God is too much, it should rain, otherwise, the well water will almost run out."

"The well in my house has been intermittent, it will be terrible if it doesn't rain!"

"It's a pity that no matter how capable Prince Xin is, he can't make it rain, he can only solve our stomach problem."

"Go to Anhe to fetch water, go home and put it in, and you can drink it after boiling it."

"The Shenwei Army is already guarding it, and it is not allowed to fetch water privately, saying that it will affect the passage of military ships in the river and affect the transportation of grain."

"This God is really unbearable!"

Fakong suddenly realized something.

He put down his chopsticks, took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then took out the wordless Buddhist scripture from his bosom.

Opening the first page, the three words became clearer, and it was clear that these three words were composed of countless small words.

Unfortunately, these small words could not be recognized.

"What are you looking at!" Lin Feiyang was throwing a meat bun into his mouth in one breath, chewing slowly, and looking over his shoulder.

Fakong ignored him and continued to stare at the small words, trying to see the specific appearance of these small words, and he really saw two small words clearly.

Unfortunately, he couldn't recognize any of them.

He could feel that these small words were of the same origin as the three big words, and they were self-contained.

Lin Feiyang laughed: "There's nothing, I thought there were flowers on it!"

What Lin Feiyang saw was a blank, without any words.

Fakong glanced at him, continued to stare at the small words, and saw two more small words clearly, but he couldn't recognize them either.

"Who is the most famous scholar in Shenjing City?"

"Hmm..." This question stumped Lin Feiyang.

If you ask Lin Feiyang which masters there are in Shenjing City, he knows more. He doesn't care about those literati at all.

"Ask around." Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang patted his chest and took care of himself.

After dinner, the two of them went down Guanyun Tower and walked on the bustling Zhuque Avenue, stopping from time to time to look around.

At this time, most of the early stalls had been closed, and the shops on both sides were open. The waiters were cleaning diligently and soliciting customers at the same time.

When Fakong returned to the villa, he found that several people were already standing at the gate.

The eight guards had high temples and were vigorous.

The delicate and sweet Madam Xu was holding Xu Qingluo, with two little boys pulling her clothes at her feet, and a handsome young man standing beside her.

Fakong knew the identity of this young man, Xu Enzhi, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites of Daqian.

Xu Enzhi stepped forward and bowed: "I, Xu Enzhi, greet Master Fakong."

"Master Xu, please come in." Fakong bowed, bowed to Madam Xu, and smiled at Xu Qingluo and the two little boys.

Lin Feiyang stepped forward and knocked on the door. Yuansheng opened the door coldly and invited them in.

The group went straight to Fakong's courtyard.