After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

Three days later, Xia Yang returned to the earth. Qiligang, outside Changmen in Luocheng, Yangzhou, is crowded with people, carriages and horses. After meeting at the government office that day, the matter of opening the river was finally put on the agenda. Pei Jiaoran sent someone to preside over the opening of the river, and at the same time he sent the accompanying Jinwu Guards and the Shence Army sent by Li Xiujing to work together to repair the dams and bridges.

At the same time, in the name of the state capital, the vacant houses of local wealthy families were expropriated as temporary resettlement places for the people. And provide certain preferential and exemption policies. Therefore, the local wealthy households are very cooperative.

In addition to the people watching the excitement on the river embankment, most of them are river workers who plow the river.

Pei Jiaoran and Shen Yunzhou were leading the way. One was the Vice Minister of Zhongshu and Jianghuai Salt and Iron Envoy, and the other was the governor of Yangzhou, both of whom were of high status. The two led Sima, Biejia, Chang Shi and other state officials, as well as the accompanying Du Water Supervisor and Ministry of Works officials, to burn incense in front of the altar and worship the river god with three animals.

After offering sacrifices to the river god, the golden gong sounded. The construction of the river can finally be officially started.

Pei Jiaoran was walking near the river embankment, followed by Shen Yunzhou.

"What's the current situation in the affected counties?" Pei Jiaoran asked warmly.

"With relief, it's not too bad. It's just that there are monks preaching to them." Shen Yunzhou looked at Pei Jiaoran, "Mr. Pei, a certain mother and grandmother are worshipers of Samanas. There are some things that I can't come forward for, so I can only support you privately."

Pei Jiaoran frowned, "Where did the monk come from?"

"Xuanjing was previously in Huanqi's mansion, but he escaped the day Runzhou was captured. Recently, he appeared in Yangzhou again, giving lectures to everyone. I heard that more and more people were listening to his lectures, and every time There are hundreds of people. If this continues, I’m afraid it’s inappropriate.”

Pei Jiaoran nodded in agreement, "From Zhang Jiao to Sun En's disaster. Once the civil unrest is mixed with religious colors, the resentment it arouses is equivalent to subverting the destiny of the country."

The reason why civil unrest inspired by religion is difficult to control is because believers generally have blind obedience. Especially when they encounter those religions with strict and complete doctrines, it is easy for people to fall into them due to the constraints of various dogmas. Once religion and politics are too deeply involved, the cost of governance coordination will be reduced from the source.

"Is he just teaching the Dharma?"

"Currently it's just teaching."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran nodded. She remembered that in the third year of Emperor Taizong's accession to the throne, there was a monk named Faya. He was favored by Emperor Gaozu and could freely enter and leave the palace to preach scriptures to Emperor Gaozu. After Emperor Taizong ascended the throne, because Taizong did not like Buddha and naturally did not like Falla, he took away Falla's right to freely enter and exit the palace. Falla was quite dissatisfied with this and used his lectures to slander Taizong.

Although what he said was not true, the people did not know the truth and would only believe what they heard. Although Xuanjing didn't say anything now, his subtle influence may not lead to disaster.

After thinking for a moment, Pei Jiaoran smiled and looked into the distance, "He has boundless Dharma, and I also have great Taoism. Let's see who has the deeper Taoism."

Following Pei Jiaoran's line of sight, Shen Yunzhou looked over.

Yangzhou City goes eastward and surrounds the canal. It is the Zenzhi Temple in the east of Yangzhou City, next to Yueming Bridge.

This temple was built in the Daye period of Yang Sui. It was originally a Sui palace and was later converted into a temple. Because it is a palace renovation, the layout of the temple is different from other temples. A main hall is built in the middle of the gate, with verandahs on the left and right flanking it, which were later changed to monk towers. The left sequence leads to the peony garden, with a door in front of the garden. There is a spring in front of the garden, called "Shu Well". The temple is dedicated to the gods and Bodhisattvas. The temples are all made of glazed tiles, and the Buddha statues are made of copper and gold paint.

The evening drums sounded, and the chirping of insects and chanting began. A monk in black robes walked through the corridor and stopped in front of a house. The sounds in the house reached my ears.

One of them said: "That donor Pei, I had a conversation with her when I was in Tongzhou. Although she has a kind heart, it's a pity that she is not the same person."

Another person said: "It doesn't matter whether we are my generation or not. It's just that I heard people say that she intends to restrict the Buddha. But this Buddhist temple is where all the monks live. If it is destroyed, where will we go?"

"Well, I'm going to visit the state capital tomorrow. Let's see if we can meet her by chance." The person in front sighed, "I just hope she can be magnanimous and don't embarrass us."

"Master, Buddhism can solve everyone's doubts. Why does the donor do this?" A young voice sounded.

The monk outside the room sighed. The person who spoke just now was his junior brother Qingfan. Although he started three years later than him, he is very popular with his master. It is believed that he is extraordinary and will do great Buddhist work twenty years later. I don't know if it is true as the master said. His junior brother's understanding is indeed much higher than his.

And the master Du Neng and his friends crossed the law.

Hold your breath and continue listening. Just listen to the master saying: "This is her Dharma, her way. If you meet her, don't be rash. I know that your senior brother Xuanjing is reciting the Dharma outside. But his method is wrong and can easily lead to death."

Listening to the sounds inside the house, Xuan Jing sighed softly outside the house. Turn around and walk to the other side. Returning to his residence, he sat cross-legged and recited Buddhist scriptures silently. However, at this moment, his heart was filled with desire, jealousy and even dissatisfaction. These distracting thoughts were like demons, eroding his consciousness.

He quickly twirled the beads in his hands, sweat dripping from his forehead. In an attempt to relieve the restlessness in the heart, so as to wipe the body and mind clean. The Zen master Shenxiu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty once said that the body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand, which should be wiped diligently at all times to prevent any dust.

However, he seems to have been caught in the dust and involved in the struggle. Huan Qi was kind to him, and he felt that Huan Qi's death was unjust. So he taught the people the law and let them understand Huan Qi's difficulties. But the master actually said that he was wrong. Was he really wrong? Think for a moment

Xuanjing walked to the low cabinet next to the bed, bent down and took out a pair of straw sandals.

Buddhism does not engage in production or labor. However, this pair of shoes was something he learned from his neighbors before he started. He made it according to the size of his master's foot, and it was a gift he wanted to give to his master.

After simply packing some things, Xuanjing went out. The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and insects are chirping all around. He stopped at the door of the room where he heard the conversation just now, gathered his clothes and bowed.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open.

"Xuanjing."

Hearing this, Xuanjing looked up and saw his master, his friends, and his junior brother Qingfan.

"Master..." Xuanjing opened his mouth and called out.

Du Neng looked at him with a smile and saw that he was wearing ordinary clothes. With another burden on his back, he sighed, "Have you decided?"

"Yes." Under Du Neng's gaze, Xuanjing couldn't help but take a step back.

Ran Duneng still smiled and said, "That's okay. This promotion of Dharma is difficult and dangerous, so please take it seriously.

"Disciples should keep in mind the teachings of the master." After saying this, Xuanjing joined his hands and saluted, and handed over the straw sandals he had knitted, "May the master's Dharma..."

Du Neng didn't let him continue talking about the rest. He stretched out his hand to help him up, "Just go ahead."

"If the promotion of Dharma fails, I also look forward to seeing you again." After saying this, Xuanjing left in a hurry.

After Xuanjing walked away, Du Neng let out a long sigh. Xuan Jing is also his disciple. Although he has great wisdom, it is a pity that he is not very smart and does not understand what it means to temporarily avoid the edge. And letting him leave not only because he couldn't interfere with anything else, but also because he wanted to keep other people.