Nongmen Shenjue

After coming out of the teahouse, the two found a carriage and headed to Foguang Temple.

While drinking tea in the restaurant, I heard from the waiter that asking for a lottery at Foguang Temple is very effective, especially for asking for a child, almost responding to every request. Not only locals, but also many foreigners come here admiringly.The two were dressed in rich and noble clothes, and they were obviously foreigners. When the buddy talked about the places to visit in Guangmin County, Foguang Temple was on the list.

I found out that the place is not too far away, so I just went for a stroll.

The carriage swayed, and the idyllic scenery along the way, half an hour later, I saw the temple halfway up the mountain.The temple is not very big, but it is well repaired, cigarettes are curling up in the sky, and there are endless pilgrims at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, two people on the side of the road caught Mu Qingyan's attention.

It is a pair of master and servant.

The man looked haggard and sick, and with the help of his servants, he staggered forward.It seems that he is also a pilgrim going to Foguang Temple, but the man is not from a poor family because of his clothes, not to mention that he is accompanied by servants, but he did not take a car for such a long way to the temple.

The servant kept talking, with a worried look on his face.

The moment the carriage passed by, I heard the servant's words: "...the sun is so big, and the young master is still ill, how can I work so hard. I know the young master is worried about the lady, I will go find it, and I will be careful Find it, young master, go back."

It appears that family members have disappeared.

Even so, is it useful to pray to God and worship Buddha?It's just a desperate choice to seek psychological comfort.

When they arrived at Foguang Temple, the two of them didn't take incense, but just looked around the temple.Sure enough, the incense here is very strong, especially the place where the lottery is released has a long queue.

"Do you want to ask for a lottery?" Wen Jixue asked.

Mu Qingyan shook his head: "I don't believe this."

"Go to the back mountain to see?" Foguang Temple is not big, and it will be over soon, so it's not interesting.

"En." Mu Qingyan nodded, and looked at the place where he asked for the talisman.Although I don't believe this, but I came here, maybe it's a good idea to ask for amulets for the brothers and sisters of the Mu family.

Just at this time, there was noise outside the gate of the temple, and it seemed that a dispute had occurred.

The Buddha's sect emphasizes cleanliness, even if pilgrims come in and out, but no one will make a loud noise, lest they will desecrate the Bodhisattva Buddha.When I saw the two parties arguing, I was even more surprised. It turned out to be the pair of masters and servants I had seen on the way here. They confronted the great monk of Foguang Temple.

"It's him again! This person said that his wife and sister disappeared when they were offering incense at Foguang Temple, and he must say that the monks in the temple are hiding, and they have come to make trouble several times."

"You can't talk nonsense, the hall is full of Bodhisattvas."

"Who said it wasn't. I reported it to the officials, and the officials searched the entire temple, but they didn't find anyone at all. Later, I found an embroidered shoe on a trail going down the mountain at the back of the mountain. The man identified it and said it was His wife's, which means that his wife and sister were lost in the temple. He didn't believe it, insisted on making a fuss, and went to the yamen again and again to complain. Stop the board. Unexpectedly, it's only been a few days, and it's here again."

There were many hawkers outside the temple, talking with each other and telling the whole story.

Sure enough, the great monk who prevented the master and servant from entering was merciful, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Almsgiver, the poor monk knows that you are sad, but your wife and Lingmei are not in the Foguang Temple, which may disturb other pilgrims. Please come back."

"You say you are not here? I don't know what is tricky in your temple. As long as my wife and sister are returned, I will not come again. Otherwise... I have found out clearly that the pilgrims who disappeared in your temple are not alone. Two! At worst, I will give up my life and go to the capital to beat Dengwen drums to complain!" The man said angrily, his face flushed with sickness.

There were Dengwen drums in all dynasties. In this dynasty, a Dengwen drum was installed outside the gate to accept complaints from the people.

This is equivalent to a leapfrog appeal, and naturally there are certain prerequisites.The imperial court stipulated that only those who refused to accept the trial at the county, state and government levels were allowed to go to the capital to beat the Dengwengu to appeal.Of course, if it involves the plaintiff's chief, court officials, or confidential matters, you can also directly beat the drum.There are other regulations, if the complaint is not true, you will have to stick [-] sticks. If you beat it like this, you will basically not die or be disabled.

However, everyone knows that regulations are one thing, and how they actually work is another.

Nowadays, the regulations on Dengwen Drum are more stringent. To beat the Dengwen Drum is to alarm the Holy Majesty, and you have to be beaten with a board before you can face the Holy Spirit.Generally, it is not a big grievance, and no one takes the risk of beating the drum to complain.

"Amitabha." The great monk clasped his hands together, and a stern look flashed in his downcast eyes.

Mu Qingyan was aroused with curiosity and paid extra attention, so the change in the monk's expression did not escape his gaze.

He let go of his mental power and covered the temple, and found that there were many monks gathered in the meditation room behind, and one of them was the abbot in cassock.These monks are not reciting scriptures or praising Buddha at the moment, and they have no kindness and kindness, and all of them have stern faces.

"This ghost surnamed Ji lingers and entangles him endlessly. You should kill him as I said at the beginning." The monk who spoke had a big arm and waist, glaring like a king kong, and slapped the table, almost breaking it apart.

"Did you forget what the elder said?" The abbot smiled coldly: "I have warned you a long time ago that Foguang Temple cannot attract attention, and so many women are not enough for entertainment? Fortunately, the county government has taken care of it, otherwise, if something happens, how many of you indivual……"

The faces of the monks changed, and their arrogance lowered.

"Then, what should we do now? I think that Ji is determined to drive him away this time, maybe he will really go to Beijing to beat Dengwen Drum."

The abbot said coldly: "Before, he was concerned about Ji's family, but now he is seeking his own death. When he leaves Guangmin County, he will do it quietly, and don't leave any openings."

Mu Qingyan pieced the whole thing together, and always felt that something was overlooked.

He crossed the crowd and came to the left side of the main hall, where a merit monument stood.He didn't pay attention to it before, but looking at it now, the name of the person headed by the stele of merit is "Qian Sheng", with a brief introduction.

Sure enough, this Foguang Temple was rebuilt by Qian Shengyu who donated money ten years ago.

Although Qian Sheng had known that he would do this, who would have thought that it would be the most famous Foguang Temple.

Now looking at the hidden filth in the temple, it suddenly becomes clear.

He approached Wen Jixue and said in a low voice, "Foguang Temple was rebuilt with money donated by Qian Sheng."

Hear the string song and know the elegant meaning.

Wen Jixue said: "Follow?"

"Well, let's ask about the specific situation first." Although Mu Qingyan suspected that there was a similar winery cellar in the temple, the words of the man surnamed Ji just now indicated that pilgrims disappeared in Foguang Temple earlier.When contacting and investigating, several monks mentioned the management of the Yamen, which made him have to suspect the role played by the county government in the trafficking gang.

Foguang Temple is well-known, and most people think that the man surnamed Ji is pestering him unreasonably. He not only helps the monks stop him, but also condemns him.The man surnamed Ji was angry and impatient, his injury was not healed, his illness was not healed, and he walked all the way, his eyes darkened and he almost passed out.

Someone felt sorry for him and advised him.

The servant also persuaded him because he was worried that his body would not be able to hold on.

In the end, the man surnamed Ji could only leave sadly.

The three of Mu Qingyan sat in the carriage when they came, and they were far behind.

Originally, I planned to stay away from the temple and find another opportunity to get to know each other.Unexpectedly, the man couldn't hold on, and passed out on the side of the road after walking not far. The servant was sweating profusely, and stopped their carriage when he saw them.

"Young master, please help my young master." The servant could only kneel and kowtow.

Wen Jixue waved his hand, Gao Tian got out of the car immediately, and carried the man into the car.

Gao Tian and his servants sat next to the coachman. The coachman was not happy at first because there were too many people and the horses were tired. He promised to double the fare, but the coachman reluctantly agreed.

After entering the city, the carriage went straight to the hospital.

In the evening, Mu Lin came to the city to pass the news, and then went out of the city again.

Mu Qingyan and the two met a man surnamed Ji by accident, so they simply opened a guest room at the inn where he was staying.

The man surnamed Ji has a good foundation, if not for this, he would not be able to survive even after a lot of tossing.Medicine was poured in the clinic, and the wound on the board was a little cracked. After some treatment, the doctor repeatedly told Haosheng to rest, not to be tired from running around, and to replenish his vitality.

The servant thanked him again and again with a bitter look on his face. It turned out that he was too shy to pay for the medicine and consultation fees.

Mu Qingyan helped out the money.

By the way, go directly to the inn where the man surnamed Ji stayed.

As a matter of course, the man surnamed Ji had almost spent all his money, and he was reluctant to take a car to go to Foguang Temple, so how could he have the money to pay for the room.Fortunately, when he first came to Guangmin County, he had a lot of money, and he was good at eating and drinking. The innkeeper also knew that something happened to his wife and sister, and he knew that all his money was used to manage the yamen. Out of sympathy, he let him I owe on credit, but the original good room was returned and I lived in another inferior room.

After dinner, Mu Qingyan and Wen Jixue came to look for the man.

"Young Master Wen, Young Master Mu, please come in quickly." The servant opened the door and was very grateful to see the two of them.

"Thank you two brothers for your help. Ji Mingming is very grateful. Forgive me for being inconvenient and unable to get up to greet him." The man sat by the bed, although he still looked sick, but he was much better than during the day.

"Brother Ji, you're being polite." Wen Jixue's address immediately brought the two parties closer.

"I think you two know about Ji." Ji Ming smiled wryly, thinking of his wife and sister who had been missing for many days, his eyes were red, painful and helpless.

Wen Jixue glanced at Mu Qingyan.

Mu Qingyan said: "Brother Ji's matter, I have a general idea, I wonder if Brother Ji can elaborate?"