[The old rules, the back measurement is in the middle of the night]

Welcome guests.

A wine shop with a little rudimentary but extremely prosperous business.

Because the main source of the wine shop's customers are all nearby vendors and pawns, the sound of five and six drinks in the lobby of the wine shop is enough to reach two miles when the meal arrives.

But on the morning of the eighth day, the shop seemed much quieter.

There are not a few people, mainly the old patrons who usually talk loudly, invariably lowering their voices-and the cause of this situation is the two monks, one old and one young.

These two monks are really not three-headed and six-armed, at best, the young monk is more handsome.

And there were only two plates of vegetarian dishes in front of them, and there was nothing to violate the precepts.

But the problem is that this wine shop is opened near the main entrance of Qingxuguan!

Even if the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism did not appear, the two monks ran to the gate of Qingxuguan to eat and drink, it was always a bit out of date.

However, in the face of everyone's scrutiny, the two monks were contented, and they were slowly tasting the food with a pot of freshly made high end.

Seeing a bowl of Yangchun face to the bottom, the younger monk put down his chopsticks and smiled and commented: "This hot and sour dried bamboo shoots really have some ways, no wonder I was praised by the "Blood Eyes"."

The great monk did not respond to him. He silently finished the noodle soup in his bowl, got up and settled the money for the meal with the shopkeeper, then turned back and said: "Amitabha, although this thing tastes delicious, it is not something I should be greedy for. ——Apprentice, go on the road as a teacher."

As he said, he kept his palms together and walked out of the door.

Hearing this, the little monk immediately reduced his smile, put the package on the table on his shoulders, and followed him with his palms together.

The two were one after the other, the elder Baoxiang was solemn and the young handsome. Although walking in this place where Taoism was prosperous, it attracted countless passers-by, but no one dared to disturb them.

Seeing that Qingxu Guan was near, the two monks were less prying eyes.

"Master."

The little monk hurried a few steps and asked quietly: "Where shall we go next?"

"Naturally, I traveled around the capital."

The elder monk laughed and said, "It's rare that this class of Ruixue has come down again, and you and my master and apprentice are not short of entanglements. If you don't take advantage of this to have a good time, will it not disappoint my Buddha's goodwill?

Hearing what he said, the little monk flashed worries on his face, hesitated several times, but after all he dared not question the old monk's decision.

At this moment, the old monk in front suddenly stopped and looked at a beggar in a single coat not far away. He sighed with compassion and said: "Goodness is good, the first good place of the capital, there are such poor people— —Well, there are thousands of Ande Guangsha, and the world is full of joy."

After hearing this, the little monk had a handsome face and became more and more entangled.

"Apprentice."

The old monk raised his hand and pointed, resolutely instructed: "You go alms to him, so that he can survive this winter anyway."

After hearing the words, the little monk hesitated for a while, and finally moved forward, digging out half of the money from his belt and throwing it into the broken pottery bowl of the little beggar.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle!"

The beggar saw that the gift was so generous, and he knelt down on the ground with joy right now, Yomo was too excited, his palm was cut open by the pottery bowl, blood spurted out, and half of his hand was dyed red in an instant.

But this beggar, as if he hadn't heard of it, continued to kowtowed in excitement to thank you.

Seeing his dog crawling under his feet, the little monk's face was full of disdain, but he said in his mouth: "Take it and change some old clothes, so that you won't be cold."

With that, he turned his head and returned to the old monk.

When the two were on the road again, the little beggar was still kowtow.

However, it was said that the two masters and disciples 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: "My teacher has long heard that the view of this Dali Temple is the first among all the yamen. Now that you have come to this neighborhood, if you don't pay your respects, wouldn't it be a visit to Baoshan instead of entering?"

"But Sun Shaozong..."

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist horn suppressed all the noise, and the two masters and disciples went on the road silently again.

…………

Dali Temple.

After more than half an hour of intrigue and nutritious morning meeting, You Shaoqing and Li Wenshan walked out of the flower hall with heavy steps, waiting to return to his official office to be quiet and quiet, and then Sun Shaozong rushed up:

"Master Li, Master Li, please stay."

Li Wenshan stopped in response and turned back slowly.

Seeing Sun Shaozong’s smiling face, he became increasingly unhappy and couldn’t help but bluntly criticize: “Master Sun, although you take the initiative to solicit the case, it is also for the consideration of Dali Temple, but you shouldn’t mention it anymore. Just go over Master Tingwei and report to your Majesty!"

Although the “heart-cutting case” was transferred to the official document in charge of Dali Temple~lightnovelpub.net~, it has not yet come down.

However, at the morning meeting, Sun Shaozong took the initiative to point out the matter ‘in advance’ and revealed the news that he might enact the ‘Military Marriage Regulation’ under the emperor’s order for some time to come.

This naturally caused Wei Yi's strong dissatisfaction.

Although Shaoqing of Dali Temple, according to court regulations, he was qualified to face the sacrament alone. But without saying this, directly leapfrogging to petition, a crime of contempt for the leader, after all, can't get away.

As a result, the two had a tit-for-tat match in the morning meeting.

Although Li Wenshan is a well-known gentleman, he has always hated such ‘bad rules’ things.

Only then did he forcibly endure not participating in the war. At this time, facing alone, he couldn't help but accuse Sun Shaozong.

Sun Shaozong still smiled kindly, spreading his hands together and said: "How come Master Li wronged me? I entered the palace this time for the death of my subordinate Zhang An, because it was selfish and selfish. Let’s discuss it in the Yamen first."

"As for the case of Wei Sukuai in Daxing County, this is also involved-this point should be clear to Brother Li."

Li Wenshan's reminder was also recalled immediately, as if Sun Shaozong had indeed mentioned some heart-wrenching suspicious cases when he tried to clear the case of Zhang An.

At present, his attitude has eased slightly, but his mouth is still criticized: "Even so, Master Sun should pay attention to his words and deeds. After all, Master Ting Wei has been in power for many years, no matter how..."

"Master, Master Sun!"

At this moment, Zuo Temple Zheng Tang Weishan suddenly looked for him in a panic, and shouted from a long distance away: "There are two monks who were killed on the awning boat in our Zuo Temple!"

Awning boat?

Isn't it the one I used a few days ago?

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: