Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Qingquan and Bai Yao looked at each other and felt that they had learned something incredible. It turned out that it was not only the sun and the moon that reversed black and white, but also the tongues of the senior brothers (shibo).

"Master, please this way!"

The officials respectfully invited the three of them in.

There is a plan table in the hall, carved chairs on both sides, and living pictures of the common people are hung on the walls.

Arranged very delicately.

At the top sits a fat red-robed official, holding tea to his lips. There was another person next to him, wearing official uniforms, with a square face and a mole on his cheek.

"Wang Shougui!"

Qingquan exclaimed in surprise.

When the little official who accompanied him heard the voice, he couldn't help shouting, "Daoist Qingquan! Daoist Qinghui!"

It turned out that he was the groom's official who had met once in Lingxi Town. He was frightened and fainted twice by Huahua. Later, because Su Tan'er escaped from marriage, he asked his father to find an errand in Nanling City.

However, Mr. Yu, who was serving the tea, was unhappy. He pursed his lips and placed the tea cup heavily.

"How did you make the tea! Don't you know the habit of this official? After the tea is filtered three times, seven parts water, three parts tea!"

Wang Shougui didn't care about the greetings, he hurriedly picked up the tea cup, and said with sincerity, "Sir, calm down, my subordinates are clumsy and inexperienced, so I will go down and redeploy!"

"Humph."

Master Yu turned his head in dissatisfaction and looked into the hall.

Holding the tea cup, Wang Shougui hurried out of the inner room to prepare new tea in the inner courtyard.

Before leaving, he looked at Zhang Ming and Qingquan and shook his head slightly, as if to signal to be careful of this difficult adult.

Zhang Ming sighed slightly.

Unexpectedly, the young man who made the oath of "30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi" is living such a servile life now. The life of life is sweet as water and astringent as tea.

There is no such thing as Dou Di Xiao Yan... it's just the last lustful reverie of a teenager who had been divorced.

"Master Yu, the poor road is the Qing Hui of the Lingshu Temple of Zhuoguang Mountain. I came to visit today to discuss the fief of Zhuoguang Mountain. Please listen to and hear the truth fairly."

Zhang Ming bowed politely.

In fact, by this time, he has no expectations for this Master Yu. What kind of a good official can he condone the small officials to block the common people, greedy tea and take time away, and oppress Wang Shougui?

It's just that the process to go still has to go.

As the ancients said, first rituals and then soldiers. You can't even see it without seeing it, try it without trying it, and hit the door just based on subjective assumptions. This is not called bravery, it is called ignorance.

"That's how the internet trolls in the previous life were. Wherever you need the truth, you can just spray yourself. After all, what you vent is your own grievances, and what you fight against is your own repression."

Zhang Ming laughed, if these words were seen by those people in the previous life, they would definitely be sprayed out.

Master Yu, who was at the top, had a heavy face. The guy in front of him was laughing at him, but now he couldn't figure out the details of the other party, so it was not easy to express his position directly.

If there is a prince or aristocrat standing behind the other party, and he offends him indiscriminately, then he will not be able to end it.

This officer must be cautious.

"Adjutant Liang, this is..."

He moved his eyes and threw the problem out.

The little official who begged Zhang Ming to come in hurriedly reported: "Sir, these three people said that they are from Zhuoguang Mountain, for the delivery of the fief. They have reached an agreement with Zen Master Huilun and received compensation. This time, they are here to go through the formalities."

When he said this, Master Yu also remembered the incident of Zhuoguangshan. At that time, Zen Master Huilun came forward to vent it.

For this reason, Xiaohanshan Temple also invited a golden Buddha for itself. Although the volume is only the size of a tea cup, the sincerity and Buddha's meaning in it cannot be measured by the price. According to the Zen master, this Buddha can protect his official luck.

He was originally worried that some people in Zhuoguang Mountain would resist the trouble, but he didn't expect Zen Master Huilun to do everything without leaking, which has already made the other party willing to deliver.

As expected of a monk!

think of this,

Master Yu smiled and said: "So it is! Daoist Qinghui, this fief has been sealed and concluded, and the procedures are naturally simple. Adjutant Liang, you check the materials and remake the title deed!"

"Yes, follow your orders!"

Adjutant Liang took the matter respectfully and smiled at Zhang Ming and the others on the side, "Everyone, please sit down and hand over all the materials to the subordinate for inspection and delivery."

"Thank you, Mr. Yu! Adjutant Lao Liang!"

Zhang Ming took out the original title deed from his sleeve and said with a smile, "This is the original Zhuoguangshan contract. It was conferred by Nanling City when the first emperor was there, and the owner of the deed is Taixuzi."

"By the way, that is my master. It's just that now the master has passed away, please hand over to the name of the poor road."

With that said, he handed out the deed.

"Okay okay, I understand. Huh?"

Adjutant Liang habitually agreed twice, and suddenly froze, what, isn't it handed over to Xiaohanshan Temple?

He shook his hand holding the deed: "Daoist Qing Hui, are you sure that it is delivered to you, not Zen Master Huilun?"

Master Yu also noticed something was wrong, but he knew that he was cautious as an official. Although his eyebrows were heavy, he didn't say much.

Zhang Ming Zuo smiled and said: "Of course it is handed over to the poor way. I have long agreed with Zen Master Huilun that at this ceremonial ceremony, he will represent Buddhism, and Pindao will represent Taoism, and debate Buddhism in front of the people of Nanling City. high and low."

"The winner will get Zhuoguang Mountain, and the loser will cut his hair to become a monk, or he will enter the Dao. At this time, the outcome is not divided, and Zhuoguang Mountain will naturally belong to the poor Dao, so why can't it be delivered?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them were shocked!

"This... This is a shocking thing! Today's saints worship Buddhism and suppress Taoism, and now Nanling City has actually started a Buddhist and Taoist debate. It would be better if Xiaohanshan Temple won..."

They are not fools, they figured out the tricks at once. If Zen Master Huilun wins, Longyan will be delighted, and Buddhism will prosper; if Taoism wins, it will be like sweeping away Longyan!

The Buddhism and Daoism are now like two huge wheels rolling against each other, and you and others stand in it, if you are not careful, you may be crushed into powder by them.

Master Yu's hands and feet trembled. At this time, should he choose to stand in line and fight for glory and wealth?

Adjutant Liang obviously wanted to understand, but he was different. No matter which side he stood on, he had to stand with his immediate subordinate, Lord Shangguan Yu.

Future and destiny, facing a choice at this moment!

Looking at the pondering two, Zhang Ming showed a satisfied smile. In fact, the moment he entered Nanling City, he thought about everything. Xiaohanshan Temple is secretly planning.

So when you enter the city, how should you deal with it?

Call directly at the door, be happy and grudge, don't keep chickens and dogs? But now Buddhism symbolizes the holy will of Jin, and he is not ready to force the whole country.

In this case, why not compete with each other in an open and honest way, and use the people's leisurely mouth to block the holy will!

In fact, such disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, whether in previous lives or in this world, are not uncommon.

In 1258 of Emperor Xianzong of the Yuan Dynasty, Quanzhen and Shaolin debated in front of the imperial court. More than 500 people fought and 34 advocates argued. In the end, the Taoist sect was defeated, and 17 Taoist priests cut their hair and became monks.

Whether the contract is delivered or not is no longer important. The important thing is to borrow the household registration office to pass his words to the other party.

"Hui Lun, since you have long planned and planned secretly, Pindao is now taking the initiative to attack and disrupt your rhythm. I want to see, how will you... respond?"

Zhang Ming raised his eyes, as if he had passed through many barriers and landed on a bald monk in Nanling City.

This is the real purpose of his trip!

At this time, Wang Shougui walked in with tea and said respectfully, "Sir, this subordinate has made tea again."