Fang Jifan finally felt that his ears were clear and he was very hungry, so he could only wait patiently for the refreshment to be served.

But at this moment, he heard the woman on the tea stall talk to a tea chef, "It has been more than 20 days since it has not rained. I don't know which day it was harvested, which angered the heaven..."

When Fang Jifan heard the three words "Tiankan" and felt a chill in his back. Why did he listen to it? It was like calling himself a prodigal son?

Then he heard the woman say, "It's just that the Taoists in Longquan Temple are not only unwilling to give up their mercy and reduce rents, but they also spoke a few days ago, saying that the rent price this year is the same as in previous years. Although it was a snow disaster in previous years, it was not only like this this year, but then there was a severe drought. Now that Longquan Temple refuses to reduce rents, isn't this a desperate situation?"

The tea lovers who passed by nodded repeatedly: "The real person in Longquan Temple is really unvirtuous."

"That's right, thousands of farmers, I don't know how many people will suffer this year."

Fang Jifan listened with his ears, and heard thousands of farmers, raised his eyebrows and said to the woman: "Come on."

So the woman hurried forward. She seemed to be used to watching the words and expressions. This woman, who was only thirty years old, was a bit pretty. She seemed to think Fang Jifan was handsome, so she had noticed it a long time ago. She stroked the ends of her forehead, glanced at Fang Jifan, and said coquettishly: "What are the instructions of the guest officer?"

Fang Jifan immediately glanced at her husband with sympathy, and then said, "What, there are so many farms in Longquan Temple? They are Taoist practitioners, where do they come from so many places?"

Xu Jing sat aside, his eyes glowing, looked at the woman up and down, and said, "My mentor is a great nobleman. I have a good answer and I will be rewarded."

However, Tang Yin only looked at Yuquan Mountain in the distance, as if his mind was cultivated.

Wang Shouren, who was standing beside him, was thinking about something, as if he was still thinking about what Fang Jifan had said just now.

Ouyang Zhi and the other two were stunned and sat upright. Without the instructions of their mentors, they did not move at all.

The woman smiled sweetly, and when the water snake twisted her waist, there were thousands of styles. The eyebrows were so sensuous, and her voice was a bit tender, "Do you know anything about it? Longquan Temple was built when Emperor Wen moved the capital to Beijing. When Emperor Wen was there, he gave thousands of acres of land. Later, the emperors of all generations often gave some more or less. Later, when Emperor Chenghua was in the same year, even the former Emperor Chenghua knew the reputation of Longquan Temple. He sent an imperial envoy to Longquan Temple to pay homage to the immortals in the hall and gave thousands of fertile land."

She paused and smiled, "Besides, Longquan Temple is not Baiyun Temple. Baiyun Temple only cares about practicing and practicing immortals and alchemy. However, Longquan Temple is a full-time talisman. This blessing and exorcising ghosts and various rituals are the most effective. In the entire capital, there is only one Longquan Temple. Do you think, there are so many noble people in this capital, who has no fun in their lives? If someone is infected with evil and has passed away, you must ask Longquan Temple to move them.

The real people go to the cooking. Just say, two years ago, did Xinjianbo die? He invited the real person from Longquan Temple. He held the grand ceremony for 49 days. Although it was Longquan Temple and did not collect cash, the Count's mansion would be useless. After the funeral, someone directly offered a thousand taels of silver and offered 500 acres of land. This is a sign. Which family is not like this? No matter how poor you are, you cannot lose the real person, and you cannot lose the gods in the sky, right?"

Fang Jifan was stunned when he heard this. He only knew that there were a large amount of land in ancient temples. He never thought that the Taoist priests had considerable land.

If you think about it carefully, isn’t this the case? Not to mention that the emperor needs to use monks and Taoists to rule the hearts of the people. There are so many wealthy families in the capital, and there is a wedding and funeral and funeral matter. How could these Taoists lack these Taoists? They did it for them? Over the past hundred years, God knows how much land and gold and silver have been accumulated, let alone the income from land rent.

It seemed that the woman thought Fang Jifan didn't believe it, so she continued to say with a plea: "Young Master doesn't know. Look here, it's a few miles away from Longquan Temple, right? But even so, the land here is still from Longquan Temple. You are riding a horse and running towards Longquan Temple for half an hour, and you are afraid you won't be able to escape from the Longquan Temple. People say that Longquan Temple has tens of acres of land. In this capital, in addition to the imperial village and Wangzhuang, there are also official fields, and there are the most places in various temples and Taoist temples. Ordinary people, don't look at wealth, but the expenses are also high. After several generations, a few spoiled things have been released, and they are unable to recover. However, the Taoist temple and the monks in the temple are usually fed by pilgrims. They may receive rewards every now and then, and the rent is scary. If there are any rituals, there is no need to mention it.

These damn miscellaneous hairs, parasites that don’t cause production, and villains that numb the people’s spirits!

Fang Jifan was furious. When he thought of these miscellaneous Taoist priests, they were all ate and gritted their teeth. The awe-inspiring righteousness deep in their hearts was stimulated.

The woman didn't seem to see that Fang Jifan was furious and said, "Actually, the real people in Longquan Temple have excellent cultivation and are self-disciplined. However, there are some Taoists who rely on their own Taoist certificates, who are Taoists recognized by the court. The Longquan Temple is rich in oil and water. They have three wives and four concubines outside. After being a Taoist priest for a few years, they can buy a large amount of private property. It is really envious. This Zhengyi Dao is different from the Quanzhen Sect. The Quanzhen Sect has precepts, but the Zhengyi Dao has no precepts. Look at Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain, doesn't he have a wife and a concubine? If you want to eat meat, you can drink wine, and you can have a Taoist priest. What a free life is this?"

Fang Jifan could no longer hold it back, and slapped the table and said angrily: "There is really no king's law. These people do not look like people outside the square."

"Young Master..." The woman thought that Xu Jing had just said that there was a reward, so she became even more excited and kept sending surprises to Fang Jifan: "Young Master, you are still young, how can you know the activities here? In the first place, although there are many laity masters and real gods, among the Taoists, who came down the mountain to do rituals for others, there were also many unworthy disciples who touched the widow's door at night, and were full of wealth. Even the emperor wanted to sacrifice to the sky, so he had to invite them? They were drought and flooding.

What do you think of the business that guarantees the collection? I will calculate it for you. If it is a good year, the people can have a full meal and have a surplus. Do you have to go to the temple to offer some wealth? But if it is a disaster year, let’s say that there is a severe drought. Many people have a difficult life and no way to live. They have to rely on God, and they must not miss the immortals to eat one bite of food. The prefectures and counties here need to pray for rain. The people are counting on the times to run, so they don’t have to take out money and grain to worship those Taoist masters on the mountain?”

Fang Jifan was so angry that his face turned blue: "I really didn't expect that there were such people in Longquan Temple. I was so angry that I was so angry. These scums. Xu Jing, pay the bill!"

After saying that, he stood up angrily, and didn't care about a few disciples. He ran towards the horse tied to the horse stake not far away, untied the horse rope, turned over the horse neatly, and rushed to Longquan Temple in a hurry.

Xu Jing had just paid the bill and smiled at the woman meaningfully, and naturally gave her an extra piece of silver. Seeing this, the woman seemed to understand something and gave him a Qiubo. Then she fell from the corner of her eyes on her husband who was storing tea in the distance.

Then Xu Jing reluctantly moved his eyes away from her.

"Well... where is the teacher going?" Tang Yinze, who was standing beside him, was shocked again.

Wang Shouren was also confused.

However, Ouyang Zhi, Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen's hearts were at the bottom of the valley. Although they were stunned, they had been with their mentors day and night, and they had long known about their mentors' "being a person". Mentors... This was going to Longquan Temple.

Ouyang Zhi couldn't help but touch his forehead, feeling that his head was about to crack, and he silently thought in his heart: "I hope it's not what I imagined, it must be not. Mentor... I should be shameless..."

Xu Jing was Linglongxin. When he heard this, he immediately understood, his eyes lit up, and he sighed: "My teacher is such an amazing person, wise, hurry up... catch up."

Only then did everyone realize that they went to untie the donkey and horse, and the group hurriedly chased after him.

Fang Jifan rode his horse and galloped deep in his heart, and there was a kind of unrestrained joy. The land... the land, the land is thousands of hectares of fertile land, and it is also the land in the suburbs of Beijing!

Isn’t this a gift from God? I am worried that I can’t find a place to grow sweet potatoes.

He was excited and couldn't help but want to roar. Our Fang Jifan... finally had the capital to fight the drought. How many people could survive?

He rode his horse all the way to the gate of Longquanguan Mountain. Before he could react, Fang Jifan dismounted directly and was too lazy to tie the horse to the horse stake. He grabbed the clothes of a Taoist in Gui: "I want to meet Puji..."

At this time, Puji Zhenren was still in the Sanqing Pavilion. Fang Jifan had been walking for a long time, but his heart could not calm down for a long time and was still full of regrets.

It took so long for him to feel as uneasy as he is today. His conversation with Fang Jifan reminded him of the missing master, and his feelings can be imagined.

That was a memory from decades ago, but at that time, it was precisely when he was in his prime. People were always prone to the beauty of the past, especially Puji Zhenren, who had already gray hair and aging, and was about to die.

He couldn't help but find that the corners of his eyes were still wet. People outside shouldn't be so sentimental, but today they were particularly disobedient.

The thought touched Fang Jifan again. When the master valued this young man so much, Puji Zhenren couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Thinking back then, how stupid his qualifications were. Although he was taught by his master, he was a real person of his generation. He presided over Longquan Temple and ranked second-ranked honorable, but Fang Jifan was a young man, who had to be enlightened by his master, and could write the "Collected Meaning of the True Moral Sutra". Unfortunately, such a good opportunity, the young man didn't care at all.

"Master, Master, is this fate?" Puji Zhenren shook his head and sighed in his mouth.
Chapter completed!