Looking at Sakurako with an excited expression, Yoshi-shi asked a little, "By the way, Sakurako, what are you going to do with, so serious?"

He slowly raised his body and put his hands together. "Okay, sir, please don't bother others, it won't work if you say it." Jing covered Sakurako on the side.

Because of Sakurako, I stayed in this Samadhi shop at night, and the side room was neat. Although it was summer, the fog in the mountains at night seemed to make people lose their coldness. The fog is the soul of the mountain. In the misty mountain fog, you can feel her unique charm - the light that moves with the wind [31 Novel Network                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

The three girls were sorting out their own things, while Yi Shi looked out of the window, leaning against the windowsill, looking at the foggy outer periphery, which was a bit undetectable. The sound of the morning and evening drums in the temple felt like they had left the noisy world. This was difficult to detect in the chaotic era, and it felt like they had returned to the quiet season.

In the early morning, when the morning light just revealed the ridge, the bell of Samadhi Hall rang. His sleepy eyes opened, moved away the quilt covered on his body, and stretched lazily. I don’t know when, or when I fell asleep last night, it was not closed, but the room was filled with a faint mist, adding a little bit of secluded.

Today I visited the Sancong Pagoda and the inner hall inside. Samadhi Hall is in a section of the mountain, so it takes some time to reach the Sanlun. People say that the road to seeking Buddha is always lonely, and there is no big problem with Yishi. The three women who disguised as men's clothes behind me made a strange look of passers-by.

"Donor, we meet again." Suddenly, Zong Heng, a malnourished monk, appeared.

I was really surprised by this person's appearance. I thought I met him at Amitabha Buddha Hall, but I didn't expect to meet him at the entrance of the Three Pagoda.

"Please, donor." Looking at Zongheng's pious invitation, Yishi was speechless. He originally thought that this person would disappear if he could not see him. At that time, Nagoya would not be able to figure out such a monk. There are many famous monks in the world, and Ise also has many. At that time, such a host will suddenly come and become a long island.

Yi Shi put on a helpless look and followed the monk's hall. Zongheng's status here was not very high, and there were not many novice monks visiting him, but led to an independent tea garden next to him. For monks, it was a luxury in this era. Compared to the ordinary houses with straw mud and wooden buildings I saw along the way, the houses in the temple were much more grand, mostly brick and tile structures, and the interior space was also very large. The wooden floors of the monk's house were all away from the ground hanging buildings, and the rooms of senior monks and officials such as the abbot were covered with tatami.

However, in this place, the house was too big and it felt cold. At that time, there was no air conditioner in this era, and the fire could not be lit up. Monks had long thought that the monks' house was empty and cold. Since Monk Konghai brought male sex culture from the Tang Chang'an City, monks have been popular among monks and used the little novice monks as their sexual object. In the Warring States period, the country controlled the precepts of temples more loosely. In addition, monks with great-name powers such as Honan Temple hoped that their power could be passed down from generation to generation, and monks began to marry wives. Not to mention poor women, they all wanted to be poor.

Even the nobles are happy to marry their daughter to monks as their wives. Honenji Xianru's wife is the daughter of the left minister Sanjo Gonglai (that is, one of the halls a few days ago). In fact, she is still a brother-in-law with Takeda Shingen. Xianru's father, Renru, was even more amazing. His thirteen sons and fourteen daughters (he gave birth to a child like a child, do he really have time to recite scriptures and worship Buddha?) have all married Daming and the noble family to form an alliance. It can be imagined that the monks with such a huge family will never live in a narrow place.

In the monk's room, there will inevitably be no building of high-rise buildings between kings and princes, and live a rich and luxurious life. This kind of monk's behavior of marrying a wife must be secretly carried out as a hidden rule in the monk's world. I heard that a while ago, in order to increase taxes, Takeda Shingen simply formulated legal provisions to publicly allow monks to marry. As long as you pay a considerable amount of tax on marriage, you can marry your wife and take concubines. Monks have money, and you can openly marry your wife and have sons by paying some taxes. Who is not happy? Japanese monks have nowhere to do with ordinary people except shaving their heads.

No. The collective dormitory is much better than ordinary samurai. Not only is the room clean and tidy, but there are free oil lamps available all night, which is why Fujitaka went to steal oil. The bedding is also very complete. The kitchen of the temple is completely independent and far from the residential area. In order to ensure that it is made for food for all the temple people, it is built very large, with multiple stoves, and a small stove specially designed for cooking for the upper floor of the temple, as well as a special winemaking workshop. At this time, no one cared about the monk's fish, and the aroma of meat and wine wafted out of the temple.

The tea room here is really a little smile. So, the guy who was slightly decorated in Nagoya is completely shabby. I thought my tea room was a bit fashionable, but it seemed that it could only deceive the rich people in the countryside. The real master is here. "Please, donor." He clicked the futon in the distance.

"Oh, Master, please." Yi Shi hurriedly invited this person. As for the three women, the old monk entered into meditation, and was stunned behind Yi Shi. Even A Xi, who had always been active, closed his eyes at this time and listened to Yi Shi's trouble. "Donor, the old monk came to talk to the donor about Buddhism and Taoism, so he invited him with shamelessness."

Yi also began to pretend to be a god and a ghost. Isn’t it just a monk? After all, I am a Buddhist. "Life is like being in a world of thorns. If the heart does not move, people will not move. If they do not move, they will not hurt. If the heart moves, people will move, hurt their body and hurt their bones, and then they will experience all kinds of pain in the world." He said piously with his hands together.

"The donor said it very well. I don't know who the donor's surname is, so the monk should have a title." Seeing Yi's witty words, this person became interested in making friends.

Opening his eyes, staring at him for a while, his lips slightly relaxed, "Tanyama Yoshi."

"Haha, the donor's name looks a bit like a person." The monk smiled, obviously not believing in this master.

Looking at the incredible expression, "I am the boy who Xuezhai brought to Yanhe Temple when he was a child, Yasanro."
Chapter completed!