It was obvious that after the winter solstice, the last harvest season in Guangzhou had just passed; the edges of paddy fields were neatly stacked, with cicadas (ripened in two months) and bales of straw covered with white rice (recycled rice).

Then these straw bales were taken away by officials from Guangzhou City and finally gathered in the workshop of hydraulic crushing and grinding in the south of the city as raw material for feeding livestock.

Therefore, although the city had only experienced turmoil not long ago, as rural farmers who had worked hard for a year, they finally had some leisure and meager days. It was because God blessed that there were no obvious floods and droughts in the harvest in the past two or three seasons, and the rebels in the city did not add any extra items of collection, which made them loosen their tight belts.

In addition, they sold the poultry, livestock, melons, vegetables and other agricultural products produced by Zijia, and other herbs and skins, and other mountain products that they used for their own use. They also saved money for a whole year. They bought various needles, threads, oils, salts, sauces, and vinegar cloths for daily use. However, they made the wild markets, small markets and morning markets everywhere in the suburbs of the city become extremely prosperous again.

Especially those supply and marketing stores set up by the rebels not only used copper coins to buy various objects in the mountains, but also sold some daily necessities at a low price; there were even various iron utensils such as well-made knives, axes, hammers, saws, shovels, picks, shovels, shovels, shovels, shovels, shovels, shovels, and rakes. The black and shiny oil makes people unable to move their feet as soon as they see them.

The news that the eminent monks and masters from Buddhist holy places arrived in the local area added a little different atmosphere and meaning to these markets;

Although most people are so poor that they are unable to bear to give up or afford to offer gifts such as decent flowers and fruits, some people still try their best to give up two copper coins to buy a large handful of thick incense, and then each person will divide a piece of it carefully, and as a way to go to the waiting and offering to the station where the Dade of the city is located without hesitation.

For those of them who are numb and dull by their difficulties and sufferings of their livelihood, even if they only have a chance to look at this great master from afar and hold the incense and worship, they can be considered lucky to go back and talk to their family for several days.

Perhaps the hardships and difficulties encountered throughout the year can bring more blessings and good luck.

However, among the large area of ​​Quncheng Station, Guangyi, a monk from Guangyan Temple in Xinzhou, was very dissatisfied. In order to maintain the image of the elder Yixin, a great monk, accompanying him, he had not eaten it for several days. He could only secretly chew a few pieces of dried meat to satisfy his cravings in the late night. He felt that his stomach became more and more dull.

As expected, no rich family came to build momentum and agree with each other, and seemed to be captured by the arrogance of the thieves; even if the Sangui and Tongji of Wang Renzhu Temple had made an appointment in advance, no one would come to contact and transport goods; as for the poor sticks who could not squeeze out half a tael of oil in the outside world, no matter how many they came, what would it be? Afterwards, no matter how many they were killed by the thieves, who cares?

The layman name of the monk is originally called Shi Luhua. Many years ago, he was restored to a family of a wealthy family in Solu County, New South Wales. It was just because the family used their clans as the robbers and traveled to the business trips, and they walked too far away and saw ghosts in the county. In the end, he escaped alone, and took the certificate he bought in his early years and threw it into Guangyan Temple in Zhiti Mountain, New South Wales to avoid disaster;

Then he soon discovered that the life he lived in the temple was actually not much worse than that in the secular world. From the heads of the seat, the heads of the prison and the monks, to the fireworkers in the jail, to the novice monks in private, they did not have to obey any rules and regulations, but they were often drunk and meat and women were in their arms. Even in the brothels in the county town, they were also present.

He was born with a good body and strength, and had a few family styles. He was soon able to "deter" and "persuade" those tenants and villagers who were unwilling to abide by the "conventionality", and to create a reputation with his fists and feet; and then he was able to emerge as the monk head of the temple's convenient courtyard (guest house) and sacrificial house (rental collection) set up in the temple, and was one of the nine Guang generations under the director and the supervisory courtyard.

He also had the opportunity to preside over and operate the courtyard to make contacts with many green forest heroes and despairers, providing them with a shelter for rest and as a home owner for selling stolen goods. Many blood goods that could not be taken directly could only be changed through the workshops and shops under the temple, and a little change of their heads could become real copper and wealth that everyone liked. And these despair heroes were also willing to deal with some foolish people who were detrimental and compassionate to the temple.

However, it was not long before this kind of life of becoming a monk who was rich and delicious, and he heard that the thieves had attacked Lingnan and lost the land of the states. Even the New State, located in the northwest corner of the Guangzhou, could not be spared. Then the officials and gentry families in the city began to suffer great trouble. I heard that their property was dispersed and their lives were torn to death, and their wives and daughters were occupied by the thieves.

Guangyi was still a little envious and envious, but unfortunately he couldn't join such a grand event. Then after some days, a new thief talked about these torture methods, which extended and spread to the powerful households in the countryside. At this time, Guangyi was still a little gloating and looking forward to it, because his enemies and the officials who were chasing him were all destroyed and suffered.

As a celebration, he even took the renovated monks and the green forest heroes to rob the powerful families who died at the road pass; and occupied several groups of wealthy women who escaped from the temples to seek shelter. The feeling of doing their own things in public in front of their fathers, brothers, husbands and children was unforgettable and enjoyed by him.

However, just as he was determined to recruit some worshippers from among those foolish men and women to make temple property; just like a disaster from the sky, the thieves entrenched in Canton once again extended their demonic hands to this place; even if the Buddha could tolerate the monks, they could not bear it; they raised up the swords and guns for the thieves, found all the desperate people who had been in contact with each other, and intercepted the expropriated people sent by the thieves on the road.

Then, the thieves sent out a large number of troops, and the local area was already bewitched and mobilized; that was the result of the joint protection of various temples in New South Wales; and even if these thieves were captured by their formation, they retreated in a hurry; then, as if they had received some encouragement and encouragement, they began to attack the thieves and blocks set up by the thieves, and even gathered together to attack the county towns that were still occupied by the thieves.

But when they had no experience in siege, they finally completed internal negotiations and distributions, and waited for the city's supporters to open the door; then another bandit with flag attacked the "guardian army" joined forces with many temples without warning; in front of the rushing horse hooves and sword spears, many people also tasted the taste of defeat and despair for the first time and last time in their lives.

Especially the leader of the white-haired demon, who was in charge of the monks who chased and killed the company, was not ruthless. Besides, they had to conduct public trials and mobilize those foolish men and women to watch and expose the slander. As a result, many famous Zen forests in the era were completely ruined because of the examples of the sacred temples and people were destroyed. Even their belongings and external houses were snatched by the villagers nearby and occupied.

Guangyi once again became a dog of a broken family and escaped, avoiding the end of being torn to pieces by the angry villagers. Therefore, the remnants of exile finally came to the ancestral courtyard and holy land of Zen under the banner of seeking help, and used the golden relics of the Sixth Patriarch as a guarantee and threat, so that these things are happening now.

Thinking of this, Guangyi couldn't help but squeeze the wooden spoon in his hand and poured the thick porridge cooked in the place into his mouth. After all, there were some medicinal materials that nourish and refresh the spirit, including Astragalus, Huaishan and Yuzhu, to maintain their current strength and spirit.

However, just as he swallowed the third bowl, he suddenly felt the buzzing sound in his belly. Guangyi's face changed drastically and was shocked: Could it be that his family was poisoned? Then he was in the unbearable oppression and gushing out of the feces gate, and rushed towards the only corner of the post station.

However, a gust of wind suddenly flashed in front of him, but someone had already snatched into it and couldn't wait to squat down, and even if he was too lazy to catch it. Guangyi immediately recognized the other party's identity, which was the iron-staffed headed dog from Qingyun Temple, and his kung fu was even better than him.

Then, as the trunk became more and more intense and the face was as light as it was, the quiet houses everywhere seemed to be awakened by some invisible force. In various movements and actions of carrying belts, they gathered at the edge of this thatched house, and complained in a few words:

"Brother Shi is good..."

"I can't hold it in any way..."

I saw the iron-shoutou Tuo who had just gotten up, but his face changed and squatted back again. Now, Guangyi, who had been holding it for a long time, felt the long-lost warmth and wetness in a certain expression of indulgence and sad sound.

Then it was like opening a new world. The gathering of monks was like firecrackers. You blew and I blew and screamed in this small small place, and they resounded one after another into a sonata of grains.

When Guangyi, who was full of frustration, slowly moved a strange step, wanted to go back to the house to clean and replace it, and then another rush down his legs and hips, then took a few steps and then another scramble... As the saying goes, a hero can't stand the truth that the three splashes are splashed. After a while, Guangyi could only hold the wall and sit on the ground with his waist straight.

So the next day, the believers gathered outside received news that all of these monks fell ill overnight, and then someone came out with confidence, and it was said that the infection on the road caused dysentery and was isolated;

Now the gathered believers naturally dispersed; after all, things like epidemics will not be treated differently just because you recite a few more scriptures or believe more devoutly, especially for poor families who cannot withstand the burden of curing diseases and using medicines.

Then, in the midst of diarrhea and exhaustion, no matter how good the calculation and ability are, they can't do it. Then the rebel soldiers wearing white veiled clothes, as long as they tied up their weak words, they were lifted into the car and took them away for interrogation and interrogation.

The strong monk who accompanied Yixin was indispensable. He looked full of grief and anger and lifelessness; because he had practiced martial arts for life, he didn't know how many murders and arsons he had done, but he didn't expect that he would finally break his skills on the anal sphincter that he had never practiced before;

After quickly dissipating the monks with different intentions, only one old monk Yixin who only ate vegetarian food (vegetable porridge) was left, and he was safe and sound.
Chapter completed!