Da Bong fights more people

"This is Panshan County?

"Our temple is in the city?"

The young officer shook his head:

"You don't have temples yet, and you don't live in cities."

The chief envoy of Leizhou never thought of letting people from the Western Regions and people from the Central Plains live together, which would inevitably lead to frequent conflicts and troubles.

Jing Si frowned, Mahayana Buddhists traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains, lived in the open air, and what they need most now is rest and food.

But the officer didn't seem to intend to let him enter the city at all?

Where do the believers I brought live?

With trust in Uncle Du'er and Xu Yinluo, he did not protest, and under the leadership of the officer, he bypassed the county seat and continued on his way.

Half an hour later, a beautiful mountain range appeared in front of him.

The terrain of this mountain range is not high, but it is extremely beautiful and full of vitality.

At the foot of the mountain are continuous fields and a winding river.

A stretch of tents were set up by the river, and on the road leading to the foot of the mountain, countless peasants pushed flatbed carts, transporting bricks and timber up the mountain.

Jingsi's eyes followed the laboring peasants upwards, and saw a huge temple taking shape among the mountains and forests.

The Mahayana Buddhists apparently saw it too.

They muttered in the language of the Western Regions on their faces, with a look of suppressed joy and expectation.

Jing Si looked at the officer and said:

"This is it?"

The young officer nodded:

"In the future, this Panshan will be your habitat. The fields at the foot of the mountain and further south will be gifted to you by the imperial court. Before you settle down completely, you can communicate with the Panshan county magistrate for anything.

"However, until the temple is built, you can only live in tents at the foot of the mountain."

After a pause, he smiled:

"Panshan County has a small population. Building this temple will cost a lot of manpower and material resources. There is a shortage of manpower. Master Jingsi, you are here at the right time."

Nearly [-] Mahayana Buddhists are free laborers.

"Should be!"

Jing Si certainly has no objections.

He turned to face the Mahayana Buddhists, and informed the believers of the arrangement of the Dafeng court and of helping to build the temple.

The young officer was sitting on horseback. Although he couldn't understand the dialect of the Western Regions, he could tell from the shouts from the crowd that the group of Buddhists from the Western Regions were very satisfied with the imperial court's arrangement.

[[-]: I selected six counties and counties in the central part of Leizhou and Chuzhou to house Mahayana Buddhists. In order to prevent conflicts with the local people, most of the resettlement places were to build temples in the mountains, or expand barren villages and transform them into temples. 】

[Four: Your Majesty, can the relevant decrees be implemented? 】

[One: Never!Brother Chu, what's your opinion? 】

Chu Yuanzhen, who had traveled in the Western Regions for several years, spoke positively:

[Four: The tax of Mahayana Buddhism can be reduced and exempted, and the land can be allocated, but believers are not allowed to donate the land.And the fields allocated according to the number of people cannot be changed. 】

[One: If Mahayana Buddhism spreads its branches and leaves in the Central Plains, the number of people who escape into Buddhism will increase day by day. This method will work in the short term, but will not work in the long term. 】

[Three: Create exclusive yellow books for Mahayana Buddhists, which can effectively prevent wild monks, and temples from accepting disciples privately, and disorderly expansion. 】

At this time, Xu Qi'an jumped out to express his opinion.

When discussing government affairs, the number one, number three and number four are usually beeping endlessly, and the other members are silent.

People who really want to convert to Buddhism should not be bound by the so-called yellow books. Master Hengyuan put down the fragments of the book from the ground in his hand and protested in his heart.

But he sensibly did not refute.

Because No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] are sharp-tongued people, they can talk endlessly.

Usually faced with such a situation, Master Hengyuan would put his palms together and say:

"The benefactors are right!"

Hengyuan put away the fragments of the book, raised his head, glanced at the Qinglong Temple in Baifeng Mountain, and climbed the mountain silently.

He passed through the gate of the temple, and under the leadership of a young monk, he came to the meditation room of the monk Panshu, who presides over Qinglong Temple.

"Brother Hengyuan, the host has been waiting for a long time."

After the monk finished speaking, he bowed his head and retreated.

Heng Yuan stood outside the door, hesitated a little, and knocked on the door lightly.

"come in!"

An old voice came from the meditation room.

Hengyuan pushed open the door, and with the sound of "squeaks", stepped into the threshold, and saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon.

I haven't seen him for three years. Monk Panshu is getting older, his face is covered with age spots and wrinkles, but his eyes are still clear, looking at him gently.

"Disciple Hengyuan has met Master."

Hengyuan clasped his hands together and bowed in salute.

Panshu monk said slowly:

"Do you know why the same sect in the temple rejected you since childhood?"

Hengyuan shook his head:

"The disciple is stupid!"

Host Pan Shu said softly:

"Everyone is trying to save themselves, but if you want to save others, you will be rejected.

"I know your distress and confusion in the past. Why do brothers and sisters dislike you, and why do you look on coldly as a teacher? You like to study Buddhist scriptures and comprehend Buddhism, but your teacher does not allow you to practice Zen."