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The Advisory Group's estimates are entirely correct.Within a few hours after the artificial rainfall, the travel team’s opinion on the outskirts of Jiankang completely changed—the intertwined clans and in-laws and the sensitive and xenophobic rural society in the past have all disappeared in this unexpected spring rain. All the ice and snow melted.The resistance that permeated the fields and countryside completely disappeared. When the special forces searched the surroundings after the rain, they saw them on the horses along the way, and there were farmers looking at their shadows in the mud and kowtowing desperately. disturbed.

As for the tyrants who were supposed to be repaired...now they are no longer tyrants.These low-level village sages do not have any strong violence. They can call the wind and rain in the countryside, relying on the prestige and connections that have presided over the affairs of the village for many years.But now the spring rain is coming, and it has dealt a blow to the prestige of the powerful with a purely unreasonable force.In just a few hours, they had been deprived of all their prestige and respect, and turned into fanatics who dared to fight against the King of Hengyang and the Master of Rain.

—Who would dare to associate with such a sinner?Who dares to listen to a word from this sinner?

Thus, when the hunting team galloped several miles into the countryside, the tyrants on the hunting list had lost all power and prestige, and turned into dying old dogs in the rain.If someone is a little bit smart, he still knows how to kneel under the search team's horse and kowtow to beg for mercy; if he is so stupid that he doesn't even have this self-knowledge, he will inevitably be tied up with a hemp rope by the same clan or even his close relatives, and he will resolutely kill his relatives up...

After all, they are all farmers digging in the soil, who would dare to fight against Master Yu?

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After the pattering spring rain at Maoshi, except for the peasants and common people who were screaming inside and outside, and were shaken almost uncontrollably, the people who were most stimulated and changed their mentality most violently were those in the city, big and small. Taoist temple.

After all, according to the traditions and habits of the Southern Dynasties, praying for rain should have been the business of the great masters, real immortals and sages.Now that the King of Hengyang was born, and he played so high-profilely while begging for rain with one hand, then of course, as colleagues in the industry, the friends and masters who competed with each other for the stock market had to look sideways and muttered a little in their hearts.

At a quarter o'clock on the day of the rain, the gate of Jiankang city opened, and sixty cavalry galloped out despite the rain, leading hundreds of farmers roaring towards the suburbs.And Jiankang City was also full of uproar, with countless frantic and exclaimed people gathered in the streets and alleys, scrambling to be the first to rush to the city gate.Such a flood of gray crowds swept everything along the way, only a few quietly groping shadows escaped from the crowd, and disappeared in the winding alley in three or two turns.

One of the shadows copied the small road and hid in Tibet, and finally fumbled around to a small abode near the Waguan Temple by the Qinhuai River.He pushed the door straight in, bowed hastily on the paulownia floor, his voice still trembling:

"Report to the abbot, the boy has found the news!"

There was nothing in the monastery except for two monks sitting cross-legged.The monk Baoxiang in the middle of the hall is solemn, and his voice is neither slow nor hurried:

"how?"

The novice who bowed down looked terrified, but still respectfully said:

"It's raining! It's just—it started at a quarter of a hour, and the time is not wrong at all!"

This news is really shocking, even if you eminent monks have profound Taoism and concentration, they can't help but change slightly when they hear it.The abbot pondered for a moment, finally put his palms together sideways, and bowed respectfully to the monk Zuo Jin'303 Ji 40;

"What's your opinion, Master?"

The monk sitting cross-legged has dark skin, wrinkled face, and a weathered expression. If he didn't hold a rosary in his hand, he would look like a coolie farmer.However, the presiding officer performed the etiquette like a ritual, but he did not dare to neglect in the slightest—this Venerable Master Huiyan was originally an eminent monk in Chang'an in the Northern Dynasty. In order to fulfill his long-cherished wish, he went south to promote Buddhism.The Southern Dynasties advocated Buddhism and Taoism everywhere. Huiyan had only been preaching for one year in Jiankang, and he was already a well-known virtuous man in the south of the Yangtze River. Even the absurd and cruel emperor in Taicheng had to pay more respect to this eminent monk.

Such a master lives in Waguan Temple, so the presider must be careful in every possible way.Besides, Venerable Master Huiyan has been through the north and south for a long time and has a lot of experience, so he is indeed an excellent helper in cooking difficult problems.

Sure enough, Huiyan remained motionless, but slightly raised a snow-white eyebrow.

"The rain, the dew, the rain, come with a mighty force." He said slowly, "Such supernatural powers are really admirable and awe-inspiring."

The abbot was slightly stunned, but he was a little suspicious.He was ordered to pray for rain for the Son of Heaven, and of course he knew how difficult it was to ask for a little bit.But after all, I have shallow Taoism and insufficient practice, so it is reasonable to not be able to dispatch the gods.Why did the eminent monk speak in such a withdrawn tone?

Isn't this fueling the court's arrogance?

He thought for a while, put his palms together and said:

"During the time of Fu Jian in the former Qin Dynasty, Master She once blessed the dragon with a secret mantra, and prayed for rain, and it was all proven. In terms of supernatural powers, it seems to be even worse than this."

Huiyan closed her eyes and fiddled with the rosary silently, but there was no expression on her face.After such a moment of silence, he spoke lightly:

"Supernatural powers and spells are nothing but heretics, and they are absorbed in them, and the Dharma does not take them. Brother, it is better not to be competitive."

The abbot was terrified, bowed his head and said yes.But after thinking about it for a moment, I still have to force myself to explain:

"Respect the teacher's teachings, and you must be careful. But since the imperial court has such abilities, it will inevitably incite the people. I am waiting in the middle of the storm, I am afraid I can no longer stay out of it..."

Speaking of this, even Huiyan couldn't help being slightly moved: the two eminent monks have been talking back and forth in the monastery for the past few days, and the crux of the entanglement and inability to make a decision lies in this.

Half a month ago, Jiankang experienced great changes, the imperial power in the palace changed hands quietly, and the situation in the court was suddenly turbulent.Seeing the turbulent situation, most of the Taoist temples in Jiankang closed their doors to thank visitors, obediently sacrificing the ancestral method of laying down the Buddha.Taoist priests and monks confine their feet to autism, shrink back in their lairs and ignore world affairs, despite the fierce fighting in Beijing, all they want is to escape the torrent in the court.But now that Hengyang Wang's strange move is unexpected, they have to deal with it!

To put it bluntly, the imperial court is nakedly meddling in the professional fields of the great virtues, so if they continue to remain so still, will there be a believer in the future?

Waguan Temple is the head of the temples in the capital, and now there are major changes ahead, if they are all afraid to move forward, how can they explain it to the temples in the city?

There was an instant silence in the monastery, and the two monks looked at each other speechlessly.After such a moment of silence, Huiyan finally joined hands slowly and spoke solemnly.

"The teaching must be based on the king." He said calmly: "Although there have been huge changes in the city, it is by no means a long-term plan if it separates us from the court. In the past 200 years since Kangkang was established and changed to the Six Dynasties, nothing is unusual. You have to deal with them one by one. If senior brother trusts me, I would like to leave the temple and go to Miyagi to find out what King Hengyang has to say."

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, but his heart was greatly moved.Waguan Temple was deeply involved with the royal family, so it was especially embarrassing during the palace change.Now that Huiyan is willing to lobby King Hengyang, it is tantamount to stepping forward and taking all the scapegoats from Waguan Temple with the reputation of an eminent monk.Huiyan came from the south to teach the Dharma, but for the time being, the list is here, and they have no relationship with each other.Now it is a great benevolence and courage to take the responsibility with one's own body.

The abbot stood up slowly, folded his hands and bowed his head respectfully, his tone was extremely solemn:

Remember "If respecting the teacher is so righteous, everyone in our temple will be grateful for the kindness of the teacher."

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Although he promised the abbot to find out what King Hengyang said, but when Huiyan really came out of the temple to inquire, he gradually felt a little confused.

In the past, Huiyan was highly respected by the emperor, and it was as easy as going in and out of the palace, but now he stayed in the house for more than half a month and didn't care about world affairs. When he came out, he realized that the city had completely changed - the Taicheng Imperial Palace had been completely sealed off, and the size of the city was completely closed. All affairs are managed by some "group", and King Hengyang... King Hengyang is a mobile office at all, and his whereabouts are simply uncertain now.

Since the government affairs group ordered the spring rains, the people of Jiankang have respected and worshiped the King of Hengyang, and they hardly dare to pass any news in private.It took Huiyan a lot of effort to finally find out from several believers that King Hengyang was on duty in the capital province recently, and there were guards outside.

So Huiyan moved forward, and outside the gate of Taicheng, he saw a few tables covered with red cloth, and a man with a capable face was sitting behind him.He checked around and already knew that this was the so-called "temporary office". If he wanted to visit King Hengyang, he had to register his intention here.

He stepped forward slowly and greeted the man with clasped hands.The man looked up to return the salute, but frowned upon hearing his accent.

"Are you from the North?"

Huiyan nodded in agreement, so the man pulled the white paper and asked:

"Since you are from the north—what about your temporary residence permit?"

Huiyan opened her mouth, but in the end she could only look blank:

"what?"

The man sighed, and pulled out another pen——Three days ago, in order to prevent the intrusion of foreign enemies, the government affairs team specially issued a temporary residence permit system, requiring the troops to be responsible for counting the non-local residents in the city.But there are so many people in Jiankang City, it would be a bit embarrassing for grassroots staff to investigate one by one.

The man shook the pen and asked questions according to the procedure:

"Monk, how did you get to Jiankang? Who gave you permission to enter the city?"

Huiyan became more and more at a loss.He pondered for a while, and finally gave up on understanding these strange words that were even more inexplicable than scriptures and Sanskrit, and simply answered according to his own thinking.

"The old monk is originally from Chang'an in the north." He clasped his hands together and said, "He traveled thousands of miles south to Jiankang. He was sent by Mo Geluo to spread the Dharma..."

Mo Geluo is a transliteration of Sanskrit, and its body is the so-called "Dahetian" in the scriptures, which is a very important Dharma protector in the Dharma.If the historical consultants were here, they would probably be able to hear the old monk's intentions with one ear.It's a pity that the temporary offices are all soldiers from the special forces. Although they have undergone historical background training before crossing, it is obviously impossible to understand such weird transliterations—let alone dialects.

So this time it was the turn of the warrior behind the wooden table to be confused.He opened his mouth and carefully recalled the composition of the guards at the city gate, but he could only speak hesitantly:

"—Mogro? Which unit?"

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After arguing with Huiyan several times, the soldier finally understood Mogro's identity and the old monk's reason for coming.According to the regulations of the time-traveling group, such influential religious figures still need to be taken seriously.The soldier did a brief security check, then signed a temporary permit at the wooden table, and let Huiyan enter to find someone.

Now the travel team is busy with affairs, and most of the consultants are on the front line.There are only two subordinate officials of King Hengyang in Dadu Province, one surnamed Wang and the other surnamed Bei.The official surnamed Bei kept silent throughout the whole process, but the official surnamed Wang had a good temper, and his words were pleasant and insightful, and he even asked Huiyan about his cultivation methods.Huiyan wanted to teach the Dharma to the royal family, so he naturally told the whole family's philosophy, saying that it is not easy for a king to indulge in sensuality, but as long as he recites scriptures every day and abides by the precepts, he can also have great virtues.

Hearing this, Wang Zhi couldn't help laughing.

"Is it necessary to recite the scriptures and abide by the precepts before we can practice?" He smiled and said, "There is nothing in the first place, so why should the master have a picture? Just do what you want. After eating the porridge, we should wash the bowl. We will do our best honestly. Duty, carefully manage Jiankang, isn’t it practice?”

He blurted out these few jingles, at first he heard it was plain and plain, but after thinking about it for a while, Huiyan felt his mind suddenly shaken, as if a yellow bell and a big lu xuan rang loudly, knocking it so that the top of his head felt cool and straight After pouring it down, for a while, you lost your composure and remained silent.

Seeing that Huiyan was stunned in front of him, Wang Zhi's face suddenly changed. He backed up a few steps, and Bei Yan who was near him pulled hard, pulling him slightly sideways.

Bei Yan tilted his head and lowered the volume, speaking purely breathlessly, "What did you just say?"

As soon as Wang Zhi gritted his teeth, he could only confess honestly: "It's Zen Master Zhaozhou's koan—I also opened my mouth by accident!"

"—Accidental?" Bei Yan said in a low voice: "You are so careless? Didn't we say that Boss Mu Chenmu will pretend to be cool about this kind of literature—brother, you What are you doing again? The boss didn't tell you to talk first, but the boss keeps a low profile and you talk too much?"

Wang Zhi coughed and could only promise to pay attention next time.The two turned around and faced the stunned master again.

Just now Wang Zhi pretended to be derailed, this time it was Bei Yan who spoke.He cleared his throat and asked about the affairs of Waguan Temple in the past half month.

Hearing such a witty remark from the subordinate just now, Huiyan knew that the other party was very knowledgeable, so he dared not neglect, put his palms together and answered respectfully, saying that the whole Waguan Temple was retreating to prepare for the Dharma meeting, and prayed for the Dharma protector Mo Geluo to descend.

Hearing this, Bei Yan frowned slightly, and blurted out a question. He only said that Mo Geluo was a god of the outer domain, why did he pray for him to come to the south of the Yangtze River?

Huiyan bowed his head and saluted, saying that the magic power of the gods is vast and boundless, and naturally they are omnipresent.

Hearing this, Bei Yan was silent for a moment.He and Wang Zhi looked at each other, then asked Huiyan to withdraw and wait, they had their own arrangements.

Seeing Huiyan go away in a daze, Wang Zhi coughed, and finally made a reminder - with the mental state of the Middle Ages, this kind of ritual of praying for the descending of the gods is just what the people need, so don't stop it easily.

Bei Yan snorted and didn't speak.

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Half a day later, the capital province handed out an urgent document that was passed after discussion, called the "Temporary Religious Regulations".The above items are as plain as words, but they are also quite detailed. It only says that the government affairs team respects the beliefs of the people in Jiankang, but all factions must abide by the rules and laws, and must not act recklessly.

These are not too bizarre, but after various regulations, they wrote a few by hand with a brush:

[1. Without the approval of the government affairs group meeting, all immortals are not allowed to descend to the earth.

2. If there are immortals from other places appearing in Jiankang City, they must apply for a temporary residence certificate according to legal procedures within 15 days.

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