Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　PS: After thinking about it, tomorrow's five chapters, the first chapter will still be sent out at zero. Sir, I can't wait!

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　　 Tianjie Temple is right in front of you, looking up from a distance, there are many cornices, and the courtyard is deep.

　　 There are two large temples in charge here, and more than ten small temples. It can be called a temple at the head office level.

　　 left the horse outside, and under the leadership of a known guest monk, the group entered the Tianjie Temple.

　　 Go up the steps, with luxuriant trees on both sides.

　　 Zhike Seng pointed at these big trees, and said with some pride: "When the Emperor Taizu Gao built my Tianjie Temple, countless big trees were specially moved from the surrounding area, and this has the deep view of the ancient courtyard."

　　 With a breeze blowing, Fang Xing's clothes fluttered, and Fang Xing only felt that he was a little fluttering away by the wind.

　　 turned around, Fang Xing looked at Zhang Shuhui who followed behind and was supported by the two maids with a smile: "Shuhui, this is a good place for a leisure time, and I will bring you next time."

　　 Zhang Shuhui lowered her eyes, and the veil on her face was forcibly removed by Fang Xing, which made her a little uncomfortable.

　　 Seeing the eyes of the Zhike Monk looking at Zhang Shuhui a little surprised, Zhu Zhanji hummed: "The celebrity is romantic, naturally, there is no need to cover it."

After Fang Xing followed, he laughed at himself after hearing the words: "What celebrity is in fact, it is just that men bind women too much. Husband and wife are one body, but for the selfishness of men, they wrap women tightly. Why is this!"

　　 "It's all naked*naked*naked to naked*naked*naked, who is more noble than whom?"

　　Fang Xing’s last sentence despised the vindicators, but made the knowledgeable monks horrified. He said: "The Tanyue language is ethereal and has a high level of understanding. The poor monks are not as good as it is!"

　　 Zhang Shuhui was also very proud to hear it later.

　　 Only Zhu Zhanji, he heard a familiar taste from these words.

　　-Regardless of whether you are the emperor or the trafficker, what is the difference between birth and death?

　　 Fang Xinggan smiled and said, "I don't have much savvy, but I'm just complaining."

　　 There are quite a few sceneries to watch along the way, stop and go, and finally arrive outside the main hall.

　　 The incense is flourishing, this is Fang Xing’s impression of this place.

　　 The devout pilgrims are closing their eyes and praying, praying that the Buddha can bless themselves.

　　 Zhu Zhanji is in plain clothes today, so there is no ostentation.

　　 The female guest had a female guest's place, Fang Xing watched Zhang Shuhui enter the Guanyin Hall, and then said to Zhu Zhanji: "Hurry up and ask for the peace symbol?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji was tidying up his clothes and said in amazement: "Brother Dehua, don't you go?"

　　 Fang Xing sat down on the side steps and said lazily: "My heart is not sincere, so I don't have to go in."

　　 Zhu Zhanji is also awake, this person is not afraid of ghosts at all, and it is useless to say more.

　　 Fang Xing sat at the entrance of the main hall with a big goal. Those pilgrims who came in and out looked at this man in surprise, wondering which idiot he was, dare to sit in such places.

　　 The so-called hustle sitting is actually sitting in a mess, the kind of sitting posture that is not particular about it at all.

　　 Fang Xing looked at these surprised pilgrims boredly, feeling as if he was in this void, looking at all beings with cold eyes.

　　 These people are supposed to be in this ethereal place, but they worship with secular desires.

　　 "I heard that the vegetarian restaurant in Tianjie Temple is good, let's go have a good meal."

　　 "Okay, but you treat me!"

　　 Two men who looked as good friends walked by Fang Xing's side, as if they had been relieved in the temple, and wanted to feast on them as soon as they came out.

　　 Batches of people went in and batches of people came out, and hope arose in their sad faces.

　　 Religion can calm people's hearts and find spiritual sustenance.

　　 As long as there is no conflict with the secular regime, those in power will not interfere with such beliefs.

　　 In the vast fields around the Tianjie Temple, there are all happy villagers.

　　 As the villagers of the Tianjie Temple property, they don’t have to worry about too high rents, and they don’t have to worry about starving to death during famines.

　　 There are tens of thousands of acres of temple property in a Tianjie Temple. Because it is under the roots of Jinling, the imperial city, the temple dare not be too presumptuous.

　　 I remember that afterwards, most of Fujian’s good fields were in the hands of the temple. It was a place with many mountains and little soil, and there was no land to cultivate, so sea trespassers appeared.

　　 These sea trespassers are scattered all over Southeast Asia, and in later generations, they have become a major stronghold of the Chinese, but unfortunately they have been massacred many times.

　　 "Brother Dehua."

　　 Fang Xing was thinking about the tragic situation of the Chinese in the future, and when he heard the sound, he greeted Zhu Zhanji.

　　 Zhu Zhanji still seemed to be found out, so a middle-aged monk was following him, saying something with a smile on his face.

　　 When the monk saw Fang Xing, he said in amazement: "Tan Yue has a natural temperament, but he is also extraordinary."

　　 Different thinking, of course different temperament.

　　 Fang Xing looked at the monk, and said with a smile: "The monk has a smooth complexion, which shows that he is eating well."

　　 There was some teasing in this remark, which made the monk who could not guess Fang Xing's identity a little discolored, and he glanced at Zhu Zhanji.

　　 Of course, Zhu Zhanji can only smile wryly. He couldn't be more clear about the teacher's temper, and cynicism is inevitable.

　　 The monk put his hands together and said: "Tan Yue has a murderous face. You should wash it with the Dharma to be at ease."

　　 When Zhu Zhanji heard this, he even had the heart to cover his face.

　　 Sure enough, Fang Xing raised his eyebrows, and said faintly: "Murder and set fire to the gold belt, repair the bridge and pave the road without corpses, the monk, what's the answer?"

　　As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shuhui, who had just arrived, hurriedly pulled Fang Xing's back. Zhu Zhanji was dumbfounded ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and turned his head over.

　　 No one can refute this. From ancient times to the present, those with blood on their hands have stepped onto the throne on human bones, while the masses of beings have become the thick bones under the throne.

　　 The monk chanted the name of the Buddha, frowning and said: "If you deceive the heavens and do not deceive, the future generations shall be blessed."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

　　 Fang Xing laughed and held Zhang Shuhui's little hand, panting slightly: "I only care about the present, as for the next life, who has seen it?"

　　 Buddhism advises people to be good, and often uses cultivation to persuade believers in the afterlife.

　　 This side that is beneficial to those in power will of course be promoted, so after many years, even if it has experienced multiple suppressions in the middle, Buddhism still takes root in the land of China.

　　 The monk shook his head and said nothing, feeling that he should not have argued with Fang Xing today*.

　　 Zhu Zhanji saw that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, so he said: "Brother Dehua, I will take you to meet a master."

　　 Fang Xing also felt that what he said just now was a bit too much, so he said to the monk: "Just talking nonsense, the master doesn't need to take my words seriously."

　　 The monk said together: "Tan Yue has a fierce aura on his face, and he is afraid of killing evil in the future, but he can often come to Mi Temple to listen to the Dharma."

　　 I am murderous? Will it cause endless killing?

　　 Fang Xing's apology that had just given birth disappeared immediately, shook his head and smiled and went to the back with Zhu Zhanji.

　　 Zhu Zhanji let out a breath: "Brother Dehua, the people here are all high-ranking monks, be careful!"

　　 Fang Xing let go of Zhang Shuhui's hand and said with a smile: "What kind of murder, I can't even kill a chicken."

　　 Zhang Shuhui said a little nervously: "Can you ask me to avoid it?"

"Need not."

　　 Zhu Zhanji pretended to be mysterious and said: "That person is respected even by my emperor and grandfather, and he is not too young, so there is no need to worry about being taboo between men and women."