The semicircular avenue is like the two wings of the Mahavira.

They walked along the avenue on the left.

The shadows cast by tall trees form a shade.

They walked in the shade of the trees and passed by the life-release pond, where the lotus flowers were swaying, as if they were greeting them.

"I like this place!" Lin Feiyang praised: "It's spacious and not petty at all!"

Fakong nodded.

At least standing on the steps of the Main Hall and looking at the vast scene in front of you will make your heart open.

When they arrived at the Main Hall, two monks were busy.

A young monk with white beard and eyebrows was wiping the incense burner.

This monk has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and is extremely handsome. Even though his beard and eyebrows are as white as an old man's, he still gives people a feeling of high spirits.

He gently wiped the incense burner with a rag, as gently as if he were stroking it. His handsome face was tense, but his eyes were soft.

There was almost no incense soil in the dark incense burner, and three long incense sticks were burning slowly, emitting a faint scent of sandalwood.

Another monk is wiping the steps.

His beard and eyebrows are both white, and his face is as rosy and smooth as a baby's, with a smile on his face.

I buried my head and wiped it carefully, not missing every inch, as if there was only one thing in the world, my mind was not distracted, and I was focused.

The emptiness of the Dharma combines with the tithe.

"Yuan Ye, Yuan Deng, the new abbot has arrived!" Yuan Sheng said coldly.

The two raised their heads.

"Yuanye has met the abbot." Monk Junyi put down the rag and titheted.

Another old monk with a red face also put down the rag and said with a smile: "Finally we have an abbot, and we can open the temple door to welcome pilgrims."

Fakong Heshi smiled: "Uncle Yuanye, Uncle Yuandeng, I have to continue to work hard for you to manage the temple. I, the abbot, came here to study, to see the prosperity of Shenjing, to sharpen the Buddha's heart, I probably can't support others.

hospital."

The two looked at each other.

Yuanye Junyi's face was slightly stretched, and his expression was stern: "Abbott, are you here to fool around?"

"Alas..." Yuan Deng shook his head and sighed: "The previous abbot Yuan Xin came here just to mess around, and so do you, nephew of Master Fakong. It seems that our King Kong Villa has no intention of getting ahead."

"Uncle Yuan Xin's methods are so powerful that I can't compare to them." Fakong smiled and said, "Just do it the same as before."

He has seen Yuan Xin's methods from his own eyes, and they are really powerful.

"Yes." The two of them responded perfunctorily, one continued to wipe the incense burner, and the other continued to wipe the steps.

Lin Feiyang opened his mouth and looked at Fa Kong.

No matter how stupid you are, you know better than to say such discouraging words. The first thing a new official should do when taking office is to light up the fire so that people can see hope and have a sense of purpose, so that they can work hard.

Monk Fakong was good. Instead of lighting the fire, he poured water on it, which made people's hearts feel cold.

How can this abbot do such a good job!

He shook his head secretly: No experience, no experience!

Yuan Sheng said coldly: "Abbott, please follow me into the palace."

Fa Kong entered the main hall, Heshi saluted the first founder of Vajra Temple, and then exited the hall.

The side halls on both sides were dedicated to several patriarchs, all of whom had attained Vajra status. He came forward one by one to pay homage to them.

There are verandahs on both sides of the main hall, like two arms stretched sideways.

There is a moon gate on the right side of the Main Hall. After passing through the gate, you will see a huge lotus pond.

On the nine-story high platform in the center of the lotus pond is a large sutra-storing pavilion, covering an area of ​​more than 300 square meters.

A veranda of more than 100 meters connects the Main Hall and the Sutra Pavilion.

In the lotus pond, the bright lotus flowers swayed gently, and fish poked their heads out from time to time, then quickly retracted into the water.

Everyone came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion and pushed open the door.

Rows of bookshelves, filled to the brim, go straight up to the fourth floor.

There is a big brass bell on the fourth floor. The round wood that strikes the bell is painted purple and is actually made of red sandalwood.

"Uncle Huiling is in charge here." Yuan Sheng said coldly: "But Uncle Huiling has always been playful and often disappears without a trace."

"What a beautiful scenery." Fakong stood by the clock and admired.

It has four floors and is about 20 meters tall. In its previous life, it was equivalent to the seventh floor. It is already a high-rise building in Shenjing.

You can see restaurants not far away. These restaurants are built higher.

It is about two thousand meters away from the Forbidden Palace. It is impossible to see the Forbidden Palace clearly without excellent eyesight. High-rise buildings are prohibited within the 500-meter radius of the Forbidden Palace.

But for him, two thousand meters is not a problem.

Standing here, he could clearly see the entire Suzaku Avenue, and could see the diners inside through the windows of the restaurants.

It's breakfast time.

There are countless breakfast stalls on both sides of Zhuque Avenue, and the aroma of various foods wafts out.

The entire Shenjing seemed to be enveloped in the aroma of food.

If you like cheap food, go to roadside stalls to eat. If you like fancy and sophisticated food, go to restaurants. Each has its own place to eat.

A gust of breeze blew, bringing with it a burst of attractive fragrance.

Fakong said: "Now that you've finished reading, let's go out to eat."

"We have food in the temple." Yuan Sheng said coldly, "Besides, I haven't even seen where you live, abbot."

"First go and pay homage to the stupa." Fa Kong pointed to the last courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard on the last floor is the stupa.

The nine-story stupa built of blue bricks is full of traces of time, mottled and dilapidated, and looks like it will collapse at any time.

After Fakongheshi paid his respects, he went to a large courtyard next to the Sutra Pavilion.

This is a very spacious courtyard, which is the residence of the abbot Fa Kongshen.

The courtyard ahead is smaller and is where Yuansheng and the four of them live.

Everything was kept clean and spotless.

Fakong and Lin Feiyang left the courtyard and walked out of the door. Yuansheng slammed the door shut.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips: "He has such a big temper, as if he is the abbot."

Fakong smiled and waved his hands, looking at Feitian Temple next to him.

The door of Feitian Temple is open, and people come and go.

The pilgrims coming and going remained quiet and looked solemn.

"Alas..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "Look over there and then over here. It's like a slap in the face. I can't bear it."

Fakong smiled: "Feitian Temple, it's natural for there to be many pilgrims."

"How can it be taken for granted?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

Lin Feiyang became more and more itchy: "Monk, please tell me quickly."

"You can go and see for yourself," Fakong said with a smile: "They don't recognize you yet, so you might as well go and see it."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang readily agreed, "I'll go there when I get back from dinner."

Lin Feiyang was familiar with Shenjing City, especially the food, so he took Fa Kong to the second floor of Guanyun Building.

I found a seat by the window and skillfully ordered a few dishes. Soon a table was set, full of dishes and the aroma was fragrant.

Fa Kong sat by the window and looked at the bustling crowd below: "It seems that there is no drought."

Lin Feiyang snorted: "Isn't it your ability to believe in the prince?"

"He confiscated all the grain shops. This offended all the grain shops and the owners behind them. The price of food did not increase at all. Food was distributed to the victims outside the city. Alas..."

He shook his head: "I have never heard of anyone daring to do this. I also know that we produce so much food. Even if we don't farm for a year, we will still be hungry!"

Fakong listened indifferently and looked at the people on the street.

Everyone looked relaxed and unhurried.

Lin Feiyang said: "That's King Xin. He was born in the military. This time he actually mobilized military ships to transport food directly to us from the south. There were one warship after another, dozens of ships every day. Come here, everyone is confident and don’t panic at all.”

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

Does Daqian really have so much food?
To be continued...