Baima Peak is adjacent to Longhu Mountain in the east, connected to Zixi River in the south, and surrounded by Baima Lake in the northwest. Baima Temple at the top of the mountain and Liuyun Temple at the foot of the mountain are all ancient temples built by Taizu in the early years.

The architectural layout of Liuyun Temple is divided into two parts, the front half is sparse and open, the back half is symmetrical and dense, three main halls are connected into a line, and the left and right side halls are majestic and solemn.

At the end of the year, wealthy households who provide sea lanterns and ragged beggars who seek food and clothing all flocked to the Buddhist temples. The incense of Dharma is lingering, and the drum is more particular. The three young monks wore the same clothes and stood in two rows, one of them on the sheepskin drum. When the incense of Dharma is lit, they will hit from the drum to the edge of the drum, and then from the drum to the drum, they will hit the drums, and they will hit the drums and clatters from time to time.

Sometimes it sounds like a frog, sometimes it sounds like a rainstorm, and it sounds like a cold sound... Sometimes it stops as fast as a rainstorm, and suddenly it hits the drum and fingers, and the drums are trembling and sounding like thousands of horses galloping, like quicksands and rocks. Then the monk said "Get up" and the twelve little monks below responded to "respect--" together, and then the crowd around him knelt down to worship Buddha.

The execution process of the entire feudal superstitious activity reminded Fang Zhongyong of the entry ceremony of the Young Pioneers in his previous life.

What's even more amazing is that next, there were a group of monks who were not monks and monks who were not ordinary, who picked up the Dafa of the Lamas and whimpered for a long time. Then, in the solemn and noisy atmosphere, the heads of wealthy households came forward to offer incense money to their masters, and then scattered the prepared change with a large number of beggars who came to give alms.

Wang Anshi, Chai Lin and others have long been accustomed to this situation and do not think it is different. Fang Zhongyong is just a mixed feeling in his heart. He read the work "Call the Soul" by a famous overseas sinologist in his previous life. In which he worships the Chinese people but does not understand Buddhism. He worships the Buddha when he sees the Buddha, and kneels down to burn incense when he sees the Bodhisattva, and uses the image of blessing to describe it quite vulgar.

But at this time, Fang Zhongyong completely lost the sense of superiority that brings the noble superiority of future generations.

For the common people, it is really normal and unforgettable to ask for blessings, good weather, and peace among their families. No one expects him to have the ability to take care of himself and achieve everything. No people will even delve into these possessing large amounts of land without having to pay taxes. At the same time, they enjoy various superstitious places such as Buddhist temples and Taoisms worshipped by the people. Their academic reliability is to live a simple and safe life.

The ignorance of the people is actually just because he is superior and doesn’t understand any suffering. Let him travel through time and become a farmer in troubled times. It’s hard to eat and eat.

Just as he was thinking, Wang Anshi next to him suddenly spoke: "Is the new year really bad? Why is the beggar team this year looking much bigger?"

Chai Lin waved his hand and patted Wang Anshi on the shoulder and said, "Human nature is lazy, he is not a child but takes it for nothing. He has hands and feet to kill the family. If there are too many such people, why is it strange to go?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ziyue's eyes were already sharp, and her expression contained a moral accusation of being rich and unkind by the family of scholars and officials.

Seeing this, Chai Lin couldn't help but smile sarcastically on his lips, so he took a breath and simply shut up.

"This is a big deal. What Mr. Chai said is true. There are many people who are speculating and not doing production, and they take advantage of the opportunity to make profits. But if the people live a poor life, it is not a lie. In our Song Dynasty, we were originally poor and rich. In recent years, more and more soldiers and officials have been raised.

The young masters of the generals were vain paying for the military merits of the Western Army, and the additional military expenditures were still distributed to the farmers every year. Since ancient times, the rise and fall of the people have suffered." Fang Zhongyong originally wanted to say a word to help Chai Lin, but he didn't know that such a big truth was what he said, which surprised him.

"Is there any way for officials and the people to benefit both? For example, when the harvest is poor, borrow official grains to the villagers, and then wait for the harvest to be returned and some compensation is added?" Wang Anshi seemed to answer Fang Zhongyong, and seemed to murmur to himself:

"It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish, help others and help themselves, and give them opportunities to be self-reliant, rather than making people lazy to help them. This is the right thing to do."

Fang Zhongyong was shocked immediately. You should know that Wang Anshi was only thirteen or fourteen years old at this time, and he was six years old before Comrade Lao Wang passed the imperial examination and became an official. He was even older than his new policy. Could it be that he was so early and such a young child?

I have already begun to conceive the method called "Qinghe Method" back then, which is similar to the "low interest agricultural loan" in later generations. In this way, I am really a genius prodigy with economic acumen.

Chai Lin next to him was thoughtful, but he glanced at Prince Yue. Prince Yue looked over with two simple eyes that were jealous of evil, and Chai Lin swallowed up the words on his lips.

Fang Zhongyong saw this scene clearly, "Gentleman is a hero's tomb. When you meet a woman you like, you will be timid. Chai Lin also has times when he is surrendered - haha-"

It was a few people's turn to indulge in the incense.

The old monk with his hair and hair and hair were all white, his fairy-like and red face was covered with red light. He was well-maintained, and the old monks who shouted "Rise" and responded to "Respect" together.

Several people took three Buddha incense one by one, and knelt down according to the rules.

The monk looked solemn and waited for everyone to kneel down and bow down, then he walked up to him, "Amitabha-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Please--" Wang Anren led a group of brothers and followed the master's footsteps to a box of merit.

Wang Anren took out a few hanging coins and was about to put them in the box of merit, but he saw the monk staring at him with a bad face and a contemptuous face. He was immediately angry, and he was about to have an attack, but it was inconvenient.

After thinking about it, he was forced by the monk's face, and it was not right to take it out, nor did he not take it out. Finally, he slowly reached into his sleeve, opened a purse, and pulled out an official friend from it.

Seeing this, the monk immediately changed his expression, and a gentle and smiling expression appeared on his face again.

Fang Zhongyong looked at this guy's face, pretending to be ignorant and curious, and pulled out the paper official Jiaozi from Wang Anren's hand, looked over and over again, and tried to guide the enlightenment of the way for Guan Jiaozi to make money.

"Brother Wang, you have already used this fresh thing - Chai Lin, look," Fang Zhongyong handed the official Jiaozi to Chai Lin:

"Didn't you think the shopkeeper had collected iron coins that day, so it was inconvenient? This thing is a good medicine to reduce iron coins. Unfortunately, our small place in Jinxi has no official approval of money shops that can do this thing."

Chai Lin took the Jiaozi and immediately understood and said with his eyes: "I heard from my father that he had this plan, but now the bandits are rampant. The little kung fu in the family is good at protecting the house. If you want to work in a money house, you are afraid that you can't hold on to the formation. If you really want to make a fortune on this road, you will have to have some military positions first."

Fang Zhongyong winked at him, smiled and said, "This dynasty has started a military ritual. I heard that if you pass the literary test, you can handle some joints of the generals, stuff some money, and finally get a military ritual and get a military rank. It will not be too difficult for someone to pass the literary test. But why does someone not even miss you? I am afraid that you can't pass the literary test."

"Hahahahahahahaha--" Wang Anshi suddenly burst into laughter, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's wrong?" Wang Anshi turned his head and looked at his younger brother with concern. He was puzzled, but asked again with a normal face.

"I, I'm tickling my itchy flesh-" Wang Anshi said seriously with a look of truth.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha-ah, puff--" Chai Lin also laughed loudly, and with this burst of laughter, a puff sound followed by a gas, sweeping towards everyone with a stinky smell.

A moment later, the pilgrims from the entire Hall of Merit were all laughing.

The old monk with white hair and hair was about to explode with his lungs, and he couldn't help but shouted: "The important place of the Buddhist temple is not the place where you are free and hustle and unrestrained? Zhikong and Zhi, you two took their own disciples to bombard these people for me!"

Two young and strong monks with strong cassocks, covered with tendons, rushed out and surrounded Fang Zhongyong's side and others.
Chapter completed!