A very serious and serious explanation is that Qingyun State also uses the imperial examination to select scholars. Every three years in the spring, in Xiyun City, talented people from all over the country will take the highest-level national examination, and the best will be selected.
Talented people are given official positions.
Qingyun Temple is one of the few ancient and famous temples in the Qingyun Kingdom. There are so many small courtyards in the back mountain, so naturally there are many wealthy scholars renting them here for a long time.
It's not far from Xiyun City, it's quiet and elegant, and it's a good place to study and study.
Rich scholars naturally have high standards of living, and they also pay more attention to the tone of "red sleeves add fragrance". Therefore, isn't it normal for Qingyun Temple to always have a group of beautiful girls in order to "worry the guests' needs"?
It was fine during the day, but at night.
In the small courtyard behind Qingyun Temple, the voices of ‘um um ah ah’ came and went, and a cloud of red dust and smoke rushed into the sky, turning the two bright moons in the sky a layer of pink.
Lu Qian quietly listened to the movement around him.
Not far from his third entrance courtyard, in a courtyard surrounded by rotting peach blossoms, Abbot Fajing was explaining Buddhism to three great donors.
The common currency of Qingyun Kingdom is a coin made of gold and copper, called "Yun Qian". The purchasing power of each Yun Qian is extremely amazing. One coin can buy one hundred and fifty kilograms of rice.
These three great benefactors are all beautiful women who are just over thirty years old. They offer incense money, sesame oil money, vegetable food money to Qingyun Temple every year, as well as monk robes and robes to the great monks and young monks.
There are no less than 100,000 pieces of monk boots and other items per person every year.
With such a great benefactor, it is no wonder that Abbot Fajing worked tirelessly to teach the Dharma day and night.
Listening to the clear and intensive applause in the courtyard next door, Lu Qian shook his head and glanced at a group of maids in front of him with faint green eyes. He coughed lightly, waved his hand, and drove the group of maids out.
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Suddenly, a cat-like meow sounded outside Lu Qian's courtyard.
Seven or eight talented young scholars in white clothes were leading a dozen maids. Outside Lu Qian's courtyard, in the bamboo forest, they spread a thick felt on the ground and performed some unspeakable things on the ground.
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Lu Qian's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he resisted the urge to throw a diamond sword out and kill those guys.
"I, Buddha, have mercy!" Lu Qian sighed.
Thousands of single-family courtyards in this valley, at night, simply turn into brothels in the secular world... The top girls in other brothels can also play the piano, compose poems, and drink tea and wine.
After that, we will go straight to the real drama.
But the back hill of Qingyun Temple is so good...it doesn't have any restraint at all. It gets windy and rainy at night, without any cover.
During the day, the young novice monk who was sent to serve Lu Qian said to Lu Qian in a sneaky manner that in the courtyard of the back mountain, there were nearly a hundred powerful ladies from the Qingyun Kingdom who had long-term rented courtyards. They often came to live in the back mountain.
'Cultivation of mind and character'.
The young novice monk reported a dozen names as he presented the menu, all of which were wives of the most powerful ministers in Qingyun Kingdom. He said that this was a noble lady who was being "recuperated" in the back mountain, and most of all she was a believer in "respecting the Buddha and the monks."
, a great benefactor who does not hesitate to 'give everything'.
If Lu Qian is interested... the young novice monk can invite them over and talk about Buddhism with Lu Qian.
Lu Qian was speechless and could only slap the little novice monk's bald head twice and drive them away.
"In this Qingyun Temple, I still need to bring order to the chaos and clean up the evil atmosphere." Lu Qian whispered to himself: "Tomorrow, let Ahu and the others come in as my followers, and then violently seize
This is Qingyun Temple."
"Fajing and Faming are too enthusiastic about me. The so-called courteous and virtuous people must have something to ask for. These two thieves and bald men do not look like good people."
Lu Qian listened carefully to the increasingly dense and loud applause in the courtyard next door, and sighed: "He is not a good person at all."
Just as he was sighing with emotion, the power of his soul that Lu Qian unleashed sensed a slight movement on the edge of the back mountain.
He was stunned for a moment, summoned the little novice monk who was waiting outside, and said that he was going out to "walk the dog" or "walk the birds." Then he took the Zen staff and walked out of the yard openly, carrying the rhubarb and the big parrot, with his head held high.
Go to the place where you feel the strange movement.
The little novice monk swallowed his saliva and looked at the rhubarb that was more majestic than an ordinary calf next to Lu Qian. Then he looked at the big parrot standing on Lu Qian's shoulder. The fire feathers were swaying as he looked around, and his whole body was like a big parrot on fire. He was very busy.
followed Lu Qian.
In the valley, there are paths paved with stone slabs.
A series of forked roads, passing through flowers and woods, lead to various houses.
Four young novice monks followed Lu Qian, pointing to the houses along the way and introducing the identities of the residents in the yards.
The eldest wife of a certain minister, the concubine of a certain prince, the wife of a certain wealthy man, the side room of a certain landlord, etc... In some courtyards, those who rent are wealthy scholars and talented people.
', a certain 'celebrity', all kinds of things.
Some of the scholars were familiar with a certain lady or young lady, and they often gathered here to speak essays, have banquets and sing songs, and engage in countless literary and romantic activities.
When Lu Qian listened to the introduction of the four young monks, he felt that this place was a mess. It was simply... a smoky and filthy place. If Lu Qian were the Buddha, he should have been struck down by thunder from the sky and destroyed the Qingyun Temple.
Razed to the ground.
"So, no matter what I do here, I won't feel guilty anymore." Lu Qian held the Zen staff and walked forward step by step, thinking with determination in his heart.
For example, refining all the monks such as Fa Jing and Fa Ming into Dharma protectors...
Lu Qian's house was originally close to the end of the valley. Not far after walking along the stone road, there was a dense pine forest in front of it, and behind the pine forest that stretched for several miles, there was a screen-like mountain peak.
In the night, the mountain peaks glowed faintly with yellow light.
The light in Lu Qian's eyes flickered, and he could see among the mountain peaks, one by one, ten thousand-character Buddha seals the size of water tanks. There should be Buddhist restrictions arranged by Qingyun Temple in those mountain peaks.
Lu Qian jumped up, stood on the top of a big pine tree, and looked towards the mountain peaks.
In that mountain peak, a dozen figures wearing loose robes were fiddling with something furtively. They burned a few talismans and emitted a bright white light that fixed the Buddha's seal in a mountain peak.
Then he took out a long white jade needle that was more than a foot long, and gently moved it forward. A white light laser penetrated the invisible barrier emitted from the mountain peak.
More than a dozen figures followed the gap pierced by the long white jade needle and gently ran into the valley behind Qingyun Temple.
They floated down from the hundred-foot-high mountain peaks lightly and ran quickly towards the valley along the pine forest.
Far away, Lu Qian heard someone's low voice: "Remember, Princess Jincheng, the youngest daughter of the Prince Consort in Jinfeng Courtyard, is our target today... We will hit it with one hit.
Let her whole body be dissipated, and she will look like she died of debauchery."
"Except for Princess Jincheng, no one else should move around, remember this!"
"The residents in this valley are all our future benefactors. One more casualty will be a huge loss."
Lu Qian's face twitched.
‘Future great benefactor’?
Only kill Princess Jincheng?
How does this feel? It feels a bit framed and framed? There is also a vague sense of business competition?
Two bright moons were shining high in the sky, and the sight in the mountains and forests was quite good. Lu Qian saw that the dozens of figures were wearing monk robes and boots, and their scalps were completely bare.
The shimmering weapons they carried were all standard swords.
As they walked, water clouds gathered under their feet, and with every step they took, they transformed into lotus shapes the size of ocean bowls.
There is no running away now, these guys are also Buddhist monks.
However, they broke into the back hill of Qingyun Temple in the middle of the night and wanted to carry out the despicable method of murdering and framed.
Lu Qian shook his head and whispered "Go".
Dahuang ran out silently, quietly using the cover of the woods to come behind the group of people, opened his mouth, and bit hard on the heel of a bald man standing behind him.
With a pitiful howl, the bones were broken like tofu dregs, and the rhubarb killed two or three bald men in the back in just a few mouthfuls. Then the barking of dogs was like a thunderous explosion, "woof, woof, woof", which shattered the "Sound of Wind and Rain" of Qingyun Temple.
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The big parrot soared into the sky, adapted to the environment of Yuan Lingtian, and regained its energy. It flapped its wings and shouted in the air: "The water has escaped, the thief has entered, the water has escaped, the thief has entered... Murder and arson."
!The bald man killed someone!"
Following the cry of the big parrot, little bits of firelight fell from the sky, and suddenly dozens of large pine trees in the pine forest were like torches soaked in grease, burning in an instant.
A dozen bald men were caught off guard. Their figures were exposed in the firelight, and their faces were clearly visible.
From all directions, the shouts of the monks of Qingyun Temple came.
In a short time, a group of disheveled monks, some with rouge marks on their bald heads, armed with various weapons, rushed out from various courtyards in a menacing manner and quickly surrounded them.
A dozen bald men who had left no trace turned around and tried to escape.
But Lu Qian jumped down from the treetop with a Zen staff, opened his hands and stopped in front of the group of people: "Everyone, since you are here, let's talk about what you want to do... It's midnight..."
Lu Qian raised his head, looked at the sky, and shook his head: "Well, in short, you sneaked in so sneakily at night, either committing adultery or stealing... What exactly do you want to do?"
Lu Qian looked at this group of 'comrades' curiously.
These guys are obviously monks too.
Several monks whose heels were bitten by rhubarb screamed in pain. A burly man who was leading the team, more than nine feet eight inches in height, shouted loudly. He waved his sword with both hands and directed towards Lu Qian with a gleam of cold light.
Split it down.
Fa Jing's roar came from the distance: "Fa Hai, be careful!"
'Ding'!
The Jie Dao struck Lu Qian's forehead, sparks flew everywhere, and the edge of the Jie Dao opened a fist-sized gap, but not even a trace was left on Lu Qian's forehead.
"My Buddha... is compassionate!" Fajing's surprised and delighted voice came from afar.