Qi Dayou was very considerate and followed Shen Yi's instructions.
Because Shen Yi was injured, Junior Sister Lu helped him sit on the steps in front of the Guanyin Hall to rest. He received several punches on his shoulders and back, and one on half of his face. Everything hurt now.
Very embarrassed.
Junior Sister Lu asked for a bowl of water from the monk in Jiming Temple and fed it to Shen Yi.
As soon as Shen Yi drank a bowl of water, an old monk with a white beard stood in front of him. The old monk took a serious look at Shen Yi's face, then clasped his hands together, bowed to Shen Yi and said, "The poor monk Cheng
Come and pay homage to Donor Shen."
Hearing the name Chengguan, Shen Yi raised his head and glanced at the old monk, then lowered his head slightly: "It turns out to be the abbot, the great monk. Sorry."
Great Monk is an honorific title for Buddhist disciples. Even the title Monk is also an honorific title for Buddhist disciples.
As a famous temple in Jiankang through the ages, Jiming Temple has been renamed many times, but its status is still lofty. Especially after Emperor Sejong ordered to overhaul Jiming Temple, and Emperor Xianzong also ordered to expand Jiming Temple, Jiming Temple in Jiankang
The status becomes more and more noble.
The abbot of Jiming Temple naturally had a high status in Jiankang.
For example, the great monk Cheng Guan in front of me can visit the emperor at any time.
However, Shen Yi's phrase "big monk" was more or less sarcastic, mocking Jiming Temple for not daring to come forward in the conflict just now.
"Don't dare to take it seriously..."
Monk Chengguan bowed to Shen Yi and said: "Donor, the poor monk was doing his homework just now. He came in a hurry after getting the news. He just understood the cause and effect. This matter is indeed the fault of Miss Zhao, but the two of you are deadlocked here.
The temple is not a long-term solution. There are so many believers in the temple blocking the way in and out. Moreover, Mr. Shen is injured and should go to the city for treatment quickly..."
Shen Yi turned his head and glanced at the Guanyin Hall behind him without raising his eyelids: "What the great monk means is that Shen has occupied your place and delayed your incense business."
Hearing the words "incense business", Monk Chengguan's face trembled. He looked at Shen Yi and sighed helplessly: "Master Shen deserves to be a new scholar, and his ability to manipulate words is really great."
He meant that Shen Yi had a bad mouth.
Shen Yi smiled slightly: "Great monk, let me ask, for a temple as big as Jiming Temple, there should be a lot of farmland nearby. Are there any monks who protect the temple?"
The temple is very rich.
Because emperors who believe in Buddhism will reward incense, money, and land, some believers among the powerful will also donate money and land. Sometimes the land production of a temple can reach more than a thousand hectares.
Monks, however, are not engaged in production. They will rent the land and property to tenants for cultivation, and they will be the landlords themselves to collect the rent.
The so-called ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.
If there is land and money in the temple, it will naturally arouse the covetousness of some people. In order to protect the temple, protect their own land, and make the rent collection "smooth", there are so-called temple-protecting monks.
As far as Shen Yi knows, Emperor Sejong granted nearly 3,000 acres of land to Jiming Temple, a temple that has been famous for thousands of years. It is impossible for them to be without warrior monks.
Monk Cheng Guan lowered his head and sighed: "Donor Shen, everyone who enters the temple is a believer of my Buddha. It is not good for outsiders like us to have bad relations with the believers."
Shen Yi had a sarcastic look on his face.
"They beat people in front of so many people in Jiming Temple. Are they still followers of the Buddha?"
Monk Cheng Guan's expression froze and he had nothing to say.
"According to the master, my junior sister and I are the followers of my Buddha. I heard that the Buddhist monks protect the temple and protect the Dharma, so why can't I come out to protect us and other believers?"
Monk Cheng Guan looked ashamed.
"Donor Shen..."
"Okay, the great monk doesn't need to say any more."
Shen Yi waved his hand: "I know your difficulties, it's just that their family is powerful and they don't dare to offend them. Since you didn't dare to come forward just now, there is no need to come out and pretend to be good people now. Today, since the Zhao family and I
If there is a conflict, let each one rely on his own abilities. As for the loss of the incense of your temple."
Shen Yi sneered: "If the great monk has the courage, you can go and ask for it from the Zhao family."
After Shen Yi said this, he closed his eyes and remained silent.
Monk Cheng Guan stood there and had no choice but to lower his head and say "Amitabha" before turning around and leaving.
Seeing Monk Chengguan leave, Junior Sister Lu whispered to Shen Yi: "Brother, this great monk favors them, doesn't he?"
Shen Yi rubbed his shoulders and groaned: "He doesn't want things to get worse..."
Junior Sister Lu was a little angry: "In this important place of Buddhism, these great monks persuade people to do good every day, but how come they themselves are not good?"
"Junior Sister, what you said is a bit extreme."
Shen Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air because of the pain. He snorted and said, "You can't defeat all Buddhists with one stroke. There are also some Buddhist masters who live in the mountains. As for Jiming Temple..."
He looked back at the splendid Guanyin Hall and said slowly: "It can only be said that this place is too close to the worldly prosperity and too far from the purity and tranquility."
While Shen Yi was talking and resting with Miss Lu, a fast horse stopped at the foot of Jilong Mountain. A young man jumped off the horse. The young man was fast and galloped along the mountain road, and soon arrived at the gate of Jiming Temple.
.
He must be a practicing practitioner. He quickly pushed through the crowd of onlookers in Jiming Temple and quickly reached the entrance of Guanyin Hall.
Zhao Zhuo, the legitimate son of the Zhao family, was called Mr. Zhao in Jiankang.
Mr. Zhao looked a little unhappy at the moment. He first looked at Shen Yi, then turned to look at Fan Dongcheng. Finally, he walked up to his sister and frowned: "What happened?"
Miss Zhao Si had a stern face at first, but after seeing her brother, she couldn't hold back any longer. She burst into tears. Then she stepped forward and pulled Zhao Zhuo's sleeves, pointing at Shen Yi in the distance.
: "That person named Shen is bullying people!"
Zhao Zhuo was not impulsive. After listening to his sister's "embellished" account of what happened, he first glanced at his servant, and then at the guards standing next to Shen Yi.
Without saying a word, he walked up to the servant who made the move, and directly reached out and grabbed the clothes from the back of the man's neck.
Mr. Zhao was born as a general and had practiced martial arts since he was a child. He was naturally very strong. He grabbed his servant and dragged him to Shen Yi, and then "thrown" him directly in front of Shen Yi.
Mr. Zhao first glanced at Qi Dayou, raised his hands to Qi Dayou, then raised his hands to Shen Yi, and said: "Young Master Shen, this servant of mine is ignorant and has offended you today. Naturally, there will be consequences."
His fate."
After saying this, Zhao Zhuo took off his saber from his waist.
He handed the saber in front of Shen Yi with one hand and looked directly at Shen Yi with both eyes.
"I heard from my roommate that Young Master Shen wants an arm from him. As the elder brother, I agreed for her. The knife is right here. Young Master Shen just take action."
Seeing Zhao Zhuo hand over the knife, everyone frowned.
Because Shen Yi originally wanted to only cripple one of this man's arms, which meant breaking one of the servant's arms, and there was absolutely no intention of cutting off one of his arms.
Now that Mr. Zhao entered the scene, he cut off his arm without saying a word. This was not to vent his anger on Shen Yi, but to make Shen Yi look bad.
You are a scholar, do you dare to kill me?
If you chop it down, you will completely offend the Zhao family.
If you don't cut them, you can only watch them leave.
Shen Yi looked at the exquisitely crafted and ornately decorated long knife in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming fierce.
Junior Sister Lu took his arm and sounded pleading: "Brother, forget it..."
Shen Yi was unmoved and stood up staggeringly.
He looked up at Zhao Zhuo with a smile on his face: "Master Zhao, this knife is so beautiful."
Zhao Zhuo smiled solemnly: "Young Master Shen is more courageous today, so I will give this knife to you, Young Master Shen."
Shen Yi was punched on the right shoulder. At this moment, his right arm could not move very well. He took the knife with his left hand, then grabbed the handle and threw the scabbard out.
The long sword was unsheathed, with a sharp cold light.
Shen Yi turned to look at the servant, whose face was as pale as earth and trembling like chaff.
