Chapter 164: Fu Yi's suggestion still needs to be improved
Laitingfang is right next to Yongchangfang. Because it is close to the Imperial City, it is also one of the first choices for dignitaries to buy their homes.
After all, the name of this square is very auspicious, and the so-called coming to court means meeting the emperor.
When the sky was just getting dark, a renovated carriage drove out of the residence of Yang Quanjie, the prince of Lai Tingfang, led by Zuo Nei, and drove out the gate of Lai Tingfang amidst the sound of wheels.
"Xu..."
As soon as the vehicle came out of the courtyard, the driver suddenly pulled the reins with his hand. The head of the packhorse pulling the vehicle was pulled back, and the carriage also stopped with a thump.
"Siquan, why didn't you say anything when you stopped?"
A head with a bun popped out from the car curtain.
"My wife almost knocked her head off just now, do you know..."
"Ms. Cuiqiao, you can't blame me for this..."
The coachman all pouted forward.
"Who knew there was a woman squatting here?"
"A woman is squatting..."
The car curtain opened again, revealing a beautiful and plump figure, who looked over with curious eyes.
"where?"
With the faint light at this time, the beautiful woman looked up and found that on the road ahead, a woman wearing a white skirt and a cloth scarf was squatting on the ground, her body trembling.
, as if crying sadly.
"There is indeed a woman crying..."
The beautiful woman's face showed a look of intolerance.
"She looks so pitiful, Cuiqiao. Go and ask her what's wrong. If you need help, I still have some money here."
"Yes, madam!"
After the maid agreed, she opened the car curtain, jumped out of the car nimbly, walked up to the woman in white, and patted her shoulder tentatively.
"Hey, why are you crying here? Is there anything sad?"
"Slave's husband..."
The woman in white was still squatting on the ground, shrugging her shoulders and letting out a whimpering sound.
"He actually went behind the slave's back and wanted to find a new love."
After Cui Qiao heard what the woman in white said, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade her, but she didn't know how, so she turned to the beautiful woman with a look of helplessness.
"Madam, this woman's husband wants to marry someone else behind her back."
"Yeah?"
At this time, the beautiful woman also got out of the car and walked over with a look of regret.
"It is really helpless for a woman to meet an unkind person, so what are you going to do next? I still have some money here, if you have any other plans..."
"I don't want money,"
The woman in white was still crying, her body twitching, but her tone of voice seemed to have become sinister.
"I only want……"
"what would you like?"
The beautiful woman didn't hear what the other party said clearly, so she took another step forward and leaned her head towards him.
"Speak louder."
"I only want……"
The woman in white put down the white sleeves covering her face, turned her head 180 degrees, revealing a face that was delicate but gray, and looked over with two dull eyes.
"...Strangle you bastards to death!"
The incident happened suddenly, and the actions of the woman in white instantly startled the beautiful woman who got off the carriage, causing her to let out a piercing scream.
"Ghost!"
Then, the beautiful woman immediately and cleverly ran towards the direction of the coachman. Because her movements were too hasty, her heavy conscience on her chest was bouncing up and down.
The woman in white stretched out her hands, as if she really wanted to strangle her, and followed her.
Before the beautiful woman could run to the carriage, she saw that the driver dropped his whip without hesitation, swung his legs and ran towards the entrance to the courtyard behind him.
The speed was so fast that his legs seemed to run out of phantoms!
"Madam, don't be afraid..."
Instead, the seemingly petite maid Cuiqiao closed her eyes and rushed towards the female ghost in white.
"I will protect you!"
boom!
The little maid was knocked over by the female ghost in white, and then the female ghost stretched out her hands again and rushed towards the beautiful woman.
"You bitch, stop, I'm going to strangle you to death!"
"Ahhh...help..."
While shouting for help, the beautiful woman surrounded her carriage and started hide-and-seek with the female ghost. However, the burden on his chest was too heavy, which affected her speed, causing her to avoid dangers several times.
They were almost caught by the female ghost.
At this critical moment, a snow-colored sword light suddenly lit up in front of the beautiful woman's eyes.
"Gu Chenzhan Wuselfless!"
As soon as the sword light fell, it stabbed the female ghost in white from the top of her head.
The next moment, the body of the female ghost in white became stiff, and she raised her hands flat. Then she heard a crash, and the female ghost's body collapsed like a building block, turning into a pile of snow-white bones. On top of the bones, there were
Covered with a cloth towel.
Whoosh!
After a soft sound, a little Taoist priest in white had landed gracefully. With a hook of his finger, three feet of autumn water had flown back behind him, and then he saw his sleeves fluttering.
"receive!"
In an instant, both the bones and the cloth on the ground disappeared.
"It's okay now. This lady... Hey, it turns out to be the eldest lady of the Yang family!"
The Taoist priest in white turned his head to look at the frightened beautiful woman, and nodded with a smile.
"I'm so polite!"
"It turns out to be Taoist Priest Qingwei..."
Looking at the handsome little Taoist priest in front of her, Yang Mudan, the eldest wife of the Yang family, suddenly felt her heart pounding and her conscience trembling up and down in her chest.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for saving me."
"It's getting dark so early..."
Kong Qing raised his head and looked at the east that had just been lit up, and asked doubtfully.
"Madam, what are you going to do?"
"that……"
Yang Mudan hesitated twice first, then looked around and saw that no one was around. The coachman had not come back. Cui Qiao was still lying on the ground. She came closer and said in a low voice, but Kong Qing could hear it clearly.
.
"The slave family plans to go to Yanxing Temple to watch the excitement."
"Watching the excitement?"
Kong Qing repeated something strangely.
"That's right, Master Qingwei, you don't know that the former eminent monk of the Fahua Sect, the great monk Jizang, announced not long ago that he established a new Buddhist sect called the Sanlun Sect."
Yang Mudan enthusiastically taught Kong Qing his homework.
"In the past two days, Monk Jizang was holding a Dharma meeting at Yanxing Temple to debate scriptures with other monks and laymen. If he won, then the Three Commentaries Sect could be officially established. If he lost, his Three Commentaries Sect would be officially established.
Zong is so yellow..."
"Huh……"
Kong Qing blinked, becoming interested.
The monk debate competition, I have never seen such an interesting thing.
"But this kind of ceremony is generally not very interesting..."
Yang Mudan looked left and right again and told Kong Qing the truth directly.
"Because Monk Jizang is an eminent monk after all, even if he loses the debate, he will not hit anyone. In fact, the opinion conferences only involve young masters debating with each other. They are young and full of firepower. They often argue after two sentences on the stage.
It has become a martial arts practice, which is particularly exciting."
Kong Qing blinked silently.
Doesn’t it mean that this lady from the Yang family is a true Buddhist?
Why do I feel that the future of Buddhism is very worrying?
"But today is different..."
Anyway, he had already told the truth, so Yang Mudan simply told the truth.
"Yesterday during the court meeting, Fu Yi actually proposed to the current saint that all monks and nuns should return to secular life, and then pair them up and get married. He said that in this way, he could increase the country's population by hundreds of thousands of households and millions in taxes. It is said that the saint
Very emotional.
If the saint really agrees to this matter, then Buddhism will really be over."
Yang Mudan clenched her hands into fists and looked excited.
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched.
Madam of the Yang family, you are a believer in Buddhism. If you take Buddhist pills, why don’t you say it’s like you’re in mourning? You shouldn’t be so excited!
Kong Qing asked tentatively.
"Then Madam, what you went to Yanxing Temple to see was the excitement of Buddhist pills?"
"certainly……"
Yang Mudan said confidently.
"At this time, neither the great monk Ji Zang nor the other monks have the intention to hold any kind of puja, but this puja has been held for several days, and it cannot be stopped now..."
Yang Mudan chuckled secretly, like a little fox that had eaten the chicken.
"So the expressions on the faces of the eminent monks debating today must be very beautiful, and maybe you can even see them absentmindedly saying the wrong thing. Thinking about it makes people look forward to it."
Kong Qing blinked silently.
What kind of evil did Buddhism do to produce such a believer?
At this moment, Cui Qiao, who was knocked unconscious by the female ghost in white, finally covered her head and woke up leisurely.
"Madam, be careful... Hey, why is the Taoist priest Qingwei here?"
"..."
After sending Yang Mudan and the maid Cuiqiao back to the Yang Mansion, Kong Qing entered the imperial city directly through the gate between Yongchangfang and Yongxingfang, and came to the Taishi Bureau. As soon as he entered, he saw Shu Chuo holding a
A writing brush, sitting on the stone table next to the corridor, writing scratches, as if calculating something important.
"Lao Shu, what are you doing?"
"It's the Head Court!"
Shu Chuo raised his head and immediately showed a bright smile when he saw it was Kong Qing.
"Someone is helping Fu Yi improve his proposal."
"Help Fu Yi improve his proposal?"
After hearing what Shu Chuo said, Kong Qing sat down next to him with great interest.
"Is it the proposal to return all the monks and nuns to secular life and marry them to men?"
"That's right!"
Shu Chuo was sitting on his knees next to the corridor, stroking his beard with his hand, seeming to be very knowledgeable.
"Although Fu Yi's idea is good, there are also many flaws in it that must be improved..."
"oh……"
Hearing what Shu Chuo said, Kong Qing immediately asked with interest.
"Lao Shu, do you think there is anything inappropriate that needs you to improve?"
"Is this the most inappropriate thing to say?"
Shu Chuo looked left and right, then lowered his voice and smiled smoothly.
"Of course Fu Yi miscalculated the number of nuns..."
"The number of nuns?"
Kong Qing repeated in confusion.
"That's right! Master, please think carefully..."
As he spoke, Shu Chuo winked at Kong Qing.
"There are more than a hundred temples in Chang'an, among which there are more than eighty monk temples, and there are less than twenty nun temples. The number of monks and nuns is not enough. If we really want to divide them, it will take about five monks.
Assign a nun, what do you think we should do?"
Kong Qing blinked silently.
Hezhe Shuchuo, you have been struggling for a long time, do you mean that the ratio of five to one monks to nuns is inappropriate?
"If you follow Fu Yi's suggestion..."
Shu Chuo used the brush in his hand to stamp a few numbers on the paper on the stone table.
"In the end, there will be at least hundreds of thousands of monks who will not be able to get nuns or head monasteries. These are all unstable factors!"
Kong Qing nodded numbly.
"Lao Shu, what you said makes sense."
"And there is another thing that Fu Yi has not thought clearly about, which is how to pair up this monk and nun. Hey, Master, what do you think of this method of drawing lots?"
Shu Chuo touched his beard with his hand and looked like he was thinking seriously.
"But in this case, should the monk draw lots to catch the nun, or the nun draw lots to catch the monk..."
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched.
I have to say that since Shu Chuo had the hope of becoming a Taoist, this old guy has become increasingly unreliable.
"No, no matter who arrests whom, the monks and nuns must first be roughly divided into grades according to age, and then arrested..."
Shu Chuo twirled his beard and nodded, still thinking carefully.
"Otherwise, if you capture an 18-year-old nun for an 80-year-old monk, wouldn't you be deceiving him?"
Kong Qing nodded silently.
Indeed, if such a thing happened, it would indeed have deceived the eighteen-year-old nun.
Then, Kong Qing heard Shu Chuo say.
"What if an eighty-year-old monk dies immediately on the belly of an eighteen-year-old nun? Wouldn't his eighty-year-old reputation be wasted?"
The corners of Kong Qing's eyes twitched.
Your eighty-year-old monk has drawn lots to catch an eighteen-year-old nun. What are you talking about with me about eighty years of good reputation?
"Lao Shu, stop talking about these useless things."
Kong Qing reached out and tugged on Shu Chuo's clothes, interrupting him while he was still thinking about the monks' return to secular life, and reminded him.
"Didn't you tell Pindao that something happened to Jing Zhaowei's family?"