Chapter two hundred and thirty-fifth: You, you, you, and you, let's all be vulgar!
After seeing the scriptures and Buddha statues in Dayun Jing Temple being burned bit by bit, even though Monk Zhixi had been prepared for it, he still felt a burst of heartache.
These are the foundations of their Fahua Sect!
Fu Yi on the other side was completely opposite. He looked at the burning scriptures and Buddha statues with a happy expression on his face.
After almost all the monks from Dayun Jing Temple had arrived, Fu Yi raised the document wrapped in yellow silk in his hand.
"According to the royal order of the saint, Sha eliminated the Fahua Sect..."
"yes!"
Monk Zhixi looked helpless, clasped his hands together, and led the other monks to bow deeply!
"Follow the Holy Will!"
"The sage said that only one temple of the Fahua Sect can be left in Chang'an and Luoyang, and the rest will be abandoned. Only those monks of the Fahua Sect who practice diligently and observe the precepts can stay in the temple, and those who cannot be diligent can stay in the temple.
If there are any shortcomings in the moral conduct, just give up."
Fu Yi first said Li Yuan's original words, and then put down the yellow silk document in his hand.
"So I have been ordered to identify you and others to see if you are diligent in practicing and observing the precepts. If so..."
Fu Yi pointed to the ground with his finger.
"Only then can you continue to practice in this temple. If not, don't blame me for recovering your ultimatum and dharma robes and sending you back to secular life."
"this……"
Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and said sincerely to Fu Yi.
"Fu Lingyin, you are not a member of my Samana sect. As for the discipline, it's easy to say, but isn't it inappropriate for you to judge whether we practice diligently or not?"
"how……"
Fu Yi looked at Monk Zhixi in front of him and immediately frowned.
"Monk Zhixi, do you mean to say that what you did was not fair enough?"
Fu Yi's words immediately choked Monk Zhixi and didn't know what to say...
By the way, don’t everyone in the Tang Dynasty know your Fu Yi’s attitude towards us Buddhism? Do you think you can be fair?
"snort!"
Looking at the monk Zhixi in front of him, Fu Yi waved his hand with a gloomy face.
"Well, in order to be fair, I will find another deputy now..."
After hearing his words, Monk Zhixi thought that the other party was planning to take a step back, so he clasped his hands together again.
"Thank you..."
Before Monk Zhixi could finish what he said, he saw Fu Yi turning his head and speaking to the little Taoist priest in white standing aside.
"Qingwei, come and make a judgment with a certain person!"
After hearing Fu Yi's words, Monk Zhixi blinked and looked confused.
This is just for the sake of fairness, Fu Yi, why don't you find a Taoist priest to identify whether a monk is practicing seriously?
Don't you think there's something wrong with your idea?
"Fu Lingyin?"
Old monk Zhixi gritted his teeth and protested again.
"This is such a serious matter, should you find a Buddhist to be the judge?"
"No!"
Fu Yi simply waved his hand.
"Don't worry, I always have a clear conscience when doing things and I won't act arbitrarily. So only if I and Qingwei both feel that you can't make progress or there are deficiencies in your precepts, will you take back the ultimatum and let him return to secular life."
"But……"
Monk Zhixi seemed to still intend to protest, but at this time, a sergeant had already moved out a table, two futons, and seats from the unoccupied yard next to him.
"You don't need to say anything..."
Fu Yi waved his hand, interrupting Monk Zhixi's words. He sat down cross-legged on the futon behind the table and waved to Kong Qing.
"Come on, Qingwei, sit over here!"
Kong Qing raised the whisk in his hand and sat cross-legged on the futon.
After Kong Qing also sat down, he saw Fu Yi wave his hand to the side again, and a Taoist priest holding a stack of account books next to him immediately placed a list in front of him.
"Next, I will start checking the number of certificates issued to your temple by the Chongxuan Department..."
Fu Yixin opened the roster in his hand and said without raising his head.
"As for those private monks who don't have ultimatums, I won't waste much time. You can just return to secular life! As for the slaves in the temple, according to the system of the Tang Dynasty, they will all be released. Do you have any objections to this?"
"Fu Lingyin..."
Monk Zhixi let out a long sigh again, took a step forward, and spoke in a sincere voice.
"The old monk has no objection to the matter of slaves, but the matter of privately saving monks cannot be so simple. After all, the amount of ultimatums released by the Tang Dynasty in recent years is limited. It is understandable that some people who are devoted to ascetics cannot get ultimatums for the time being...
…”
Before he could finish his words, Fu Yi pushed him back hard.
"Don't stay in the temple without an ultimatum. You can go back to your home to make offerings to the Buddha!"
Monk Zhixi sighed and silently took a step back again.
"The first one, Monk Faqing..."
Just as Monk Zhixi retreated, Fu Yi had already started calling according to the list.
"Who is Monk Faqing?"
Hearing his voice, a middle-aged monk with a rosy face walked out of the crowd tremblingly and saluted Fu Yi with his hands folded.
"The poor monk is Faqing."
"you?"
Fu Yi raised his head and looked him up and down with disdain.
"You have a red face, and you can tell at a glance that you are full of fat. Can you be called a diligent practitioner like this? Sha Tai!"
"ah!"
After hearing Fu Yi's words, the rosy-faced monk Faqing was stunned.
He never thought that after he came out without saying anything, the ultimatum would be recovered...
What a disaster from heaven!
"Fu Lingyin, is your judgment too hasty?"
Monk Zhixi stood up again.
"How can you make decisions based on your face if you practice diligently..."
"I don't think this is rash..."
Kong Qing, who was still pinching his fingers, spoke. He raised the fly whisk with his other hand and pointed towards Monk Faqing.
"But since the great monk Zhixi has an opinion, Pindao can't let others think that I will punish him without teaching him. Let's do this. Pindao, let me ask you something, and you have to answer it honestly!"
Monk Faqing clasped his hands together and nodded.
"yes!"
After seeing Monk Faqing nod, Kong Qing turned slightly sideways and asked casually.
"What is the relationship between the slave named Meizi in your temple and you?"
Click!
Monk Faqing suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was completely stunned.
He never expected that the little Taoist priest opposite him would directly ask the key point in one sentence.
"this……"
Monk Faqing gritted his teeth.
"Because she followed his father and was responsible for cleaning the temple, so the poor monk has seen him, and that's it?"
"Yeah?"
Kong Qing raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a sneer.
"But as far as Pindao knows, you have not just seen her, but you have seen her very carefully. It can be said that you can see every inch clearly... Didn't you sleep with her last night?
?"
After hearing what Kong Qing said, Monk Faqing opened his mouth and said with some sternness.
"You are slandering!"
"Do you, a drunken monk like you, still need a poor man to slander you? You, a monk in heat, bah!"
Kong Qing spat at him disdainfully.
"Do you think no one in the temple knows about the sleazy things you did? The poor Taoist can find seventeen or eight witnesses at any time. You'd better return to secular life honestly before you get into heat, Sha Tai him!"
After hearing what Kong Qing said, the two Taoist priests on one side immediately rushed up, grabbed the estrous monk, took him off, and took off his monk's robe.
"roll!"
When he saw Monk Faqing being beaten and kicked by the soldiers, waiting to return to secular life, Monk Zhixi closed his eyes in pain, and then he heard Fu Yi start to call the second one.
name.
"Monk Faxin, who is Monk Faxin..."
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
Following the call of the Buddha, a middle-aged monk walked out of the crowd and saluted Fu Yi with his hands folded.
"That's the poor monk!"
Monk Zhixi opened his eyes and looked at Fu Yi and Kong Qing.
He knew this Buddhist monk very well. He was an upright man and practical in his work. He was definitely a model among monks. He had no other shortcomings except that he had no talent and was unable to practice.
This one shouldn’t be eliminated by Sha!
At the same time, Fu Yi was also looking up and down at the middle-aged monk...
The other party's clothes were simple, and there were two patches on his monk's robe. His face was pale, and he looked like he was studying hard or suffering from malnutrition.
"Fu Lingyin..."
Monk Zhixi said from the side.
"What Fa Xin does in his daily life can be said to be diligent and abiding by the precepts. You can pass this, right?"
"You said he practiced diligently, okay!"
Fu Yi waved his hand, and a copy of the Lotus Sutra that had almost been thrown into the fire flew out of the air and landed in his hands.
"Monk Faxin, since you practice diligently, you should be familiar with this "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", right?"
"yes!"
Monk Faxin put his hands together and said very confidently.
"The young monk often recites it and is very familiar with it."
"oh!"
Fu Yi nodded and opened the scripture casually.
"Here, tell me, what is the thirty-fourth word on page 45 of the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma?"
???
After hearing Fu Yi's words, Monk Faxin was stunned.
He has indeed memorized the entire scripture, but you want him to say how many pages and how many words...
Sorry, the poor monk can't do it!
"Fu Lingyin..."
Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and bent slightly towards Fu Yi.
"This request of yours is a bit too much."
"is it hard?"
Fu Yixin turned over the book and spoke lazily to Monk Zhixi.
"If he doesn't even have this level of familiarity, how can he be a monk..."
With that said, Fu Yi casually threw the scripture in his hand to Monk Zhixi.
"Although XX is not a monk, he still knows this scripture of yours very well. Let's just ask XX how many pages and words are in this book? See if XX can answer it."
Monk Zhixi held the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" in his hands and looked at Fu Yi, who looked confident, with a bitter look on his face.
"Fu Lingyin, you are gifted with talents and a photographic memory. How can this ordinary person compare with you?"
"How about I give it a try?"
Kong Qing tilted his head and looked at Monk Zhixi innocently.
"Pindao has never read the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma before. Master, how about you show Pindao this sutra in your hand, and then take the same test once?"
Before Monk Zhixi could speak, Monk Faxin on the other side actually spoke back.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva! If you really read this little Tan Yue and can remember every word on every page, then that poor monk is willing to be eliminated by the sand."
"good!"
Kong Qing shook his fly whisk and waved to Monk Zhixi.
"Master Zhixi, please throw the scriptures over to Pindao."
"well!"
Monk Zhixi sighed and threw the scripture in his hand in front of Kong Qing.
After Kong Qing flipped through it, he threw the book directly to Monk Faxin.
"Come on, ask whatever you want!"
Fa Xin turned over the book in his hand and then asked.
"On page two, what's the fourth word?"
"You can come up with something difficult..."
Kong Qing flicked his fly whisk and said lazily.
"The first word on the second page is Myoho-renge-kyo number one... What do you think the fourth word is?"
"Pfft!"
Fu Yi on the side laughed out loud.
Hearing this sarcastic laughter, Monk Faxin seemed to be insulted. He quickly turned back many pages and then asked.
"What's the thirty-third word on page 70?"
Kong Qing opened his mouth and answered without hesitation.
"Page seventy is the sixth volume of the Lotus Sutra, and the thirty-third word is the word Qiu in the middle of the sentence "After the death of the Tathagata, I will be a bhikkhu."
"ah……"
Monk Faxin held the scriptures in his hands and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"It turns out that there are really people who can memorize the entire scripture by reading it just once."
"If you don't even know this much about the scriptures, why are you still a monk?"
After seeing that Monk Faxin had nothing to say, Fu Yi waved his hand at the side.
"Sha kill him!"
Once again, several Taoist priests came forward, dragged the already somewhat lost monk Faxin aside, and stood with monk Faqing.
Monk Zhixi closed his eyes silently.
He finally understood that Fu Yi and the others had no intention of letting a monk pass today.
really……
"The poor monk Xuan Ming."
"Pindao saw you a few days ago in Pingkangfang. Didn't you pretend to be a businessman from Luoyang... Shatai, a monk visiting a kiln?"
"Little Monk Huide."
"I see that you can't even memorize scriptures backwards. How can you be a monk? Do you want me to show you an example... Shatai, you fool!"
"Poor monk Zhanlang."
"Pindao thinks that the monk should be from the Qing Dynasty, not from Longyang. You, the warrior wolf, will be eliminated together with the warrior tiger next to you! From now on, you can stay together and fly together."
"..."
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and let out a long breath.