Section 52: Doing a lot of good deeds becomes a fairy
The yard was filled with porcelain jars. Cheng Xuanying was carefully wiping the dust off the jars. His hair was unkempt, and his robes were stained with oil. There were holes in many places. There was still a little bit of Master Xihua's transcendent spirit.
"Shut up, it's actually the best practice." Cheng Xuanying took out a piece of paper from his pocket with a smile and put it in Yun Ye's hand. He sat cross-legged among the jars and chanted sutras silently. He had no tongue.
, without the gorgeous robes, Yun Ye felt that this guy seemed more like a monk. The compassion in his eyes made people want to get close to him involuntarily. It seemed that as long as they got close to him, they could make people feel safe and happy.
Cheng Xuanying traveled all over the East China Sea these days. He did not ride a horse or a car, but relied on a pair of feet to travel to every village. He preached his principles, not with his words, but with his actions.
He dispersed his money to those in need, and dedicated his luxurious robes to a small Taoist temple with only one Taoist priest, because around that small Taoist temple that was dilapidated but full of believers, the villagers only believed in
Sanqing, I don’t believe in other gods, even if there is a big temple not far away with great scenery.
In the small Taoist temple, he performed discipleship rituals for the old Taoist priest who was dying, and repaired all the damaged parts of the Taoist temple with his own hands. Every day, he watched the old Taoist priest pray for blessings and eliminate disasters for the villagers who came to offer incense.
The beggar sewed clothes stitch by stitch, watched the old Taoist priest redress the injustices of the people who had been wronged, and also watched the old Taoist priest use his modest medical skills to treat the villagers. Some of the prescriptions he prescribed were inaccurate. Cheng Xuanying
I believe that the old Taoist priests definitely killed more patients than they saved.
Another rainy and snowy night, the old Taoist priest died. He was not murdered, but because he was so old that he went to heaven in his sleep.
Cheng Xuanying insisted that the old Taoist priest died peacefully, with the usual compassion on his face, and left with a smile. Before he died, he must have been freed from the shackles of his skin and reached another state.
Cheng Xuanying took a sip of tea and continued to write on the paper: "It was a real death of one person, and tens of thousands of people crying. Villagers came with their families and children, bringing the best food at home to pay their last respects to the old Taoist priest.
Several elderly people gave their coffins to the old Taoist. They originally planned to put the old Taoist priest into the grave within six days of burying the body. Who knew that after forty-nine days, villagers from far away would come to bury the old Taoist.
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The villagers ignored Cheng Xuanying's existence and did not care about the rules of not bathing, not changing clothes, and not entering the coffin when a priest was buried. They insisted on following the way their relatives died and made a fuss.
"Marquis Yun, the old Taoist priest has been lying in state for forty-nine days, and his appearance remains unchanged and lifelike. Even his hair, beard, and fingernails are still growing. The villagers firmly believe that the old Taoist priest has attained enlightenment and has ascended, and his bones have not been removed.
He was buried underground, but a pagoda was built for him. Although it is not high, only five feet, it is made of green bricks. Now after the villagers worship the Sanqing, they will go to worship the old Taoist priest. Obviously, the old Taoist priest
He has become a god and an immortal."
"Cheng Xuanying, this is what you came to me to say this time? If you have anything to ask for, please speak up. For the sake of you traveling across the East China Sea to expose bad habits during this period, I will agree."
Cheng Xuanying opened his mouth and laughed twice, and continued to write quickly under his hand: "Marquis Yun, I just want to ask you to store the ashes of these soldiers who died in the battle in Dengxian Temple. The so-called faith, will and power are all incense. The soldiers will keep them."
In this auspicious land, you will definitely be happy and peaceful."
"I will investigate. If it is true as you said, I will store the ashes of the local soldiers who died in the battle in Dengxian Temple. I will still take the ashes of the Guanzhong disciples back to Chang'an and give them to their families."
Cheng Xuanying smiled and agreed with one hand on her chest, seeming very confident.
"If the Taoist temple is too small, I can pay to build a larger Taoist temple."
"You don't need Yun Hou to worry about it. The believers have already started to expand the Taoist temple. Every brick and tile is donated. Pindao is going to build this Taoist temple into the people's own Taoist temple, so there is no need for government intervention, and we are not willing to donate money from wealthy families. I
I would rather beg for alms in the countryside, pennies for pennies, than use Marquis Yun's money."
"Well, Cheng Xuanying, there is a bag of gold sand here. Take it. Don't think of it as money, just think of it as building materials. Whether it is a Buddha statue or a statue of gods, you need gold powder. If you want to build a house in the countryside,
I'm afraid it's difficult to give away gold. Let's grind these one hundred taels of gold into gold powder. It's not considered a donation. It's a reward for keeping the ashes of the soldiers. You're welcome."
Cheng Xuanying is also a person who has seen the world, so naturally he will not value the weight of a hundred taels of gold. He bowed his head to express his gratitude, then left the Governor's Mansion with a bag of gold sand, waiting for Yun Ye to send someone to investigate his immortality view.
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I asked the soldiers and the family members of the deceased. As soon as they heard that the ashes were going to be stored in Dengxian Temple, they immediately agreed. Many families who were going to take the ashes back to their ancestral graves also changed their minds. It seems that this
The reputation of Taoist temples and Feng Shui are not generally good.
Officials from the Ministry of Rites brought Li Er's order and ordered Yun Ye to set off immediately and rush back to Chang'an. The ashes of the soldiers would naturally be handled by local officials and personnel from the Ministry of Rites.
On April 20th, it was a good time to travel and worship. Yun Ye boarded the ship in Zhuozhou, bid farewell to the soldiers left behind by the Navy, and returned to Chang'an with more than 10,000 people. He brought many jars with him when he came, but he didn't expect to leave when he left.
, still a boat full of jars.
When the navy returned to Beijing, what they were most happy about were the trackers. Those trackers who worked hard every year, what they liked most was meeting the fleet of the Lingnan Navy. They were all working. Only by working for the navy could they have wages and enough money.
food, so when Yun Ye was admiring the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, he could also hear the trackers' chants of free food.
Yun Ye is everywhere, and ghosts and gods are making troubles. The boatman who often runs on this river knows about the deeds of breaking the prince's boat into pieces on the canal a while ago. Now as long as he sees the big cloud hanging on the boat, he will
They all hid on the shore, and no one dared to come within five feet.
When the ship arrived in Luoyang, Shan Ying took Gou Zi ashore without telling anyone. Shan Ying wanted to see if his house was built, and Gou Zi wanted to avoid Hong Cheng's daughter. Who could think of him?
Painfully, a handsome and promising young man would inevitably be chased by those bold women. Yun Ye always believed that there was Hong Cheng's shadow behind this incident.
"I have seen the Hongcheng family's children. They are nice children. They have round faces and big butts. They look like they are good at giving birth. Why can't I just look down on this kid Gouzi? I have seen countless beauties in the palace.
Count, what's so good about it? It's as beautiful as a flower on the outside, but fierce and vicious on the inside. There is a red girl there who is honest and honest. I like children like this the most. No matter how bad Hong Cheng is, he is still a genuine earl. This girl Honghong is also a big house.
He is a decent girl. Why should he look down on her? Even if this kid spends his whole life, he probably won't get a title. Now there is a daughter from an earl's family who likes him. Why don't you climb up the pole? What are you waiting for?
What? I have only a few years to live, so why can’t I be allowed to see my dear grandson die again? It doesn’t make sense.”
Wuji was furious in the cabin. He wanted to rush to the shore several times to catch the dog back. He wished he could get married as soon as he got back and have a baby the next day. He lacked functions, so he gave birth to a grandson.
All hopes were placed on Gouzi. How could Yun Ye look like Wu Tongue? How could he be like the ancestor of his own family? Grandma Yun had this kind of virtue back then.
"Brother, can you stop for a moment? I've been scolding you for almost an hour. This young man is not in a hurry. Why are you so anxious? Can you still enter the bridal chamber for him?"
"You are an old man who wants to expose my scars, aren't you? My hands are itching badly today. If you have the guts, go to the deck and do a few tricks to see if your mouth is evil or if my palm power is hidden."
When it comes to fighting, Liu Fang and the eight of them together are no match for him. He raised his hands, carried the teapot, and took his grandson out of the cabin. People who are angry are irrational, and it will be bad if they hurt themselves.
For Wu Jian, this kind of trouble in the world is his greatest enjoyment. He has never experienced these trivial things in his life. Now once he experiences it, he is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself. Rather than scolding the dog, it is better to say that he is enjoying it.
This feeling, by the way, showed off the high taste of his apprentice to Liu Fang. Liu Fang just heard the unspoken undertones, and then he spoke out to fight back. They were demeaning each other. This was one of the fun of the two old men.
A large group of pigeons flew overhead and headed straight for Chang'an City. Yun Ye originally planned to find someone to shoot down all the pigeons and make soup for him at night. But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea, leaving the people in Chang'an City panicked.
Just wait and see. I don’t know if the envoys from Goryeo and Japan have gone to protest. They still don’t know what kind of crisis and trouble this military operation has caused. If they don’t want to break up with Goryeo, Baekje, and Japan now, they
You must endure the saliva of those messengers.
Yun Ye's battle report was extremely vague. He just reported that he had brought back all the corpses of the soldiers. He did not mention a word about how to break into the city, how to burn, kill, and loot. He also did not mention clearly in the military report that he had robbed a Japanese princess.
, when everything breaks out, they will know how terrible they are.
Li Er was rubbing his temples and sighing while reading the battle report. Next to him was Baiqisi's secret report. He glanced at the battle report and then at the secret report, and felt that his headache was getting worse.
"Little bastard, what did you do in Goryeo? Burning, killing, looting, plundering people's property, except for adultery, as long as it can be committed in military regulations, you fucking committed it once, okay, and selling
Human heads? These things can also be sold? Forty guan a piece? Grandma's, I want to sell it. Next time after I finish the war, I will give you the heads to sell. If you can't sell it for 40 guan, you will be accused of embezzling the country.