There was a fight in Mengjia Village, and it was still at the Heroes Temple.
Mengjiacun was originally an inconspicuous village, but because Fucheng chose the Heroes' Temple here, it became lively and famous, and more refugees came to it than other places.
When there are too many people, there will inevitably be friction and disputes, but after the officials quickly drove the guilty refugees out of the government and turned the guilty villagers into refugees, everyone just said hello to me and everyone had less arguments, even if they did.
I also tried my best to resolve it privately.
The Heroes Temple is the most popular place in the whole mansion. In the troubled times, temples, Taoism, gods and Buddhas have been turned into clay sculptures and wood sculptures. The general public is more willing to come to these places that can truly protect them to make wishes.
The Heroes Temple is always lively. People come here not only during the Qingming Festival. Family members who miss their loved ones often come here to sit and talk to their dead relatives. You can also meet other similar people and talk to people who share the same illness.
Be more relaxed and happy.
In addition, the surrounding villagers, passing traders and passers-by will also come here to rest...
The Heroes Temple is supported by the government, and old or disabled soldiers are selected to take care of it. Free porridge and hot water are provided. Relatives buried here can eat and drink for free, and people passing by can also eat and drink for free.
Of course, most people passing by don't eat and drink for free, so they put down a few coins to show their appreciation. Although the porridge here is not as good as restaurants in towns, it is still very economical, safe, fast and convenient.
So even though there were a lot of people here early in the morning, many people gathered around us immediately after the fight started.
In fact, this is not called a fight. To be precise, it is an old man holding a dung fork attacking a young monk holding a wooden staff.
The young monk's wooden staff was always hanging on the ground, and he moved gently from side to side with one step or two, avoiding the angry and crazy old man.
"You, a monk, should obviously feel compassion for all sentient beings. How could you call Mrs. Chu, who also suffers the same pain for all beings, an evil spirit?"
Did it turn out that the monk was scolding Mrs. Chu? The expressions of the people watching were a little complicated and they did not step forward to hold them down.
"How can you scold Mrs. Chu?"
"It's not right for you, a monk, to do this."
"Are you jealous? Mrs. Chu has robbed you of your incense."
Some were persuading, some were sarcastic, and all were talking in confusion.
The old man was panting, sweating profusely in the cold winter, and his beard and hair were disheveled. It didn't look like he was beating someone, but that he was being beaten.
"You, you
"Monk, where did the water and bread I gave you earlier come from?" He shouted, "They were all given by Mrs. Chu. If you ate them and scolded her, I might as well feed the bread to the dogs."
"
He beat him fiercely and scolded him harshly, but Monk Mu was neither impatient nor annoyed, his expression remained unchanged and his breath was not disturbed at all. He turned slightly to one side, and the dung fork hit him from the side.
"Husband, she killed your son," he said.
The old man jumped off the ground, with red tears streaming down his face: "My son died killing thieves and protecting the common people. He is a hero."
The wooden monk gently lifted his wooden stick, and the dung fork slid aside. He looked past the old man at the temple: "She also killed these people."
The people around were shocked. Even though they were jealous and cursed, they actually wanted to confuse right and wrong.
"You monk, you must be a lunatic!"
Everyone shouted, not knowing how to refute this crazy statement, because it was so unreasonable.
An older man passing by understood it and smiled: "The monk said that Mrs. Chu asked everyone to serve as soldiers, so they died in the war, right?"
Monk Mu looked at him but said nothing.
The elder continued: "Monk, you are wrong to think that way. In the troubled times where rebels are rampant, if you don't fight, you will be killed, and your whole family will die. If you become a soldier, you will be killed by the rebels, but you will save your family's lives."
, the family can survive, he died for himself and his family."
Monk Mu said: "Have you ever thought that he and his family would not have died?"
What? Originally? Who could have imagined this? The people watching were stunned.
Monk Mu looked at the dark stone tablets and names in the hall: "Many of them
No one will die in the first place.”
The elder looked at Monk Mu like a lunatic and smiled helplessly in sympathy: "There is no original or what-if in this world. Master, you can't even understand this, but you can't live up to your clothes."
Monk Mu's body is like bamboo, and his eyes are like deep pools: "It's because you can't see it, you can't understand it, you are chaotic and think evil ghosts are gods."
The old man stabbed me with a dung fork: "You are a crazy monk talking nonsense."
Monk Mu's clothes moved slightly, he took a step back, and the fork of feces didn't touch his body at all.
The surroundings were once again chaotic, mixed with the sound of footsteps.
"How dare you fight in the Heroes Temple."
"Everyone get out of the way."
"The official is handling the case."
It turned out to be from the government
When the people arrived, the people immediately found the backbone and looked at them one after another and shouted: "Here, here."
Mrs. Chu from Huainan Road said that official officers were the same as soldiers. Soldiers fought outside to protect the people, while the officers were in the city to keep the people safe. Therefore, the people respected the official officers very much and the road quickly got out of the way.
The crowd parted, and a group of official officers armed with chains, swords and guns came quickly.
"Master, catch this crazy monk quickly," the old man shouted, pointing with his dung fork.
Everyone looked around and were suddenly shocked. The monk holding the wooden staff disappeared!
"He ran away." A member of the public shouted, pointing in one direction.
Everyone looked around and saw a corner of the green robe disappearing behind the palace.
This monk runs so fast!
The officials immediately chased after him, but when they arrived at the back of the temple, the monk was nowhere to be seen. The two officials were agile and climbed up the wall to have a look.
"Sir, over there." An official turned around and shouted, pointing his finger outward.
"That's so fast!" Another officer shouted without turning around.
The officer who turned around turned his head to look back and was stunned: "It's gone!"
But the official officer leader under the wall just said: "...Chasing..."
.....
.....
"The first time I saw him, he was walking in the field, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the woods further away."
"He's not walking, like flying."
"It's not flying, it's just a flash, a flash...and then it's gone."
"When I was a kid, I heard stories about ghosts and monsters, like the ones that shrunk the earth into inches..."
The two officials exchanged words with each other until the leader of the officials shouted: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Looking at the surrounding people, they looked horrified at this time. So, was that monk a god? A monster? He was clearly right in front of them, but he disappeared when he said he couldn't see it. The officials could all testify that they were all saying he was a monster!
"As soon as I looked up, he emerged from the fog." The old man holding the dung fork also recalled shouting, "I didn't hear a sound."
Although he was horrified, the old man still made an angry conclusion when he thought of what the monk said.
"It must be a monster!"
Only monsters hate the goddess Mrs. Chu, so they slander Mrs. Chu and these brave warriors who died.
Everyone onlookers nodded in agreement.
"Now in this troubled world, there are fewer people and less popularity, and monsters and monsters are popping up."
"I heard people say that there are wild wolves in Daxiling that have transformed into human beings and bowed to people on the road. As soon as you saluted back, they bit off their heads."
Listening to the people's increasingly chaotic words, the official leader coughed heavily and said: "Don't talk nonsense. There are thieves in Daxiling who are making trouble. They are wearing furs and scaring people and robbing them. The soldiers and horses have already gone over to kill them."
He glared at the two officials again with a hint of warning.
"This monk is a skilled man. He walks silently and quickly. I don't know where he came from as a spy."
The two officers were ashamed. When they saw the master, they didn't pay attention to him and were spies.
Talking about ghosts caused people to panic.
"Fellow folks, the government has recently received reports from other places that there is a monk snooping around in our Huainan Road, slandering Mrs. Chu, and spreading rumors to scare people." The leader of the official mission said solemnly to the people, "I didn't expect him to come to us.
, if you see this person again, you must report it in time."
It turns out that this monk didn't just appear here. Although they lived a peaceful life, they are now in troubled times. There are rebels on all sides of Huainan Road. Not long ago, there were rebels who ran into Huainan Road and attacked the Lady of Chu...
"This monk must be a rebel. He failed to attack Mrs. Chu last time, so he's here again."
"How could a good monk join the rebels and harm the people?"
"He may not be a monk, he may be...a rebel in disguise."
The demons and ghosts were put aside, and the people began to analyze seriously and vigilantly. The official leader breathed a sigh of relief and became solemn again, especially staring at the old man with a dung fork: "Everyone in our Huainan Road is like the Lady of Chu, who is willing to give charity, be compassionate to the refugees, and do not pick up things on the road, but
After all, wars are going on at this time. The more peaceful our place is, the more people will covet it. When you see suspicious people, you should be wary even if you have a good heart. You should not stay overnight or lead the way during the day. You can give water and food as gifts, but you are never allowed to talk about the village.
The residence, especially the troops and horses in the city are fortified..."
Since the attack on Mrs. Chu, officials from all over the country have often said these words, and they have been conveyed to every village. The reason is not hidden from everyone. The group of rebels who attacked Mrs. Chu were dressed in disguise. Some villagers were not careful, and the village was destroyed.
Butchered.
The old man blushed and lowered his head after being told by the official leader. He was too greedy for that morsel of food, and seeing that this man was a monk, he forgot the government's instructions. In these troubled times, people wearing monk robes are not necessarily Buddhas. Wild wolves can still
Put on clothes
What about adults?
After appeasing the people, the official leader took his people back to the city to report. When he saw the county magistrate, the official's expression was not so relaxed.
"A few days ago, we said we saw this monk in Wujiang, and now he appears here. There was no trace of him leaving in Wujiang, and we didn't find any news of him coming in. This monk is really extraordinary."
To be honest, what he saw today made him feel a little nervous, thinking that this monk was either a god or a monster.
The county magistrate was promoted by an old official. According to private information, he gave a lot of money to a retainer of Mrs. Chu.....
However, the old official is smooth and calm. He has seen many strange things in his long life, and he is not surprised when he hears about gods and ghosts.
Daxia is in chaos, and everything in this world is no longer strange. The old officials often sigh calmly like this.
After listening to the officer's words, he twisted his beard and said calmly: "There is no airtight wall in this world. No matter how hard you guard, there will be fish that slip through the net. Since this monk is determined to do something, he can naturally avoid the checkpoints. If others are capable, there is no need to destroy our own prestige."
, do our job well, whether we can be caught or not depends on God’s will.”
Officials can only take orders. This county magistrate only does what the superior officer tells him to do, and ignores other things. If he doesn't work hard, he won't be perfect. As long as the county does not disturb the peace of the people, it will be fine. The old officials are like this. They are naughty and just
I just want to goof off and not seek merit, but Shangguan doesn’t dislike it...
The official could only follow the county magistrate and do what reassures the superior officer. He should carefully write down the discovery of the monk and report it to the higher-level government... and forget about it.
They have too much to do. A spy is very scary, but thousands of people cannot be wasted just because of one spy.
The New Year is here, and the crackling of firecrackers continues in Huainan Road. In a small town on Xuanwu Road, which is not as stable as Huainan Road, there are also occasional firecrackers.
Chen Er threw a bamboo tube into the bonfire, listened to the banging of firecrackers, grinned, and then clapped his hands and shrank his shoulders and walked into the room.
Under the light indoors, Xiang Nan was also smiling, holding a letter in his hand.
The corners of Chen Er's mouth dropped: "You don't like Mrs. Chu very much. You haven't memorized her letter yet, and you still want to take it out and read it."
Xiang Nan smiled at him: "Seeing the words is like seeing the face. What's the point of just memorizing it? Of course, it must be held in front of you at all times."
He was so shameless, Chen Er choked and stared.
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