More than a dozen warrior monks were pressed to the ground by the Jinyi guard and beat ten rods, although it was only ten rods, but because Lu Bing secretly instructed, so the tortured Jinyi Wei gave a heavy hand, these dozen warrior monks were beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, and some even fainted in pain on the spot, and none of them could stand up when it was over.

Zen Master Huijing recited the Buddha's name with a compassionate face, and ordered the monks to carry away the more than a dozen warrior monks with chrysanthemums and wounds, as well as the corpse of Pu Hui, and then personally accompanied Xu Jin into the garden to watch the servants measure the area of the garden, in this way to show his innocence.

The area of this garden is hundreds of acres, because it is behind the Daming Temple, so it is regarded as a "self-reserved land" by the monks, planting some fruits and vegetables, providing the monks of the temple for daily consumption, in addition, the garden also raises a lot of chickens, ducks, pigs and other poultry and livestock.

At this time, Xu Jin and the others happened to pass by the pig pen, and the stench was instantaneous, but they saw more than a dozen big fat pigs lying in the pig pen, and sure enough, one was a black old sow, and five or six pink pigs were eating milk in a row, but the pig manure and pig urine next to it were piled up, which was very disgusting, and Shi Haoran had already taken out a handkerchief to cover his nose.

"Great monk, there are so many fat pigs here, could it be that they are also for your own consumption?" Lu Bing asked maliciously.

Hui Jing clasped her hands together and said: "Amitabha, Lord Lu Shi laughed, the monks eat fasting and chant Buddha without killing, the pigs, chickens, and ducks here are all for sale, just a livelihood." ”

"I believe you're a ghost!" Xie Sangun pursed his lips and said secretly, I remember that the last time I came to Daming Temple, I bumped into a monk who was unscrupulously gnawing on chicken legs.

Xu Jin couldn't help but quip: "The Zen master keeps saying that he doesn't kill people, but if these livestock are sold and not for human consumption, won't the Zen master indirectly kill people?" ”

Hui Jing pronounced a Buddha horn and said, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." Master Xu learned that monks were once human beings, and they all needed to eat fireworks in the world before becoming Buddhas, and there were many monks in this temple, and the daily expenses were very large, so they had to have a source of income. The pilgrims' daily leftover meals are used to feed the livestock, which is the method of two benefits, and Lord Xu is not smiling. ”

Xu Jin nodded, but he didn't question him anymore and continued to move forward.

More than ten meters away from the pigpen, there is a row of several wooden sheds, which are piled up with a large amount of coal, so that a thick layer of coal ash has accumulated on the surrounding trees.

Seeing Xu Jin thoughtfully looking at the coal in the wooden shed, Hui Jing explained: "This is the pulverized coal in this temple for the winter. ”

Xie Sangun pouted and said, "You still use loose coal." ”

It is said that when Xu Jin entered Beijing to catch the exam, he got a furnace and honeycomb coal in Baoding, Hebei, and finally sold the honeycomb coal production method to a businessman surnamed Mei at a price of three hundred taels.

A strange look flashed in Xu Jin's eyes, not because Daming Temple was still burning coal, but because there was too much coal piled up in the wooden shed. Monk Huijing said that this is a backup for the winter, and now it has just entered summer, so it can be seen that these coals should have been prepared for last winter, shouldn't they be almost used up now, why is it still full?

However, Xu Jin didn't dig deeper, after all, it was not illegal to store coal and firewood at home, so he continued to move forward.

After everyone walked around the garden, those servants were still carefully measuring, after all, it was hundreds of acres of land, and it was full of fruits and vegetables, and it was obviously not possible to measure it in a while.

"Lord Xu, why don't you go to our temple and sit for a while?" Hui Jing proposed.

Xu Jin really couldn't see any clues in the garden, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, then it's bothering." ”

……

At this moment, in the Daming Temple, the Pujing monk is leading Wang Cuiqiao's master and servant to the health hall. When Wang Cuiqiao's master and servant walked into the health hall, more than a dozen orphans immediately surrounded happily and squeaked: "Sister fairy, sister fairy." ”

Wang Cuiqiao's peerless pretty face had a gentle smile and clapped her hands gently, and those orphans immediately lined up in a long line. Qiu Yan opened the food box with a smile and took out the pastries and fruits inside to distribute to the orphans.

Pu Jing stood aside, smiling at Wang Cuiqiao's every move, and there was a trace of heat hidden under his eyes as always.

After Wang Cuiqiao distributed food to all the orphans and children, she turned around and walked in front of Pujing, clasped her hands together and saluted: "The little girl plans to fast in the temple for a few days, and the little master Pujing has arranged for it, and the sesame oil has already been donated in front." ”

Although Daming Temple is a monk's temple, there is also a place to stay for female dependents in the temple, which is specially provided for those officials and nobles who come from afar to worship the Buddha.

Pujing clasped his hands together and saluted: "Okay, the little monk will arrange it for the female benefactor." Then he turned and left.

As soon as Pujing left, the orphans became more active, and a six- or seven-year-old girl shook Wang Cuiqiao's hand and said coquettishly: "Is it good for the fairy sister to teach Min'er to sing songs?" ”

"Don't, don't, let's get a, I like to hear it!"

"Don't, don't, hide and seek......"

A group of orphans and children gathered around Wang Cuiqiao's master and servant and squeaked and put forward their own suggestions.

Wang Cuiqiao pulled the little girl named Fan Min'er and smiled calmly: "What song does Min'er want to hear?" ”

Fan Min'er said happily: "As long as it is sung by the fairy sister, I like to listen to it." ”

Wang Cuiqiao smiled and said, "Then sing ......"

Wang Cuiqiao paused halfway through speaking, and looked out of the moon gate in the courtyard, only to see that there were two brain melons there, looking this way in a flash.

The eyes of the two people outside the courtyard gate touched Wang Cuiqiao, and immediately shrank back behind the wall.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Cuiqiao's eyes, and he ran quickly towards the Moon Gate, just in time to see two ragged teenagers turn around and run away, and hurriedly shouted: "Jiang Zai, Fan Li, is it you?" ”

The two teenagers froze and slowly turned around. Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It's really the two of you, this ...... What's going on, what's going on? Haven't you been adopted by a good family? ”

Wang Cuiqiao looked at the two teenagers in front of him with dirt on their faces and tattered clothes, both surprised and sad.

"Miss...... Hey, isn't this Jiang Zai and Fan Li? Oh my God, how do you make yourself like a beggar, do evil! At this time, the maid Qiu Yan led the orphan girl named Fan Min'er out, and when she saw the two dirty teenagers, she immediately screamed.

The orphan girl named Fan Min'er looked at it suspiciously for a moment, then suddenly rushed to one of the teenagers and shouted happily: "Brother, and Brother Jiang Zai, why are you back?" ”

The young man named Fan Li opened his hands and hugged his sister, and his mouth let out a clattering sound.

"Ah, brother, what are you talking about?" The little girl asked, puzzled.

"Ahhh......h

Wang Cuiqiao was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the mouths of the two teenagers, and suddenly his heart was half cold, because the tongues of both of them were actually cut off. Oh my God, what terrible thing happened to them?