Raindrops are like beans. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the winding mountain road, the crowd walked silently.

About 300 young and middle-aged villagers, plus more than 100 scholars from Wendao Academy, were all told that there was no food in Wendao Academy. But there is it in Tanzhe Temple!

Silence is appearance. Underlying lurks a thirst for survival. This desire, savage and ferocious. At this time, the crowd is like a pot of boiling oil, as long as there is a little spark, it will explode.

About two hours later, the crowd arrived in front of the gate of Tanzhesi Mountain in Jinyun Peak of Miaofeng Mountain.

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In the main hall of Tanzhe Temple, dozens of monks stand in several rows according to the highlands of seniority and status. The atmosphere was extremely tense. News of the arrival of a large number of hungry people has spread throughout the monastery.

The sound of rain outside the temple was clearly audible.

The gray-robed monk Zhiwu on the left hand side of Zhichen, the presiding officer of Tanzhe Temple, explained the current situation to everyone, "The mountain gate has been occupied by hungry people. Now Huilai leads the warrior monks to guard the gate. The situation outside is unknown. ”

The old monk Zhichen was wearing a robe, his eyes were lowered, and his expression was calm.

An elderly gray-robed monk spoke out to reassure the monks: "Thirty years ago, the capital was in the water. However, the temple is located deep in the mountains and has not been affected. The hungry people lack physical strength and can't reach Jinyun Peak. A few, ten people from Huilai are enough to protect everyone's thoughtfulness. Don't panic. ”

The monks in the temple were in a slightly lighter mood. Think about it, the mountain is high and the road is far away, how can the hungry people who are full of hungry meals have the physical strength to go up the mountain and come to Tanzhe Temple?

But at this moment, outside the temple, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded. Loud and bustling. It's chilling. Hunger often means destruction!

Soon, a young monk dressed as a warrior monk quickly ran in and reported: "Abbot, Jia Huan, the head of the Xinhai Nian Academy of Wendao Academy, knocks on the door. I want to come in and meet with the abbot to talk about borrowing food in detail. ”

When Zhi Wu heard the news, he was furious, and scolded angrily: "I heard that there are many scholars in the academy who have led the hungry people to the east. The mind is so vicious! Empty of readers! ”

But Monk Zhiwu probably forgot: Yesterday, Qin Hongtu, the messenger of Wendao Academy, came to borrow food with a handwritten letter from the mountain chief Zhang Anbo and was refused.

There was a commotion in the main hall. The monks exchanged heads. Wendao Academy and Tanzhe Temple at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain have been in contact with each other in the past. But I didn't expect them to do such a ruthless and unrighteous thing.

The host Zhichen pondered for a moment and nodded.

The noise outside made him feel heavy, intense pressure. No, blunt refusal, delay time is best.

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Tanzhe Temple covers an area of about 100 acres. Behind the mountain gate is a large square with large bluestone slabs. Directly in front of the square is the main complex of Tanzhe Temple. Built on the mountain, it is undulating. The door is closed.

The hungry gathered in the square. Under the leadership of the disciples of Wendao Academy, they shouted one after another: "You want to eat!" "To live! "it! "it!" ”。

The mood of the crowd was already like half-boiling water.

The people of Wendao Academy only waited for a cup of tea, and then they got a reply from Tanzhe Temple: Master Abbot Zhichen agreed to meet with Jia Huan for a detailed discussion.

Jia Huan arched his hand, said goodbye to his classmates with a solemn expression, and took Pang Ze into Tanzhe Temple. The reason why he chose to take Pang Ze in was because he needed an assistant of the "Mouth Cannon Party".

They brought the hungry people to Tanzhe Temple, and they said it nicely: it was called "borrowing grain", and to put it bluntly, they came to grab food. This is the most direct conflict with Tanzhe Temple.

Life and death, success and failure, blood and fire, are now pinned on Jia Huan's shoulders. The burden is a thousand pounds!

Jia Huan prepared a plan. But he didn't know if he would succeed. Because, he never understood why Tanzhe Temple refused to borrow grain. It was a very special negotiation that he had never experienced. Failure is death.

Behind him, the voices of Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Zhang Sishui, Wei Yang, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Du Hong, Liu Yichen and others came: "Brother Jia, be careful." ”

Jia Huan took a deep breath!

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The place of negotiation is located in a quiet room in the side hall of Tanzhe Temple. The quiet room was simply furnished, with a square table and a few chairs. Tanzhe Temple came forward to host Zhichen and his junior brother Zhiwu.

There is no less dismounting. The black-faced monk who brought Jia Huan and Pang Ze in, before entering the quiet room, gestured with a blade on Jia Huan's throat, and the cool blade made his skin pimple. The corners of Jia Huan's mouth twitched. Are you afraid? Of course he was afraid! But I'm afraid, it's useless!

Greetings and politeness seem unnecessary. After a simple announcement of the name, the most direct confrontation begins.

Monk Zhiwu asked Jia Huan why he deliberately brought the victims to Tanzhe Temple, harboring evil intentions, if there was no food provided by the Taoist Academy, the victims would not have the physical strength to come to the temple, and finally shouted angrily: "The head of the Jia Academy, what is the intention of acting like this?" ”

"Live. Master Zhiwu must not know that there is something called hope. Now, the food in Tanzhe Temple is the hope of the victims of the disaster. So here they are. ”

Zhichen frowned and said, "The head of the Jia Yuan doesn't know, there is no extra food in our temple. If you want to help sentient beings, you should take it upon yourself. Instead of passing the burden on to Ojiji. ”

"The master went and spoke to the hungry people outside. Do you think they believe it or not? ”

Zhichen wisely closed his mouth. Zhiwu said angrily: "Do you think that my Tanzhe Temple warrior monk will not dare to kill people? ”

"There are 783 hungry people outside, and there are ten warrior monks in Tanzhe Temple. You go kill and try. You go and kill. ”

"Do you think I wouldn't dare? I'll kill you first. ”

"Come on! Come. Brother frowned, it was a dog-mother-raised. ”

"I'm going to kill you."

"Come on!"

"I'll kill you."

"Come!"

The atmosphere in the ashram was tense. Like a bowstring that has collapsed. Tighter and tighter. Jia Huan and the old monk Zhiwu broke out into a fierce quarrel. The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang. Words are like knives. It's all naked-naked, talking about life and death: one's own life, or someone else's life.

In these days when the rivers are flooding and the world is isolated, Myomine Mountain does not need order. Violence, blood, darkness, plunder, that's the main theme!

Pang Ze looked stupid. Nine-year-old Jia Huan had a violent quarrel with an old monk in his fifties and sixties. No, they are not arguing, but desperately intimidating each other, forcing concessions to the law, and gambling with their lives.

Words are not words. It is very likely that it will be cashed in later. It's a battle of willpower!

Pang Ze was ashamed that he couldn't help Jia Huan.

The atmosphere is finally at its extreme. No one can scare anyone! Words are no substitute for action. Chino didn't prepare a knife in the ashram. Otherwise, he would have stabbed the kid a few times. If you don't dare to kill, cut him half to death and throw him out to make an example. He dared.

And Jia Huan made preparations, he took out a porcelain vase from his arms and put it heavily on the table, "This is the crane top red sold by Renhetang in the capital." Before I came in, I had already commanded: I did not come out after half an hour, and then I began to attack. It's almost time. After the hungry people attack the temple, I will drink poison myself, and I will not bother the masters to do it. ”

Zhiwu's eyes changed a little when he looked at Jia Huan. This is a ruthless man. He actually set a time for negotiations, and he brought poison with him.

Zhichen proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." The monk who was guarding the door came in. Zhichen commanded to go down. There are two things in total: first, test the authenticity of Heding Red.

Second, verify that the hungry people outside are preparing to attack. And in what quantities? After so long, it's time to investigate.

Soon after, the results came back: first, the crane top red is real. A yellow dog raised in the monastery soon frothed at the mouth and died of poison.

Second, the number of hungry people is very large. The shouts came and went. No more than five hundred people are expected. They brought pennies, sticks, and ladders. In action. Their people have been found on the side of the temple.

The old monk Zhichen was stunned, looked at the child sitting at the table with a childish face, a calm face, and a resolute face, and couldn't help but sigh, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha." How much stone grain does Jia Yuan borrow first? ”

"Who---a" Pang Ze's legs weakened, fell to the ground, and knocked the stool belt around him to the ground. He was smiling on his face, but it was more ugly than crying, and he said dryly: "It's done!" ”

However, he didn't even know that Jia Huan had poison on his body when he came in. He only reacted now: it was the line of life and death just now. It's not a dinner treat. It's going to die.

I don't know, how, tears flowed out. Pang Ze couldn't tell whether it was fear or joy!

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Outside Tanzhe Temple, Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie and others were already tearfully deploying hungry people to prepare to attack the temple.

The hungry people who are equipped with long sticks and pennies can pile up the monks of Tanzhe Temple with a pile of people. Driven by hunger, their will to fight will be very strong.

But Jia Huan and Pang Ze who remained in Tanzhe Temple will inevitably be killed. How can there be so many morals and rules to talk about when grabbing food? When you see blood, you don't die.

However, just when the students of the academy were already desperate, the door opened. Jia Huan and Master Zhichen, the host of Tanzhe Temple, appeared at the door, and Jia Huan brought back the latest news: Tanzhe Temple promised to borrow grain.

Immediately, cheers swept through the crowd of Tanzhe Temple like a storm. Word spreads. Everyone was ecstatic. Having food means not having to die. Borrowing food meant that they didn't have to kill or be killed. The scholars of the academy did not want to die, and neither did the hungry people.

Qin Hongtu laughed, didn't even care about the rain falling in his mouth, and pulled Wei Yang, who was also ecstatic beside him, and Wei Shentong's tears flowed out, "Haha, haha." Wei Prodigy, pinch, I'm not dreaming, right? ”

Yi Junjie's beard was shaking, and he patted his friend Du Hong hard. Du Hong was photographed constantly inhaling cool air. But the pain made him realize one thing more clearly: they were saved.

The cheers echoed in the mountain peaks for a long time!

Jia Huan convened the core team that had been separated and assigned matters. At this time, the scholars of Wendao Academy still controlled the entire starving team.

Time passed slowly. Tanzhe Temple provided a large hall for the hungry to rest temporarily, and meals were provided in batches. The disciples of the academy maintain order.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Jia Huan drank a bowl of porridge, leaned on the pillar at the entrance of the main hall, looked back at the laughing crowd in the main hall, and felt a little happy in his heart. Suddenly, I noticed that the burden on my shoulders was much lighter.

Qin Hongtu had already gone down the mountain to return to the academy to deliver information. Gongsun Liang, Yi Junjie, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen took a group of young people with families and mouths, about 40 people, carrying a bag of grain down the mountain. They will bring food for the academy that has stopped tonight.

Zhichen, the host of Tanzhe Temple, changed into a gray robe and walked to Jia Huan's side along the corridor with his junior brother Zhiwu. Zhi Wudao: "Head Jia, aren't you afraid that I will order someone to kill you now?" (To be continued.) )