Hangzhou Fabrication Bureau, like Suzhou Yingfeng Bureau, was ordered by Huizong of the Song Dynasty to collect strange flowers and trees in the southeast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there were beautiful stones. Taihu Lake, Lingbi, Cixi, Wukang Zhushi, Liangzhejiang Flower Bamboo, Zamu and Haicuo, Fujian Yihua, Lychee, Longan, Olive, Hainan Coconut, Huxiang Wood Bamboo and Wenzhu, Jiangnan Zhuguo and so on, all of which were successively transported to Bianliang by waterway in the name of Huashigang.

Now the person in charge of these departments is Zhu Mian, a native of Suzhou, Zhu Mian is in favor of the wishes, the dedication of rare flowers and stones in central Zhejiang has increased year by year, the flower and stone gang service has been endless, the people have been devastated, the middle-class families are all bankrupt, and even sell children and women for claim. The Zhu family is therefore a nobleman, Zhu Mian himself has thousands of guards, and the prefects in the southeast are mostly from his subordinates.

Liang Xun's recital actually didn't cause much of a sensation, and even the splash didn't splash at first, but Xu Zhu of the Hangzhou Creation Bureau didn't know which tendon was wrong, and I heard that Liang Xun's recital really began to look for traces of Fang La in Liangzhejiang, Fang La, who didn't find it, seemed to leave from Baozhou and didn't return to Jiangnan, but a capable official still heard this nursery rhyme, which was sung in Qingxi County and other places.

Wen Bohu is now the chief secretary of Mengzhou, and immediately realized that this is an opportunity for him, sometimes things in the world are like this, everyone thinks so, and often the result is true. Wen Bohu smiled and said to Yang Zhi: "Brother Kou, I suddenly remembered that I still have a business to deal with, and I need to go back to the yamen, and I will come back later to talk to the two of you." ”

After Wen Bohu finished speaking, he got up and left, Wu Yong sneered: "Bohu is just too anxious, lest he lose a chance to make meritorious contributions or become famous." Brother Kou, I wonder if you're interested in partnering with someone?"

Yang Zhi smiled and said: "I am a businessman, as long as I can make money, what does it matter to cooperate with others." ”

Wu Yong said with great joy: "Brother Kou is really a cheerful person, our business is preparing to expand its business, and our owner Chao Gai will come over in two days, and then ask Brother Kou to talk about it, but I don't know which inn Brother Kou lives in?"

Yang Zhi saluted Wu with a glass of wine and said: "I just arrived in Mengzhou, it turned out that I was just passing by, since Mr. Wu has a good business introduction, I will go to Jinshan Temple in the afternoon to intercept, Mr. Wu can go there to find me at that time." ”

"It turns out that Brother Kou is a believer in Buddhism. Wu complimented with his mouth, and was more sure of his guess in his heart, this Kou Xin Cliff was a lone traveler who was also a businessman and a thief, and lived in Jinshan Temple, which was naturally convenient for Kou Xin Cliff to act after seeing a suitable target; The two chatted while drinking, Wu Yong took the opportunity to brag about Chao Gai, Wen Bohu returned to the yamen and was retained by Zhizhou, and sent a government official to inform him, saying that he couldn't come, and he made another appointment with Wu Yong in the evening.

Yang Zhi then said: "The relationship between Master Wen and Mr. is really good. ”

Wu Yong smiled disdainfully: "Bohu is not determined now, and wants to use our host family to say a few more good words in front of Wang Hao." ”

Chao Gai is still in contact with Wang Huang, these prime ministers of the Great Song Dynasty are really not afraid of death for money, Yang Zhi thought about it, maybe Wang

Huang just wants to recruit a group of Jianghu characters for his own use. Yang Zhi and Wu Yong dispersed after eating for a long time, and Yang Zhi became familiar with Zhang Mengfang, Shi Lun and other addresses in the city, and then went out of the city to Jinshan Temple.

Jinshan Temple is on the Purple Mountain in the southwest of the city, but five miles away, although it is a small road, but the terrain is flat, Yang Zhi will not go to it in a while; the Purple Mountain goes north and south, the mountain is high and thousand, the peaks arch toward, the surface layer of the mountain is almost all brown and brown soil, a layer of hazy purple is emitted in the sun, most of the trees on the mountain are whitebark pine, coxagulus, hornbeam, Zhaoshan white, sandalwood, Huangjing, etc., at the foot of the mountain is the purple lingji.

Yang Zhi asked people in a concentrated manner, bought 20 catties of sesame oil and threw himself into Jinshan Temple, not far up the mountain to see the mountain gate, a spring next to the mountain gate, there are countless silver small fish in it, are swimming; peach willow is specially planted next to the spring, the flowers are red and willow green, it should be a good scene, it can be described into the painting. Jinshan Temple is on the mountainside, covers an area of more than ten acres, is the surging Yellow River in the distance, Yang Zhi crossed the mountain gate and saw a stone carving of the stele of the stele, the stele is as high as three meters.

A monk had already greeted him, and Yang Zhi handed over the sesame oil and twenty taels of silver and said: "I am a guest from Liaodong, and I want to enjoy the edification of Buddhism and purify my heart in your temple for a few days." ”

Even if the sesame oil and silver are two guest houses, it is enough to live for a month, the monk said with a smile on his face: "The donor is really sincere to the Buddha, the Buddha door is open to the public in all directions, there are two clean rooms behind the temple, and I will take the donor to see it, if you are satisfied, choose one to live in." ”

Jinshan Temple flies the eaves and towers the ridge, the high wall is mottled, the wall is crawling all over the mountain red, but there is a different kind of scenery; the main hall enshrines the statue of Buddha, lifelike, six monks sit next to the Buddha statue and knock on the wooden fish, chanting softly. After Yang Zhi lit three incense sticks, he turned around and knelt on the futon, listening to the sound of the Buddhist scriptures around him, and suddenly had a feeling of sudden purity.

The old monk could see clearly, Yang Zhi's mouth did not move at all, he was meditating with the help of the surrounding environment, this is a kind of Zen exercise, and it has nothing to do with believing in Buddhism or not; Yang Zhi felt the gaze of the old monk, his eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp gaze swept towards the old monk, the old monk smiled, did not speak, and closed his eyes again to recite the scriptures.

Yang Zhi shook his head, stood up and asked the monk who was accompanying him on the side: "The ancient temple is deep in the mountains, I want to walk around, I don't know if the temple is convenient?"

"Convenient, convenient!" The monk glanced at the old monk who was chanting next to the Buddha statue with his eyes closed, and saw that the master did not respond, so he asked Yang Zhi to go to the apse of the temple; the monk's idea was very simple, since Yang Zhi was so sincere to the Buddha, he must care about things like Dharma utensils, and the temple would prepare Buddhist utensils for pilgrims who believed in the Buddha to invite back to worship at home, so the incense money obtained was also an income of the temple.

Who would have thought that Yang Zhi was a fake believer, and he was not interested in those magic weapons at all, but was full of interest in the bronze bell in the square, the bronze bell hung on the central shelf of the big bell tower, the whole body was yellow, about two meters high, the bell body was smooth and clean, there was no crack, and there were scriptures cast inside and outside. The monk smiled and introduced: "This is the treasure of the temple, the bronze bell wall is thin and can withstand heavy blows, the sound of light collision is crisp and excellent, reverberating endlessly; ”

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