It turns out that there is a little poem on it that makes people feel indignant.
"Li Qin wrote a book in a hurry and missed her lovesickly. Wu Ji hugged the Buddha and cried in loneliness."
Zhao Ping put the note on the desk with difficulty, couldn't help but stood up, and walked around the desk several times.
Zhonghua didn't dare to look at Zhao Ping, he lowered his head and thought about something.
Indeed, Zhao Ping was really good to this woman and her family.
If Ren Liqin's family didn't want to leave, Zhao Ping would not drive them away.
But he never expected that this man would be so mean and would go so far as to seduce the monk.
If he were not in Zhaojiazhuang, Zhao Ping could stay out of sight.
But Ren Liqin's family lived in Zhaojiazhuang, and rumors spread that Zhaojiazhuang was embarrassed.
Others won't say anything else, except that the woman from Zhaojiazhuang went to seduce the monk.
Although this woman has little to do with Zhaojiazhuang, some people will think so.
He was even so jealous of the people in Zhaojiazhuang that he poured dirty water towards Zhaojiazhuang.
What's more serious is that they will confuse right and wrong and turn the clean water in Zhaojiazhuang into dirty water.
This world is like this, and the hardest thing to grasp is the human heart.
It can be said that if this is true, it will definitely be a heavy blow to Zhaojiazhuang's reputation.
"Why does this woman want to seduce a monk? It is not impossible for a woman in the Song Dynasty to remarry." Zhao Ping looked at Zhong Hua, forcing his anger in his heart, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible.
He didn't understand why Ren Liqin fell in love with a monk.
Zhong Hua finally raised his head and answered with difficulty: "Tell the little saint, because this monk looks somewhat similar to Judge Liang."
Liang Shanqiu had been transferred to the Salt Division as a judge at this time, so Zhonghua called him the judge.
"If I had known this, what would it be like before." Zhao Ping finally understood what Ren Liqin was thinking. Since she couldn't marry Liang Shanqiu, it would be a good idea to find a substitute.
This woman is not worthy of sympathy at all. She made one mistake every time.
The blame lies with her vanity, coveting glory and wealth, and destroying everything arranged for her at home.
After thinking about it, Zhao Ping felt a little strange: "How did you find out about this?"
Zhong Hua was the chief of the secret service in Zhaojiazhuang, and he was mainly in charge of intelligence from outside the Song Dynasty such as Hu people.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Ping found out about the situation of the women around Zhao Ping, which made Zhao Ping feel a little baffled.
"She often goes to Yunding Temple in Longquan Mountain to offer incense. It was the temple's young novice who told her subordinates." Zhonghua answered very calmly.
This woman was simply not worth Zhonghua's efforts, and he would never waste a lot of manpower, energy, and financial resources on her.
Zhao Ping nodded, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "If others don't know, you have to stop doing it. There is no airtight wall in the world. She thought she was doing it mysteriously, but she didn't know that others could see it clearly."
"Tell the little saint, what should we do about this matter?" Zhong Hua thought for a while, felt it was a bit tricky, and asked Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, drinking tea and meditating.
He put down the tea cup: "Zhaojiazhuang is just helping Judge Liang. Let Judge Liang handle this matter."
In less than a cup of tea, Liang Shanqiu came to Zhao Ping's public house.
Both of them worked in the Salt Division, but Zhao Ping was Liang Shanqiu's superior.
When Liang Shanqiu saw this note, his face seemed to have opened a big dye vat, turning livid at one moment and red at the next.
He bowed deeply and said with great embarrassment: "Little Saint, I'm so sorry. The official's family has brought trouble to the Little Saint again."
"It doesn't matter, your family affairs are also my family affairs." Zhao Ping likes Liang Shanqiu, but he doesn't think anything of it. "It's just that this matter has happened to your adopted sister. What should I do?"
Liang Shanqiu fell into deep thought. Before he became the magistrate of Lingquan County, he was still an out-and-out scholar.
His path was basically paved by Zhao Ping, so it has always been smooth and no mistakes have been made.
In other words, Zhao Ping gave him all the problems to solve, so that he lost the opportunity to make mistakes.
If it has not been tortured by wind and rain, although it looks good, it is actually very easy to wither.
Liang Shanqiu seemed like a flower in a greenhouse, unable to withstand the wind and rain at all.
After hearing Zhao Ping's question, Liang Shanqiu was at a loss and didn't know how to handle the matter.
"It's difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. This matter is a little difficult." Zhao Ping looked at Liang Shanqiu's thoughtful look and couldn't force him.
Liang Shanqiu had a look of embarrassment on his face, a little embarrassed: "I'll tell the little sage, he will make the decision on this matter."
Liang Shanqiu didn't have much idea about this matter, and instead kicked the ball back.
Zhao Ping decided to understand the situation clearly and waved Zhonghua to come in.
"Zili, who gave you this note?" Zhao Ping decided to find out the whole story.
Zhong Hua thought for a moment, then bowed respectfully: "I'm telling the little saint that this note was given to me by a young novice monk from Yunding Temple."
"How old is the little novice monk?" Zhao Ping felt something was wrong and continued to ask.
Zhong Hua thought for a while and immediately reported: "Tell me the little saint, this man is not very old, only fourteen or fifteen years old."
"Fourteen or fifteen years old? Could it be that he ran out secretly? This is impossible!" Zhao Ping walked around the case a few times. "Since he didn't sneak out secretly, then someone must have instigated it."
Zhong Hua looked at Liang Shanqiu and then continued what Zhao Ping said: "Little saint, in this case, who is the person who gave the instructions? Who else besides the abbot!"
"Yes, the person who instigated it must be the abbot. Of course he can't come forward. He can only reveal the news through the little novice monk." Zhao Ping looked at the two people and continued his analysis.
Zhong Hua thought for a moment, then continued his reasoning following Zhao Ping's words: "After the abbot found out about this matter, he felt that it involved Zhaojiazhuang and felt it was a bit tricky, so he simply revealed the information and asked Zhaojiazhuang to handle the matter."
"Let me tell you, little saint, after all, this matter is just speculation behind closed doors, but the truth is still unknown." Liang Shanqiu heard the two people speculating, and while listening with fear, he couldn't help but bow his hands and speak.
Zhao Ping thought that Liang Shanqiu was indeed a scholar. He only saw the surface of things and did not reason about them, which was normal.
He ordered to Zhonghua: "Go and call that little novice monk. If you ask, you will know what's going on!"
"Tell me the little saint, the little novice has returned to Yunding Temple. How can he still be waiting here?" Liang Shanqiu thought that the little novice was just delivering a letter. Since the note has been delivered, according to reasoning, he should go back.
Zhong Hua looked at Liang Shanqiu and ignored him. Instead, he bowed his hands and said, "As ordered."
Regarding Liang Shanqiu's question, Zhao Ping motioned to him to drink tea and wait for the answer.
After a stick of incense, a young novice monk aged fourteen or fifteen came in, making Liang Shanqiu stunned.
He never expected that Zhonghua would find this young novice monk so quickly.
Zhong Hua glanced at Liang Shanqiu lightly, feeling somewhat contemptuous of him.
Although he is a judge, he cannot even guess these things.
Liang Shanqiu felt a little ashamed when he saw Zhong Hua's eyes.
Although he had served as a county magistrate and a judge, after all, he had spent his previous life studying and had little official experience.
His speculation on people's hearts is not as good as Zhonghua's. If it weren't for the little saint helping him, he would still be counting the money after being sold.
"Tell me, little saint, Wu Xiang hasn't gone far yet." He bowed his hands to Zhao Ping, "He is nearby, so he was found soon."
Zhao Ping looked at this little novice monk who was similar to Wang Guo'er and saw that his eyes were still a little scared.
But when he realized that Zhao Ping was younger than him and also amiable, and nodded towards him, he finally felt more at ease.
Wuxiang hesitated for a few times, but finally came up and put his hands together: "Little monk Wuxiang, I have met the little saint."
"Wuxiang, did the host ask you to come down from the mountain to tell me this?" Zhao Ping looked at him and asked, smiling.
He found that the young novice monk was a little timid, so he tried his best to use a gentle tone.
The young novice bowed again, and his clear voice echoed in the public room: "I tell you, young saint, monks don't lie, yes."
Sure enough, Liang Shanqiu couldn't help but be surprised. He raised his ears and listened.
"Wu Xiang, Wu Ji is your senior brother?" As long as it is arranged by the abbot, it will be easy, Zhao Ping continued to ask.
The young novice said namaste again, and his voice became calmer: "Tell me, it's the young monk's senior brother."
"Since they are your senior brothers, what happened to the two of them?" Zhao Ping wanted to know what happened and continued to ask.
The young novice thought for a while and then saluted: "About half a month ago, a female benefactor named Ren Liqin came to Yunding Temple to offer incense. The female benefactor at that time was Senior Brother Wu Ji. Since then, this female benefactor has come to Yunding Temple to offer incense every day. I just asked Brother Wuji to receive him. The host felt that something was wrong, so he replaced him with Brother Wuwei. Unexpectedly, he found this note from Brother Wuji the day before yesterday. The host heard that the female donor was from Zhaojiazhuang, so he asked the young monk to give the note Send this to the little saint."
Zhao Ping's face was a little livid. He didn't expect that this woman didn't like worldly people, but she preferred outsiders.
There must be a certain reason why Ren Liqin likes this man.
It was just this reason that he couldn't figure out for the moment.
"What does this inorganic look like and how old is it?" After thinking about it, Zhao Ping hoped to make breakthroughs in these aspects.
Ren Liqin will never like this monk for no reason. This inorganic monk is either good-looking, talented, or interesting in conversation.
In short, if he were an ordinary person, he would never attract Ren Liqin.
The little novice monk thought for a while and said, "I'll tell you, little saint, for Buddhists, appearance is actually a stinker. But it is undeniable that senior brother Wuji is indeed handsome, and he looks like he is in his early twenties."
Speaking of this, he suddenly looked at Liang Shanqiu, as if he couldn't believe it.
Zhao Ping saw him looking at Liang Shanqiu with a very strange expression.
"Wuxiang, this is Judge Liang of the Salt Division, why are you staring at him?" Zhao Ping looked at the young novice in confusion and asked while explaining.
The young novice looked at Liang Shanqiu again, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't believe himself: "It's so similar, so similar."
"Wuxiang, what is so similar? Please tell me clearly." Zhao Ping's eyes moved between Liang Shanqiu and the little novice monk, and he asked in a deep voice.
The young novice monk remembered Liang Shanqiu with somewhat frightened eyes, and spoke hesitantly: "Donor Liang is too similar to senior brother Wuji. No, it should be that senior brother Wuji is too similar to benefactor Liang."
Liang Shanqiu couldn't help but blush, and finally understood the reason why Ren Liqin liked Wuji.
It turned out that Ren Liqin had not forgotten Liang Shanqiu at all.
Since he can't be with Liang Shanqiu, he can find a substitute, even if he is a monk.
Zhao Ping thought of this, looked at Liang Shanqiu, and couldn't help shaking his head: "I had known this, why did I do it in the first place."
When Liang Shanqiu heard this, he couldn't help but lower his head.
Although this matter had something to do with him, the whole story was not his fault at all.
If his adopted sister had not gone to work in Ma Rong's weaving mill, she would not have had the chance to meet Ma Rong, and she would not have become Ma Rong's wife.
If she hadn't become Ma Rong's concubine, then the two would have gotten along well and it would have been a golden marriage.
Thinking of this, Liang Shanqiu couldn't help but lower his head with a bitter look on his face.
"Little saint, this is indeed a bad fate, a bad fate." Zhong Hua did not expect this reason.
He felt it was a bit funny, but Liang Shanqiu was a judge of the Salt Division. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. His face was so suffocated that it felt uncomfortable.
Zhao Ping saw Liang Shanqiu's dejected look and knew what he was thinking.
Afraid that Liang Shanqiu would get into trouble and be unable to come out for a while, Zhao Ping comforted him and said, "Shanqiu, since Ren Liqin's parents are your parents, you should fulfill your responsibilities as a son of man. It is your responsibility to provide for you in old age. The rest is up to you." If it’s irrelevant, don’t worry about it so much.”
"Thank you, little saint. I understand." These words were like an enlightenment, and Zhao Ping gave him a clear path.
He thought about it for a while, but still felt uneasy: "Little saint, what should I do with my adopted sister who is now a low-ranking official?"
After all, aside from Ren Liqin's status as his ex-fiancée, Ren Liqin is still his adopted sister.
As an adopted brother, he has to solve the problems encountered by his adopted sister.
Perhaps, Ren Liqin finally has someone to belong to, and he can resolve the guilt in his heart.
Zhao Ping rubbed his forehead, not expecting that he had solved Liang Shanqiu's problem, and now he had to completely help him solve his family's problem.
It stands to reason that Zhao Ping has been extremely benevolent to Liang Shanqiu's family. Not only did he give Ren Liqin's family a high-class residence, but he also provided food and accommodation.
Ren Liqin was able to conceive and give birth safely here. Even if there was no milk, she was even helped to hire a wet nurse.
If Ren Liqin wanted to live here forever and didn't want to leave, Zhao Ping would not drive them away.
Perhaps, if Ren Liqin's daughter is raised by Liang Shanqiu's adopted daughter, Zhao Ping will also fulfill her duties.
It can be said that there will never be a boss like Zhao Ping in the world who treats his subordinates so well.
Liang Shanqiu knew this, but he had no choice but to beg Zhao Ping again to resolve his adopted sister's matter.
Zhao Ping thought about it and decided to help others to the end and send the Buddha to the West.
Although these things are indeed difficult, they must be solved.
"Wuxiang, how did the abbot deal with Wuji?" Thinking of this, he looked at Wuxiang and asked.
The key is the abbot's attitude, otherwise Zhao Ping wouldn't have much to do.
Forcing a monk to return to secular life? Zhao Ping doesn't want to get to this point yet.
The little novice monk thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabh, the abbot has been removed from the abbot's name because he violated the sexual precept."
When talking about it later, the little novice monk was already crying.
Obviously, the young novice monk still had feelings for his senior brother, but he didn't expect that Wuji would break the precepts and be expelled from Yunding Temple.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and decided to meet Wuji: "Then your senior brother Wuji, where does he live now?"
"It's a pity that Brother Wuji couldn't find a place to settle down for a while, so he was temporarily staying in an inn." The little novice monk finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
After all, he was still a young novice monk, and he was completely uncultivated, yet he actually cried.
"Wuxiang, bring him here, I want to ask him." Zhao Ping wanted to see what Wuji looked like and what he was like.
Speaking of this, he looked at Liang Shanqiu.
Liang Shanqiu felt a little uneasy when he saw Zhao Ping looking at him.
He finally looked up, wanting to see how this Wuji attracted his adopted sister.
Zhao Ping and Zhong Hua looked at each other, shook their heads, and drank tea while waiting for Wu Ji to come in.
During tea time, the young novice monk came in, a young man wearing gray monk robes.
All eyes in the room turned to Wuji, including Zhao Ping's disciple Zhao Long.
Wuji had never seen so many people staring at him. He was embarrassed and hurriedly lowered his head.
Zhao Ping said in a deep voice: "Why do you lower your head? If you are a man, if you dare to take responsibility, raise your head."
Wuji hesitated for a few moments, then raised his head.
"The poor monk Wuji has seen the little saint." Wuji thought for a while, took a few steps forward, came to Zhao Ping, and saluted.
Although he has been expelled from the mountain, he still does not change his role and still considers himself a monk.
Zhao Ping looked at him carefully and found that he was indeed 67% similar to Liang Shanqiu.
There are still some differences between the two. He is not as gentle and elegant as Liang Shanqiu, his skin is not as fair as Liang Shanqiu, and his facial features are not as soft as Liang Shanqiu.
While drinking tea, Zhao Ping asked in as gentle a voice as possible: "Wuji, what are your plans now?"
"Tell the little saint that the poor monk wants to find Miss Ren." He bowed his head a little at first, but when he mentioned Miss Ren, he bravely raised his head.
Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu looked at each other and felt that this person still liked Ren Liqin, otherwise the first thing he did when he came down the mountain was to find Ren Liqin.
Zhao Ping decided to tell him the truth so that he would not regret it in the future: "Not only has Miss Ren been a concubine for others, but she also has a daughter. Have you ever thought about it?"
After saying that, Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu stared at Wuji closely without blinking.
If this person has bad character, then Zhao Ping decides not to want this person.
Wuji's face was stunned for a moment, but he finally said: "Since the poor monk has become a disciple and plunges into the sea of suffering, he can only live forever in the sea of suffering."
"Since you are in the sea of suffering, it is better to escape from the sea of suffering. Didn't Buddha say that the sea of suffering is boundless, and when you turn around, you will find the shore." Zhao Ping frowned. This person regarded his life with Ren Liqin as a sea of suffering, so it was better to go back and continue to cultivate his morality.
Wu Ji thought about it and realized that he had said the wrong thing.
He thought for a moment and clasped his hands together: "The Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved, but the poor monks have no connection with the Buddha and will only live in the sea of suffering forever in this life."
"Then you don't care about Miss Ren's past?" Zhao Ping's eyes were tight and inorganic, not letting go of anything.
Wuji's face was as calm as water at this time: "Since the poor monk has formed a bad relationship with Miss Ren, this is also the arrangement of the Buddha."
"What are your plans for her daughter?" Zhao Ping asked calmly, still thinking about Wu Ji.
Wuji thought for a while and said decisively: "The poor monk is destined to Miss Ren and his daughter. Naturally, her daughter is also the poor monk's daughter."
This is a good thing, but Zhao Ping shook his head: "Wuji, have you ever thought about how you support yourself, how you support Miss Ren and her daughter?"
"Will a poor monk go to alms to support himself and his mother and daughter?" Wuji thought for a while and finally answered with difficulty.
This person thought too simply. Zhao Ping shook his head: "Have you ever thought that since you are not a monk now, the world will not give you a chance to beg for alms?"
After speaking, Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu looked at each other and shook their heads together.
"The poor monks can still read, and they can copy books to support them." Wuji thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of a way.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and decided to ask: "How is your calligraphy?"
"The word "poor monk" is not good-looking." Wuji couldn't help but lower his head. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to survive in this secular world.
"The poor-looking characters are secondary," Zhao Ping shook his head. "Now there is a printing technology in Zhaojiazhuang. Not only does the printing look good, but the cost is much lower than copying books, even less than one-tenth. Therefore, copying books does not have much future."
Wuji couldn't help but feel more distressed, but fortunately, he had been practicing in Yunding Temple for many years, so his facial expression did not show it.
"The poor monk still has a pair of shoulders. He can work and earn money to support the family and support the two of them?" Wu Ji still had no intention of giving up and expressed his stance tenaciously.
Zhao Ping, Liang Shanqiu, and Zhong Hua glanced at each other. This person's thinking was still too simple, and they shook their heads at each other.
Zhao Ping looked at him and then said: "How much money can you find if you don't have a piece of land to stand on? How can you make a home for the mother and daughter, and how can you feed them?"
After hearing this, Wu Ji realized that he had thought too simply. He was stunned and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl under.
Before he went down the mountain, he thought of everything.
As a result, at this point, he had not really done anything for the little lady of the Ren family. Just the little saint's question made it difficult for him to answer.
Now that he is expelled from Shanmen again, what should he do?
Thinking of this, even though he was a monk, he couldn't help but feel confused.
