In a temple, a bearded monk touched his smooth head and called another middle-aged monk with a smooth chin and only a big mole.
As soon as Monk Da Mole heard that he was going down the mountain to collect the money, he readily agreed and called the other brothers by the way.
Spring rain is as precious as oil, and the more it rains, the happier the farmers will be. But these monks are very annoying.
Several people walked out of the temple gate and walked down the mountain.
The bearded monk pointed to the right side of the mountain and said, "When we get down the mountain, go to the village and find two carts to pull up, right?"
Just as the big mole monk was about to nod, a young monk, about twelve years old, said with a smile: "Let's go back to their village to pull the cart. That village has long since disappeared, right?"
"Tch, what do you know?"
The bearded monk patted the little monk on the head and said: "No, let them do it! There are so many mountains and trees, let them all do more."
The little monk was reminded and jumped up and down with joy. He clapped his hands and said, "Then let them make something else for us. I want a suitcase, a wardrobe, a box for copper coins, a box for silver, and food." food box..."
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so young and greedy?"
The bearded monk smiled and patted the little monk on the head again.
The little monk tilted his head and said innocently: "Didn't I learn from you? You are my role models."
"Yes, yes, learn well, learn very well."
The bearded monk laughed "haha" and lifted the little monk up and sat on his arms.
The mountain they were on now had a wide stone path going down the mountain, and there were also two paths taken by hunters and villagers.
Originally, it was used for the living and survival of the villagers. Later, this temple suddenly appeared and surrounded the entire mountain, becoming Temple Mountain.
Many of the villagers' fields have thus been turned into temple fields and temple grounds.
No one paid them half a copper.
Moreover, as the number of temples in the nearby mountains increased, all large and small ones were enclosed, and the villagers no longer even had a place to hunt or collect firewood.
Not only did the monks not allow them to collect firewood, they even refused to allow them to dig wild vegetables or pick wild fruits. They said that those were temple grounds, temple mountains, and temple grass. If they touched them, they would not only be beaten, but also fined.
Therefore, the trails and mountain trails were quickly covered by overgrown weeds, making it impossible to find them even if they tried to leave.
However, these monks do not need to go to those dangerous places.
They prefer to swagger, talk and laugh, and stroll down the stone steps.
Think about it: step by step towards a place where you can make a lot of money, I feel very happy.
But this time, I couldn't go down.
While several people were talking and laughing, they suddenly saw a figure falling from the tree next to the stone steps onto the steps in front.
As soon as the man landed, he pointed at a few people and said: "You are indeed a beast, harming people and children. You deserve to die!"
When several monks heard this, they started to curse loudly.
But he only felt the shadow of a knife flash in front of his eyes, and then... he fell out of consciousness.
After finishing the killing, Zhao San "spit" on the corpses. After killing people, I felt even more depressed.
Sheathed the knife, kicked the corpse one by one, and kicked it far away to the bottom of the cliff.
Then he jumped to the tree again and guarded the intersection.
I wanted to insert a sign and write: If you dare to go down the mountain, you will die.
But when I think about how few of those monks are literate, I might as well forget it.
Anyway, Zhao San also believed that soon no one would dare to come down the mountain again.
After all, in Yangning County, the intersections where more than 30 large and small monks go down the mountain are all blocked.
The roads leading from the county town to the government offices were all blocked. Only people are allowed in and no one is allowed out.
Everyone in the county is unclear about the situation, but it does not affect the lives of the people. Anyway, they rarely even get to the county town, let alone the state town.
Instead, life suddenly became better. I can't see the monks anymore. I heard that they are too sleepy to come down the mountain.
I heard that the road up the mountain has been blocked. It is said that the monks do not want to be disturbed by pilgrims and want to meditate on Buddhism in peace.
I also heard that monks no longer go down the mountain to collect money.
Of course, there was more than that. The most important thing was that some copper coins were quietly sent to the homes of ordinary people.
At least enough money for each family and one month's worth of rice.
That's great. The people were quietly happy.
The majority of those who are really trapped are the wealthy households.
But is it important? The gate of the county government office was always closed, and they couldn't find anyone to complain to.
I want to ask the soldiers guarding the county gate?
Those people didn't allow them to get close at all. No answer was given to anything I asked.
Sometimes, even money cannot reach the gods.
However, there was a nursery rhyme that spread at the speed of the wind to the capital city hundreds of miles away, and even reached the ears of the old emperor.
Today, the old emperor is walking casually in the imperial garden to relax.
Suddenly I heard singing from a distance.
She stopped and listened carefully.
"1, 3, 5, there is no rice in the people's jars. Do you think it's funny or not?"
2, 4, 6. No one is planting crops in the fields. Do you think it’s funny or not?
7, 10, 9, there are no strong laborers in the village, and wild beasts from the mountains roam all over the ground;
8 and 11, the aunt is alive without a husband, and the young daughter-in-law is in tears.
In December and December, bald heads everywhere without Buddha certificates come to the village to grab copper coins. You say it’s funny or not, you say it’s funny or not! "
The person singing the nursery rhyme claps his hands and beats the rhythm while singing. It was sung cheerfully and shot cheerfully.
But upon hearing this, the old emperor's face suddenly darkened.
"Go and bring the nursery rhyme singer!"
The old emperor ordered.
The people following him quickly got to work.
But no one was found.
Over there is a ruined palace.
There was no way, the concubines left behind by the previous dynasty either entered a nunnery, died, or were taken back by the sons of each family to support themselves in old age.
Now the harem is basically empty, and the palace doors are locked.
Occasionally, eunuchs and maids would come in to clean and maintain the cleanliness outside.
The huge harem has almost become a ghostland.
The little palace maid who sang the nursery rhyme was still far away. At the moment, I only knew one direction, and I couldn't find who it was.
The old emperor, who had been standing still and waiting for someone, waited in vain.
She then asked Su Hong, "Do you understand what that nursery rhyme means?"
Su Hong shook his head.
He smiled and replied: "Nursery rhymes, nursery rhymes, children just sing them casually for fun. It's past the outer palace wall over there, maybe, it's just children playing and singing casually outside the palace wall. Yes. Your Majesty, you have many things to do every day, so don’t take this to your heart."
