Piaotian Literature     Early the next morning, Zheng Lang got up.

It gets hotter every day, get up a little earlier, and it makes people feel more comfortable.

I originally wanted Uncle Sun and Zheng Sancang to go back, but because I wanted to go to Linjiang Temple to take a look, I left another day.

Uncle Lu San carefully ordered the Yang brothers and Ding Sheng to bring a short knife. If Zheng Lang's guess is correct, it is not a Buddhist holy land, but a big thief cave. He also went to the state yamen to ask a few yamen runners for protection. Zheng Lang smiled and said, "Lu Sanlang, don't be so nervous. It may not be true, it is true. They are just greedy for sex and cheating money, so are they so bold?"

Do you dare?

If I don’t believe it, I will go to the six tigers’ home alone and ask them if they dare to hurt themselves?

But he tacitly agreed to the Yang brothers and Ding Sheng to bring weapons over.

When I opened the door, there were many people standing outside the door. I didn’t remember it yesterday, but I only heard about it today. When people nearby thought, it wasn’t this group of people who had just moved here. Otherwise, there would be so many children and maids in that family?

Zheng Lang didn’t know, and he would definitely be even more depressed if he knew it.

However, the new magistrate bravely entered Danyang Lake yesterday, which had already given a deep impression to the people of Taipingzhou.

When they saw Zheng Lang coming out, they said hello one by one.

"I've met a doctor."

"I've met the governor."

"I've seen the top scholar."

"I've met the prefect."

Several titles.

Zheng Lang bowed one by one. Strictly speaking, this is his future jurisdiction of the people, and he is not bored. This will be the case for a long time in the future. At least a few months later, everyone will become familiar with each other, just like the people of Zhengjiazhuang. They will not make a fuss.

Very gentle, very small, very calm, and made the people exclaim in admiration, and then began to comment on his students.

Wang Anshi said the most. Yesterday, Wang Yi beat Wang Anshi's little butt, which left a deep impression on the person next to him. And he took the initiative to become a disciple of Zheng Lang, but actually asked Zheng Lang to agree and even pulled Sima Guang. Later, he scolded Fan Feng, which was very legendary. There were also many people talking about Lu Gong's writings. Can the son of Lu Gong not be noticed?

But Zheng Lang was his parents' official. He consciously made a move out of the way and let them come to Taipingkou and board the boat. At this time, Dangtu County was not like what he did later, and it was still several kilometers away from the Yangtze River. The city was still the same city, but the city was on the Yangtze River.

He boarded the boat, followed by the current upstream again, and came to Zuotianmen Mountain. Before he arrived, he could not stop the boat. He parked the boat in a gentle place upstream. Five young men, plus Uncle Lu San and four guards walked towards Tianmen Mountain.

There is also a small dike with unknown area. It is mostly produced in Linjiang Temple. Musk and hemp are planted on high places, as well as some beans, and a small number of vegetable gardens.

Several villages are scattered in pieces, and the people are busy. Some early rice has started to harvest, with dazzling rice rays. It is not very good. It is mainly because it has not been introduced from Chameng for a long time. The variety has not been further improved, but it is not picky about the land, so many people are planting it.

There are a small number of women in the village who use a chariot to spin and weave cloth.

Some women are twisting silkworm cocoons. They can only twist silkworm cocoons twice or three times a year in the north. They can twist silkworm cocoons four or five times a year in the south of the south, and seven or eight times in the south. When they think of Lingnan, Zheng Lang sighed a little. It is not as easy as later generations think. Look at the current humid and hot climate in Jiangnan. Because Lingnan is small inhabitants, the environment may be even worse.

From time to time, one or two ignorant dogs came out to bark in the village, but they didn't recognize the top scorer. A few roosters stood on the short branches and cried. I didn't expect that most of these villages were made of temples, but they were also a peaceful pastoral scenery.

I slowly walked to the foot of Zuotianmen Mountain, where the Great Hall was built at the foot of the mountain. Later, after asking for a child, Guanyin, Linjiang Temple's income increased, and Zhishan spent a lot of money to renovate it again.

The momentum is very grand, about ten feet high, and the red walls, yellow glazed tiles, and the green bamboo forest can be seen from a distance.

"What a majestic hall," said Lu Gong.

It is divided into two, and the situation in the temple is not clear at the moment, but the main hall is indeed magnificent.

Zheng Lang said: "The Buddha also needs to package it, otherwise where will he attract so many pilgrims?"

The word packaging is relatively novel, but it is not difficult to understand. The four little guys thought about it and laughed knowingly one after another.

At the door is a long couplet: All sentient beings with pure Dharma body are possessed by themselves

All Buddhas have achieved the solemnity of the filth and the wonderful appearance of being free from defilement and solemnity.

Zheng Lang looked at the couplet, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across the corner of his mouth, but he was a little wronged. The couplet had nothing to do with knowing good and existed very early. The original couplet even fell off even the paint, so he later invested to reframe it, so it looked new.

When you enter the hall gate, there is a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha several feet high. The left hand is placed horizontally on the left foot, called Dingyin, and the right hand is vertical, called Touching the ground, which is the posture of sitting in the cross-legged position. On both sides are ten arhats, and behind them are the statues of the three great masters, but Zhishan is changed to the statue of Guanyin on the island.

I donated some money, not much, but it is necessary. I took out a handful of incense from the hands of the young monk and put it in the incense burner to light it.

It was hot and the farming season was busy, and there were not many pilgrims in the hall. However, there were some tourists who were visiting, some scribes, who were preparing to climb to the top of the mountain to see the river view. There was also the endless Dharma wheel of Buddhism, which was also one of the attractions they wanted to see.

One of the scholars looked at their vocations, and became more and more confused as they looked at them. Finally, they came over and asked, "Is your Excellency Zheng Zhuangyuan, the new magistrate of Taipingzhou?"

“That’s right.”

"I have met Zheng Zhuangyuan," several literati immediately bent down and admired Daqi for a long time. So what if he was young or younger than himself, he wouldn't be able to admire him. The three Yuans are beyond reproach, and he had to practice Confucianism, so many things have been done.

The little monk next to him opened his eyes widened when he heard this, and then ran to the back.

Zheng Lang saw it and did not make a sound. He talked about the essays without saying a word, and walked backwards. Behind is another hall, all of which were newly built by Zhishan. As the second hall, there is Sakyamuni Buddha in the middle, on the left is the Medicine Buddha of the Pure Glazed World, and on the right is Amitabha Buddha in the Western Paradise. There are two Bodhisattvas standing next to each of the three Buddhas. Next to Sakyamuni Buddha is Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. Next to Medicine Buddha are Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva. Next to Amitabha Buddha are Guanyin Bodhisattva and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

Compared with the Buddha statues in the Main Hall in front, the nine Buddha statues in the secondary hall in the back exhausted luxury. Not only are they all gilded, but they are also paired with glass, nanzhu, flower beads, colorful colors, and decorated with a small amount of pearls and jade. The gold is shining and noble.

If there weren't outsiders present, Zheng Lang would say again: "It's good to have money."

Continue walking in, passing through an arch, some green bamboos grew obliquely, and there was a release pond in the middle. The water was very clear, and there were a few small turtles crawling inside. There was also a lot of copper coins thrown in by the pilgrims. There was a rockery in the middle of the pond, and the edges of the rockery were covered with moss, which proved that it had existed for a long time.

He continued to walk backwards, and several monks walked down from the mountain, met Heshi, and said, "But Master Zheng?"

"yes."

"I have met Mr. Zheng, but I am the abbot of the wise man."

"I'm just looking for you."

"please."

He brought him to the mountain. It was at the foot of the mountain. Go up and the mountain became steeper, making it difficult to build a building. Just follow the mountain, I built a few rows of Zen temples. White walls and green tiles surrounded by green pine and cypresses. There were some secret bamboos in the courtyard. From time to time, mountain birds were singing, and the environment was very quiet.

He took to the last row of Zen rooms and sat down. Zhishan asked a disciple with beautiful eyes to brew tea. Zheng Langheshi said, "Thank you."

"I wonder if Mr. Zheng is in trouble with me?"

Looking at the monk, who was in his forties, he was fat and fat, and his appearance was not very bad. With his solemn and solemn appearance, he had a certain style of a monk. Zheng Lang gave up his distracting thoughts and said, "A few empresses in my family love Buddhism and have been influenced since childhood. They happened to hear about the Falun in the temple and wanted to come and see it with their own eyes."

It’s wrong. He believed in Confucianism, not Buddhism, otherwise he would not have made any destructive words outside just now. However, not many people know the inside story. It is true that many people have heard of the aunt’s belief in Buddhism. Zheng Lang did not lie. As for some influence, it is very vague. What is it proved?

The purpose of saying this is to reduce the vigilance of this great monk.

"I have also heard of several empresses of the donor Zheng, Amitabha Buddha, which is a matter of fortune. If Zheng Shi mainly sees it, I will take the donor Zheng over and take a look."

"Don't worry, I have another thing. The young lady of the Gao family died and the Gao family was dissatisfied. Therefore, the people of the two counties had conflicts many times. One state is Taiping Prefecture and the other state is Jiangning Prefecture, which is not easy to deal with. Yesterday I came to Danyang Lake to take a look, but I didn't expect to encounter this incident again. In order to calm the conflict, I made a promise to take over the case again. But Wang Zhizhou took over the case of the six brothers of the Zhang family. The case was not settled, so I have not taken office yet. So I came here to take a look first."

"Amitabha, I have sinned and sinned. I have been preparing to close the Zen temple many times, but the pilgrims have been begging hard, and they have been closed. When will this sin be completed?"

"Take me over and take a look at the Zen temple first."

What kind of Falun, put it aside.

"Okay, donor Zheng, come with me."

The Falun Temple was also newly built, just next to the Zen Temple, but without entering, I went straight up the mountain. There was a small temple halfway up the mountain, and the bell temple. Going up further, the mountain became steep, but there were stone steps all the way and it stretched to the top of the mountain.

It is almost July, and some colorful wild flowers are blooming on the mountain. A clear mountain stream flows down from the top of the mountain. The mountain path is very quiet. When encountering a large drop in the mountain stream, you can clearly hear the crisp "dingdong" sound when the mountain spring falls steeply.

Walking through the Chongzhong Temple, a stone path leads to the top of the mountain, and a stone path leads to the side of the mountain. Not far away, you can see a red wall. The red wall is very tall, and you can only see the roof of the Zen Temple inside. A large vermilion iron door is half-closed, and with them on their backs, you can't see inside either.

Zheng Lang raised his head again and looked at the mountain. Except for the front mountain, when he arrived at the Zen temple, it was already on the back. The mountain was very steep and almost formed a cliff. People could not climb up and down. As Wang Zhizhou said, if no one had the ability to slide down from above, it was not a slip, but a suicide attempt.

He asked, "Abbot, why did he think of setting up this Zen temple here at that time?"

"I just came to this temple and often heard some female donors chanting scriptures in front of the Buddha. After asking for a son, I should mention that I was young and ignorant, and I didn't know that this was a karma. The karma I had done in my previous life came to repay. The monk was angry and begged the abbot to build a temple and give the wishes of these female donors. The abbot was not very happy, so I forced it. There were many places at the foot of the mountain and outside the main hall. The mountain was dangerous, and there was only a platform here. Go in immediately, and the donor Zheng knew about it. So here

At the platform, a small hall and three small Zen rooms were built to satisfy the wishes of some female donors. Some female donors got their wishes, which is a minority. How heavy is the karma? Will they be rewarded one by one? However, after it was spread, there were many people who came to pray for their children. Occasionally, it was even more magical." At this point, there were a combination of things: "Amitabha. He was sinful, but the terrain was too evil, and several things happened one after another. The former Master He Zhizhou came to persuade him, and I obeyed and invited Guanyin to the west of the bamboo forest to pray for his son."

He pointed to the foot of the mountain, and there were vigorous bamboo forests on both sides of the main hall. He was not seen. He was standing on the hillside at this time. He saw it very clearly. There was a small temple on the west side of the bamboo forest, with two rows of Zen rooms behind. Zhishan said again: "But after moving over, no one made a wish. After all the good women asked him to ask, he had to open the Zen temple again. I had become the abbot at that time, so I paid heavy funds to repair some iron pillars and chains just in case. But something happened soon after. In desperation, I asked someone to strengthen the chain again. This time I was safe for a few years. Something happened to the young lady of the Gao family before. Amitabha, sins."

When he arrived at the door, Zhishan did not go in and said, "There is a female donor inside. He just moved in yesterday. He said he came from Jiangning Mansion deliberately. I refused to agree and asked again, Amitabha."

As he said that, he knocked on the door and said, "The female donor inside can be here, and I know the good and seek the good.

The iron door opened with a silence, and three women walked out of it. The young woman was combed with a common bun of Song people, with her hair five or six inches high, which was also a standard height. Some women could combed with two feet high, which also made Zheng Lang speechless. The bun was decorated with some golden jade hairpins, and a pink pomegranate skirt made of silk. Just looking at her outfit, she had a wealthy family background and a very gentle appearance. There was also a girl with a double bun, a white gauze skirt, and a double bun, not old, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a small round face, and her skin was as white as snow, not old, but her peaks were proud. She looked no less than her mature sister, and her eyes were also very lively. She was staring at everyone with a pair of big black eyes. There was also a little maid behind her.

Zhishan Heshi said: "Madam Wei, Madam Wei, the new magistrate of Taiping Prefecture, come and see the Zen Temple, and disturb you."

The lady of the Great Wei, the little Wei eyes immediately flashed. The little Wei covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, and then stared at Zheng Lang. The lady of the Great Wei reacted quickly and walked over and asked, "It's the top scholar."

“That’s right.”

"Please come in."

When he introduced it, Zhishan stood outside the door in order to avoid suspicion.

There were three rooms, one of which was a small hall, and there was incense burning inside. It was probably the ones burned by the Wei sisters, and the other two were the women's rooms. Zheng Lang did not go in and said to the three curious women: "You can avoid it."

"Here," the three women entered the house.

Zheng Lang looked up and found that this place was a platform, and the area was still very small. When Zhishan built this courtyard, he hired a craftsman to use scaffolding to cut off a section of the mountain wall to expand the space. Originally, the mountain wall here was very steep, and the cutting was even steeper. The three houses were built against the mountain wall.

The space outside was not very large, only a dozen square meters, and more than a dozen iron pillars were built by the cliff. The craftsmen tried their best to do so. The iron pillars were not only thick, but also very deep. Zheng Lang tried to push them, but there was no push. Ding Qi came over to push them, but there was no push.

Many iron chains were twisted on the iron pillar, and outside was a hanging river. At this point, the two mountains attacked each other, which was very turbulent.

Zheng Lang asked: "Can you get off from above?"

If you want to solve the case, you have to catch people. If you catch them alive on the scene, where will the people go? You can't lie on the mountain road. You are not blind. What will you do when you see the yamen runners standing?

People either lie in the mountains and forests on the mountain or climb up quietly from below. It is impossible to get down there, only the road above can be thought of.

Ding Yi shook his head: "No, there are only one roads for climbers here. When there are many tourists, they live in the middle of the temple. Three two people are hidden. The monks in the temple may not pay attention. Although it is steep, they can be tied with a rope. But it takes a long rope of several dozen feet to be held in their hands, and the monks in the temple will definitely see it. This is the difficulty."
To be continued...