Monk Dahui held his rosary beads and sneered in response: "Fart!"

Zhang Jiucheng was startled, and then laughed: "It's true, in fact, the official's move is not unexpected. He has always been so inconsistent in doing things in these years... It's just that we were far away in the past, but now it's rare to be close."

That’s why I feel so confused.”

"Throwing yourself off the rope bed is a sign of promotion now. Don't let the donkey come before the horse and come after the man. Don't take responsibility carelessly." Monk Dahui talked nonsense again.

"I am not taking responsibility recklessly, but I am unwilling to accept it after all." Zhang Jiuzheng responded sternly. "The official family obviously seems to be ZTE, but they are still unwilling to accept Taoism..."

"Officials don't want to be ordained, but why don't I feel unwilling to do so?" Monk Dahui sneered again.

"No one in your Buddhist tradition has ever achieved enlightenment." Zhang Jiucheng was speechless.

"Has your Taoism ever become a serious and prominent school?" Monk Dahui sneered more and more. "If you have never gained, why have you lost? If you have never lost, how can you be unwilling?"

Zhang Jiuzheng was silent for a moment.

By the way, Zhang Jiucheng is about forty years old this year, which is the golden age for a scholar to enter politics, but he has never been an official.

Of course it was because of personal academic pursuits and disdain for people like Cai Jing before, but later it was because the imperial court changed the establishment of Yuanxue and abandoned Taoism. Yes, this Mr. Wu Guo, who was born in the southeast, was the disciple of Taoism master Yang Shi.

Disciple, he is also an important supporter of Taoism going south, and can be regarded as the direct descendant of the orthodox Luo School of Taoism.

However, there is a saying that Zhang Jiucheng is not actually a pure Taoist disciple. He himself was greatly influenced by Buddhism and was very knowledgeable in mathematics.

But no matter what, this Mr. Wugou would not hide his thoughts in front of his close friend, Monk Dahui. The two of them making these tricks would be extremely simple in human terms...it is nothing more than Zhang Wugou

When I heard that the officials were coming to the southeast, I knew that the opportunity was rare, so I wanted to come forward again as a famous scholar from the southeast to persuade the officials to accept Taoism.

However, even Zhang Jiucheng himself knew that the official would most likely not accept it.

Only his teacher Yang Shi has been publicly rejected once, and several of his disciples have also been publicly rejected. If he does not take advantage of the opportunity of Zhao Guan's family to reconcile with Southeast and use his status as a local celebrity in Southeast to try again, I am afraid that Taoism will be ruined in the future.

The chances are even slimmer.

So, I had to go.

However, the courage he had finally gained from making up his mind was suddenly stopped due to Zhao Guan's family, which made him confused and his momentum gradually weakened.

Turning back to the front, Monk Dahui saw that his friend was silent, but he put away his sneer, clapped his knees and hummed in response: "In the new year, new drums are beaten, and new laws are rained. All things are made new, and everything is in order."

Samantabhadra rejoiced and took advantage of the opportunity to open the door. He released the White Elephant King and found it everywhere. Only this one is not old and new. He opened his mouth easily and swallowed up the body of the Dharma. In the thousand-year-old peach core, it turned out to be the old kindness."

Monk Dahui's motto was not that subtle. It was basically nonsense with a bit of metaphor. Zhang Jiuzheng instantly realized what the other person meant, but shook his head heavily: "I am doing this for the Tao, not for fame and fortune, and I am not fighting for the party!"

Monk Dahui shook his head completely: "You are innocent, but are all your fellow disciples innocent? Your fellow disciples are innocent, but you are not innocent either!"

"How can I not understand?" Zhang Jiucheng was finally angered by his old friend.

"After all your talk, aren't you still dissatisfied with the heavy local taxes in the south?" Monk Dahui responded seriously.

"Is this selfish?" Zhang Jiuzheng was furious. "People in the south are not taxed heavily?"

"Everyone in the north is dead, but there is no need to pay taxes." Monk Dahui clasped his hands together. "You have never seen the war in the north, but I am a Jingkang who escaped from the north..."

Zhang Jiuzheng was speechless for a moment.

But Monk Dahui did not intend to give up this time, but continued to pursue: "What you should be worried about is whether the taxes of the people in the south have been intercepted by private individuals? Although you have never been to Bianliang, you should trust your fellow disciples.

And other officials, the official family is poor, the five-year-old mulberry tree, is everyone covering up for the official family?"

"I can trust the emperor, but I can't trust the generals." Zhang Jiuzheng did not hesitate. "In the thousand-year-old peach kernel, there is the old kindness... Corruption like Zhang Jun is famous all over the world! Rudeness like Han Shizhong... The Western Army conquered La.

It is better to cause trouble than Fang La in the southeast, isn't Han Shizhong among them? How can he turn around and become a famous minister and general? The people of Jiangnan are rich in people's anointing. If the emperor really uses it, it will be better than giving it all to those generals of the Western Army!"

"If this is the case, we should hurry up." Monk Dahui tried his best to answer.

"Hurrying is taking risks. What if we lose?" Zhang Jiuzheng was not afraid at all. "Do you really want to continue fighting with me?"

Monk Mahamati remained silent.

Zhang Jiuzheng felt bored when he saw this, but he stopped the dispute that had broken out countless times and walked away.

After his old friend left, Monk Dahui had no choice but to get up and see him off. The two did not separate until the intersection in front of the temple. Monk Dahui saw his old friend leaving in a dull mood, but he couldn't help but read a verse.

As the saying goes:

"How similar it is to one, don't have any delusions.

Directly revealing the past and present is also the hozen's trick."

Turning around and returning to the courtyard, he met the abbot of the temple again. It turned out that the abbot saw that Monk Dahui was from Tokyo and was probably better at reciting sutras in front of officials, so he wanted him to learn from Daning Temple.

In the same way, when the official family arrives in the southeast, they will also look for a good relationship with the royal family.

Monk Dahui had been staying at Jingshan Temple for six or seven years. He was short-tongued, so how could he refuse? He agreed immediately.

However, after the host left happily, he couldn't help but recite the jingle.

As the saying goes:

"Tear down the east fence and build up the west wall.

There is no right person under the gate of Jingshan.

If it is accurate, who will know?

The monks looked down upon the incense in the kitchen, and the owl kissed and bitten the ridge of the Buddhist temple."

But in the evening, the great monk recalled his family's experience today, wrote these jingles into a collection, and prepared to publish it before his death, but it was another story.

However, let alone the fact that a monk did not chant sutras all day long and only practiced meditation with jingles. After a few days, on the other hand, Zhao Guan's family stayed in Yangzhou for many days. After being dragged to Daning Temple, they began to suspect that the officials wanted to let their temple

When he was responsible for feeding these more than 3,000 soldiers, he suddenly moved.

That's right, as the saying goes, the endless falling trees are rustling, between Jingkou and Guazhou, the Yangtze River is rolling eastward, and the autumn wind is crossing the south bank of the Yangtze River... Zhao Guan's family finally crossed the Yangtze River on September 15th and arrived at his loyal Jiangnan.

earth.

However, this official who never liked to follow the rules still did not go to Hangzhou to meet Lu Xianggong. Instead, he passed Jiangning Mansion and headed west to Taiping Prefecture (today's Dangtu Wuhu area).

Some unexpected meanings, but within reason.

After all, the person who knows Taiping Prefecture now is none other than Li Gang and Li Boji, the former prime ministers in the early years of Jianyan.

Not only that, when the honor guard arrived in Taiping Prefecture, it was not just Li Gang who came to greet him. There were also Yang Yizhong, the imperial commander who was supposed to accompany him, Fan Zongyin, a Hanlin scholar, Lu Benzhong, Ren Baozhong, the chief minister of the Gemen, and others.

The author is Yu Yunwen, the person who writes the book is Mei Yue, and the secretary is Lang Zongying.

Everyone came dressed as if they were holding gold medals, and then went directly to pay homage. At the same time, they each presented a thick booklet.

"Are the officials suspicious of the old minister?"

When Li Gang saw these imperial ministers suddenly appearing, he was frightened and angry for a moment.

"If I am suspicious of Mr. Li, why do I need someone to investigate?" After several years, facing Li Gang whose momentum was still unabated, Zhao Jiu lost the puppet shape of the day, and instead put the book in his hand called "Shuiyang Town Autumn Tax"

"Investigation", he closed the document full of forms and looked at it calmly.
Chapter completed!