Today, the Chicken Temple is filled with people, with flowers blooming, and the clear sky and snowy scenery decorate it, the scenery is everywhere.

The temples in Jinling City were the first to collect tickets. After implementing this system, most of the people at the bottom found that they were not so pious. They were even isolated from the world and faith by more than ten cents of tickets.

There are even sayings among the people, such as "I Buddha will not save the poor ghosts", and the monks know in their hearts that this ticket system itself is contrary to the laws of equality between Buddhist sentient beings, but unfortunately, this world is not the world of Buddhism but the world of royalty. If they do not do this, then the position of abbot of the abbot will not be preserved.

However, this benefit is not lacking. Those who should come will still come and the expenses are even greater, because the original objects in this temple are now charged for money. The Pious Incense is originally used as they are taken and used at will, but now it has become a charging item. The price of a stick of incense is clearly marked, and the incense is even more expensive. Today, the incense on the first day of the Lunar New Year has been fryed to a high price of 1,200 guan.

In such a general environment, the overall level of faith can be said to be suppressed to the lowest point in history. Throughout history, there has never been an era where Buddhism’s influence has dropped to this level in a short period of time.

The monks in the world said that those who came up with this poison plan should be cut into pieces forever, but those who came up with this poison plan now spent two cents of money to buy a vegetarian dish with Zhao Xing and sat in the newly built resting place for tourists and started eating.

There are other people around me, but even the "rich people" who are willing to spend their tickets on vegetarian food that they always cost are not necessarily willing to buy. If they don't buy it, they can't eat here. They can only choose to enjoy the twenty-month meal in the semi-open-air canteen outside.

Of course, there are more advanced vegetarian meals, which are to provide the rich in food in the back room. It is said that the head costs money, and each person is said to have to pay ten cents.

The reason why Song Beiyun chose to eat in this intermediate cafeteria was to see if this invisible hierarchy had worked. Judging from the current situation, the effect was still OK. The Buddha used money to divide people into different levels, and he also talked about saving sentient beings.

The food that is always money is OK. After all, it is too bad. Consumers don’t pay for it, but they have to lose money. So at this stage, the service quality can be said to be quite good. Even Song Beiyun, who has always been picky, praised these foods.

"You said." Zhao Xing leaned over and whispered: "If you have done such a sin, aren't you afraid of going to the eighteen levels of hell after death? You are so troubled by you."

"Let's talk about it when you die."

Xiao Song put down the food box and wiped his mouth: "The vegetarian food is good."

"It's good. Next time I'll come and eat it. I'll get tired of fish and meat all day long."

There are still some people who eat around, most of them are matched by a man and a woman. They come here to play and try the famous vegetarian rice in Jiming Temple here. It is harmless to spend money alone.

Many of them didn't care that this was a Buddhist holy land. It was not a good idea to kiss me, but everyone seemed to turn a blind eye to it, doing their own things, and being in peace.

What does this mean? This shows that in their concept, there is no concept of a god standing up, and they simply regard this place as a place to travel and flirt with girls.

How to say this kind of thing, there will inevitably be a decline in the overall moral standard in the future, but this will be able to curb various sects that have harmed the Central Plains for thousands of years to the greatest extent.

After all, everyone knows that Buddha’s food is delicious, but people who don’t have money can’t eat it.

This is indeed a bit of a sin, but who cares, at least Xiao Song doesn't care.

After a meal, they continued to wander in this latest tourist attraction. On the observation deck of the back mountain, they had never seen a few beautiful girls, but they saw a few scholars who were lyrical about the plum blossoms. They stood on the hills and posed for a look at the mountains, commenting on heroes in the world and mountains, rivers and rivers.

"If you want to talk about who is the smartest person in the world, I think it is Lord Yan Tongshu Yan. This person is unparalleled in literary talent. Although he is similar to you and me, his future is indeed limitless."

"Brother Zhu, this is a bad word. I told you that there is a capable person who is in charge of the world. If you are good at speaking with me, you will not be able to reach an agreement with you."

The side hurriedly advised: "Good son Sun, please calm down, Mr. Zhu doesn't mean that."

And the young master Zhu, wearing blue clothes, was also unscrupulous at this moment: "Who said that Lord Yan cannot rule the world?"

"You may have forgotten that there is another person." The young master Sun raised his head and said with a smile: "Who is it?"

Song Beiyun felt ecstatic, but Zhao Xing slowly shook his head and whispered: "No one will be your turn."

"Hmph..." Xiao Song turned his head and said, "You know?"

"I really know that no one in the world knows that Song Beiyun is a treacherous minister and a traitor. Apart from me, who can know whether you can rule the world?"

"Grandpa doesn't care!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the man said, "I don't expect you to guess that this person is Zhao Xiang's beloved disciple, Kuang Yusheng. This person is a noble disciple of Nanchang at that time, and is honest and upright in the court and the country. It is not an exaggeration to call him a gentleman of the world. He also sets up national policies, quells the rebellion, and is responsible for inspecting the south. If you want to be more literary, Lord Yan is indeed better. But if you compete for the strategy of governing the world, Lord Kuang is probably not inferior to Lord Yan, and even has some mistakes. Otherwise, why did Zhao Xiang call him the imperial envoy but not the imperial envoy?"

"Haha, as you say, the traitor Song Beiyun has received praise from Zhao Xiang, but what exactly is it? Are you still in prison now and waiting for the law to do it?"

When Song Beiyun heard this, he immediately raised his sleeves: "I have such a bad temper!"

"Oh, ah... don't worry, wait until they finish talking." Zhao Xing reached out and hugged: "It's interesting."

Song Beiyun suppressed his temper and sat there and continued to listen, and then he continued to say the other end: "When Song Beiyun emerged, I knew that he would not live long. He was too murderous and rebellious. It is said that this crime was to cheat the enemy and treason. The Grand Master of the dynasty died in the official family despite his age. He was the evil thief who was in charge of the crime. But it was still clear that the sun and the moon were in the hearts of the people. My Song Dynasty could not let those traitors harm him."

"Well said!" The two of the two reached an agreement on the matter of scolding Song Beiyun before. He walked forward: "This kind of evil thief is a lot of evil. When he was in Hangzhou, he was even more extravagant and ate only the crescent meat on the fish noodles. Within one month, he ate all the fish in West Lake. He also asked for bribes in the name of an imperial envoy. He went there with nothing, but when he came, he was full of cars and ships! He was really the most famous traitor in the world!"

Zhao Xing glanced at Song Beiyun. Song Beiyun's hands had already become fists, while Zhao Xing smiled and leaned forward: "Is crescent meat delicious?"

"It's delicious, delicious, very moist and tight." Song Beiyun said gritting his teeth: "Damn it."

Zhao Xing laughed loudly, patted Song Beiyun on the shoulder and stood up from the small pavilion: "Everyone, I have something to say, please listen to it."

"Who are you?"

"Zhao Minglang, Handan."

"Ha, Zhao people."

When Song Beiyun heard this, he laughed and veins appeared on Zhao Xing's forehead at that time. He used to be the prince of Zhao, and his fiefdom Handan was the place where Zhao State was located in ancient times.

This Zhao State is pitiful, such as learning to walk, talking about war on paper, and making things difficult for the people to pervert Zhao. These allusions of the black Zhao State emerge one after another. Later, because Zhao Xing's father, King Zhao, was the first to surrender without fighting when facing the Liao State, he was ridiculed by the people of the world until now. However, Zhao Xing knew that his biological father signed an agreement with the Liao State at that time, that is, if he surrendered and retreated, the Liao State would not infringe on the grass and trees on his fief.

My father's endurance of humiliation saved hundreds of thousands of people from military disasters, but he became the "Zhao people" in the mouths of these scholars. When he thought of his father's thoughts on the bed when he died, Zhao Xing's anger also surged up.

He lifted up his sleeve and punched Mr. Zhu in the face. Everyone was young, and the conflict was about to break out. Several people instantly clamored to surround Zhao Xing. Si Mingsi next to him was about to come forward to rescue him, but was stopped by Song Beiyun's gesture, and then he took off his coat and joined the battle.

Zhao Xing is not a weak person. Although he is sometimes weak, he has grown up with Taizu Changquan since childhood. Although he is not as erect as Song Gou when fighting, it is enough to deal with these dogs.

The two of them threw the pile of scholars to the ground in a short while. Zhao Xing shook his wrist and steamed on his head: "I haven't practiced for many years, and I'm unfamiliar."

"Your three-legged cat kung fu." Xiao Song shook his arm: "I'll just beat these trash."

There were more than a dozen people in the circle underground. They were lying there and screaming, and they were all beaten up.

At this time, the people from the government arrived in a hurry and were shocked to see this scene. They were about to detain people when they came up. At this moment, the swords of the Imperial City and the Siming Secret were almost unsheathed in the crowd, but Zhao Xing shook his hand and stopped those people, pointed at himself and Song Beiyun, shaking his head to indicate that they could not go forward.

Since they could not come forward, Zhao Xing and Song Gou were naturally detained by the government. The attitude of the official officer was not bad. After all, people who came to this place and wore clothes were OK, they thought they were also wealthy people, and they were not easily offended by a man like him.

The two were sent to the county government not far from Jiming Mountain. Although this place is less than five miles away from Jinling City, it is under the jurisdiction of Jingji Province. This is the kind of nursery rhyme that only those who have "dirty for eight lifetimes" will become officials in this place.

The county magistrate saw that he sent two people to the scene. He first asked them what they had done. Then he said it was a fight. He just took the prison without talking nonsense. He also asked someone to find out who they had beaten to convict...

"This is my first time in jail!"

Zhao Xing in the prison seemed a little excited: "So this is the feeling in prison?"

"You just owe it." Song Beiyun sat in the corner with his knees in his arms: "The girl didn't tease her, but she was caught here."

"Interesting!" Zhao Xing nodded repeatedly: "Very interesting!"

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