Chapter 305 (1/2)
After a few days, the wind and snow gradually stopped.
On the street, a procession of alms appeared along the way. They were dressed in brown robes. They were gentle. The noisy crowd was strangely quiet.
After the downfall of the Xiao Dynasty, Daqing became the leader of the leading forces. Many small countries depended on it to survive, and had the atmosphere of thousands of States coming to the dynasty. One of the reasons for this is that the Duke of Yan, as a sea god needle, decided the court outline, made foreign enemies, and planned strategies. His iron and blood skills made people shudder.
Once upon a time, a powerful country, relying on its powerful armaments, killed the Daqing emissary who went to invite the ceremony when Daqing was founded. In the most important activity of worshipping heaven when the new emperor ascended the throne, the headbox was sent to the Lord of Yan with ill intentions.
Before the new emperor was furious, the Duke of Yan lightly asked for his order, saying that the most important animal was missing.
The sacrifice was postponed for a month.
The Duke of Yan got through the ideological work of neighboring countries, so the powerful country became a turtle in a jar and cooked it alive. The Royal relatives and relatives had no resistance. They were slaughtered by him like pigs and sheep. The dragon throne, a symbol of supreme imperial power, was full of blood.
From then on, no one questioned the position of the Communist Party of Daqing. Even if there were any opinions, they would have to be held in their intestines for fear that they would become the next lamb to be slaughtered.
On the other hand, their spiritual penetration is also very strong.
Only because the central white horse temple, which is the capital of the country, is well-known as the first holy land of Buddhism.
After thousands of years, it has been dressed in the Chinese costume of the prosperous times, and also made up the ashes of the dynasty. To this day, it is still fragrant, and its followers are all over the vast land of the world. The envoys who came from other countries did not go to see the king, but kowtow in front of the White Horse Temple.
Not to mention the ordinary people, even the king and Marquis of a time of fame, but also have an extremely solemn attitude towards the White Horse Temple.
In the eyes of fanatically worshipped believers, the White Horse Temple is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, helping all living beings, and even surpassing the imperial power at some special time.
The detached White Horse Temple is like a rootless green lotus growing in still water under the Buddha's throne, which rarely interferes with the affairs of the earth. Therefore, a group of orderly White Horse Temple monks appeared in the downtown, especially the youngest, Dade shijingcheng in red cassock, which aroused speculation from all sides.
The monks paid no attention to the opinions of the outside world. They concentrated on giving, cooking porridge, boiling medicine, and distributing winter reserves in the places where the refugees gathered. At the same time, they also accompanied by small lectures to educate the minds of the foolish people and provide them with a way to survive with a cause and a result, instead of relying on furtive and injurious acts to support themselves.
Under the sound of Bodhi Buddha, people's anger aroused by Li Chaoyun's poems gradually subsided.
Those refugees who took advantage of the chaos and committed crimes everywhere became the object of verbal criticism, or they were caught by the government and sent to prison. What they managed to escape was the scorn and exclusion of others.
In just seven days, the donation of the White Horse Temple caused a sensation in the capital of the country. From peddlers and servants to the nobles of Tianhuang, some people spontaneously joined the charity team, and the bigger and bigger they were, they gathered into a torrent.
If you have a little money, you can set up a congee stand at the door of your home, and the neighbors will help each other.
Rich and powerful, with the stroke of a pen, an endless stream of goods and materials were sent to the alley.
Under the leadership of Jing Cheng, the donation did not change into a mere ”charity”. He considered it very carefully, and divided the refugees into a small team according to their regions and abilities. He asked the imperial court for instructions, and soon a group of professionals were assigned from the government. Under their leadership, they built roads, smelted iron, dug wells, cut military uniforms, and built water conservancy projects in winter. Every place was full of vigor and vitality.
This new look was unprecedented before, and the historians were very shocked. When writing, he boasted that there was nothing in the sky or in the earth. He almost said that there was a huge halo on his forehead. When he shot the light into the world, everywhere was the pure land of bliss.
So this winter, also known as Buddha.
The proportion of people dying of freezing and starvation in Yunjing has dropped to the lowest level in previous years.
In the warm Pavilion, Lin Lang is holding the stove to listen to the report of the servant.
The servant's tone was full of awe and admiration for the great virtue. Lin Lang doubted that the boy's mood would be sublimated and he would follow his idol into the void.
The government also invested a lot of human and financial resources into charity. Unlike other wives, she wanted to make a good reputation for her husband's promotion. Naturally, she did not have to show up in the ice and snow to give alms.
Her side is leisurely, Li Chaoyun's situation is not very good.
Who could have thought that the White Horse Temple, which advocated birth, would suddenly take action?
At present, there are some negative comments pointing to Li Chaoyun, saying that her city hall is deep, her plot is not small, and she incites the people to put pressure on the court. After Jing Cheng's appearance, her previous behavior was quickly defined as ”bewitching the public” and pushed to the crest of the storm similar to Li's father's situation.
Those poor students who followed her cheering were also watched by the imperial court. Some of them made too much noise, and the people in charge were impatient and directly cancelled his reference qualification for the Spring Festival.At the stroke of the mallet, they woke up, and then there was endless panic.
Li Chaoyun, annoyed by their questioning of the future, simply closed the door to thank the guests.
Things out of her control, Li Chaoyun is not a man waiting to die, immediately set out to the White Horse Temple, iron heart to see the great virtue, give him a good discussion.
It is said that Buddha ferry all living beings, but he has become the chief culprit of her miserable!
Jingcheng is sure to be in the side hall to explain the Scriptures. Wearing a cassock, he looks solemn and inviolable. Wu Yang's believers surrounded him, more and more set off his elegant dust, not like ordinary people.
Li Chaoyun vaguely felt that this man was not the same. She couldn't say where it was different.
She didn't talk to Jingcheng.
Because after the great virtue had finished lecturing, the believers still refused to go. Jingcheng was not in a hurry. He talked to them patiently, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Li Chaoyun stood for a full hour, and before she squeezed into Jingcheng's face, she had several more black shoe prints on her embroidered shoes, which made her a nameless fire.
She lost patience, left the White Horse Temple, and let the boy run errands for her. A letter was sent to the servant of the prince of state.
Yan zhaolie was the most important son of the aristocratic family she had ever been in contact with. His Laozi was the Duke of Yan, who was above ten thousand people, and was an important official who controlled the lifeline of the imperial court.
She urgently needs to clear up the misunderstanding of her from the outside world, and Yan zhaolie is a good target to turn the situation around for her.
The meeting place is about a quiet teahouse.
Li Chaoyun rarely dressed up, and picked the red dress embroidered with gold thread and Begonia at the bottom of the box. She knew that men are visual animals. Sometimes, if they have been immortal for too long, they will find you indifferent. She would do that, either no makeup, or a make-up will amaze people for a few days.
The girls continued to praise, saying that the second miss was just like the immortal.
With a gentle smile, Li Chaoyun got out of the carriage and walked into the teahouse calmly. The box had been fixed for a long time. She held back the maid, arranged the folds of her dress, and stepped in with her chest up.
Yan zhaolie's legs differential, posture leisurely sitting, slender fingers playing with a white jade green glaze tea cup. The paper window opened a line, and the bright light reflected by the snow reflected in his long and narrow eyebrows. His forehead was scarlet and flaming, golden and beautiful.
Her heart beat a little bit faster.
Yan zhaolie raised her eyelids and looked at the people who came in.
The woman slowly took off the power, he showed a smile like spring breeze.
Shiziye's eyes swept past her gorgeous pomegranate skirt, and most of his attention was focused on her face.
This similar outline easily reminds him of her.
The man was caught by him in the Buddhist temple not long ago.
Yan zhaolie's eyes show a trace of mystery.
What Li Chaoyun said, Yan zhaolie didn't listen too carefully. He was a little careless.
The girl's voice is like a soft rippling water wave, which is easy to make people feel good about it. However, he is always distracted and thinks of the man's low breath with weeping voice under the plum tree in Baima temple, which is gorgeous and hoarse, like the sad cry of sudden tearing of gorgeous brocade and silk.
It made him hard at once.
It seems that some fierce beast wakes up in the deep darkness.
The conversation stopped short of a cup of tea.
Because shiziye glanced down carelessly, he found a familiar figure in the crowd.