"Why are you sweeping the floor here?"

Xiao Yan's voice sounded in the cold courtyard.

The old monk's movements were indeed a little slow. After Xiao Yan finished speaking, the old monk slowly straightened up and looked in the direction where Xiao Yan made a sound.

When he saw Xiao Yan in the room clearly, he came to his senses and replied, "It was Lord Wang who asked me to sweep the floor."

"Mr. Wang?" Since he was trapped in the quiet courtyard of Huxin, Xiao Yan didn't want to think, and his thoughts were much slower than before.

"It's the King of Monk who is a good friend." The old monk replied again.

"Wang Seng, farewell..." After hearing this name, Xiao Yan truly reacted.

After he ascended the throne, the Daxing Buddhist Sect established many Buddhist temples in the Jiankang area. In the court, he also set up institutions specifically governing these Buddhist temples. The king and monks were officials who specialized in managing the monks' books and miscellaneous affairs of Buddhist temples.

So he was a little puzzled at this time, "You are a monk from Qixia Temple. Wang Seng didn't care about the specific cost of the monks in Qixia Temple. What exactly do you monks do? The monks in your temple are under the jurisdiction of you. How could he let you come here to sweep the floor?"

Seeing his puzzled expression, the old monk smiled gently and said, "Emperor, you don't know anything. Two years ago, I had been transferred from Qixia Temple to Nengdu Temple. In Nengdu Temple, I was assigned to the Servant Hall. Except for evening classes to pray for blessings, the monks in the Servant Hall were dispatched by the King of the Court to do some servitude. Some of the young monks wanted to open up land and farm and grow vegetables. Old monks like me usually clean the courtyard or go to the workshop to help make some incense and other items. I had been assigned to clean the area before, including the garden outside and the courtyard in the middle of the lake. Today it was just the turn of sweeping the floor here."

"You...you were once a great monk from Qixia Temple, how could you be divided into a slap monk..." Xiao Yan's thoughts became a little confused at this time.

There was no special organization for the previous dynasty to manage Buddhist temples, and the temples were all under their jurisdiction. The old monk was once the highest-ranking figure in Qixia Temple. Even after the new dynasty, he replaced the old monk, but according to his identity, the worst thing was to edit Buddhist scriptures, and it was impossible to become a traitor monk.

Those monks are either monks who have not been officially enrolled in the monk's ancestry, or have just entered the Buddhist temple, or are too stupid to recite a Buddhist scripture, or they are even a monk who has committed a crime and is removed from the monk's ancestry but do not want to return to secular life.

"This is no wonder Lord Wang."

The old monk smiled and said, "I was transferred to Nengdu Temple. I was originally assigned to the sutra temple. However, the great monk Huixin of Nengdu Temple had a completely different understanding of some Buddhist scriptures in the previous dynasty. He lost again at a sutra debate and died soon after. I am familiar with Monk Huixin. He should have been infected and would not die in depression. However, one of his disciples didn't think so. His disciple is now the chief of the sutra temple. Shortly after I went, he found an excuse to make up a crime for me and sent me to the Nengdu Temple Serving Hall. I was in the sutra hall and according to the unified dispatch of the sutra hall, I was cleaning the courtyard in this area."

Xiao Yan fully understood this time. Of course, he knew that many Buddhist temples were like courts, and the monks in it would naturally be a little intrigue. However, when he saw the old monk who had to sweep the courtyard every day, he couldn't help feeling guilty at this moment.

"I was wrongly in the eye." He lowered his head, feeling ashamed of the old monk.

"This is not your intention, so there is no need to apologize." The old monk smiled and said, "What's more, sitting in a place to recite scriptures is also a practice, and sweeping the courtyard is also a practice. I have no displeasure."

Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at the old monk's eyes, "Is there really no ups and downs in my heart?"

"Unhancement comes from gains and losses. I have never had gains and losses, so where does unhappiness come from?" The old monk still smiled, "I used to manage Qixia Temple, and I had a lot of things in my mind. I thought about serving the monks every day. I had to worry about the illness and itch of those particularly old monks, but also worry about the young monks not causing trouble. Many troubles, I had less time to study Buddhist scriptures in peace. Now I just did some simple work, and the time I had in my mind was empty.

More, if we talk about gains and losses... are we losing more or gaining more?"

Xiao Yan was stunned. He didn't know how to respond, but subconsciously said: "It's just that compared to the past, the physical fatigue..."

"It's tiring to sit and think hard for a long time, and it's tiring to clean up your work. What's wrong with that?" The old monk looked at Xiao Yan and said, "The key is only the state of mind."

"You are a monk, but I cannot avoid the vulgarity." Xiao Yan's body shook dejectedly, "I sit here withered. Although I try not to think about gains and losses as much as possible, I always fall into pessimism and despair, and I am full of resentment, and even entangled with hatred."

"Where does the hatred come from?" the old monk asked.

"My mother was killed by her enemies, and I was powerless to take revenge, so I was full of hatred." Xiao Yan said.

"Why do you imprison yourself here?"

"I made a fight with Lin Yi, and the loser was imprisoned."

"Then do you and Lin Yi have a hatred? As far as I know, Lin Yi is not your enemy to kill your mother."

"Lin Yi is the closed disciple of He Xiuxing, the lord of the previous generation of Jiange. It was precisely because of He Xiuxing's opposition that my mother was forced to imprison herself. After my mother left the seclusion, she also wanted to avenge her revenge. She wanted to kill another disciple of He Xiuxing, which led to the opportunity to be killed by the Demon Sect. The Sword Pavilion is the origin of all this. Now Lin Yi is the lord of Jiange, so I want to seek revenge on him."

"If you follow this algorithm, you will also have an enemy with the entire Southern Dynasties. He was born in Jiankang and grew up in Jiankang. According to what you said, all the people who provided food to Lin Yi and taught him, including everyone who later let him contact He Xiuxing are your enemies." The old monk smiled gently, "In this regard, you are also your enemy. You are the emperor of the Southern Dynasties. You manage Jiankang and the Southern Dynasties, but you have made such a good young man become He Xiuxing's disciple and the lord of Jiange. You are not to blame yourself. And as far as I know, after the change of the new dynasty, Jiange has also retired. Without your consent, Lin Yi could not become the lord of Jiange. Now that he becomes the lord of Jiange, it is your intention, but you have to take responsibility for what you agree with?"

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"After all, your heart is too confused. You are full of hatred. I am afraid you can't want to kill all these powerful people." The old monk looked at him with a merciful attitude and said, "Ordinary people sometimes have troubles, and they will hate the heaven and earth, and they will want to kill everyone, but this idea often fades quickly because they are just ordinary people, but you are different. You are the emperor. When you hate them, your status and mood are infinitely magnified."

"You are right. My mood is too chaotic, so I fall into this boundless hell and cannot extricate myself." Xiao Yan looked at the old monk in pain and said, "Please give me some advice."

"I don't know how to give advice." The old monk smiled and said, "I just said my guess, and everything I should have said is over."

...

"What did you say to him?"

When night came to Jiankang, a middle-aged monk wearing a brand new monk's robe came to the monk's house where the old monk lived. He pushed the door straight into the monk's house, looked at the old monk who was soaking his feet, and shouted sternly.

The cold wind on the winter night blew onto the old monk with the door he pushed open, causing the old monk to shivered suddenly.

However, the face of the middle-aged monk was even colder than the cold wind in winter nights.

This middle-aged monk is the first of the Nengdu Temple's sutra monastery. The reason why this old monk was thrown into the servitude yard was also his work.

"You old guy, it's okay to misinterpret the scriptures. You are a little bit uneasy when you do some ordinary chores. What did you do and say today? Why did the Lord post a sage that will only be delivered in two days from tomorrow?"

"So what you asked was, what did I say to the Lord?" The old monk was slightly stunned, then smiled slightly, and said, "He just asked me why I couldn't resolve my hatred. I just said that after all, it was just because he was too confused. He asked me for advice, and I asked me how I could give him some advice."

“So much talk!”

The head of the sutra temple looked at the old monk fiercely and said in a cold voice: "That's all? If that's all, why did he start a hunger strike tomorrow and only eat one meal in two days?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I don't know this."

The head of the convent looked at the foot washing water that looked a little cloudy in his foot washing bucket. He felt even more disgusted and his face became even more ugly: "You are restless. When the above blames you, you will naturally have good fruits to eat."

The old monk looked at him calmly and said, "If you are guilty of this, you will not blame others. I will naturally accept the punishment."

"you!"

The head of the sutra temple was even more angry, but seeing the old monk's unscathing look, he felt that the other party was like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. So he couldn't help but shake the sleeves of the monk's robe. When he turned around, he thought about how to let the old monk do some heavier and rough work.

At this moment, the way behind him was lit up between the monks' houses, and many people rushed over with lanterns, with their footsteps clamoring.

The head of the sutra monastery looked at the people who appeared in sight in shock. Their faces changed several times, but they suddenly felt happy.

Among the people who came here, the leader was the monk from Nengdu Temple, but behind him were not only important figures in the temple, but also several ministers in the court.

Huiqing, the great monk from Nengdu Temple, had already seen him from afar, but his face turned right in an instant and he said sternly: "Is there the first emptiness in the sutra temple in front?"

The first seat of the sutra memorial was originally happy, but he thought that the old monk had caused trouble. These people came to deal with the old monk overnight, but when he was yelled in front of him, he shook all over, and felt a cold wind blew into his bones, and he felt that something was wrong.

He didn't dare to neglect, and immediately bowed and said, "It's emptiness."

"You are so brave. You dare to commit crimes and frame the eminent monks. The Buddhist purity is actually dirty because of you!" Huiqing shouted sternly and said, "From today, you will be expelled from the monks and sent to the Servant Hall. No return to secular life is allowed within three years?"

"What!" The first seat of the sutra memorial was like a thunderbolt. For a moment, my mind went blank, my legs became weak, and I almost sat on the ground.

In the next moment, he came to his senses and said repeatedly: "Where did my crime come from this life..."

"If you want to make a quibble, you will be punished!"

An official in the court interrupted his rebuttal with a sneer, "This is a sage ordination sent by the emperor himself. Is it still fake?"

Another official immediately spoke out, "The Emperor has issued an order to bring Master Huineng back to Qixia Temple from tomorrow, and Nengdu Temple will also be under the jurisdiction of Qixia Temple."

"This is to let him..."

The first seat of the sutra monastery was even more bolt from the blue. He turned his head in disbelief and looked at the old monk who was still wiping his feet. He could not believe that the old monk would actually manage Qixia Temple and Nengdu Temple.

But the expressions of these officials made him know that what happened was so true.

These officials even had a sense of fanaticism in their eyes.

After Emperor Xiao Yan was imprisoned for many days, it became more and more hopeless. Most people in the court even felt that his mental state had a big problem. However, today, two oral orders were suddenly circulated, and the officials who went to receive the orders only felt that he was a little different from the previous days.

How can this not make these officials ecstatic?

...

"Come?"

“It’ll be here soon.”

In Jiangxia County, Southern Dynasty, a practitioner wearing a blue shirt arrived at the door of a courtyard and quickly talked to a practitioner wearing a blue shirt inside the door.

In less than a cup of tea, two carriages drove up from the outside of the door.

The people in the courtyard opened the side door wide and let the two carriages drive directly into the courtyard through the side door.

Before the two carriages could stop, Lin Yi, Xiao Shufei, Chen Baowan and others had already appeared before the two carriages.

The curtain of the carriage led by the leader was lifted, and the Taoist took a step out of it.

Taoist Yuan nodded to Lin Yi, and Lin Yi's expression became solemn in an instant. He saluted the second carriage seriously.
Chapter completed!