The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 441 Extremely Doubtful
After eating and leaving the restaurant, Zhao Tong asked Lu Junyi and Yue Fei: "Have you ever heard of Mr. Yang?"

Both of them shook their heads, and Zhao Tong looked at Ouyang Bei, who was sitting on the carriage and chewing a leg of lamb: "Do you know Mr. Yang and Xingchen Yi?"

Ouyang Bei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Master Yang..."

Zhao Tong frowned: "Don't be so secretive."

"Hehe..." Ouyang Bei put down the leg of lamb with not much meat left, wiped the greasy palms on his clothes, and said, "Sir, this man has a great name."

Zhao Tong walked over and sat on the shaft of the carriage, wondering: "What a famous name? How come I haven't heard of it in the past two years of fighting in the north and south?"

"Young master doesn't know him because his whereabouts are erratic, and although he is in the world, he is different from ordinary people in the world and rarely associates with poor people." Ouyang Beidao.

"But why?" Zhao Tong wondered.

Ouyang Bei thought: "This man is a descendant of the Sui Dynasty royal family. He has a lot of gold and silver, and there are followers around him, but his work is aloof from the world, so most people don't talk about it. However, he is really famous, especially for his martial arts skills." , known as a rare opponent."

Zhao Tong said: "Descendants of the Sui Dynasty royal family?"

Ouyang Bei nodded: "Exactly. It is said that the inheritance is quite reliable, so it should be true."

Zhao Tong said: "What's your name?"

Ouyang Beidao: "It's called Yang Yuan."

"Yang Yuan? The restored Yuan?" Zhao Tao sneered: "It has been hundreds of years since the Sui Dynasty was destroyed. Do you still want to restore it?"

Ouyang Bei said with a smile: "Sir, maybe Yang Yuan has always thought that it is hard to say whether the Sui Dynasty is dead or not."

Zhao Tong pondered: "What's going on with the shifting stars?"

Ouyang Bei thought for a while: "It is rumored that this was created by a martial arts genius from the Yang family from the end of the Sui Dynasty to the end of the Tang Dynasty. That person was named Yang Xianzhi."

"Yang Xianzhi?" Zhao Tao touched his chin: "How come he has the same name as Wang Xianzhi, the Tianbujunjun general who rebelled in the late Tang Dynasty?"

Ouyang Bei said with a smile: "Sir, it is said in the world that Wang Xianzhi who rebelled back then was actually Yang Xianzhi, but in order to hide his actions at the beginning, he used his mother's surname. After the rebellion, it was continued to be used, and it was this person who created the Star Shift. "

"Is there such a thing?" Zhao Tong was a little surprised. He knew that Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao were both highly skilled in martial arts, but he never thought that Wang Xianzhi would have such a story about his origins.

"Young Master, that's exactly it." Ouyang Beidao: "The Yang family has inherited it from generation to generation. It was originally located in Yangzhou, but later moved to Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. I heard that the house is on the bank of the West Lake in Hangzhou. The descendants of the Yang family are closely related to some martial arts families in Hangzhou. Marriage."

"If it's Yangzhou, it's not wrong. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty operated there for a long time, so it's not impossible to leave some back-up hands to pass down the bloodline." Zhao Tong frowned and said: "Why did you move to Hangzhou later and marry into a martial arts family?"

"Young master, I don't know the reason for moving away, but it is probably related to the marriage. In the past, Wang, Su, Bai, Yuan, etc. from the famous martial arts families in Hangzhou were all related to the Yang family by marriage. The Wang family is Yang Xianzhi's mother's family."

"Wang, Su, Bai, Yuan?" Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows when he heard this and looked at Xiao Min beside him.

Xiao Min paused and said, "Erlang, it can't be the Su family from my mother's family, right?"

Zhao Tong said: "This is hard to say."

Ouyang Bei continued: "However, in recent years, three of these four families have declined. Only the Bai family has maintained some reputation. I don't know if those three families still live in Hangzhou or have moved to other places."

Zhao Tong said: "This Yang is from Songshan. It is said that he wants to kick the Songshan Martial Arts Temple."

Ouyang Bei's face twitched when he heard this: "Master Yang wants to challenge the Songshan Martial Arts Temple?"

Zhao Tong said: "That's right. There are many people in the restaurant at the moment, all here to watch the excitement."

Ouyang Beidao: "Then my subordinates went upstairs to inquire about it. I don't think anyone knows him, so I'd like to ask him carefully."

Zhao Tong said: "Go back quickly."

Ouyang Bei said "yes", got off the car and went upstairs. He returned in about half a quarter of an hour and said to Zhao Tong: "Master, I met an acquaintance from many years ago who also came to join in the fun. After chatting for a while, I know Then Yang Yuan will probably arrive tomorrow, and then he will go directly to Songshan Mountain to challenge."

"Arrived tomorrow?" Zhao Tong thought for a few seconds and looked at everyone: "Go and settle down first, and then go up the mountain for a walk to see what the situation is like in the Songshan Martial Temple."

Everyone agreed and went to look for an inn. There were many inns in Songxia Town, but there were too many people coming from the rivers and lakes, so they were worried that there would be no room. But when they arrived, they realized that they were a little worried. All the inns had indeed been booked long ago. There are many rooms, but they are all bungalows and some small rooms. As for expensive places such as single courtyards, there are only a few of them.

Zhao Tong asked for a courtyard, then arranged all the belongings and chores, left Ouyang Bei to look after the house, and then took a few people out.

The uphill location outside Songxia Town leads directly to the Songshan Martial Temple. The scenery along the way is pleasant. Along the way, we also met some people who also went up the mountain and wanted to see the elegance of the Songshan Temple. They listened to the talk and talked about everything. , on the platform of Songshan Temple, on the platform of Mr. Yang's side, noisy, and also got a lot of news and anecdotes.

Among them, Songshan Temple's martial arts were the most talked about. Some people thought it was just a waste of fame, while others thought it was indeed a unique skill. They were noisy and even got angry and started to fight on the spot.

Zhao Yan and others walked while watching the excitement. After about an hour, they could already see the mountain gate of Songshan Temple.

This Songshan Temple was built in the 19th year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is known as the ancestral temple of Zen. However, although Zen is a profound word, most people who study Buddhism will not learn Zen. There are more Buddhists in other sects than in Zen. many.

Songshan Temple is also famous for its martial arts. It is said that there are 72 unique arts in the temple, which can not only strengthen the body, but also fight.

There are warrior monks in Songshan Temple, and the warrior monks are divided into three types: stick monk, sword monk, and boxing monk, all of whom are good at fighting. When people in Jianghu say that the monks in the temple are vicious, they are referring to these monks.

In the early Tang Dynasty, the thirteen monks of Songshan Temple were rewarded by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty for their meritorious service in the founding of the Tang Dynasty. They were given thousands of hectares of land and a body of water to grind them. They also called the Songshan monks monk soldiers. Since then, Songshan Temple has become famous all over the world and is known as "Monk Soldier". No.1 brake.

At its peak, Songshan Temple owned more than 4000 acres of land, more than 540 acres of temple foundation, more than 3000 pavilions and pavilions, and [-] monks. Zen Buddhism flourished from then on, and it was the number one sect in the Tang Dynasty.

During this dynasty, Emperor Renzong also supported him and built a temple at Songshan Temple. A lower courtyard was set up in Tokyo City. Many ministers in the dynasty believed in Zen Buddhism.

Zhao Tong saw the mountain gate at this moment. It was indeed majestic and magnificent. The three characters "Songshan Temple" were painted in gold with ink, showing the true meaning.

At this time, there were people coming and going in front of the temple. The temple was not closed because it accepted incense.

However, because there were too many people in the arena today, many monks came out of the temple to maintain order.

Zhao Tong looked at it for a moment and said, "Go in and take a walk."

As they approached and were about to enter, a fat monk immediately stood up and chanted Buddha's name, asking: "May I ask why the donors came to this temple?"

Zhao Tongqi asked: "Has there been such a rule for asking questions in the past?"

The obese monk smiled bitterly: "I'm not afraid that the benefactor will find out. There was no such thing in the past. It's just that there will be uninvited guests visiting the temple tomorrow. There will be an increase in the number of guests from all walks of life. The abbot will ask us to inquire about it so that we can calculate the number of people watching tomorrow."

Zhao Tong said: "So what if you calculate it?"

The fat monk said: "After calculation, if there are indeed a lot of people, then write a sign and place it at the foot of the mountain so that ordinary people who worship Buddha do not have to go up the mountain tomorrow, so as not to cause chaos and hurt innocent people."

Zhao Tong nodded: "Being compassionate is the original intention of the Buddha."

The great monk asked: "Is the donor from Jianghu, or does he usually attend Buddhism?"

Zhao Tong said: "But I am not a gangster, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I just came to worship Buddha and visit an elder."

The great monk wondered: "I think the donor is a rich and noble person, so he must have an extraordinary background. How can there be the donor's elders in this monastery and mountains?"

Zhao Tie looked at him and said, "Did the great monk become stupid while practicing martial arts? In Buddhism, there is no such thing as rich, high, poor, and poor. It's just about practicing Buddhism. Aren't all living beings the same?"

"Ashamed!" The great monk said with a blush on his face: "The young monk is confused. He doesn't know what the name of the elder donor is. If the young monk knows it, he should go and greet the donor on his behalf."

Zhao Tong looked at him playfully after hearing this, and then said after a few breaths: "Since I came here first to visit the Buddha, this matter will come second. Is this the first time to visit the Buddha? I have to offer incense and make offerings. I am also a monk who manages a household, and I only try to accumulate merit every day. "

The great monk's eyes suddenly lit up. Before he could say anything, he saw Yue Fei taking off his baggage and shaking it gently, making a tinkling sound inside.

The great monk immediately had a smile on his face. He had already heard that it was the sound of silver colliding, definitely not copper coins. Copper coins were not as pleasant to the ear.

"The donor is too kind, too polite." The great monk grinned and said: "Since the donor is practicing at home, he is a member of my sect. It is really a bit careless to speak here. Please go to the living room to talk."

Zhao Tong nodded and said, "That's very good."

The great monk hurriedly turned around and gave instructions to the other monks. Then he announced the Buddha's name and said, "Donor, please come this way."

Zhao Tong smiled and said, "Please, great monk."

After saying that, everyone walked towards the temple together.

At this time, some Jianghu guests had already seen this scene in front of the door, and the outspoken one couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "What a quiet place, why don't you just watch people serve dishes!"

Someone nearby heard it and couldn't help but sneered: "They have offerings, do you have any? Why are you sore if you don't?"

The man said angrily: "Who says I don't have any? I originally wanted to buy some incense to burn."

"You only bought some copper coins, and you also took some incense sticks from the temple to burn. You were either making offerings or simply burning incense. Didn't I hear what was in that bag? But it's all silver, worth thousands of dollars to you. If it's tens of thousands, that's called worship."

The man said: "Don't Buddhists say that all living beings are equal? ​​How can we act based on how much we offer?"

"The monk didn't tell me how much to offer. If you ask, they will only tell you that you have a predestined relationship with that young master, so we come in to discuss it in detail. He has no predestined relationship with you. There is no need to invite him. You can just take your time and stroll around at home."

"Bah, you are a man who crosses rivers and lakes with swords, but you are destined to cross rivers with Buddha!" ​​The man couldn't argue, his face turned green with anger, he stamped his feet, spat, and turned around and left without even entering the temple.

Zhao Tong and others followed the great monk to a living room. They saw that the place was neat and orderly. Knowing that the great monk had some rights in Songshan Temple, they asked: "What do you call the master?" "Donor, the poor monk's name is Zhenxin." The great monk After asking a few people to sit down, he then ordered the young monk to go and make tea and serve it.

Zhao Tao signaled to Yue Fei, and Yue Fei went over and handed the baggage to Zhenxin. Zhao Tao smiled and said, "I won't do the offering myself, so I'll just ask Master Zhenxin to do it for me."

Zhenxin smiled so brightly that his face bloomed, and he said: "No hard work, no hard work, the poor monk will take care of this matter properly for the benefactor. He also asked the benefactor's name so that he can register his merits."

Zhao Tong said: "Just fly up and fly down."

Zhenxin hugged the bag tightly and said, "Then the poor monk will go handle this matter for the donor first?"

Zhao Tong waved his hand: "Go, go."

Zhenxin took two steps, then turned back and said, "Donor, please wait a moment and drink some tea to quench your thirst. The poor monk will come back when he leaves." After that, he quickly walked out of the room.

Yue Fei looked at Zhao Tong and said, "Senior brother, this monk..."

Zhao Tong smiled and said, "No matter what, I'll ask you later."

At this time, the young novice monk came in to serve tea and filled it up one by one. Zhao Tao tried a few words and found out that this true believer was a knowledgeable person who was responsible for receiving and inspecting the dignity of the monks. He couldn't help but know it.

In a temple, the highest person is generally the abbot, who is the leader of the group. If he is not in a high position, his conduct will not be strict, so he is respected as an elder and lives in the abbot position.

Therefore, the three titles of abbot, elder, and abbot refer to the same thing.

Under the abbot, there are four chiefs and nine deacons to assist him.

The four heads of the class are the first hall, the west hall, the back hall and the hall master. The nine deacons are the supervisor, Zhike, Wei Na, Dianzuo, monk, Yibo, Jibi, Liaoyuan and Kutou.

The supervisor is responsible for the daily management of the temple, Zhike is responsible for receiving visitors and inspecting the dignity of the monks, Vina is responsible for teaching rituals and Buddhist scriptures, Dianzuo is responsible for preparing food and necessary social meetings in the temple, the monk's position is to inspect the precepts, and the mantle is responsible for the temple. He is responsible for the daily life of the abbot, the note-taker is responsible for writing documents and sending and receiving letters, the Liao Yuan is responsible for receiving monks from all over the world to travel and study, and the Kutou is responsible for the storage and access of items.

In addition, there are attendants who accompany the abbot or elders and wait for orders.

As for the deacons of ordinary jungles, there are a total of [-] deacons, but these are not necessarily all set up. They can be flexibly determined according to the size of the temple, the number of monks, or some special circumstances, and their names are also different.

The names of these ministries are determined by whether there is a vegetable garden in the temple. For example, Lu Zhishen once managed the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple, so he was called Caitou. However, if Daxiangguo Temple did not have a vegetable garden, then there would be no position of Caitou.

And these ordinary deacons are under the management of the nine deacons, so this true faith still has a certain status in the temple.

After a while, Zhenxin ran in and said with an apologetic smile: "Donor, the poor monk came back late."

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "It's not too late, it's not too late. Master Zhenxin, please sit down quickly. I still have something to ask you."

Zhenxin stuffed his fat body into the chair and drank a sip of tea: "But what about the benefactor's elders? May I ask what the name of the benefactor's elders is?"

Zhao Tong spread his hands and said, "It's just because I don't know the Dharma name that I'm in trouble."

Zhenxin smiled and said: "This is quite simple. Does the donor know the elder's voice and appearance? Give him a rough description. See if the poor monk recognizes it. After all, the poor monk has been in the temple for a long time. The donor's elder must be quite old. Maybe he is familiar with it."

Zhao Tong stretched out his hand and tapped the table and said: "I have only seen this elder twice when I was a child. I think his appearance will change, but it is indescribable. However, one thing I remember clearly is that he is already very old and is already over. A hundred years old.”

"You're over a hundred years old?" Zhenxin was stunned when he heard this: "There are two fellow disciples in the temple who are over a hundred years old. One is considered a master uncle, and the other is a senior master. I don't know when the benefactor's elders will be. To become a monk?"

Zhao Tong thought for a while and said, "It should have been very early, maybe it's been nearly a hundred years?"

"Ah?" Zhenxin shook the tea bowl in his hand when he heard this: "Donor, that's not right. There are two disciples in the temple who are over 60 years old. The uncle, the master, only entered the temple in his [-]s. He is of the same generation. As for the master, he is no more He is over a hundred years old, but he did not enter the temple when he was just a few years old. He was ordained around forty years ago in the past hundred years. He has only lived in the temple for about seventy years. He is of the same generation as the abbot and the Qing Dynasty generation. .”

"Ru Zi generation, Qing Zi generation..." Zhao Tong frowned when he heard this.

"Donor, that's exactly what happened. The poor monk is Zhenzi generation, the above hundred-year-old master uncle is Ruzi generation, and the masters and abbots are all Qing generation. It doesn't sound consistent with the donor's elders." Zhenxin said doubtfully.

"Is there any master among the Qing generation?" Zhao Tong thought, feeling that something was not right. Logically speaking, Zhenxin is the governor monk of Songshan Temple, so he should be familiar with the monks in the temple, especially those who are over the age. It's impossible not to recognize or forget it.

"Donor, there is a Grand Master above the Qing Dynasty generation in this temple. This Grand Master entered the temple early, at the age of five, and became his teacher to the head of the Sutra Pavilion, who was the most senior at that time. Therefore, his seniority He is also tall, he is 98 years old this year, but he is not over [-]."

Zhao Tong pondered slightly, "It's wrong, it's all wrong. It's definitely impossible for that senior person to be like this, because Jintai returned to Songshan Temple. Even if he wanted to hide his identity, he definitely wouldn't hide his seniority. This kind of thing involves Gangli, The rules are strict and no one will degrade themselves.

The Qing generation who is the same generation as the abbot is also wrong. He entered the temple at the wrong time, because Jin Tai entered the temple when he was around 30 years old and later returned to secular life. He only entered the temple again after the death of his master wife Li Canghai. But it is true that he, a Qing generation, Master Shigong stayed in the temple for more than 70 years, absolutely not.

As for the Grand Master, his age is not suitable, not to mention that it is impossible to enter the temple at the age of five.

Zhao Tong thought to himself that Jintai must have deliberately concealed this, otherwise Zhenxin, as a knowledgeable monk, would not have known about it. If so, I am afraid that only the abbot's generation in the temple would know about it.

He asked: "What is the name of this most senior master?"

Zhenxin said: "Grand Master Tai is of the Xuan generation, and he is now the only remaining monk of the Xuan generation in the temple."

"Xuanzi..." Zhao Tong thought for a moment and said, "Is there no higher monk in the temple than Mr.

"Donor, how is this possible?" Zhenxin shook his head and said: "The next generation higher is the Qingzi generation, but how old does that have to be? In the temple..."

He suddenly stopped talking when he said this, remembering that Zhao Tong said that his elder was over a hundred years old, which seemed to be consistent, and he couldn't help but said: "The donor suspects that this elder is from the Qing generation?"

Zhao Tong nodded, and then said slowly: "My elder once worshiped Master Hongyun. I wonder who is Master Hongyun?"

"Master Hongyun?" Hearing this, Zhenxin suddenly jumped up from his chair, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Master Hongyun is from the Guang generation, and below is the Qing generation, so the elder donor should be from Qing." There is no doubt about his seniority."

After he finished speaking, he walked around in the living room and said after a moment: "But there are indeed no monks of the Qing generation in this temple, and the highest one is the Xuan generation."

Zhao Tong heard this and said: "In this case, it should be the seniority of Qing, Guang, Qing, Xuan, Qing, Ru, Zhen. I, the elder, should be the highest-ranking monk in the temple."

Zhenxin said: "It stands to reason that this is true, but the poor monk has never heard of it... Could it be that the benefactor's elder passed away a few years ago and didn't know about it?"

Zhao Tong smiled when he heard this and said, "A few years ago, there was a master of the Qing generation in the temple?"

Zhenxin was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "What the donor said is that since the poor monk entered the temple, there has been no ancestor of the Qing generation. The poor monk entered the temple when he was a teenager. Now he has been in Songshan Temple for more than thirty years. All I know is that Xuan is the highest generation."

"That's right!" Zhao Tong shook his head and smiled: "I met this elder when I was a child, so it is definitely not that he has passed away. He should still be in the temple. It's just that the master doesn't know."

"Isn't this a poor monk?" Zhen Xin was immediately embarrassed on the ground. He was a monk who knew the guest. Although it was impossible for the two or three thousand monks in Songshan Temple to recognize them all, how could they not recognize someone who was over a hundred years old and had a high seniority?

"I think it's better for Master Zhenxin to ask the monks to read the genealogy. Wouldn't it be better to know?" Zhao Tong said leisurely.

"Please ask for a monk's genealogy?" Hearing this, Zhenxin immediately showed an embarrassed look, looked at Zhao Tao and said: "Donor, the monk's genealogy is not managed by the monk. If it were at the monk's place, the monk would just show it to the donor, but the monk's genealogy belongs to the Discipline Academy. Take charge."

"The Discipline Academy?" Zhao Tong smiled: "I really miss this elder very much. I am willing to donate some more merits to the temple, and I asked Master Zhenxin to do it. Could you please Master Zhenxin to go to the Discipline Academy and see if you can borrow some money from the monks?" Take a look at the spectrum."

At this time, Yue Fei took out another baggage from his back. The contents jingled and made a crisp sound.

Zhenxin couldn't help but shuddered. This was Yinzi's voice. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Yue Fei stepped forward and stuffed the bundle into Zhenxin's arms. Zhenxin wanted to refuse, but his hands pushed in and he hugged him tightly, saying: "Donor, this, this..."

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "It's just merit money. Master Zhenxin, don't shirk it. The monk's genealogy bothers Master Zhenxin to borrow it. It's not a secret thing and it won't be damaged. You can just return it after reading it."

Zhen Xin said: "Shall we, young monk, give it a try?"

Zhao Tong waved his hand: "Go back quickly."

Zhenli nodded vigorously, then hurried out of the room with the bundle in his arms.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and I heard footsteps outside. Zhenxin trotted back covered in sweat.

"Donor, the people in these monastic disciplines are too rigid. It took a lot of effort for the poor monk to convince me, and finally I borrowed this monk's book." Zhenxin wiped the sweat from his forehead and put a sandalwood box under his arm. Put it on the table.

Zhao Tong's eyes fell on the box and he nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Master. Master, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

"No hurry, no hurry." Zhenxin said, "I will take out this monk's book for the donor."

After speaking, he opened the box, took out a yellowed book, and handed it to Zhao Tao: "There are two copies of the monk's genealogy. The one is a long scroll and difficult to read, so the young monk brought this copy of the book."

Zhao Tong said: "This one is the best." Then he took the book and looked through it carefully.

At this time, Zhenxin walked to the side. He was very curious and wanted to know who in the temple he didn't recognize.

Zhao Tong turned to the column of Guangzi, and Zhenxin said beside him: "Donor, Master Hongyun's dharma name is Guanghong. Since the elder donor is a disciple of Master Hongyun, you only need to check the names of the disciples below. All of them have passed away. Label.”

Zhao Tong nodded and looked down when he found Guanghong's name. Sure enough, there was a dense row of disciples, dozens of them, but all of them had the word "Nirvana" written on them.

He frowned and turned to the next page, and saw that there was another row on top of it. They were also Guanghong's disciples, all of Qing generation.

His eyes slowly scanned over, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he saw that except for one of them, the rest were also marked with death, and the only one that was not marked with death was written with the word "return to secular life".

This disciple of Qing generation who has the word "Huansecular" written on it, his dharma name is Qingzheng!

(End of this chapter)