In the second year of Huangyou (1050), Wuzhong was famine, and on the way to Hangzhou, you could often see bodies starving to death on the roadside without anyone burying them.

A large number of victims rushed to various prefectures and counties, especially Hangzhou. Thieves emerged from all over the country and plundered passers-by. By mid-April, the situation gradually became chaotic.

Chen Qi transported 6,500 stones of grain from Fujian to Hangzhou. Even though he was a young man who was not a human being, he had never experienced the taste of hunger. However, he was a student who had been a child who had been studying rituals, music, poetry and books since childhood and had a simple state of mind. When he saw the tragic situation along the way, he almost stopped to let the grain be dispersed several times, but he had to give up after being dragged by Luo Liang.

Originally, Chen Qi had no personal experience of the disaster when he went there. He realized that he was a person who could earn 100% of a month. He was very generous in food, clothing and expenses. He even reserved more than 100% of money for the return trip. He only started to regret it when he arrived on Zhejiang West Road, but it was impossible for him to go back to buy grain. In addition to the cost of grain and rice, he also needed to hire someone to protect him on the road. This amount of money was not enough for someone to send a grain truck to Hangzhou.

According to Chen Yue's previous instructions, he stopped in a small valley 30 miles outside Hangzhou City. While sending someone to inform Chen Yue, he calculated the grain points and waited for Chen Yue to transport the grain and rice into the city as soon as possible.

In the Zen room in Donghua Temple, Chen Yue held a cup of tea in his hand, and the heat radiated, as if a thin layer of white mist was covered with. The host Cangde sat calmly facing his head.

The walls in the room are white and clean, without any filth. On the east side is a picture of the word "Zen", which was written by Fan Zhongyan. It was just taken by Chen Yue to Donghua Temple. Cang De hangs it on the spot to show respect.

Chen Yue sipped the tea in the cup gently, turned his eyes to the word "Zen" on the wall, and said casually: "The southerners do not have Buddha nature."

Cang De was stunned and frowned. He was just a young man in front of him. Although his literary name was quite high recently. He also showed a sharp and experienced manner in Donghua Temple last time, but he received him for Fan Xiwen's Mobao. As soon as he opened his mouth, he took out the words of the Fifth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism and asked Huineng. If he did not respond, he would inevitably seem negligent. If he responded, he would naturally use Huineng's original words, but he was just lower than the boy in front of him, which made people not feel unhappy.

Chen Yue saw his reaction and paused for a moment to continue his words: "The Sixth Patriarch once said: 'People are divided into north and south, and Buddha nature is not divided into north and south.' But the injustice in the world is difficult to count, and Buddhist Buddha nature is not divided into north and south. It is just that people are born and have different family backgrounds and circumstances, but they will inevitably distinguish between noble and low."

The young man in front of him was the young master born with a golden key in his mouth. But he led the topic to the top of the noble and humble people. Is it angry after being inferior to the superior or being superior to the superior? Cangde did not understand his purpose, but he always discussed things with Fan Zhongyan's Mobao. He didn't want to talk casually now, so he just kept his eyebrows and said, "Everything comes from the law, and there is a cause and effect. Have the little donor been worried too much?"

Chen Yue thought that it was indeed an old fox. If an ordinary monk had to be compassionate to show his compassion, he didn't expect that he would come back with a sentence of his own cause and effect. He shook his head and sighed and said, "It's not that I was worried too much, but the disaster master in Wuzhong also saw it. Now there are 100,000 victims in Guangsha Camp outside Hangzhou. The rich still sing and sing every day, while the poor farmers have no rice for the next day. How can a word of cause and effect be explained?"

Cang De thought it was indeed the case. Fan Zhongyan had recruited wealthy families in the city a few days ago to pay donations. The hot Xizi Tower, which was held by a group of senior officials in Hangzhou, also made a noise. Before the disaster ended, the only one who gave the most efforts to provide disaster relief was given. However, he had not yet reached the Buddha's temple, but for some reason, the young representative Fan Zhongyan in front of him came.

"Amitabha" Cang De proclaimed the Buddha's name, "God has the virtue of being alive. The monks in the temple have long felt unbearable. These days, they have opened a porridge shop to help the victims nearby."

"It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The master's move is to live countless people, which is a merit. But should we follow the people of our aspirations and do another great merit?"

Cangde thought Chen Yue wanted him to accept the donation, and knew that Fan Zhongyan had written the calligraphy himself, so it would be inevitable to donate some money and goods this time. Now a young man is still a little proactive. If he refuses him, the person coming next time may not be easy to deal with. He asked tentatively: "How much has the donor donated?"

This question was a bit rude, but there were only two people in the room. Cang De believed in his elders, so he asked this sentence. Chen Yue and a young man could not donate much. Even if he increased the number ten times and donated it, it would not hurt his bones and would have a good reputation.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yue replied lightly: "All belongings."

Cang Debao's solemn face couldn't help but twitch. This young man was still as cruel as last time. He was a little boy. Even if the monthly payment was given by his family, how much would he have? But if people say so, could he still ask how much of his belongings are? The implication is that Donghua Temple also donated all his belongings, which is to suck the bones and marrow at Donghua Temple!

"The donor will have good fortune in the future." Cang De praised it as a hypocritical comment. He didn't know whether the previous sentence was Fan Zhongyan or Chen Yue's own decision. If Chen Yue meant it, it would be easier to deal with it. If the leader of a Hangzhou state with such a high status and prestige, he would have to use the Buddha's temple to decorate his political achievements, then his small Donghua Temple would definitely be unable to resist. "But these hundreds of monks and the people around him all rely on life in the temple. I hope the donor will go back and report to Mr. Fan, and the temple has its own difficulties."

Chen Yue heard that Cangde was tempting and drank hot tea, and said, "Before I came, I had already told Fan Gong that the suffering of Donghua Temple was, but the people suffered, and Buddhism enjoyed the incense of the people every day. It should be time to 'save all living beings' at this time?"

When Cangde heard that his heart was a little cold, Chen Yue understood what he meant. Fan Zhongyan knew and agreed with this matter. Donghua Temple was already the seventh generation. Although it was not as famous as the ancient temples such as Lingyin Temple, it was in a good position. Even if it was not large, the incense was very popular, so he wanted to donate it. He was naturally unwilling to accept it.

Seeing Cangde pondering and waiting for a while, Chen Yue asked with a smile: "Is the rice ripe?"

When Cang De saw Chen Yue asking Huineng again, he understood that he was using the power of an official to suppress him. After all, it was related to the livelihood of the temple. He knew that the current situation was stronger than others. He was indeed lower than the other party, but he did not have the impatientness at the beginning. He clasped his hands together and his expression restored the solemn Baoxiang. "Although Donghua Temple is usually hard, he is willing to pay 2,000 guan for the people."

Chen Yue smiled and looked at Cang De without saying anything.

"It's better to save money, what about three thousand guan?"

Chen Yue still shook his head and said nothing.

Cang De gritted his teeth and said, "What about five thousand guan?"

Chen Yue laughed loudly, put the cup in his hand on the couch, and said, "Donghua Temple has been in charge for more than a hundred years and can earn a hundred tens of coins every day during festivals. How can there be only a few thousand coins of private warehouses? Today I am here to send a great merit to the master. If the master's words are false, I will regret it when the time comes."

Cangde's expression changed, thinking that Chen Yue was still threatening him, but now he really had no choice but to not talk about the pressure from the government office. Even if someone just released the wind afterwards, he said that Donghua Temple was stingy with materials and was unwilling to do his best to rescue disasters, it would be a disastrous blow to the reputation of Donghua Temple.

"Eight thousand guan!" Cang De's lips trembled. The most donated by wealthy households in Hangzhou were only this number. If there were more, they would have to sell land and houses.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yue shook his head: "I promised to give the master a great merit. Let me tell you the truth. Please contact the temples inside and outside Hangzhou. You can take out a total of 50,000 guan..."

"Don't bully too much!" Cang De could no longer help but interrupt Chen Yue's words by slapping the table. It was not enough to blackmail his family, and he even asked him to raise 50,000 guan. The eight thousand guan just reported just now was impossible to donate a penny, and he would undoubtedly offend the temples in the city. If he couldn't do it, he still had no good results. If he did it, he would inevitably hold a grudge for other temples.

Chen Yue smiled and waved his hand to signal Cang De to listen to his next words: "Since Wu and Yue, Hangzhou has built countless Buddhist temples, and now it is still intact, and there are no more than a few. The Lingyin Temple alone can have nine floors, eighteen pavilions, seventy-two halls, and more than 3,000 monks. The charity of the officials of the current dynasty has not been subject to the restrictions on the destruction of the ban. It is not difficult to raise 50,000 yuan." Seeing that Cang De was about to speak again, he reached out to press and signaled to listen to him first, "But there are always laws to expand the temple, and you cannot build a large-scale construction at will. This will not require the government to use the money and grain you take out. You only need to hire people to do work. Whether it is to repair the tiles or build the temple, the government should not intervene, and only seek to recruit civil servants. Anyone who hires the temple to work is considered a merit, and after the disaster is over, Mr. Fan personally rewards it."

Cang De was stunned, his expression changed a few times in an instant, and he was still a little surprised and puzzled, "Is this what Mr. Fan wants?"

"It's true, but the so-called reward and punishment are clear. If a temple is unwilling to do its best, he will naturally have to donate the people's indulgence and oil money to "save all living beings."

"Then why don't you go to Lingyin Temple and come to a small temple like Donghua Temple?"

"Lingyin Temple is the largest in Hangzhou, so I am unwilling to do my best. Besides, Master Cangde cannot be considered a small temple here. The prosperity of incense in Hangzhou is among the top three. No one will have doubts. It is limited to the small gates and cannot compare to Lingyin. Isn't the master willing to let Donghua Temple go to a higher level in your hands?"

Cang De breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I will take this assignment."

If it is true as Chen Yue said, then this matter will be much easier to deal with. The scale is the only way to attract mutual restraint. Originally, temples must not be expanded at will. Since the government agreed to them to repair the temples, as long as the news spreads out, I am afraid that no one will be willing to fall behind. The matter will fall on him. Not to mention that hiring civil servants can be regarded as a relief to the victims, it will be of great benefit to his future status in Hangzhou Buddhas. This "great merit" is worthy of his reputation.

I felt a little relieved, and then I felt that the black clothes behind me were wet with cold sweat. I didn't know why the boy who could have easily dealt with could put such great pressure on him. However, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't pay attention to this matter with a small boy in front of me. However, this boy could use the opportunity to force people to such an extent while chatting and laughing, and it would definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future. Here in the alley, I couldn't help but look up at Chen Yue again.

The door of the Zen room was gently pushed open, and a servant walked in quickly and handed a note to Chen Yue. After looking at it, Chen Yue only replied: "Let Gong Fu pick them up. I want to see the grain truck loaded with 50,000 stones."!~!
Chapter completed!