There is a temple on Yunju Mountain called Zhenru Temple. This temple is very famous locally and has endless incense.

Zhenru Temple is known for its "agricultural Zen" and is self-sufficient. In this era of warlords' separatist and people's miserable life, the surroundings of the temple seemed very peaceful and had a kind of tranquility like a pure land outside the world.

Zhu Li didn't understand why Wu Dao was still in the mood to worship the temple. They were rebels fleeing to Xinzhou. Not to mention the shortage of military capital, people's hearts were still a little unstable. The most important thing now is not to look for food and grass to stabilize the morale of the army?

However, he is not the only one who doesn't understand. The three brothers Zhang Guiba are also confused. They just looked at Zhu Li with Qi Yi's eyes. After all, if you want to know the reason, Zhu Li will be much more convenient than them to ask.

Zhu Li could only smile bitterly in response to this, but did not ask questions, and followed Wu Dao into Zhenru Temple silently.

After being recommended by the little novice monk, Wu Dao and his party met the people in the Zhenru Temple in a large hall. These were two old monks with low eyebrows and silence, with a sad look on their faces, as if everyone owed them money.

One of the short and thin old monks, along with the thick old monk beside him, could see Wu Dao's extraordinaryness at a glance, and he lowered his head and raised his palms to him and said, "Amitabha, I am Quanqing."

"I'm full of my teachings."

"Welcome to the donor to visit our temple."

After being polite, the short and thin old monk, Quan Qing, asked with a bitter face: "I don't know what the donor is, what is the price to do when I visit my temple?"

Wu Dao did not look at them, but just looked at the decorations in the hall seriously. The hall was very magnificent, with Buddhist frames and gold makeup, and beautiful cushions, which were very grand and luxurious.

Seeing all this, Wu Dao then looked back at Quan Qing and said lightly: "At this time, the military rations are short of military rations. I have heard that Zhenru Temple has both emphasis on 'agriculture and Zen'. I guess there is enough food. I'm taking the liberty and want to borrow some food to solve the urgent problem."

When borrowing food, it was still Xiang Monk. This reason shocked Zhu Li and others in an instant. They thought this reason was very incredible. The eyes of Wu Dao also became very strange, as if they were all shocked by his wild and wild style of behavior.

Even the two old monks on the opposite side were surprised when they heard the word "borrow grain", and their eyes looked at Wu Dao very surprised, and their expressions became unkind.

Zhu Li didn't understand the religion of the Tang Dynasty, so he felt strange. He did not understand the level of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty. Although Wu Dao lived for a lifetime, he was a real person in the Tang Dynasty. He had deep feelings about the wealth of Buddhism.

Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been the most popular dynasty in China. None of them, the ancient empress Wu Zetian was born in a Buddhist family. Her basis for her to be called emperor was Buddhist theory. It can be seen that Buddhism had a great influence at that time.

The Tang Dynasty was also the dynasty with the most temples. The reason was very simple. The temples enjoyed the privilege of exemption from military service and exemption from classes. Many civilians could not survive, so they slept in the temples and never had to pay taxes again.

Moreover, temples operate gardens and various secular businesses. In addition, a large number of people in power believe in Buddhism, and the ups and downs are effective. The worship of Buddha has become a trend, so even the smallest temples have a steady stream of donations. The monks of the Tang Dynasty lived much better than ordinary people.

The monk had money and food, and Wu Dao believed it without doubt that the world was in chaos and the most prosperous temple had not been subjected to large-scale destruction. Only then did he turn his mind to the monk.

"Amitabha, my monks and other temples are all monks. Monks eat food from thousands of families and wear clothes all over the world, so how can they get the remaining food?

Given to the general?" Although the thin monk was angry, he had no expression on his face and refused.

Wu Dao glanced at the other party and said bluntly: "Since the master also knows that monks eat food from thousands of families and wear clothes all over the world, but today the people are not fed and their clothes are not covered. Buddhism firmly believes in cause and effect. People have given incense to you for generations to survive. Is this cause and effect? ​​Now their descendants are in dire straits. Why doesn't the master help them and eliminate this cause and effect?"

"Or it is said that monks always ask for money, and they never intend to be grateful and repay them in a way?"

Wu Dao's words were sharp and aggressive, and he almost said that these monks were just a group of beasts who knew how to repay their kindness. How could the two old monks bear such insults? Quan Qing, a short and thin man, suddenly turned red when he heard this, and pointed at Wu Dao with a trembling voice and said, "You, you..." But there was no result for a long time.

The stout monk Quanhui next to him saw this and quickly shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, my temple does not have any surplus food. If there is excess food, I will never let the people eat without food. I will definitely do my best to help you."

"Hahaha." Quanhui's words made Wu Dao laugh wildly, with cold and fierce eyes, "You are the monks who don't lie. You are not honest. Since you say there is no food in the temple, you dare to let us search."

As soon as he said this, Quanhui's expression changed instantly. He glared at Wu Dao and shouted sternly: "Donor, monks are compassionate. When my brothers saw that the donor came from afar, they comforted the donor with kind words. If the donor was harsh, he knew that my Buddha also had a glare."

Quanhui's words are majestic and threatening, and it goes without saying.

Are the Wu Mourning Service afraid of their threat?

Of course not. He looked at Quan Qing coldly, and Quanhui two great monks said calmly: "The Buddha is merciful and angry at slaughtering demons. But Wu Dao is concerned about his family and country, and is brave in serving the people. He is confident that he is not a demon. If the old monk insists on accusing Wu Dao of being a demon, he might as well come and slaughter it."

When Quan Qing heard this, Quan Hui's expression of bitterness and hatred changed, and a ferocious and cruel look immediately appeared on his face. Quan Qing raised his hands and suddenly patted each other twice in the air.

A burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, and two teams of strong monks in gray clothes suddenly rushed out from behind the hall. They were aggressive, holding wooden sticks, and in a moment they surrounded Wu Dao and others. Just wait for the old monk to give the order, these monks would attack Wu Dao and others without hesitation.

Wu Dao looked at these people coldly, not caring about it. He did not move. Although Zhu Li, Zhang Guiba and others were cautious, they did not move. The situation was tense and was about to break out. It was inevitable that a fight would be fought.

At this moment, a young man with painted hair like ink, tied his hair with a scarf, and a white dress staggered. He looked a little frivolous. He was holding a wine gourd in his hand and recited drunkenly: "A pot of wine under the moon, drinking alone without a blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and making three people..., having fun together when drunk, and scattered after being drunk, and traveling mercilessly forever, meeting each other for a long time."

This is "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", the masterpiece of the poet Li Bai, expressing the complex feelings of Li Bai's lack of talent, from loneliness to not loneliness, from not loneliness to loneliness, and finally not loneliness. Now it is recited from the young man in white clothes and scarf, and there is a feeling of being drunk and dreaming of death, with a deep charm and sadness that makes people feel sad.

His rash appearance attracted everyone's attention

, None of the two sides in the confrontation took the lead and just looked at him quietly.

The poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is long. The staggering young man started chanting since he entered the gate of the hall. He staggered around and walked, staggering, and rushed into the middle of the confrontation. Until he barely stood up, the whole poem was finished chanting.

The young man's eyes were blurred and he slowly raised his head, as if he was about to look at Wu Dao. However, Wu Dao had no reaction yet, but Zhu Li's expression changed drastically, because the moment the young man raised his head, the "Shan Hai Jing" in his mind appeared again.

Accompanied by a deafening grand voice, it resounded in his consciousness at the same time: "Guo Qizuo, the heroic soul, Guo Jia, is a living body; Guo Jia, whose courtesy name is Fengxiao, was an important counselor of Cao Cao, the Emperor Wu of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period. He has the reputation of "Qizuo's talent" and "the genius of the world". He has the unyielding spirit, and appears in the world to help the people, and his heroic soul appears and returns to the mountains and seas."

Guo Qizuo, also known as a young man in white clothes and scarf, was originally a loser. He lived in Zhenru Temple and drank sorrows every day. He was depressed. Just now, he heard Wu Dao's words, "But I, Wu Dao, care about my family and country, and serve the people with courage." He immediately woke up a little and ran out to see who he was, who dared to speak so loudly.

But when he raised his head and prepared to look at Wu Dao, he felt something in his heart, as if he was traction in the dark, and he couldn't help but shift his gaze and looked at the boy standing beside Wu Dao, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man was wearing armor, with a long knife on his waist, and a steel spear in his hand. He was majestic and heroic, extraordinary. In a trance, he seemed to be blessed by a halo, making him look like a dragon and phoenix among people, and his glory was unique.

The boy also stared at Guo Qizuo blankly, his eyes as if he could see through other people's past and present lives at first glance, as if he was able to see through fire, clear and magical.

Seeing Zhu Li, Guo Jia was 80% drunk and woke up again 50% in an instant. Regardless of how serious the situation around him was, he bowed to Zhu Li and said respectfully: "I am Guo Qizuo in Xuzhou, please ask you to respect your surname." (Guo Jia is from Yangdi, Yingchuan, and Yingchuan County was renamed Xuzhou in the Tang Dynasty)

Guo Qizuo's behavior made Zhu Li come back to his senses from the daze. Seeing that the other party was so polite, he could not neglect it. He quickly bowed and responded: "I'm going to Zhu Li in Xuzhou, sir, be polite."

"Xuzhou, Xuzhou, haha, not only is the region close, but also has the same pronunciation. It seems that we are destined to be together. Can you take the liberty to ask where you are?" Guo Jia seemed very interested in Zhu Li, so he had nothing to say and was reluctant to leave.

This is a famous historical scholar. When Cao Cao was in the four battles, he was able to dominate the Central Plains in the end. Guo Jia made an indelible contribution. The great leader of New China once said: Guo Jia was an outstanding wise man in history. His theory of Ten Victory involved almost all aspects of Chinese military art thought, which was to the point, concise and profound, and rarely achieved in ancient and modern times.

Such a peerless figure begged Zhu Li, and Zhu Li felt a little flattered, but he was still awake. What he did. He didn't dare to talk around now. He could only avoid the other party's gaze with a little shame and turned to Wu Dao for help.

When Wu Dao saw this scholar, he was so interested in Zhu Li. He was very happy in secret. Gold always shines. It seems that Wu Dao is not the only one who has unique vision. There are still many people in the world who have a keen eye for beads.
Chapter completed!