Raindrops are like beans. In the winding mountain road, the crowd moves silently.

About 300 young and middle-aged villagers, plus more than 100 scholars from Wendao Academy, were told that there was no food in Wendao Academy. But there was it in Tanzhe Temple!

Silence is the appearance. What is lurking is the desire for survival. This desire is barbaric and fierce. At this time, the crowd is like a pot of boiling oil, and as long as a little spark is about to explode.

About two hours later, the crowd arrived in front of the gate of Tanzhe Temple on Jinyun Peak on Miaofeng Mountain.

In the main hall of Tanzhe Temple, dozens of monks lined up in several rows according to their seniority and status. The atmosphere was extremely tense. News of the arrival of a large number of hungry people had spread throughout the temple.

The sound of rain outside the hall is clearly heard.

The gray-robed monk Zhiwu, who was in charge of the Tanzhe Temple, explained the current situation to everyone, "The mountain gate has been occupied by hungry people. Now Huilai leads the monks to guard the gate. The situation outside is unknown."

The old monk Zhichen was wearing a cassock, lowered his eyes, and his expression was calm.

An elderly monk in gray robe spoke out to appease the monks: "Thirty years ago, the capital was flooded. However, my temple was located in the deep mountains and was not affected. The hungry people were inadequate and could not reach Jinyun Peak. A few, Huilai ten people were enough to protect everyone's comprehensiveness. There are no need to panic."

The monks in the temple were in a little calmer. Thinking about it, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the hungry people who are full of hunger meals can have the energy to go up the mountain to Tanzhe Temple?

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the temple. The sound was noisy and terrifying. The hungry people often represent destruction!

Soon, a young monk dressed in a warrior ran in quickly and reported: "Abbot, Jia Huan, the head of Wendao Academy in the 1911 year, knocked on the door. He wanted to come in and meet the abbot and talk about borrowing food."

Zhiwuyi was furious when he heard the news and cursed angrily: "The scholars in Wendao Academy have attracted the trouble of hungry people. They are so vicious! They are useless to be scholars!"

But Monk Zhiwu probably forgot: Yesterday, Qin Hongtu, the messenger of Wendao Academy, came to borrow food with a handwritten letter from the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, but was rejected.

There was a commotion in the hall. The monks whispered. Wendao Academy at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain and Tanzhe Temple had been in contact with each other in the past. But I didn't expect that they would do such a ruthless and unrighteous thing.

The host Zhichen pondered for a moment and nodded.

The noisy sound outside made him feel heavy and huge pressure. No, a stiff rejection is the best way to delay time.

Tanzhe Temple covers an area of ​​about 100 acres. Behind the mountain gate is a spacious bluestone square. In front of the square is the main building complex of Tanzhe Temple. It is built along the mountain, with rolling and undulating gates.

The hungry people gathered in the square. Under the leadership of the disciples of Wendao Academy, they shouted one after another: "I want to eat!", "I want to live!", "Eat a damn!", "Drink a damn!".

The emotions of the crowd were like half-open boiling water.

The crowd of Wendao Academy only waited for a cup of tea before receiving a reply from Tanzhe Temple: Abbot Master Zhichen agreed to meet with Jia Huan for detailed discussion.

Jia Huan bowed his hand and said goodbye to his classmates with a solemn expression, and took Pang Ze into Tanzhe Temple. The reason he chose to bring Pang Ze in was because he needed an assistant to the "mouth party".

They brought hungry people to Tanzhe Temple, which sounds nice: it is called "borrowing grain", and it is straightforward: they are here to grab grain. This is the most direct conflict with Tanzhe Temple.

Life and death, success and failure, blood and fire are now placed on Jia Huan's shoulders. The burden is as heavy as a thousand pounds!

Jia Huan prepared the plan. But he didn't know whether he could succeed. Because he never figured out why Tanzhe Temple refused to borrow food. This was something he had never experienced before. It was an extremely special negotiation. Failure was death.

Behind him, the voices of Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Zhang Sishui, Wei Yang, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Du Hong, Liu Yichen and others came: "Brother Jia, be careful."

Jia Huan took a deep breath!

The negotiation place is located in a quiet room in the side hall of Tanzhe Temple. The quiet room is simply arranged, with a square table and a few chairs. The person who came forward to Tanzhe Temple was the headmaster Zhichen, and his junior brother Zhiwu.

There was no shortage of power. The black-faced monk who brought Jia Huan and Pang Ze in, took the blade and gestured on Jia Huan's throat before entering the quiet room. The cold blade made the skin bump. Jia Huan's mouth twitched. Are you afraid? Of course he was afraid! But it was useless!

Greetings and politeness seem unnecessary. After a simple name notification, the most direct confrontation begins.

Monk Zhiwu asked Jia Huan why he deliberately brought the victims to Tanzhe Temple, hiding evil intentions. If Wuwendao Academy provides food, the victims would have no energy to come to the temple. Finally, he shouted angrily: "Jia Yuanshou, what is the intention of doing this?"

"If you live, Master Zhiwu must not know that there is something called hope. Now, the food in Tanzhe Temple is the hope for the victims to survive. So they are here."

Zhichen frowned and said, "I don't know that there is no excess food in my temple. If you want to help all living beings, you should bear it yourself. Instead of passing the burden on my temple."

"The master went and told the hungry people outside. Do you think they believe it?"

Zhichen wisely closed his mouth. Zhiwu said angrily: "Do you think my monk from Tanzhe Temple dare not kill anyone?"

"There are 783 hungry people outside, and there are ten monks in Tanzhe Temple. You go and kill people. You go and kill them."

"Do you think I dare not? I will kill you, the leader."

"Come on! Come on. Brother frowned and was raised by a bitch."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Come on!"

"I kill you."

"Come!"

The atmosphere in the quiet room was extremely tense, like a tight bowstring. It became tighter and tighter. Jia Huan and the old monk Zhiwu broke out in a fierce quarrel. The needles were pointed at the wheat and their words were like a knife. They were talking naked about life and death: their own life, or other people's lives.

In this day when rivers are flooded and isolated from the world, Miaofeng Mountain does not need order. Violence, blood, darkness, plunder are the main theme!

Pang Ze was stunned. The nine-year-old Jia Huan quarreled violently with an old monk in his fifties and sixties. No, they were not quarreling, but were desperately intimidating each other, forcing them to give in, and betting on their lives.

Words are not words. It is very likely that they will be fulfilled later. This is a contest of willpower!

Pang Ze felt ashamed of his failure to help Jia Huan.

The atmosphere finally reached its peak. No one could scare anyone! Words could not replace action. Zhiwu prepared a knife in the quiet room. Otherwise, he would cut the child a few times. He would not dare to kill him, and he would cut him half to death to throw him out to warn others. He dared.

Jia Huan made preparations, and he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and placed it heavily on the table, "This is the crane-dinghong sold by Renhetang in Beijing. I had already ordered before I came in: I didn't come out after half an hour, so I started attacking. The time is almost over. After the hungry people attacked the temple, I will drink poison myself, so I won't bother you all."

Zhiwu's eyes changed a little when he looked at Jia Huan. This was a ruthless person. He actually set the negotiation time and brought poison on his body.

Zhichen pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." The monk guarding outside the door came in. Zhichen ordered. There were two things in total: First, test the authenticity of the crane red.

Second, verify whether the hungry people outside are preparing to attack. And how many? It took so long to find out.

Not long after, the results were reported: First, the crane red is real. A yellow dog raised in the temple quickly foamed at the mouth and died of poison.

Second, there are many hungry people. Calls are heard one after another. It is estimated that no more than five hundred people. They brought bamboo poles, wooden sticks, and ladders. They are in action. Their people have been found on the side of the temple.

The old monk Zhichen was stunned for a moment, looking at the child who was sitting at the table with a tender face, a calm and resolute face, couldn't help but sigh, and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. How much stone grain does Jiayuan need to borrow?"

"Wow" Pang Ze's legs became weak, and he fell to the ground, turning over the bench beside him to the ground. His face was laughing, but it was even worse than crying, and he said dryly: "The talk is done!"

However, he didn't know that Jia Huan was carrying poison when he came in. He realized now: It was the front line of life and death just now. This is not a treat to a meal. It will kill people.

I don’t know why, tears flowed out. Pang Ze couldn’t tell whether it was fear or joy!

Outside Tanzhe Temple, Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie and others were already in tears and placing hungry people to prepare to invade the temple.

The hungry people equipped with long sticks and bamboo poles can kill monks from Tanzhe Temple by piled up people. Driven by hunger, their fighting will be very strong.

But Jia Huan who stayed in Tanzhe Temple would inevitably be killed. How could there be so many morals and rules to tell? When you see blood, you will never die.

However, just when the students in the academy were already desperate, the door opened. Jia Huan and Master Zhichen, the host of Tanzhe Temple, appeared at the door, and Jia Huan brought back the latest news: Tanzhe Temple agreed to borrow grain.

Then, cheers swept through the crowds of Tanzhe Temple like a storm. The news spread. Everyone was ecstatic. Having food means not having to die. Borrowing food means not having to kill people or be killed. The scholars in the academy were unwilling to die, and the hungry people were unwilling to die.

Qin Hongtu laughed, not caring about the rain falling in his mouth, pulling Wei Yang, who was as ecstatic as he was beside him, and tears of Wei Prodigy flowed out, "Haha, haha. Wei Prodigy, pinch it, am I not dreaming, right?"

Yi Junjie's beard was shaking and he patted his friend Du Hong hard. Du Hong was photographed and kept sucking in cold air. But the pain made him realize one thing more clearly: they were saved.

The cheers echoed in the mountains for a long time!

Jia Huan summoned the core team that had been separated and assigned matters. At this time, the scholars from Wendao Academy still controlled the entire team of hungry people.

Time slowly flows away. Tanzhe Temple provides a main hall for temporary rest for hungry people and provides meals in batches. The disciples of the academy maintain order.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Jia Huan drank a bowl of porridge, leaned against the pillar at the entrance of the hall, looked back at the laughing crowd in the hall, and felt a little joyful. Suddenly, he found that the burden on his shoulders had become much lighter.

Qin Hongtu has already gone down the mountain to return to the academy to convey information. Gongsun Liang, Yi Junjie, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen brought a group of young and strong families, about 40 people, carrying bags of food down the mountain. They will bring food to the academy that will be cut tonight.

Zhichen, the host of Tanzhe Temple, changed into a gray robe and took his junior brother Zhiwu along the corridor to Jia Huan. Zhiwu said: "Sen Jia Yuan, aren't you afraid that I will order someone to kill you now?" To be continued.

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