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The First Champion Chapter 674
The value of Zhaodefang in the old days can't be compared with this place at all. There are luxurious mansions with green bricks and white walls, and every household encloses a huge courtyard. I don't know what kind of people they live in.
Some peddlers like to sell some exquisite but not very expensive gadgets here, and there are often ladies and maids from noble families who are fancy and buy them.
Suddenly, there was a little girl selling clay figurines nearby. She was about six or seven years old with delicate features. Not far away, a blind man was painting clay figurines. She seemed to be selling them for her father.
The girl tied a small basket around her waist and tied a red rope around her neck, hanging in front of her body, her face was flushed, and her smile was clean and pure, very cute.
Yang Lin knocked on the wall of the car, and the woman driving the car slowed down. Yang Lin smiled and said, "Look at that little clay figurine is so interesting, why don't we buy one for our daughter."
Fang Miaolian came over to take a look, disapprovingly said: "They are just ordinary clay figurines..."
Suddenly, she noticed that little girl. In fact, this kind of child is very common in Bianliang.
They are not only on Yuqian Street, but also often appear in major restaurants and teahouses, selling some snacks and gadgets.
The things they sell are not necessarily good. The main thing is that the children are cute in speech and cute in appearance, so people can't help but spend money to buy some.
There are only eighteen in total, and they are all small money, which even ordinary people can easily afford.
When Fang Miaolian was a child, she followed her biological father and did such things.At that time, I was really carefree and the happiest time in my life.
It was only after his father died that he was brought into the Ming Cult. Fang La took in a group of sons and daughters in the church. Later, only Fang Miaolian was able to achieve the position of a saint with clever means.
In Ming Cult, fish and dragons are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.Fang La is also a bold and loyal man, he doesn't look down on the people under him, and relies on his own turnover to deal with it.
No one is born with Zhuyeqing...
In a flash of divine effort, the little girl saw her staring at her, and trotted over, "Sister, you are so pretty, do you want to buy a clay figurine?"
Fang Miaolian was pulled back from her thoughts by the sound, and said with a smile, "Come forward, I'll pick one."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled suddenly, and a pair of big hands inside, with incredible speed and familiarity, untied the tassels around his waist.
"Sister, you are so beautiful, I will give you one!"
Seeing that her face turned redder, the little girl thought she was being ashamed by her praise. This kind of girl is very lively and generous, and she doesn't know that the elder sister in front of her is nicknamed Zhuyeqing.
Yang Lin inside tied her in front of the car curtain with a piece of gold and red silk. Fang Miao couldn't move her waist, so naturally she couldn't shrink her head in, so she could only grit her teeth and endure the frivolity behind her.
Yang Lin became very playful, and he was also a good fighter. Fang Miaolian was not an opponent at all after using all eighteen martial arts.
But in order not to reveal her secrets, she could only chat with the little girl. If it was an ordinary person, the little girl would have walked away long ago.
But this elder sister has a fairy-like appearance and still likes herself so much, the little girl is very proud.
Constantly boasting about her own craftsmanship, Fang Miaolian had to die several times, kicking her calf in protest.However, I felt my knees were bent, and my whole body was tingly and beautiful like an electric current.
It's not too strange to have this little girl on the street, so I endured it so hard that I had to talk to her.so as not to be noticed.
Seeing her strange appearance, the little girl asked, "Sister, are you sick?"
Fang Miaolian just bit her lip and shook her head, the little girl immediately understood: "Sister, you didn't bring any money, so I'm giving this to you!"
"Well... yes... money. Just wait, it will be fine in a while."
It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with this sentence, and the commotion in the car gradually increased.
7Chapter 17 Zen Edict
When Yang Lin came to Daxiangguo Temple, Fang Miaolian, who had fulfilled his wish, rested in the car.
"I'll go shopping first. When you're better, I'll come down and make my wish."
Yang Lin clapped his hands, got out of the car with a smile, and kicked the saint before leaving.
The reason why he came here was naturally not to fulfill his wish, but to come to inspect it.
Since the Reformation, it was put under the management of priests, and he has not been to a temple or Taoist temple.
How effective this policy is is very important, especially for monasteries.
The religion of reincarnation theory is often more likely to resonate with the people. People live very tired in this life, but they can't see hope, so they pin their hopes on the next life.
Fang Miaolian, as the saint of the Ming religion, why did he believe in Buddhism after the demise of Manichaeism? It is because the sects of Manichaeism, White Lotus, and Maitreya are all somewhat similar to Buddhism.
Before entering Daxiangguo Temple, Lu Qian and others had already surrounded him and stood behind Yang Lin.
They were all dressed in casual clothes, without official uniforms, pretending to be ordinary pilgrims, and came to see the current situation of the monastery after the Reformation.
Faith is something that cannot be cut off. From ancient times to the present, there are too many phenomena that humans cannot understand, and even after the explosion of science in later generations, they still exist.
Scientists who have reached perfection often have to believe in God in the end, because there are many things that even they cannot explain.
Therefore, managing religion well is beneficial and harmless to the ruler.
Otherwise, there will be chaos, and whether it is laissez-faire or too strict, it is not a good idea.
At the gate of Xiangguo Temple, the guards are no longer monks, but a small yamen with a priest.
Yang Lin walked in and saw several gentlemen who asked with a smile, "This benefactor, please come here to donate sesame oil money."
This service attitude is not bad!Yang Lin applauded in his heart.
Of course, the attitude of these officials is not bad, because the people who come here are all gods of wealth.
The incense money they donated, in addition to being taxed according to the law, part of it was distributed to the monastery, and most of it went to the priest to serve as expenses for housing, colleges, school buildings, and Jinshi Museum.
The high-ranking family wanted peace of mind, and the Yamen would tell them what the money was used for.
It is said that it is a good thing to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Naturally, the pilgrims have no complaints, and the monks are forced to have no complaints.
This can be regarded as part of the performance. If it is inspected within the priest, these people will be assigned to the Daxiangguo Temple, which is a great job.
Yang Lin was dressed very luxuriously, and all the officials present had already recognized that this was another high-ranking guest.
It's a pity that he didn't bring half of the money with him. These monkey-like police officers probably made a wrong calculation.
Immediately after Yang Lin sat down, someone came out with a tea tray, and the aroma was lingering.
This is specially used to serve big and powerful customers, and the ability to welcome and send them, eyesight is the most important thing.
Yang Lin asked while drinking, "The Daxiangguo Temple is a little deserted today, what's going on?"
A man in linen plain clothes and a public hat sat across from him, and said with a smile, "This is not His Royal Highness King Yan, who worships Daomen, and Yanqing Temple is where the incense is at its peak. Our Xiangguo Temple, Although there are still many pilgrims, but according to previous years, it is not as good as before."
They spoke clearly and logically. Obviously, the priests were very clear about the Taoist temples in Bianliang.
Yang Lin asked some more details, and applauded Cai Jing's handwriting continuously. The professional ones are different, and they are so good at making money!