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Chapter 317: Justice (4K)

 The monks held up their sticks and stared at each other, and the panicked crowd gradually calmed down.

The governor Zhang looked around for a while and found that no one came forward, so he had to raise his hand and asked: "Excuse me, Abbot, when we went up the mountain, weren't we already screened with the mountain guarding prohibition? Now this investigation...

What is the process?"

"There are two regulations. One is to use restraints to scan the sea of ​​​​qi, spiritual veins, and veins.

The second is to observe the mind with a mirror."

In trouble, the abbot said lightly,

Several monks walked over, carrying a huge bronze mirror precariously, and erected the mirror in front of the circular ban on the ground.

The bronze mirror is oval in shape, with a smooth and shiny surface and two rows of patterns engraved on the edge.

"This mirror can reveal the hidden secrets buried in the heart."

The abbot said in a deep voice, "Kukai, come and demonstrate."

"Yes."

Monk Kukai stepped forward bravely,

Step on the ban and face the bronze mirror.

The ban under his feet burst into white light, illuminating his spiritual veins and the beads he was wearing.

The brilliance of the mirror surface circulated, revealing a scene of a young novice monk who looked similar to Kukai monk, secretly eating cakes in the kitchen of the dining hall.

The abbot nodded imperceptibly, "The secret in your heart is that you violated the Eight Precepts by eating out of season. After the matter is over, you can go to the Discipline Academy to receive your punishment."

"It's the abbot."

Kukai breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back, and left the scope of the bronze mirror.

Jiu Fenghai in the corner squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then whispered: "The mind mirror is real."

Que Teqin raised his eyebrows and asked: "Mind mirror?"

"A bronze mirror originating from the Yuezhi Kingdom, an ancient country in the Western Regions. A line of characters above the mirror is similar to the Qiang script, which means "There is a good or bad appearance, and there is good and evil in the heart. Although you have judged the appearance, you still need to judge the heart."

It is said that this mirror was made by a skilled craftsman for the queen of the country, and it had inexplicable magical properties. Later, the Yueshi were destroyed by the Xiongnu, and the mirror also traveled to the Central Plains.

It caused more than ten bloody battles in the Central Plains. After changing its owners several times, it finally disappeared.

It is only listed as a second-level alienated product in classics.

When I traveled with the dean, I heard him talk about that period of history.

I never expected that it would fall into the hands of the Jialan Sect."

Jiu Fenghai said: "It's fair to assume that the person who caused the commotion can enter and leave the pagoda at will in front of several great practitioners, ignoring all restrictions.

Ordinary methods of detecting the sea of ​​​​qi, spiritual veins, and meridians will definitely have no effect on him.

On the contrary, a mind mirror might be effective."

After saying that, he paused and muttered: "It's just that the scene will definitely not go well."

Jiu Fenghai’s words were quickly verified.

Under the supervision of the monks, the pilgrims in the square stepped forward one by one and stood in front of the mind mirror.

Most of them are devout men and women of Zen Buddhism, but the ulterior secrets hidden deep in their hearts are becoming more bizarre than the last.

Those who cheat, those who come out, those who steal, those who cheat in imperial examinations, those who abandon their wives and children, those who commit murder and arson...

The illusion in the mirror is lifelike, reflecting the many ugliness of people.

"Okay, I've only been on a business trip for two months, and you're hooking up with me! I'm going to kill you!"

"Ping'er, how could you... Fanyi is your stepmother!"

"Detective Zhou, you actually accepted money from others and fabricated evidence to frame my brother?! He was the one who saved you when you were desperate!"

For a time, the crowd cursed, beat, tore, and accused.

The scene was chaotic and disorderly.

"Okay."

The enlightened abbot shook his head and said, "Kukai, go and bring people to move the planks and build a temporary house. Only one person can enter at a time, and other pilgrims will not be allowed to watch."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining people who had not been detected all breathed a sigh of relief, and some even knelt on the ground to thank Abbot Wu for his enlightenment.

"Oh, what a strange scene. On the surface, he is loyal, but he is a thief and a woman is a prostitute. On the surface, he is noble, but in reality he is dark and dirty. In the surface, he is dignified and serious, but in reality he is despicable and unscrupulous. In the surface, he is kind and generous, but in reality, he is treacherous and vicious."

The voice was neither loud nor quiet, but amid the pious words, it was still harsh and clear.

The square immediately fell silent, and people looked left and right, trying to find out who was speaking.

"All masters are also people in the formation, why don't you stand in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself? When you teach your children and grandchildren, you must first teach yourself, and you will become an immortal, a Buddha, and an adult."

The voice said faintly: "Or do you mean that all the masters don't dare?"

Silence, you can hear a needle drop in the square,

Both the monks on the stage and the people around them all looked in the direction of the sound.

Yang Jiu, the lame and mute handyman who works in Jialan Sect.

He faced everyone's gaze and limped forward.

A group of monks immediately picked up sticks and surrounded him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Yang Shijiu?"

Kuuga was shocked and said: "How did you..."

"How can you speak? How can you stand up at this time?"

The thin and old Yang Jiujiu let out a long sigh, "Master Kongwo, you are one of the rare good people in Jialan Sect. There is no need to stay here to be buried. Escape now - if you can escape."

"Monster!"

A monk suddenly shouted loudly, using the wind in his long stick to press hard on Yang Jiu's neck.

The remaining companions also took action, either casting spells or chanting Buddhist sounds.

Yang Jiu stood motionless, calmly lowering his eyes.

Sui——

The long stick that fell towards Yang Jiu became slower and slower in the air until it froze. Together with the monk, they froze in place.

Weapons, Buddhist sounds, spells, chanting tools, magic tools...

Everything stagnated around Yang Jiu,

The furious monks' eyes bulged, their mouths opened, and they maintained a still posture.

Without squinting, Yang Jiu walked forward slowly, dragging his lame leg. It wasn't until he walked a certain distance that the monks behind him all completed their actions, and looked at him blankly as he poured his attack into the open space.<

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The gravel is flying and the smoke is filling the air.

Warrior monks who maintain law and order in temples, monks who supervise the precepts, and manage the seats of the precepts courtyard.

More and more monks gathered around Yang Jiu,

But there seemed to be an invisible circle surrounding him, solidifying and freezing all interference that entered the circle.

Whether it’s a person or a magical weapon.

Even the three elders who guarded the pagoda before were unable to stop Yang Jiujiu - they had accumulated Buddha's light in their hands and were frozen on the spot, unable to move. They watched Yang Jiu pass by, first level

Climb the steps with some difficulty.

The long steps were not easy for Yang Shijiu. He stood in front of the Main Hall, holding his knees and panting for a while, then stood up and said slowly: "Abbot, I am in trouble, Abbot of Enlightenment."

"Yang Shijiu,"

The troubled eyes were cold, "What exactly do you want?"

"Me?"

Yang Jiu paused for a moment, "I just want justice."

He turned around, looked at the huge crowd at the foot of the steps, and said: "Jialan Sect is based in Fenzhou, with grain shops, carriage shops, dental shops, boat shops, wine shops, residence shops, etc. under its name.

The income reached 6 million yuan,

In addition to this, there are also medical expenses for treating people from all walks of life, donations from benevolent men and women in various states, and the sale of consecration instruments...

The total is more than tens of millions.

How many people's blood and tears are included in the silver coins used to repair the temple's golden body?"

Yang Shijiu paused for a moment and said slowly: "There are three burdens on the common people in the past dynasties: taxes, corvees, and government apportionments.

In the Sui Dynasty, the tax was one in twenty, which was relatively light, but the corvee was extremely heavy. In a year, one must work for the government for free for one and half months.

It doesn’t seem like a long time,

But how can local yamen really comply with this? They must levy taxes arbitrarily and let the people pave roads and build canals for their homes. They even pretend that the quality of the project is poor and require rework. They will do corvee work in January and postpone it to March and April, missing the farming work.
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There are also apportionments,

Yima, sprinkler, door bag, long follow...

Officials crossing the border are like locusts, asking for money for countless reasons. It is divided among the people and divided according to the acres of land. Everyone has to pay.

If it is postponed, when the officials arrive in front of the government office, they will kick open the door with shackles and take the person away."

Yang Jiu glanced at the people in the audience and said with an expressionless face: "After careful calculation, a family that cultivates its own land can only make ends meet by working hard when the sun rises and resting when the sun comes in.

Whenever there is a bad year or officials are greedy, they will immediately go bankrupt and become tenant farmers.

Once you become a tenant farmer, you are like a tree without roots and a tree without water.

In Fenzhou, the one with the largest number of tenant farmers is not the powerful landlords or wealthy families, but the Jialan Sect."

He pointed at the monks holding sticks and said calmly: "There are tens of thousands of monks in the Jialan Sect, and more than half of them are warrior monks.

It should be noted that only those with qualified spiritual veins can practice. Most of these monks have no potential for practice. The martial arts they learn are not used to deal with monks from other sects, but to deal with tenant farmers.

Tenants who fail to pay rent on time are punished

Sharecroppers secretly store grain and beat it,

The tenants discussed privately, Guan,

The wife and daughter of the tenant farmer's family are beautiful and occupy.

So much so that there is a saying among the people that "a good wife sows good fields, and a bad wife sows bad fields."

Tens of thousands of households of tenant farmers are also tens of thousands of households of slaves, who have been slaves for the Jialan Sect for generations. The slightest bit of resentment will lead to suppression - these things often do not even require you Jialan monks to do it yourself.

The Jianghu sects you support can serve you so that the hands of Buddhist disciples will not be stained with too much blood.

When the trouble got serious, Jialan Sect came forward again to punish some bullies who were raised by you to show the anger of the people.

As for the Fenzhou government, they did nothing and even colluded with the Jialan Sect.

The former instructs government officials to send additional corvees, deliberately causing farmers to miss their farming season, be on the verge of bankruptcy, and fail to pay taxes and assessments.

The latter took advantage of the situation to lend, and the interest was compounded, and the loan was compounded.

If the two work together, within a few years, the owner-cultivator family will inevitably go bankrupt.

At this time, the Jialan Sect can buy the land at a low price and continue to expand the ‘Ultimate Bliss Buddha Land’ and ‘Ultimate Bliss Buddha Country’.”

"Presumptuous!"

One of the monks couldn't help but cursed: "Buddhism is so profound, how can you allow you to slander it here?!"

Yang Jiu shook his head and said: "Slander? If there really is a Buddha with boundless power in the world, if the Buddha is really as kind and generous as you say, if the Bodhisattva is really as you say, he has lived before - such as the statue of Wei Tuo Bodhisattva

,

Then how could he allow you to do evil here?

Shouldn't you be imprisoned in endless hell?

Or is it that the Buddha and Bodhisattva approve of your actions and think that you are practicing the teachings of Buddhism?"

"..."

The abbot took a deep breath and said slowly: "You are not Yang Shijiu."

"Hahaha, of course I'm not."

Yang Jiujiu, or rather the thin old man, smiled bitterly: "Yang Jiujiu believed in Zen Buddhism and had been an obedient citizen all his life. Even though his legs were broken by rent-collecting thugs and his throat was mutilated by poison, he remained loyal and faithful.
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How can I compare to such piety?

I'm just a rebellious person who doesn't want to be like this."

Perhaps because these words sounded familiar, a monk tried hard to recall it, and suddenly his eyes widened and he said in shock: "Are you Lu Xiucai?"

"Yes, I am the Lu Xiucai who refuses to settle down and be an obedient citizen."

The thin old man nodded slowly, "I failed in the imperial examinations many times. I was ridiculed by my fellow villagers as a scholar and became a tenant farmer. I occasionally earned money by writing letters and copying books for others. The rest of the family income was supported by my wife's farming and sewing.<

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I am truly ashamed to be a husband and father.

I went to take the prefectural and provincial examinations, and finally passed the examination. When I returned home, I learned that my wife accidentally bumped into a certain novice monk of the Jialan Sect in the water and land dojo in order to receive free porridge, and was arrested by thugs from the Jianghu sect.

Put in jail and tortured in every way,

My children were locked up at home and starved to death. Their fingers were bloody and bloody when they died, and the wooden door was covered with deep scratches.

No neighbor was willing to lend a helping hand - just because the little novice monk was rumored to be the illegitimate son of Abbot Jialan, so he was extremely valuable.

When the news came back that I had passed the exam, the leader of the Jianghu sect immediately came to apologize, sent my wife back, and cut off both of the thug's hands.

But what's the use? My wife couldn't sleep at night while holding the skinny bodies of her children. She cried all day long and kept saying that she had harmed them. She would die soon.

I heard that the specific idea of ​​asking people to help with "a little punishment" was thought up by the young novice monk.

So, I want to find an explanation.

I rejected everyone who came to seek matchmaking, and carried the ashes of my wife and children to the Jialan Sect. The first and second time, I was politely persuaded to go back.

The third time, on the way, a passerby covered his head with a cloth bag, beat him severely, and kicked him down the mountain.

They asked me to ‘don’t know what is good and what is bad’,

I went to the Yamen to ask for an explanation, but the chief was ill in bed and refused to receive me.

I went to the state capital to ask for an explanation, but the state government instead said that there was something wrong with my provincial examination papers and that they would reject my qualification to be elected.

I went to Chang'an to ask for a clarification, but I was tied to a boat, had one of my legs broken, and was thrown into the river.

I climbed up the shore after all the hard work, thinking that even if I got to Chang'an and sounded the grievance drum in Wannian County, I might not be able to get my grievances redressed——

Jialan Sect can reach heaven, the final result,

It’s not me who is wronged, it’s just the leader of the Zen Sect, the Jialan Sect, and the abbot’s illegitimate son.

So, I made a deal with a demon."

The old scholar took out a cloth bag from his arms and opened it gently. It was filled with fine grains of sand, "That monster is omnipotent. It paid for my soul to be scattered and never to be reincarnated.

Let me drink a bottle of blood,

It gave me the ability to speak out.

Is the abbot familiar with these sands?"

"This is..."

Abbot Jishu, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, couldn't help but change his expression, "Sands of Time?"

"That's right, it's the Sand of Time, your Jialan Sect's long-lost treasure."

The old scholar nodded and said: "Maharaqita came to the Central Plains to spread Buddhism. He not only brought scriptures, but also several magical instruments left behind by the legendary Buddha.

The sand of time has the effect of stagnating and reversing time.

If you cooperate with the Xumi hourglass in your sect's treasure house, you can turn the long river of time."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Everyone is either hesitant, panicked, shocked, or greedy.

Including Xia Jun and others.

Li Ang's heart stirred up waves, and he instantly thought of the mysterious Huailing in Chang'an City, who claimed to have great powers.

And...

The salt particles in his arms are very similar to the Sands of Time.


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