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On Guanyin Mountain, there are high and low pavilions, hidden windows, secluded rooms and curved chambers, jade railings and red wooden shields, connected to each other, surrounded by four circles, the curved houses are connected to each other, and there are thousands of doors, all resplendent from top to bottom.
The temple is located on the top of a mountain, with a stone foundation. The buildings are all majestic, with towers and pavilions.
In the temple, there are four major Buddhist Bodhisattvas: Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Ksitigarbha and Avalokitesvara.
But it is dominated by Guanyin, and the giant statue is brilliant.
In the Yuantong Hall, Ye Qing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the thirty-two avatars of Avalokitesvara in the hall, nodding in admiration.
The abbot of the mountain temple is standing nearby. After all, the land outside the world is still the land of my king. How can it be completely free from vulgarity?
Although Ye Qing did not declare his identity, his majesty and the bodyguards around him made him so powerful that the head of the mountain temple did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.
The unprepossessing Feng Yinjun stood not far away, with his eyes lowered, but he was guaranteed to take action at any time.
After burning a stick of incense, the host was about to ask if the noble man would go to the temple to enter some Buddhist rooms, when he heard a noise coming from outside the Yuantong Hall.
Not long after, I saw four men who were both serious and not very strong, dragging an old man covered in blood into the main hall.
The abbot was horrified when he saw it. He was about to persuade Buddhism to have a pure land and not tolerate blood stains. However, he saw the noble man who had been sizing up the Bodhisattva smiling brightly at him and saying, "Why don't you, great monk, open a convenient door and allow us to use your temple's main hall?" Use? By the way, we don¡¯t need the great monk to accompany us here, please.¡±
Looking at the noble man¡¯s bright eyes, although there was no bullying or domineering look in his eyes, the host of the mountain temple could not even utter a rebuttal.
Although I had already speculated that this person must be either rich or noble, I did not expect that he would be so rich
Even though he looks nice, he still gives people great pressure.
Those who are not very expensive, cannot.
After thinking about this, the host sighed deeply, recited the name of the Buddha, bowed and said: "Although your nobleness is beyond words, you still hope to understand my Buddha's compassionate heart and not to kill any living beings in the treasure hall."
Ye Qing chuckled, clasped his fists and returned a salute, saying: "Don't worry, great monk. I just want to use the boundless Dharma in this hall to influence a demon and evil way. It will not pollute the pure land of outer transformation, great monk."
When the abbot of the mountain temple heard this, most of the humiliation and dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared, and he bowed again and stepped back.
After the host left, Feng Yinjun, who had been standing still, moved. He carefully checked several places where dark ears might be hidden, such as the ground in the belly of the Bodhisattva, and then asked Ye Qingyao. He shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
Ye Qing then nodded and walked to stand near the old man who had been brought in and had broken his limbs.
Feng Yinjun followed and asked first, "Is this the only one?"
His subordinates hurriedly said: "There is another person carrying a man on his back into the forest. The brothers below are chasing him. He can't escape."
Hearing this, Feng Yinjun nodded and said no more.
Ye Qing looked at the old man struggling and squirming on the brick floor, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "The Mingxiang Sect was defeated fourteen years ago. The leaders were killed by Uncle Wang, and the empress personally saw the corpses. Everyone who saw her true face was dead. So even if there were one or two fish that slipped through the net, Uncle Wang didn't waste any effort to chase her down. You were probably the fish that slipped through the net, right?"
Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wu stared at Ye Qing with his eyes filled with hatred and hatred, but said nothing.
Lao Jianghu understands very well that revenge with words is the least powerful and the least promising.
He only hopes that the young master in brocade clothes can escape and ascend to heaven. Based on their arrangements in the six provinces of Jiangnan over the years, as long as the time is right, something big will happen sooner or later.
The world is about to be in chaos. I thought I could add some fuel this time, but I didn¡¯t expect
He can't wait for that day.
Ye Qing¡¯s bright big eyes have been staring at the face and eyes of the old man named Wu. Even if the old man looked at her with the most malicious and vicious eyes, she never avoided it at all.
After watching for a long time, the old man surnamed Wu said nothing, his eyes changed from resentment to ridicule and curse, but Ye Qing's originally solemn expression gradually became relaxed.
She suddenly burst into laughter, and her laughter became louder and louder. No one understood what she was laughing at.
After laughing for a while, the laughter suddenly stopped, and she sighed to herself: "Auntie is indeed a peerless beauty who can make Uncle Wang abandon his country and choose a beauty. The Mingxiang Sect is so big, but she only uses a little trick to get rid of it." Killed seven or eighty-eight, leaving the remaining ones without even knowing why or how they died."
As he said that, he glanced at the old man named Wu with pity, and sneered: "What a stupid old dog,In ancient times, books were a luxury product.
?? Wealth lovers are in the right place, and wealth comes first.
You can see its importance.
Therefore, in order to inherit the century-old Fang family, Fang Zhe had to put aside his pride and run around looking for plans.
Seeing that Fang Zhe was like this, Song Yan asked Jia Cong, "Cong'er, is there really no way out?"
Jia Cong pondered for a while and said: "Sir, I dare not hide my inquiry. When handling the internal affairs of the Jia family in Jinling, someone from the Jia family also asked about the way out. The disciple said that the land south of the Yangtze River can be exchanged for the land of Hei Liao. Although Hei Liao It is bitterly cold, but the land is extremely fertile. The eight great princes who were canonized during the period of great power of the country all had farms in Heiliao, and the harvest was considerable. Of course, the harvest was far less than that of Jiangnan, but there was always a way out. However, this proposal was rejected by Jia The clan members rejected it without hesitation. Other than that, the disciple has no other choice."
In this era, not even 30% of the land in the three provinces of Heilongjiang and Liaoning has been developed, and it is still a veritable Great Northern Wilderness.
As one of the three largest black soil plains in the world, the black soil area in Northeast China has unlimited potential.
In later generations, the grain produced by the three provinces of Heilongjiang and Liaoning alone was enough to feed hundreds of millions of people, while the total population of Daqian was only over 100 million.
Of course, the current productivity and living tools are far from being comparable to those of future generations.
But in any case, if the Heiliao land is developed, it can greatly alleviate the increasingly fierce land annexation problem in the Daqian inland.
"However, Jia Cong knew that it was a treasured land, but to the current world, the land of Heiliao was a truly bitter and cold wilderness.
The only impressions of it are the barbarians who drink blood and the ice and snow that occupy half of the year.
How could they be willing to go there?
Even with Fang Shuhe¡¯s wisdom and character, when he heard this plan, he frowned tightly and couldn¡¯t help resisting in his eyes.
Song Yan and Jia Cong, master and apprentice, looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
Nothing can be done
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