Before Xue Huaiyi could finish his sentence, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a round-collared, wide-sleeved robe and a scholar's scarf strolling on the street with a woman. Behind them were a manservant and a maid.
Xue Huaiyi's eyes lit up. He pointed at the middle-aged man and asked, "Look, is that Imperial Messenger Fan Bin?"
A young monk looked around and said, "Master is right, it's that Fan guy."
Xue Huaiyi said, "Ha! Today, I've caught him red-handed! This bastard often speaks ill of me in front of the Empress. A few days ago, I used my supreme dharma to convert an old Daoist into Buddhism, and now it's this bastard talking nonsense in front of the Empress again. Damn it, give him a good beating and help me vent my anger! "
"Yes, sir!"
The group of fake monks were all brave and ruthless scoundrels. After receiving Xue Huai Yi's order, they rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Imperial Messenger Fan, who was accompanying his wife as they strolled the streets.
Imperial Messenger Fan was walking with his wife when a few fierce-looking monks suddenly pounced on him and started beating him. Imperial Messenger Fan was just a scholar, how could he be a match for these scoundrels who fought for a living? After struggling a few times, he was beaten even more fiercely, and could only hold his head and scream.
The Fan family's wife panicked and pulled at them, crying, "How can you stupid monks beat people for no reason? Do you know who my husband is? He's the current Imperial Messenger of the court!"
The monks were in high spirits as they beat her, laughing and scolding, "Get lost, who do you think you are to scare with a mere Imperial Messenger? I'm beating Imperial Messenger Fan, beat him! Beat him to death! "
Xue Huaiyi frowned and put his hands on his hips, standing in front of Imperial Messenger Fan, looking mighty and unconcerned about beating up a court official in public.
He, Xue Huaiyi, was born a scoundrel, who was he afraid of? Let alone a mere Imperial Messenger, so what if he was the Prime Minister of the court? Two months ago, when he was leading an expedition against the Western Turks, Prime Minister Li Zhaode had been his subordinate. If the two of them had a disagreement, Feng Xiaobao would still have punched him.
That Li Zhaode was capable and capable, had a resolute temperament, and was also the Prime Minister. He was an extremely powerful person, yet he still begged for mercy in fear. What's more, today's Imperial Messenger Fan Bin was more than a level lower than the current Prime Minister. As long as he wasn't beaten to death, it wouldn't matter even if he was beaten to the last breath.
Xue Huaiyi proudly shouted, "Hit, just hit. Motherf * cker, how dare you complain about me!"
As Yang Fan and Maqiao ran, they were noticed several times by the bailiffs and bailiffs passing by. They chased after them to question them, but luckily, the two of them were nimble and managed to shake them off by turning left and right. They had just arrived at the main street.
A group of monks beating up a scholar in the middle of the street attracted many onlookers. Yang Fan and Maqiao hurriedly walked past and glanced into the crowd. They immediately recognized the monk. Yang Fan saw him and an idea came to his mind. He blurted out, "Brother Qiao, we have a way to escape!"
…
In the Zhishou Abbey, there was a master and a disciple.
The disciple said with an aggrieved expression, "Master, you refused Squire Zhang's prayer ceremony."
His master closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, muttering, "Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things …"
"You've also rejected Shopkeeper You's offer to consecrate and restore the throne."
"Everything is formed, born from the heavens and the earth. Independent and unchanging, unobstructed, able to be the mother of the world … "
"Scholar Hong's family's civil and official ceremony, you still refused it."
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, the heaven follows Tao, Tao follows nature …"
"Today, Su Fangzheng of the Xiuwen Workshop invited you to perform a ritual to expel evil and cleanse. You still refused. The rice jar in our abbey is only left with rice. What are we going to eat tomorrow?"
"The Great Way is shapeless, born from heaven and earth. The Great Way is emotionless, running the sun and moon. The Great Way is nameless, growing and nourishing all things …"
The disciple was annoyed and stomped his feet, "Second Uncle, say something!"
The old Taoist opened his eyes and said, "Disciple, the two sets of robes that we made last spring that are eighty percent new have been placed in front of the Three Pure Ones. Go get them and exchange them for some rice and flour."
The disciple was stunned, "Second … Master, those robes are for us to wear when we go out to perform rituals. If we exchange them for rice and flour, what are we going to do in the future?"
The old Taoist sighed and said, "Disciple, Taoist Yizhuo of Hongshou Abbey has already been captured by Xue Huaiyi to become a monk. How can I go out to perform rituals at this time? What if I run into Xue Huaiyi? What do you expect me to do? "
The disciple mumbled, "If you believe in Buddha, then believe in Buddha. It's fine as long as you eat your fill."
"Nonsense! I've been a Taoist since I was young and have believed in Dao my whole life. How can I abandon Dao halfway and become a Buddhist? "
The old Taoist said sternly, "Go, get the robes and exchange them for some food. That Xue Huaiyi is just doing it on a whim. He definitely won't go out on the streets to capture Taoists to become monks every day. After some time, I'll accept some rituals."
"Oh …"
The little Taoist boy pouted and walked into the Three Pure Ones Hall. After a while, he shouted, "Master, Master, where are the robes you mentioned? There's none!"
The old Taoist had just closed his eyes and sighed when he heard this. He said unhappily, "You child, you have to hang it under your neck for you to see it."
The old Taoist got up and walked out to the Three Pure Ones Hall. When he looked at the incense table, his expression changed and his lips trembled.
The disciple said, "Master, look, I didn't lie, did I? There's really nothing on the incense table. "
The old Taoist stomped his feet and said with tears in his eyes, "These days … I really can't live! They even steal from monks! They even steal from monks. What kind of world is this! "
"Eh? Master, there seems to be something behind this incense burner. Ah, it's two strings of coins! "
"Really?"
The master rushed forward and saw that there were indeed two strings of Kaiyuan Tongbao behind the incense burner. The old Taoist put his palms together and bowed to the Three Pure Ones Dao Masters. He said happily, "The Supreme Lord of Taiyi, there's always a way out …"
…
Imperial Messenger Fan was punched and kicked by Xue Huaiyi's underlings until he fainted. Only then did Xue Huaiyi let out a cold laugh and said proudly, "If you want to make life difficult for me, then I will make life difficult for you! Hmph! If you don't know what's good for you, I'll beat you up every time I see you. Let's go! "
With that, he led a group of burly monks and swaggered away. Lady Fan threw herself on her husband's body and burst into tears. The young manservant and the young servant girl were young and ignorant, so they paced around anxiously. They didn't know that they should hurry home and call for their master to be taken to be treated.
Xue Huaiyi had just taken a few steps when two young Taoists walked towards him. They each wore a pair of awn shoes and wore green Taoist robes that were eighty percent new. Their hair was tied up in a Taoist bun. They didn't look too old. As they walked, they begged for alms from passersby.
Xue Huaiyi saw this and glared at them, shouting, "Stop!"
The two young Taoists were suddenly stopped by a group of big monks. They couldn't help but feel a little timid. The younger Taoist boy asked timidly, "Masters, may I know why you're stopping us?"
Xue Huaiyi said, "Which Taoist temple are you from?"
The little Taoist boy said timidly, "I'm Yun Fan. This is my senior brother, Yun Qiao. We are Wandering Taoists. We travel the world to spread our teachings."
"Bah! Isn't it just begging everywhere? You make it sound nice! "
Xue Huaiyi said disdainfully, "From now on, you don't need to be Taoists. You can become monks under me! Men, shave their tongues and change into monk robes! "
"No, no, no, we don't want to be monks. We are devout followers of Dao. We want to be faithful to one person and keep our chastity …"
The two little Taoist priests screamed and were pinned to the ground by a few big monks. Master Xue, who was dedicated to 'converting people to kindness', took the razor and performed another magnificent feat of converting the heretics on the street. In a short while, the black hair on the ground was fluttering in the wind and two bald heads were shining. The two little Taoist priests had been shaved bald.
"Take off your Taoist robes and change into them. Quickly, change into these monk robes!"
"Ha! You'll look even more handsome after you shave your head! Listen up, we are all disciples of the Master and belong to the Hong generation. Right now, Master has 16 personal disciples. From now on, you will be Hong Seventeenth. From now on, you will be Hong Eighteenth. "
"But … Yun Qiao is my senior brother. Why am I ranked seventeenth?"
"Of course we have to rearrange the ranking after joining Buddhism. Your Taoist ranking doesn't count! Alright, follow Master! "
Xue Huaiyi was filled with satisfaction as he swaggered in front. A group of disciples followed behind him, swinging their arms. The two little Daoists who had just 'converted to Buddhism' were wrapped in the middle of them, and their faces were filled with distress.
Not long after Xue Huaiyi and the others left, Luoyang Commandant Tang Zong rode a horse with a saber and a dozen officials. When he saw that it was Xue Huaiyi who was walking towards him, he was shocked and quickly dismounted. He moved to the side of the road and led the horse to make way for Xue Huaiyi.
Xue Huaiyi was in a good mood. Seeing that he was respectful to him, he asked with satisfaction, "You, which yamen are you from?"
Tang Zong quickly said, "Master Xue, this humble official is Luoyang Commandant Tang Zong."
"Mm, I see that the streets are full of officials from your Luoyang Prefecture running around. What happened?"
Tang Zong said, "Master Xue, we were executing a criminal at the crossroads today. I didn't expect someone to break into the execution ground and rescue the murderer. This humble official is searching for them with my men."
"Hah! Break into the execution ground? What a character! Alright, go do what you need to do! "
Xue Huaiyi waved his hand and Tang Zong retreated to the side. The dozen or so officials stood still with their sabers and bowed to send Xue Huaiyi off. Among the monks, two young monks who had just been tonsured looked at each other. A strange smile flashed across their faces and they swaggered past Tang Zong.
After sending Xue Huaiyi off, Tang Zong continued on his way. When Imperial Censor Fan's wife saw the officials, she quickly stopped them and cried out her grievances. When Tang Zong heard that it was Xue Huaiyi who had hit someone, he couldn't help but look troubled.
Fan's wife wept and only cared about her husband's grievances. When she reached the part where Xue Huaiyi stopped two young Taoists to help them shave, Tang Zong's eyes flashed and he muttered to himself, "Two traveling Taoists …"
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