Yang Fan and Maqiao entered the White Horse Temple and became two little monks.
One was called Hong Seventeen, and the other was called Hong Eighteen.
This place was really very safe. Even if Luoyang City was turned upside down, with Xue Huaiyi, the Great Bodhisattva guarding this place, there was no need to worry about any evil spirits coming to cause trouble.
Yang Fan became a monk for three days and found out why there were so many famous women since ancient times. As long as she was willing, there were many strong and handsome men who were willing to be her guests, but she just had to have an affair with a monk. For example, Emperor Liang Yuan's Concubine Xu, Emperor Qi Wu's Empress, and even the current dynasty's Princess Gao Yang …
This monk did not have to produce and did nothing all day long. His essence, kidney, and water were really abundant. How could a secular man compare to him? Just like in the Water Margin, Pan Qiaoyun scolded Yang Xiong before she died: "One night with my martial brother is better than ten years with you."
Pan, donkey, deng, xiao, and xian. Only a monk had the most leisure time.
Three meals a day were naturally provided by a good vegetarian diet. There was no need to worry about worldly affairs, and there was no need to worry about one's career. Civil and military officials, scholars, merchants, and tycoons, they had to work hard for their future. Who knew how many things they had to worry about? The common people had to work hard every day and were even more tired. How could they be compared to this monk?
These monks did nothing all day long and focused on nourishing themselves. Not only were they strong, but they were also full of energy. In addition, they had no wives or daughters to support and had plenty of free time. One could imagine how energetic they were. If this monk did not abide by the rules and ate meat and wine, it would be like adding oil to the fire and it would be out of control.
Yang Fan and Maqiao were eating meat and drinking wine at this moment.
They worked hard every day to earn a little money to feed their families. Once they entered the temple, there would naturally be big benefactors who would offer them gold and silver like water. The group of monks were so rich that they could fart their pants. It was no wonder that the monks under Xue Huaiyi always stirred up trouble. They were simply too energetic and had nowhere to vent it.
Yang Fan and Ma Qiao were currently in the backyard of the White Horse Temple, eating a leg of lamb and drinking wine in a courtyard that was specially opened to the monks of the temple.
Yang Fan had shaved his head, but without hair, it made people more focused on his appearance and felt that he was even more handsome. His red lips and white teeth made him handsome. The old monk in the temple said that he had the elegance of Princess Gao Yang's lover, Monk Bian Ji.
Hong Liu also said that he was indeed handsome. With such good looks, it would be a pity if he did not become a welcoming monk. With such good looks, it would be a pity... If he became a welcoming monk, it would be a living signboard in the White White Horse Temple. If. He could, He He He would be standing in the Yan. Yu and Tian would be. He would would be able to be Lian Jin Temple. Princess.
When Yang Fan heard his rotten idea, he was shocked. When he was in Nanyang, he was harassed by women because of his handsome appearance. How could he be willing to suffer like this again? Besides, with his identity, how could he make it public in front of everyone? Yang Fan hurriedly used the excuse of being clumsy and not good with words as an excuse to evade.
Eating meat and drinking wine with Yang Fan and Maqiao was a skinny old monk with a face full of wrinkles. Every time he took a bite of meat, he would chant, "Supreme Primogenitor Taiyi!" Every time he drank a mouthful of wine, he would chant, "Amitabha!" In the ears of Yang Fan and Maqiao, it sounded like he was urging them to drink.
This old monk was their Fifteenth Senior Brother — the former head of the Great Head Monastery, Daoist Yi Zhuo.
Yang Fan said with a smile, "Fifteenth Brother, you've eaten so much meat. Don't keep talking about the Three Pristine Daoist Masters. The three immortals are very busy, so they didn't see you eating and drinking. But if you shout like this, they will see you."
Daoist Yi Zhuo was a little embarrassed. He blushed and said, "They force me to eat meat and drink wine every day. I can't refuse. Actually, both Buddhists and Daoists eat meat. I didn't really break the commandments. "
Maqiao was surprised. "Oh? Monks and Daoists can eat meat? "
Daoist Yi Zhuo said, "Yes. Buddhists abstain from eating 'meat'. This meat is not the meat of the common people. These are called 'fishy'. The 'meat' of Buddhists refers to dishes with a pungent smell, such as onions and garlic. As long as it is the meat of the Three Pure Ones, that is, 'I didn't see it killed; I didn't kill it; and I didn't kill it on purpose', then it can be eaten.
Monks rely on the alms of their believers. They eat whatever the believers give them. How can they be so picky? It wasn't until the time of Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty that the Emperor proposed not to eat meat. Once the Emperor opened his mouth, everyone naturally agreed. From then on, monks became vegetarians. Our Daoists didn't have a clear record of this. I think it was in compliance with the Emperor's decree that the rules were changed. "
Not far away, more than a dozen monks were playing Cuju on the court. Yang Fan glanced at them and suddenly saw a monk lose control of the ball. The ball left his feet and flew towards him. He smiled and said, "If that's the case, Reverend, just eat calmly. Why are you so nervous? Haha, I'm going to relieve myself. "
Yang Fan stood up from his seat and brushed his monk's robe. He put on a pair of wooden clogs and floated away in a carefree manner. He did indeed have some of the elegance of the romantic Monk Bianji.
"Seventeenth Brother, kick the ball over!"
A monk saw him walking over and didn't run over to pick up the ball. Instead, he called out to him.
"Okay!"
Yang Fan replied and walked towards the ball. It was a Cuju ball. At this time, the Cuju ball wasn't inflated. Instead, it was six pieces of leather sewn into a ball. The middle was stuffed with soft and elastic things like hair and some weight was added to prevent the ball from being too light and difficult to control.
These monks didn't abide by the rules. They drank, ate, and fought. There was only one thing: they didn't dare to touch women. This was because Xue Huaiyi was the male pet of the current Empress. Everything he had came from the Empress Dowager. Although he was unscrupulous and could do anything, he didn't dare to touch women and make the Empress Dowager unhappy.
He didn't dare to touch women, so he was extremely strict with his subordinates. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Wu Zetian if he didn't touch women.
As a result, these overly energetic and extremely bored monks had nothing to do in the temple. They weren't real monks, so they didn't know how to chant scriptures and had no interest in it. Therefore, some of the popular things became their games. Cuju was a game they often played every day.
Yang Fan walked to the side of the ball. He didn't bend over to pick up the ball. Instead, he used the tip of his foot to flick the ball over his shoulder. With a "Leading Star Kick", he steadily stopped the ball. Yang Fan's hands held the sleeves of his monk robe and used his feet to control the ball. He displayed his skills. The ball flew up and down, from the toes, the instep, the edge of the foot, the knee, the ankle …
The ball spun in front of his feet like a meteor. It was dazzling to watch, but it never fell to the ground. Yang Fan seemed to be only playing the ball, but he was watching Xue Huaiyi's movements from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Xue Huaiyi had already noticed his actions, he suddenly jumped in an extremely free and easy manner. With a "Pa" sound, the ball flew back to the field. The monks immediately shouted, "Cheers!"
"Hmm?"
Xue Huaiyi, who was lying lazily on the couch and watching his disciples play football, suddenly sat up with his eyes shining. He began to pay attention when he saw Yang Fan's action of tiptoeing the ball. When he saw Yang Fan's clean kick, Xue Huaiyi seemed to have found a shining gold mountain.
When he sat up, he saw that Yang Fan was not wearing leather boots or straw sandals. Instead, he was wearing a pair of wooden clogs with two thin straps hanging on his toes. He was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. It was already extremely difficult to play such a good ball, but he was actually wearing a pair of wooden clogs with high teeth. The difficulty could be imagined. This kid actually had such good skills! This … this … Lord Zeng has picked up a treasure!
Xue Huaiyi was overjoyed!
Xue Huaiyi was an out-and-out super football fan.
Old Xue was very bad at football, but that didn't stop him from loving football. Old Xue liked to play football very much, so after he became the host of the White Horse Temple, he specially asked someone to build a stadium. When he had nothing to do, he would sit at the side and watch a group of ruffian monks play football. Sometimes, he would even compete with the teams of other noble families.
However, these ruffian monks were unorthodox and couldn't compete in public. In order to win the competition, they would do anything. In the end, they turned a game of football into a game of football. Those nobles didn't dare to argue with Xue Huaiyi and could only swallow their anger. However, since then, gradually no one was willing to compete with him. Old Xue, this super football fan, could only entertain himself.
Now that the end of the year was approaching, the royal family would hold competitions of sports such as football, sumo, polo, and so on during the Lantern Festival every year to celebrate the festival. Xue Huaiyi had always wanted to participate, but he knew that his disciples didn't live up to his expectations. Usually, he could be unreasonable when he competed with others, but in the royal celebration, which team didn't have a background?
Moreover, the Empress was watching, so it wasn't good to be too shameless. Therefore, this idea was just a thought. He didn't really expect himself to stand out in the royal competition. However, now that he found a super football player among his disciples, Xue Huaiyi was overjoyed.
"Come, come, come. Call him over. He's my personal disciple, right? What's his name again … "
Xue Huaiyi excitedly pointed at Yang Fan and shouted.
At this time, Luoyang Commandant Tang Zong led a large number of public officers into the White Horse Temple in a grandiose manner.
Tang Zong was suspicious of the two so-called Daoist Yunyou. However, this matter involved Xue Huaiyi, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Therefore, he first sent people to disguise themselves as pilgrims to inquire about the two people's information. Although the White Horse Temple was filled with pilgrims, it wasn't easy to see the monks in the backyard. His subordinates spent a lot of effort to get a glimpse of Maqiao.
Maqiao's appearance had already been drawn and posted on the streets. Although he had shaved his head, how could the public officer not recognize him? He immediately reported it to Tang Zong.
The robbery of the execution ground had caused a huge commotion in Luojing. The situation was quite serious. As the main officer in charge of criminal cases, Tang Zong was under a lot of pressure. He felt that Xue Huaiyi was also deceived and wouldn't cover up for such a murderer. When they arrived, as long as they explained the situation, no matter how domineering Xue Huaiyi was, he wouldn't have a reason to cover up for these two people.
Therefore, once his subordinates sent back the exact news, Tang Zong didn't dare to delay and rushed over.
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