MTL - My Brother-in-law is the Prince-Chapter 316 Instantly become a Buddha

  Chapter 316 Become a Buddha instantly

   After the county magistrate laughed, he looked at Yao Guangxiao coldly.

   Then he sat down slowly, continued to look at Yao Guangxiao, and said, "Absurd? How ridiculous?"

  Yao Guangxiao said: "I am not a doctor, you naturally know."

  The county magistrate asked the scribes around him: "He said he is not a doctor."

The clerk said solemnly: "I have checked, and it is indeed one of the few medical households who fled. It is a man named Zhang Ye, who is 27 years old. He heard that the county's medical households fled overnight. The county lord, You see, it’s in the yellow book! Students can check it out. This man has a mole on his face, short beard, and is tall. Luckily, the magistrate Lai is able to see the details. If not, he would have gone away pretending to be a monk.”

  The county magistrate smiled and said, "How old is this person?"

The county lieutenant on the side said: "It looks like a twenty-seven-year-old man, isn't it him? County magistrate, don't bother with him, if he refuses to admit it, he will be tortured immediately. He is a fleeing family. What else can we say?" What? It’s just like that if you beat him to death.”

  All the guards stood aside numbly with their arms crossed. They were used to such things.

  Now the county is under a lot of pressure. They have to collect medical households, money and food, and the plague has shown signs of spreading.

  The county magistrate looked at Yao Guangxiao with a smile and said, "You see, this is not just said by one person in this county. Now everyone points to you as Zhang Ye, a medical household who fled."

   "Zhang Ye, you still refuse to admit it until now, it seems that your whole body is itchy, come..."

   "Don't hit, don't hit." Yao Guangxiao immediately gave up. Afraid of being beaten, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this little monk doesn't know how to heal."

   "This county says you can rule, and you will." The county magistrate stood up with a flick of his sleeves, glared at Yao Guangxiao, and continued: "It's so good, it's finally close enough to arrest people."

   "Ahem..." Yao Guangxiao coughed twice, and then said, "I'm sick."

  The guards ignored him and dragged Yao Guangxiao away.

  Yao Guangxiao finally raised his voice and said, "You can deceive others, but can God deceive you?"

  The county magistrate obviously turned a deaf ear to this, he didn't even bother to continue talking to Yao Guangxiao, and with a wave of his hand, it was regarded as ending the muddled case.

After he was escorted away, the county magistrate sat down again, and then summoned the county lieutenant and scribes to him, and said: "Jian Gong's job is almost completed, and the money, food and medical households are all paid. Sufficient, County Lieutenant Liu, you will **** the medical households and money to Fucheng tomorrow, oh, yes..."

  At this time, he remembered something, so he stood up again, and said to the scribe, "Go get the pen and ink."

  The scribe took the pen and ink.

The county magistrate then took a paperweight to press the paper, picked up the pen, pondered for a while, and said, "Mr. Jian likes running script the most. Last time I praised my running script for being good. I practiced harder and harder these days, and I made some progress. Lieutenant Liu Xian, when you arrive in Fucheng, present this running script of mine, and say that I asked Lord Jian to correct it."

  Liu County Lieutenant smiled and said: "The lower officials also happen to appreciate the calligraphy of the county lord."

  The county magistrate only smiled: "What should I write?"

  The scribe said: "It's better to write a poem for the county honor?"

   "Hey." The county magistrate shook his head and said, "How can you write good poems in a moment of urgency, but it's a shame. Poetry is about skill and chance, so let's learn from the poems of the predecessors."

  Lieutenant Liu and the scribes agreed one after another.

  The county magistrate thought for a while, and finally began to pick up the pen and write down a line of words on the spotless white paper with great care.

  The scribe chanted at the side: "One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand seeds are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death."

   Then read again: "At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drops to the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work."

  Liu Xianwei praised: "These two poems of pity for farmers by Li Shen have been handed down so far. Although they seem ordinary, they are actually full of profound meaning. The officials also love these two poems. I never expected that the original county lord would like them too."

The county magistrate smiled slightly, and said with some emotion: "Mr. Jian loves the people like a son. Our Ningguo Mansion, even under the governance of Mr. Jian, has shown signs of smooth governance and harmonious people. Spring plowing is just around the corner. This county takes this poem As a gift, one is to express to Duke Jian's determination not to delay the farming season, and to urge farming in the county. The other is also for Duke Jian's favor. Parents, how can you take it lightly."

After finishing speaking, he stamped his own small chapter lightly, blew the calligraphy, handed it to Liu Xianwei, and said: "Don't frame it in advance, just send it like this, if Mr. Jian wants to bring anything, don't miss a single word." Remember them all."

   Lieutenant Liu nodded and said yes, and carefully hid the calligraphy next to his body.

  At this moment, an officer came in and said, "The elder Zhou Taigong asks to see you."

"Oh." The county magistrate straightened his clothes immediately, and said, "He is old. The county should have visited him in person. Why should he come in person? It's a sin, a sin. Hurry up and invite Zhou Taigong to the house. Serve tea, serve good tea."

   As he spoke, he no longer had any interest in official business, and went away like a spring breeze.

  ...

  Yao Guangxiao felt more and more uncomfortable, and even felt that he could not breathe.

  He was imprisoned in a shed, and the shed seemed to smell like sheep manure, which made people sick.

  He was roughly pushed in, and then someone tied a rope to him. The rope seemed to be strung together, so that he was next to other people. As for the old monk, he didn't know where he went.

  He was coughing. In the dark, he looked down on things, but he heard a lot of breathing. Someone asked with concern: "Are you sick?"

  Yao Guangxiao said softly: "Ahem...you are also medical practitioners, can you see what kind of disease this little monk is?"

  The people in the dark were silent for a while, and one of them said: "There are no doctors here. I am a cook, so I don't know how to see patients."

  Yao Guangxiao: "..."

  Another said: "I... I was carrying the big shit... I was fine... and I was caught."

Everyone was chattering, but it was the cook who said before: "Hey, I know that the medical households in this county, who can really cure diseases, don't have much money? Even if they don't open a medical clinic, it won't help. They will also be hired. They have money in their hands, how can they be willing to apply for it? Give the county guard a little money, and the county people will arrest us to make up the money?"

   As he spoke, there was a bit of anxiety in his voice: "I...what should I do? I went out to buy meat and vegetables for the store, but I was caught halfway through, and the owner is still waiting for me to cook for the guests."

Faintly, someone was crying, crying and saying: "I'm going to fetch medicine for my mother, halfway there, when I see me carrying the medicine, tell me that I'm a doctor, and then I won't arrest you here. "

  Yao Guangxiao opened his mouth, but felt that his throat was very uncomfortable, subconsciously said: "Water, water..."

   Someone said: "There is no water here..."

  Someone was kind, and the shed was not strictly controlled, so someone desperately stretched out a hand, trying to find a way to catch some Yelu, and then put his hand into Yao Guangxiao's mouth, and Yao Guangxiao licked it a few mouthfuls.

  The man asked concerned: "Is it better?"

  Yao Guangxiao only chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha."

   Then someone said in surprise: "I didn't expect it to be a monk, monk... I... what should we do? Please pray to the Buddha to bless us."

  Yao Guangxiao sighed, and said softly: "Buddha does not save those who have no destiny."

  Someone said eagerly: "We are predestined, if we are predestined, on weekdays, we all make offerings to Bodhisattvas and Buddhas."

  Yao Guangxiao didn't feel any resentment, he just thought it was ridiculous, but he said calmly: "If you don't cross, you won't cross. If it crosses you, why are you here today?"

   "Maybe we committed sins in our previous life." Someone timidly said.

  Yao Guangxiao didn't answer their words, he started to chant scriptures, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

  It was the next day.

  Lieutenant Liu led his guards to **** them to set off.

  Medical households, one by one, are like animals, tied into a string with ropes, and the guards press the knives at their waists or hold a ruler to urge them to go.

  Yao Guangxiao staggered. He hadn't eaten anything since he was arrested, and he was even more hungry now.

  Someone pleaded to the officer: "Please do me a favor, give it to those who stutter, and go on the road when you are full."

  The officer squinted and said: "That's not true. When you arrive in Fucheng, you will naturally have something to eat. If everyone wants to open their mouths, how much rice will it waste?"

   After traveling for more than ten miles, someone fell down with a thud.

  Everyone exclaimed suddenly.

   Lieutenant Liu showed displeasure, and the guards hurriedly tested him, saying: "I have no pulse, I'm afraid he died of illness."

  So he untied it familiarly, threw the corpse to the side of the road, and continued to urge to go.

  On the road, there was another child-like person who couldn't walk anymore, and refused to go again.

  The guard took the ruler and beat him hard. The young man was bruised and bruised all over his body, and he began to cry.

  Everyone said: "Forget it, let him go, please let him go."

  That individual had pity and pleading in his eyes, but Lieutenant Liu's eyes were looking elsewhere.

  The other guards said viciously: "This trickster did this on purpose because he wanted to escape! Let him go? Hmph, if we let go, then we will be the ones to suffer."

   Then there was another round of punching and kicking, and finally the boy howled and wailed: "Don't hit, don't hit anymore, I'll go, I'll go..."

   One of the guards still couldn't let go of his hatred, so he raised his ruler and slammed it on his head. The young man let out a muffled grunt, and lay down directly, never moving again.

Lieutenant Liu came over on horseback, glared at the officer, and shouted angrily: "Why do you do this? Your salary, your people's fat and people's anointment, these are your parents, even if there are fierce ones, you can't do it." Killed."

  The officers begged for mercy.

  Lieutenant Liu Xian said indifferently: "There must be no next time."

   In this way, all the doctors are honest. Even if they are hungry or some people are sick, they still grit their teeth and never dare to relax.

   Along the way, while urinating, suddenly a few young and strong people rushed towards the mountain stream not far from the official road. In the blink of an eye, they all escaped into the forest, and soon there was no trace of them.

  It turned out that these people had already untied the ropes quietly, waiting for the opportunity, and prepared to escape when they saw the opportunity.

  The officials chased after him in a hurry, but obviously they couldn't catch up in the end, so they had to come back angrily cursing.

  Lieutenant Liu Xian was even more furious, and snorted coldly: "Go back and check their details, if you can run away, monks can't run away from the temple."

  Officials also shouted and scolded one after another.

   Along the way, several people couldn't hold on anymore. An old man in his sixties suddenly clutched his heart, fell to the ground, and twitched suddenly.

   Seeing him like this, the official had no choice but to ignore him.

  Yao Guangxiao no longer chanted sutras for others, and lowered his head, only desperately following them. I don't know how long I walked, and I almost fainted several times. When it was getting late, I finally arrived at Fucheng.

  Then Liuxian Lieutenant immediately went to Rizhao Mill Institute to apply for transfer documents, led them, and someone counted them.

  According to the numbers, there are thirty-nine medical households in this batch.

The officer in charge of Yiwen looked at Lieutenant Liu and said with a smile: "Lieutenant Liu, you have figured out the number. There are thirty-nine people in the mansion, and you really sent thirty-nine people here, not many of them." , a lot."

Lieutenant Liu Xian was triumphant, and tried his best to put on a modest look and said: "How dare you slack off the orders from the mansion. In fact, there were forty-seven people when they came, but some of them were lost in the middle. If you are a god, you already guessed that you can’t give it according to the amount, so you have to prepare more, and you see, this will come in handy.”

  The official didn't ask any more questions, but said, "Why do they have such disheveled faces?"

  Liu Xianwei said: "Who said there are dishes? It is clear that they are well fed along the way. When we came here, we brought two stones of rice and twenty catties of meat."

  The official didn't ask any more questions, and quickly processed the document transfer. Lieutenant Liu sent a piece of silver to the official with a familiar face, and said with a smile, "Drink tea."

  The official just nodded: "Don't stay in Fucheng, there have been a few sick people recently, but I don't know if it's the plague."

  Lieutenant Liu County was startled suddenly, even his face turned pale, and he said with a little panic: "There is really a plague..."

"What do you think?"

   Lieutenant Liu County suddenly felt his hair stand on end, and said: "I thought it was a coincidence..."

  He didn't go on with the rest of the words, and hurriedly led the people away.

  …

   "Ahem..."

  When I arrived in the mansion, the situation was not much better, because I was still detained in a firewood room behind the Zhaomo Institute.

  Yao Guangxiao's condition became more and more serious, lying there, motionless, staring blankly in one direction, as if he was reviewing something.

  How magnificent his life was. At the beginning, the little monk who only wanted to fill his stomach became famous all over the world. How many romantic figures in the world are included in his calculations.

  The common people are chess pieces, and I am a chess player. Every time I make a chess piece, I can teach the world to change into another look.

  Now, the chess player is getting old, and it becomes difficult for him to breathe even when he is so old. He touched his shriveled belly.

   Someone begged the guards outside: "Give me something to eat."

"This is impossible." The guard outside said: "When the county sent you here, they gave you two stones of rice and twenty catties of meat. How can you eat again? Are you gluttonous? You only know every day Eat, eat, eat, even if I wait for an errand, I may not be able to see a few pieces of meat."

  Doctors still want to explain.

   But someone shouted: "If you eat it, then what shall we eat? Well, we can't break the rules. Once the rules are broken, we will starve. If we are poor, don't make things difficult for you."

  Yao Guangxiao shook his head, only feeling that his consciousness became more and more blurred.

  He muttered in his mouth: "Mother...Mother..."

  The doctors huddled in the corner, no one paid any attention to him.

  Yao Guangxiao said: "Mother... Mother... Sister... Sister..."

  Yao Guangxiao once thought that when he was dying, what he was thinking must be the country's major policy, or some kind of conspiracy.

  But what filled his mind at this time was his mother who had passed away long ago, and his sister who had married far away and could not forgive him.

  His cloudy eyes desperately opened, but there was darkness in front of him, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

  But at this moment, there seemed to be a ray of light.

   With this ray of light in front of Yao Guangxiao, he seemed to see his mother, who was still the same as decades ago.

She smiled at Yao Guangxiao, just like when Yao Guangxiao was a child, gently stroking Yao Guangxiao's back, she opened her mouth and murmured softly, faintly saying: "My child, I know you have suffered a lot and suffered a lot, It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

  Yao Guangxiao smiled like a child at this time, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound, but he knew in his heart that he was saying, "Mom, my whole body hurts, please scratch me."

  He tried his best to raise his hand, to reach out and touch the beam of light, but the light seemed to be far away, getting farther and farther away.

  Yao Guangxiao's pupils contracted, and he yelled with fear in his heart, and then tears fell like rain from his cloudy eyes.

   All of a sudden, he seemed to cheer up, and suddenly he felt no pain in his body, and the feeling of hunger disappeared.

  He turned over and sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and said loudly, "Amitabha, you are so good."

  He suddenly said this, startling all the doctors around him.

  Yao Guangxiao smiled immediately.

   "Monk, monk..."

   Someone shook Yao Guangxiao.

  But found that Yao Guangxiao's body was stiff.

   Someone sniffed his breath lightly.

   Then sighed: "This monk is dead."

   "He is luckier than us. After all, he has become a monk and has read scriptures. He can be reborn into a good family in his next life, unlike us who don't know how much suffering we will have to suffer in our next life."

   No one sighs, but only people are jealous and envious.

  In the eyes of many people, death is just an ordinary thing.

  …

  It was just dawn.

   Some guards came in and found the dead Yao Guangxiao. The guards cursed bad luck, and also scolded Lieutenant Liu for picking such old and weak people, and then asked someone to carry his body, and someone took the opportunity to **** on him.

  One of them found a hard thing in Yao Guangxiao's leggings.

  Like copper, but also like iron.

  The guard was overjoyed, and hurriedly untied the leggings, only to find that it was an iron plate.

The guard vaguely recognized the words on it, many of which he didn't know, and read in his mouth: "In the ninth month of the first year of Yongle, the emperor bestowed an iron certificate on Yao Guangxiao's Danshu, the monk recorder Zuo Shanshi. Yao Guangxiao is loyal, righteous, pure and good General, I swear to you: Except for treason and disobedience, if anyone commits a capital crime, I will spare you once, and I will reward you..."

  The more the guard read, the harder it was, until he realized that the guard's hands were weak, and his limp hands clenched, and he dropped the iron scroll to the ground.

  The officer sat here paralyzed as if he had seen a ghost, and the officers beside him were all too shocked to speak.

   "This...this is..."

   "Danshu Iron Coupon..."

  Danshu Iron Coupon...Whoever wins this coupon has made great achievements in the world.

   What's more... there are names and surnames on it, and it is clearly written... Yao Guangxiao, Zuo Shanshi, the monk recorder.

   "Could it be... this person stole Duke Yao's..."

   But when they looked at the white-bearded monk, they couldn't imagine that this was the gentleman on the beam.

  And this person's monk status and age are indeed the same as the one in the legend.

  Finally, there was a terrified voice, and he said anxiously: "Quick, hurry up and report."

  But another human said: "Shhh, remember first, don't leak the news, I will never say it, go and report to the county first."

"Yep."

Soon after.

  Xuancheng county magistrate Wu Zhizhan rushed to the magistrate's office in a distraught state.

  Xuancheng County is Chengguan County, and the government office of Ningguo Prefecture is also located here. The so-called three lives are unfortunate, and the county magistrate is attached to Guo. It means that Fuguo County and the magistrate's government office work in the same place, which is basically equivalent to an angry little daughter-in-law.

However, since Wu Zhizhan came here with Jian Yi, his situation has greatly improved. After all, the magistrate is a heavenly official with a high position and authority, and he lives next to him. Report, show your face more, let Mr. Jian remember himself, and worry about having no future in the future?

  But now, Wu Zhizhan has no thoughts at all.

  With a pale complexion, he arrived at the signing room first.

   It was Jian Yi’s protégé Wu Huan who signed the mortgage for the landlord. Wu Huan raised his head and glanced at Wu Zhizhan. Although he had no official status, he was quite airy.

  But today, Wu Zhizhan didn't have the slightest intention to be polite to him, and said directly, "Where is Mr. Jian?"

  Wu Huan showed displeasure on his face, and was about to speak.

  Wu Zhizhan said with an ugly face: "Something happened, the sky is falling."

  Wu Huan looked even more displeased, frowned and said, "The sky is falling, and Mr. Jian is here."

  Wu Huan looked at Wu Zhizhan with disdain, and showed an angry face at Wu Zhizhan's fuss.

  Wu Zhizhan was in a hurry and said, "I'm going to add Mr. Jian now."

   "Wait for me to report." Wu Huan said calmly, he planned to let Wu Zhizhan air, and teach this guy to see how powerful he is.

  Wu Zhizhan saw what Wu Huan was thinking, but thought it was ridiculous, so he laughed and said, "Where can you report it? I will go by myself."

  At that moment, he walked out of the signing room angrily, and rushed to the court.

   Wu Huan hurriedly chased after him.

  Wu Zhizhan didn't see Jian Yi in court, so he turned to go to the government office.

  Wu Huan said angrily from behind: "Wu Zhizhan, you mustn't be rude."

  Wu Zhizhan ignored it, and finally found Jian Yi who was writing in the small study in the dormitory.

  Jian Yi didn't feel angry and pretentious, he just raised his head and glanced at Wu Zhizhan who barged in, then continued to draw his pen and said, "I never thought that an unexpected visitor would come."

After a pause, he continued: "It's just right for you to come. Let's take a look at Liu Wenxin's running script. His running script has improved again. Of course, the improvement of running script is a small skill after all. But he excerpted Li Shen's first poem "Pian Nong" Poetry, but it is just what I want, please sit down and serve tea."

  (end of this chapter)