Chapter 224: Do you want me to bring you the divorce letter
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It rained on the second day of the beginning of winter.
The first heavy rain since autumn fell in winter. The mountains
were covered with rain.
But Jiang Changtian still went out.
He brought a small bottle - a young lady with a sword in her pocket and wearing a black cloak.
The young lady said every day that she wanted to travel the world and do justice.
Maybe she had read too many novels.
Where can a woman go when she is in a hurry to poop? Sleeping
in the open air all the way will damage her skin, which will be very dark from the sun.
She walks a lot, so her feet are big and her legs are thick. Moreover,
she has no fixed place to live outside, so she has to carry her own bags. After carrying a bag for a long time, her shoulders become broad and her hands become stiff.
Most female heroes are strong, dark and thick, even stronger than men, and they look androgynous.
They don't look like women.
But Jiang Changtian didn't say that to his daughter. Everyone should have dreams.
It's up to her.
If she really wants a world of martial arts, he can create one for her.
The rain stopped around noon. But
the road was very slippery.
Jiang Mianmian walked very carefully.
The soles of her shoes were a little too slippery at this time.
Jiang Mianmian was a little worried about her father, although sometimes he was so handsome that she forgot his age.
But think about it, in ancient times, her father was definitely middle-aged.
Jiang Mianmian walked a few steps and turned back to shout: "Dad, slow down."
"I'm fine, you take care."
Then Jiang Mianmian puffed and slipped out.
She fell and sat on her butt.
The black one was especially conspicuous, but it didn't hurt.
Jiang Changtian lifted up the girl and said, "Look at the road when you walk, don't look at daddy."
"It's not painful, not at all." Jiang Mianmian said with a smile.
Pang Ya was frightened.
Pang Ya wanted to carry her master, but Jiang Mianmian didn't let her.
Zhang Weibiao wanted to carry his old master, but Jiang Changtian refused. Thank you, I'm not old.
On weekdays, if Mianmian didn't go out, Zhang Weibiao would follow Jiang Changtian out, mainly because he looked strong and fierce. If he was someone else's family, he would be very scared, but if he was his own family, he would feel very safe.
Mianmian got up and held her father's hand and continued to move forward.
Fortunately, the muddy road was only a short section, and it should have collapsed before, so there was a lot of mud in this section.
There was grass on the road ahead, and it was not so slippery if you stepped on the grass.
But after walking for a long time, the hem of the skirt and shoes would get wet.
The grass was trampled to the ground, and when the person in front left, it slowly stretched out again. Time repaired, and soon, no trace of pedestrians could be seen.
When there was no muddy road, Jiang Mianmian took out her sword again, oh no, it was to draw the sword. This posture is also very important. You have to look cool, and be careful not to cut the people around you.
Anyway, there is an angle. If the angle is not controlled well, you can't pull it out, which affects your coolness.
If the movement is too large, it is easy to accidentally hurt comrades. Before you attack the enemy, our comrades-1.
Jiang Mianmian doesn't know whether the swordsmanship is powerful or not. She has already mastered the preliminarily big show-off technique, draw the sword.
Jiang Mianmian drew out the sword and began to hit the flowers and grass on the roadside.
But it was winter, there were fewer flowers and more grass.
The sword chopped on the grass, making a rustling sound, which was very pleasant to hear.
She was like a hardworking pioneer, swinging the sword non-stop.
Jiang Changtian was in a bad mood when he went to the temple because he was going to see his brother.
But looking at the little Mianmian in front of him, who was covered in mud and happily swinging the sword with a smile on her face, Jiang Changtian's hard and dark heart softened and became cheerful unconsciously.
Hearing her unconsciously dubbing her sword.
"Wow! Ha!"
Jiang Changtian's mouth corners were already raised.
There were originally many temples in Jingzhou.
There were also two super large temples, Shangqiuyuan and Guizhen Temple.
After Shangqiuyuan was gone, Guizhen Temple became the largest taxpayer in Jingzhou. The taxes paid by Guizhen Temple alone were enough to support the urban construction of a prefectural city.
Guizhen Temple not only actively paid taxes, but many people also returned to secular life because they envied the strong men who always worked out at the gate of the temple, and worked out together. Guizhen
Temple not only actively paid taxes and actively imported strong and literate talents into society, but also actively returned excess land. After all, there were fewer people, so they certainly didn't need that much land. It was taken from the people and returned to the people.
The taxes paid by Guizhen Temple supported the urban construction of a city.
The land returned by Guizhen Temple supports half of the city's population.
As the largest temple, it has set an example. Shouldn't the more than 100 temples, big and small, follow suit?
Buddha is merciful, good, good!
Therefore, Jiang Sima was affectionately called Jiang Lao Mo in the Jingzhou Buddhist community.
The cordial Jiang Sima brought his little girl to a small temple in the mountains.
When they arrived at the temple gate, they saw a tall, long-haired man sweeping the floor with a broom.
The temple gate is not big, but not small.
But after the beginning of winter, there are a lot of fallen leaves. After
the rain, the floor is very wet, and the fallen leaves stick to the ground. It is very difficult to sweep them off. The more you sweep, the tighter they stick.
He still swept one by one.
It seems that the purpose is not important, but the process is important.
The main purpose of the sweeping monk is to make the sweep look good, and it doesn't matter whether the sweep is clean or not.
When the young monk in the temple heard that someone was coming, he was ready to go out to see what was going on. But he saw Jiang Jiang Jiang Old Demon. He wanted to close the Buddhist door immediately, turn around and leave.
He went to report to the abbot.
But the abbot scolded the young monk: "Others call him Jiang Old Demon. After he came to Jingzhou, there was no more except Shangqiuyuan. The big monks in Guizhen Temple became thinner, and the people became fatter. What does it have to do with us small temples? We were suppressed by Guizhen Temple Shangqiuyuan before, and we didn't look like a proper temple. Now it's better. There are pilgrims occasionally. It's much better than before. Do you want to eat greasy leftovers or clean meals you cook yourself?"
The abbot tidied up his robes and went out to greet the guests.
Jiang Changtian looked at his elder brother, who was wearing an old monk's robe that had been washed so much that it had turned white, sweeping the floor earnestly. He said, "Brother, I'm going to the capital, so I came to say goodbye to you."
Jiang Huaisheng was still sweeping the floor.
"Mother and Wan'er have already arrived. I heard that Wan'er is playing tricks on me, pretending to be a goddess and a fairy, and can tell fortunes. Brother, you know that I hate ghosts and spirits the most in my life. Don't worry, when I get to the capital, I will teach her a lesson for you."
Jiang Huaisheng continued to sweep the floor.
"I heard that my sister-in-law has become the concubine of the Korean crown prince. By the way, you still owe me a divorce letter. I have to divorce you first before I can marry again. It is definitely wrong to marry directly, even if he is the emperor's nephew. The emperor did something wrong. I will go to the capital and seek justice for you as long as I have the opportunity. But my brother has become a monk now. Monks are free from all desires. Have you written the divorce letter? I can bring it to you."
Jiang Huaisheng continued to sweep the floor, sweeping the leaf on the ground in front of him vigorously. The leaf had been swept to pieces by the bamboo strips.
The host came out.
He was a thin old man.
"The devil's entrustment"
Oh no, it was a slip of the tongue.
"Amitabha."
"Master Jiang, I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. What is your business?" the host asked respectfully.
"I am here to visit my elder brother. He became a monk in your temple. You did not do a good job. Even my elder brother, since he became a monk, it is not appropriate for him to keep his
hair and beard. The court has issued regulations and laws, not allowing Buddhists to accept lay disciples to rely on them and take the opportunity to evade taxes." "Yes, yes, yes, donor Huaisheng is very intelligent. We have chosen an auspicious day and are preparing to ordain him. We never rely on lay disciples here. We pay taxes according to the population and never evade taxes."
Sima Jiang asked: "Which day is the auspicious day?"
The host counted with his fingers and said, "Today."
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