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On the banks of the river of spring sorrow, the sunset is everywhere.

The ancient willows on both sides of the river reflect the clear and blue water.

When boats travel on the river, most of them travel to the river to enjoy the scenery.

Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again, and the wind is slightly cool.

Some people from other provinces came to Beijing sat on the boat and pointed to a high tower on the shore and asked, "Aren't this north shore all flower buildings? When did there be more towers coming out?"

The boatman who was carrying the boat stroked his snow-white beard and asked with a smile: "I'm afraid the guest hasn't been to Beijing in the past three years, right?"

The guest smiled and said embarrassedly: "To be honest, I came to the capital once six years ago. Since then, because it is not peaceful, I have never entered Beijing again."

After all, the six armies had a mutiny and the plague in the capital was indeed turbulent for a long time.

"No wonder, this tower was built more than two years ago." The steward said justice: "It's not long since it's been built."

"What kind of tower is this? How could it be built here?" the guest asked.

"Although the tower is engraved with a name called the Pagoda, we are all used to calling it the Ghost Tower." The steward said justice: "You might as well guess by listening to the name."

"How to get such a name?" The guest suddenly felt curious: "It seems like he was an excuse to eliminate evil."

"You said just now that the north bank is a place of fireworks. The tower site was originally the Chuyao Pavilion, the largest flower building in the capital. Five years ago, there was a fire here and dozens of people were burned to death. Since then, it has not been peaceful. Every time it rains, there will be crying, and people dare not go there at night."

"Is this tower really built to suppress ghosts?" The guest looked clear.

"It's not for the purpose of suppressing ghosts, but for the purpose of relieving the dead souls." The shipman corrected: "To be honest, these people died very pitiful."

"So that's it! This tower was built by the imperial court, right?" The guest looked at the towering tower, and it was believed that only the government could have such a move.

"No, how can the government have time to ask about these matters?" The shipman laughed.

"Who built that?" The guest couldn't help but ask: "This is a matter of accumulating merits."

"He is a monk." Justice.

"Monk..." The guest thought for a while and said, "It must be a great monk. These people always responded to each other. As long as they took a head, a large number of incense owners would naturally give them silver."

"The guest was wrong again. This is a monk who has recently become a monk, not a famous monk." The shipkeeper proudly continued to keep an eye on him: "From the day he became a monk, he has begged for alms to build this pagoda."

"According to what you said, I guess this monk owes a romantic debt!" The guest laughed.

The shipkeeper laughed and didn't explain.

The ship drifted along the water and gradually threw the tower behind him.

The pagoda was built by Monk Yinkong begged for alms and lasted for two years.

He is different from other monks because before he became a monk, he was a noble son-in-law and a genius doctor loved by the people.

People in the world may not know Monk Yin Kong, but they must have heard of the name of Prince Lantai.

When Princess Yushan loved him but couldn't get it, Zen Master Wuxiang from Dafeng Temple mediated and made a three-year appointment.

When the three-year period expires, Sima Lantai is still as heart-warming as iron.

Princess Yushan's heart was also cold, not to mention that there was the current prince consort on the other side, asking about his well-being and being low-key.

But after all, it is always too deep to get out.

In the end, Sima Lantai said that he would cut his hair into a monk, and the princess broke off her obsession.

As expected, Sima Lantai became a monk and worshipped Zen Master Wuxiang as his master, with the Dharma name Yinkong.

This result is naturally sad, but before everyone can recover, Monk Yinkong began begging for alms everywhere.

Since the Chuyao Pavilion was burned, it has become a pile of ruins, no one has ever cared about it or operated it, although everyone disliked the inauspiciousness of this place.

Monk Yin Kong wanted to build a tower here, so it would be easy to collect enough silver.

Although he has become a monk, the Sima family still has power.

Besides, even if you don’t want to ask for anything else, it’s too easy to build a tower based on the Sima family.

Even if he put aside the Sima family, he should have saved a lot of money just by practicing medicine for many years.

But he neither used his savings nor accepted the funding of anyone who was an official in the current dynasty, nor did he beg for alms twice. In this way, things that were originally easy became less easy.

But after all, he is loved by others. The people remember the kindness he had back then. Although there was not much, the drip of water turned into a sea and the soil made of mountains. In less than a year, he had already collected enough money to build the tower.

Monk Yinkong not only begs for alms to build towers, but also carries bricks and walls by himself, doing the same rough work as masons.

Many people felt heartbroken. The most noble son of the capital and a famous doctor in the Daxia Kingdom not only became a monk but also a bricklayer.

Therefore, Princess Yushan has become increasingly bad in the people.

People think that she bullies others with her power and forces Sima Lantai to marry her, but she is jealous and kills Su Haoyi.

It also caused dozens of people in Chuyao Pavilion to die.

What is even more disgusting is that she did not end up with Sima Lantai.

Sima Lantai had just broken her hair, and she got married to Yun Qing.

Some mean people joked that the princess was afraid of being cold in the bed and could not bear it for a moment.

Everyone nearby knows that on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, Monk Yinkong comes here to burn incense.

As expected, as night fell, a white-robed monk walked slowly.

There are many temples in Tiandu, and monks can be seen everywhere.

But no one is as tall and outstanding as him, and is cautious and outspoken.

Behind him was a monk in black, and people knew that he was the follower of Yin Kong before he became a monk.

The two of them came to the pagoda, but there were already people praying.

The man was a nun, wearing a gray monk's robe, and was only in his twenties. Although he was not stained with dew, he could still see his beautiful face and charming figure.

At this time, she was chanting scriptures with her hands clasped against the pagoda gate.

I was not moved when I heard someone coming. I read a passage of scripture in a hurry before turning around.

Sima Lantai bowed to her and gave the Buddha's tribute, and she also returned the tribute.

This master, the name of the Master, Jingxu, was also a great deal of effort when she built the tower and raised funds.

The two met, but they did not say anything even though they bowed, but the situation looked like they were old friends for many years.

Master Jingxu was walking on the street. At this time, the sky was getting dark, with lights and wine everywhere, singing and laughing.

But she turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye, treating all these as if they were ignorant.

An uninformed guest was squinting his drunken eyes, staring at the delicate curves under the monk's robe, intending to come forward to tease him.

But he was persuaded by the girl beside him and stopped: "This one cannot be provoked."

"It's just a pretty little nun. What's the big deal?" The guest spoke in Xizhou dialect.

"This is not an ordinary nun," the girl smiled: "She was a princess before she became a monk."

"Princess? Is the princess also a monk?" The guest didn't believe it.
Chapter completed!