Chapter 36 Five Ghosts Move Money
There is a town at the foot of Anming Temple. This town originally had no name. Later, Anming Temple became famous far and wide, and the town was called Anming Town.
This is the closest to the Qingzhou Pass. It was originally a transit point for trade between Qingzhou and Xuzhou. The townspeople were extremely wealthy. However, after the famine in Xuzhou, people there didn’t have enough to eat, let alone what to bring with them. Bupi Venison came over to trade live fish and rice.
The people in the town could only start a business as a passerby, or they could gather a few bold and wealthy businessmen to sell grain to Xuzhou.
When Zuo Chen and the others drove a donkey cart into the town, the town was quite lively. Walking along the street, there were people selling rice, cloth, candied haws, and others. Setting up a stall on the street to tell fortunes.
The level of noise is naturally incomparable to that of Qingzhou City, but it also has a different flavor.
While walking on the road, Zuo Chen saw Caiyi drooling while staring at the candied haws, so he walked up to the dealer, took out a few copper coins, and bought two bunches of hawthorns and one bunch of dates.
The hawthorn was handed to Caiyi, while he ate the hawthorn. The sugar coating was boiled with raw sugar. It was a little astringent and dry in the mouth. It was not too delicious, but it was definitely not difficult to say. eat.
“Shopkeeper, there are a lot of people in our town.”
After Zuo Chen chewed two pieces of wild dates, he asked the dealer in front of him. The dealer was counting money and listened to Zuo Chen’s question. Immediately smile:
"That's natural. Thanks to the Anming Temple on the mountain, rich gentlemen around will come here to burn incense. Naturally, the gentlemen cannot buy another property in the town, so they will live in a nearby inn and wait for them to come out. We can earn some money just by wandering around.
"In addition, we can also get some spare money from the temple. Do you see the farmland at the foot of the mountain? Those are the fields of Anming Temple, which are rented to surrounding farmers. When the wheat matures, we remove the chaff, send 70% to the farm, and keep 30% for our own use. We are still relatively wealthy. "
Good guy, this place is still a prototype of tourism.
Zuo Chen thought to himself, looking towards the mountain not far away.
On the top of the mountain, the temple There are bursts of golden light, and it looks like the Buddha's light is shining everywhere.
But after Zuo Chen stared at it twice, his brows furrowed.
Ghostly!
There is ghost energy in this temple? !
And this time the ghostly aura seemed even more intense, almost catching up with the fat-headed fish in the river.
It has been a week since he came down from the mountain and entered the world. Zuo Chen can probably figure out that the fat-headed fish is considered to be a capable person among the big beams nowadays. He can make trouble and cause trouble in the right place.
The same is true for the ghost atmosphere in the temple, but Zuo Chen couldn't see anything bad about the lives of the surrounding townspeople.
Seeing that the sun is now gradually going down the mountain, it is estimated that the yin and yang will be divided in a short while. After calculating the time, Zuo Chen drove the donkey towards the foot of the mountain.
When the time comes, they tie the donkey at the foot of the mountain and they go up the mountain. Zuo Chen can also see what the ghostly atmosphere is in the temple on the mountain.
It is a pity that he has not yet developed the magical power of seeing and hearing in all directions. Otherwise, with the wind blowing, he would know whether the temple is bright and beautiful, or whether there is something dirty hidden underneath.
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Monk Xuanmi is sitting in the main hall. Now the entire temple is closed to thank visitors and will not entertain people who come to offer incense for the time being.
No monk dared to peek at Monk Xuanmi in the main hall, so they all gathered around the five skinny bald heads who were carrying the sedan for Xuanmi. They asked questions one by one, in the name of discussing Buddhism, but actually wanted to explore Get to know the bottom of Genmi.
But these people stopped talking after they ordered five bowls of rice. The leader asked for a guest room, and the five of them went in and slept to death. Apparently they were exhausted from carrying rice up the mountain. ,
As a result, An Yi and An Er naturally couldn't ask the feudal king what he was thinking, and it was even more difficult to guess how the disciples should get in this way.
They could only sit face to face in the side hall, dumbfounded to each other.
"Brother, do we have entered King Kang's door?" "Where do I know where to go?" An Yi rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, Master Xuanmi can't leave tomorrow morning, it's too late now , we can't just rush in and ask the master, just wait quietly."
"That's all."
An Er sighed.
The two of them were talking in the inner room and did not realize that the five monks who were sleeping in the upper room all opened their eyes.
They were all in pain, struggled for a while, and then opened their mouths wide, and another version of themselves, slightly smaller than one size, crawled out of the mouth. The skin was red, the tongue was extremely long, the body was hunched over, and the belly was round.
Five weird little monks landed on the ground, chatted a few words, and then hit it off. Each of them grabbed a handful of rice at some point, searched it, and ran out of the house.
Their five goals were very clear. One went to the rice house, one went to the warehouse, and one went to the Sutra Pavilion. The remaining two groped around the yard, and finally found a hidden place under the temple. room.
I went to the rice house and took out a cloth bag, and fished it out from under the rice jars. After removing all the rice, I added loess into it. As soon as the lid was closed, there was white rice inside again. .
But if someone digs out a bowl and steams it in a pot, they can only make a large mound.
Those who went to the warehouse plundered all kinds of small things, tied them in a big cloth bag, put a small bamboo stick through it, slung it on their shoulders, and left like carrying a load.
The person in the Sutra Pavilion had no idea about the various scriptures. He turned around and couldn't find any treasures. He was so anxious that he got angry. In the end, he had no choice but to take off the green lamp in front of the desk.
Finally, there are two little ghosts in the basement. As soon as they arrived here, they saw the house full of gold and silver treasures, and their eyes lit up!
Zhi Jin moved things out one by one, going back and forth seven times before he could move everything clean!
After all the trouble, no one in the temple noticed that the monks were still doing their own things, some were getting ready to rest, and some were eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. The kitchen staff won't be preparing supper tonight, so naturally they don't know that rice bugs have cleaned out the rice vats.
These brats moved all the things into the main hall and stuffed them one by one into the bowl in front of Xuanmi.
Even those seemingly large objects will shrink in size after being placed on the bowl, and finally sink into the sea of rice, disappearing without even bubbling.
After moving for a long time, the five little guys stuffed everything into the bowl before bowing to Xuanmi in a funny manner. Xuanmi snorted and threw the rice prepared by the temple to them.
They cheered loudly, hugged the rice particles on the ground and began to eat them, like hungry ghosts.
After dealing with the carrying kid, Xuanmi stared at the bowl in front of him with satisfaction.
"What King Kang gave us is indeed a good thing! The small rice bowl can actually hold so many things. The magical power left by the capital was really powerful."
After making sure that everything around him had been plundered, Xuan Mi Then he closed his eyes.
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Zuo Chen and Caiyi had arrived at the gate of Anming Temple, but when they arrived, the temple door was closed, with no intention of opening the door.
I was curious and looked at the time. It was clearly afternoon and not dusk. Why was the gate of the mountain temple still closed?
Zuo Chen stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
(End of this chapter)