Under Hua Jiunan's gentle comfort, Ghost Buddha Faceless disappeared little by little.
As the "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons" completely faded away, only Xiao Wuxin's face was left with blood and tears.
"Namo Amitabha, brother, the young monk almost fell into a nightmare."
Hua Jiunan used her sleeve to gently wipe away the tears on Wuxin's pudgy face.
"It's okay. My brother always has nightmares. When he wakes up, everything is over."
Chen Daji cautiously came up and made sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost, Buddha, and faceless, and then he dared to point at Fan Ju and Xu Fu and laugh.
"Bald brother, you just had a nightmare that almost scared the shit out of these two old men, hahaha!"
When Xiao Wuxin heard this, his pink face was full of apologies.
"Namo Amitabha."
"I'm sorry, little monk, but I hope the two donors will forgive me."
Fan Ju and Xu Fu are both great masters of their generation.
People like them may have shortcomings in some aspects, but they have the bearing of a great master.
Hearing this, he smiled and nodded: "You're welcome, Master."
"It's a pity that my Zongheng lineage (alchemists) is not good at tempting and enlightening, so I can't help the master escape from the boundless sea of suffering."
While saying this, Fan Ju secretly thought:
How can we take advantage of the inner demonic barrier of the Wuxin little monk and give Hua Jiuyi a fatal blow at the critical moment...
Still the same sentence: Never have any good illusions about your enemies at any time.
If so, it’s not far from failure!
Qin Huali, as the second generation of Mohists, traveled around the world and Buddhism had not yet spread to China.
Therefore, I don’t understand the existence of Xiao Wuxin at all.
The so-called don't tell lies in front of real people.
After Hua Jiunan softly explained to Qin Huali, the Mohist Juzi fell into deep thought.
After a moment, he sighed and took out a blank bamboo slip from the cloth bag he carried with him.
Pick up a pen and write eight big characters on it, like a knife cutting with an axe:
A gentleman in ancient times corrected his mistakes.
As the last stroke fell, the awe-inspiring righteousness in the sky came from the bamboo slips.
Hua Jiunan was stunned when he saw this:
Why is the great scholar of the Mohist family still a great scholar? !
But then I thought of Qin Huali's experience and felt relieved.
The only people in the world who can bring together the great masters of Confucianism and Mohism at the same time are the one in front of me and the legendary Mozi!
Qin Huali handed the bamboo slip in her hand to Xiao Wuxin and said with a smile.
"I have been rotten for too long, and now I have nothing left to gain."
"This is just a word to each other, and you and I can encourage each other."
Xiao Wuxin looked at Hua Jiunan, and when her brother nodded, he took it with both hands respectfully.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The elders dare not say goodbye to this gift. The young monk is here to express his thanks."
Qin Huali looked at the polite, kind and docile Xiao Wuxin, and then at the bow-legged, fish-eyed, pale green face Chen Daji, feeling secretly in her heart.
Alas, what a pity!
The monk in front of me finally believed in the "foreign religion". If not, he would be the best successor to me in Mo City!
Qin Huali's eyes looked slightly regretful, but in Chen Daji's eyes, they had "something else."
Hey, the old man is so pitiful. For such a big deal, he hasn't sold a single item in thousands of years.
How much money do you have to pay!
Master Ji, I must let him open today!
Just do what you say, we are not immoral anyway...
"Uncle Qin, if you buy all the things in front of you, how much virtue will you get?"
"You do the math for us. If we don't have enough, we can borrow some from Master Ba first..."
Without waiting for Chang Baye to start scolding, Chen Daji once again brought out his true nature as the landlord's silly son to the extreme.
Xiao Dirty waved his hand and said carelessly.
"Boss, there are more than a hundred households in our village, right?"
"Then let's buy a hundred wooden donkeys first, and give one to each house when we go back. Then we won't have to carry it ourselves when we go up the mountain to collect firewood, hey!"
When Qin Huali saw this, she was both happy and helpless.
He explained with a smile.
"Young general, you don't know. According to the rules of Mo City, each distinguished guest can only exchange his own virtue for three items."
After the Mohist Juzi finished speaking, he took out a simple scale from his arms.
In the middle of the scale are engraved two ancient small characters "human heart".
"The so-called justice lies in the heart of the people."
"Whatever item the young general likes, put it on one end of the scale."
"Then the 'human heart' will naturally absorb your virtue until the scale is balanced."
"That's it..." After hearing this, Chen Daji spoke sincerely to persuade Qin Huali.
"Uncle Qin, how can anyone buy something from a pole and we still don't sell it?!"
"If you do this business, you'll lose all your pants!"
Note: The balance, as a kind of weighing instrument, was produced earlier.
By the late Spring and Autumn Period, the manufacturing technology of balances and weights had become quite sophisticated.
Bamboo pieces are used as beams, silk threads are used as handles, and a copper plate is hung at each end.
Later, because it was troublesome to weigh heavy objects with a balance, it was changed to "quan", and a balance was only used when weighing small objects.
