"A pot of wine, two people drink. I am the younger brother, and Xie (you) is the elder brother. Who should drink, Xie should drink!"
"A crab has eight legs and two eyes as big as each other! It's a pair of treasures, how good they are!"
"Such a big lump!"
"Samsung photo!"
"Such a big lump!"
"Small bench, stand upright at both ends, no one loses and no one wins!"
There are two Eight Immortals tables in the flower hall. Zhao Xin and Chen Jishan led the people from the Yuan Cult through the door, and the dozen or so water bandits who were eating meat, drinking, and fist-fighting became silent immediately. They didn't expect that the Shuoyuanjiao group who were scolding them just now would actually follow them.
A group of water bandits looked askance at a group of believers, no one looked down upon the other. However, the rules on the road must not be broken, and when they meet, they must not undermine each other.
Zhao Xin clasped his fists at a group of water bandits and said: "Everyone, this is Taoist Master Sun and his disciples. Our place is small and we usually don't have many guests. It's rare for everyone to show their respect today, so please forgive me, Taoist Master Sun and the others will sit in another room." One table. If you don't greet me well, you will be offended!"
The second counter looked sideways at Zhao Xin and said, "Who is this again?"
"My surname is Zhao, and I am a Qingke in Zhuangzi. I will help Mr. Xu greet everyone. If there is any inconvenience, please forgive me."
"If the master doesn't come, do you think it's appropriate for you to entertain us as a guest?"
"I'm sorry, a batch of grain has just arrived from Zhuangzi. Mr. Xu took the brother just now to count the grain."
As soon as Zhao Xin said these words, he immediately attracted the greedy eyes of the people present. The second cabinet asked tentatively: "How much is it?"
"Haha, there are still a few hundred stones."
The second cabinet suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go take a look too."
Zhao Xin persuaded with a smile: "The food is all in the warehouse, so it won't run away. Everyone, eat and drink first. Master Xu will come back with your noble men later, and I will offer you a glass of wine."
The second cabinet wanted to ask again, but the water bandit beside him pulled him to sit down and said: "Second brother, the big cabinet will bring people to bring food in the future. I'm sorry they don't dare to play tricks! Good wine and food are rare in this season." !”
Chen Jishan and Li Erkui took advantage of this time to carry a screen over and separate the two Eight Immortals tables. An action team member disguised as a servant brought over another dish.
Smelling the aroma of wine and meat coming from the other side of the screen, several members of the Shu Yuan Cult were also greedy and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Zhao Xin said to the middle-aged man who called himself Taoist Master Sun: "Is there any taboo between Taoist Master and the disciples when they eat?"
"This... I won't eat meat, but wine and meat are fine."
Zhao Xin nodded and said: "That's good. I'll make arrangements right away. Please sit down for a moment."
Not long after, Li Erkui, Chen Jishan and two other men dressed as servants brought several trays of meat and bowls and chopsticks to the table. However, Zhao Xin came back carrying several bottles of wine that were exactly the same as those drunk by the water bandits next door. When the Taoist named Sun saw the bottle in Zhao Xin's hand, his eyes immediately widened.
Where does this family come from? He actually put the wine in a crystal glass bottle and looked like he didn't care. He originally just wanted to bring his apprentice over to cheat him out of food and drink, scare him with the words in the treasure scroll, and defraud him of some money, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so extravagant!
"Please, everyone, please forgive me for the rush in preparation. Let's have two drinks first, and there will be hot dishes later."
Zhao Xin pretended to pour wine for several people who accepted Yuanjiao, and walked around in a circle. When he came to the pretty woman, he hesitated and asked: "Does this noble lady also drink?"
Daochang Sun said: "It doesn't matter."
The woman's face turned red, she put down the child in her arms and stood up and said, "Sir, you're welcome to kill the little girl. I'll do it myself." While she was speaking, the little girl stood aside with her little head exposed. Staring at the meat dishes on the table.
After everyone poured wine, Zhao Xin picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Today I am destined to be able to make friends with all the immortal masters. I will do it first as a token of respect!"
Daochang Sun looked at the clear and watery wine in his hand, drank it all with a smile, and then praised: "Good wine!"
He looked at Zhao Xin and asked, "Mr. Zhao, does this wine have a name? Where does it come from?"
Zhao Xindao: "Oh, this is produced in the far north. My master likes it for its refreshing taste, so he bought a lot of it from overseas. If the Taoist Master likes it, he will take a look at the Feng Shui of the yard later, and please take a few more bottles with him."
"Okay, okay!" Daochang Sun was extremely happy and nodded repeatedly.
At this time, several believers finished their wine and looked at the meat and vegetables on the table, salivating. Not only did he want to enjoy the meal, but he was also afraid that Zhao Xin would look down upon him, so he had to use chopsticks to carefully stuff it into his mouth.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhao Xin finally asked: "If you dare to ask for your surname, I can go with Mr. Xu to report it clearly."
Taoist Master Sun hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Zhao Xin was cheerful and polite, he said, "I am a poor Taoist named Sun Guiyuan. His Taoist name is Qingfeng Zhenren."
Zhao Xin didn't know at this moment that Sun Guiyuan, who called himself Qingfengzi, was the current leader of Shuoyuan Sect.
In the fifty-fifth year of Kangxi's reign, Zhang Jindou, a native of Changzi County, Shanxi, founded the "Longhua Society", also known as the "Wuwei Jiao", based on the "Litianhou Huijing" left by his father, and called himself the Patriarch of the Yuan Dynasty. In the sixth year of Yongzheng's reign, Zhang Jindou was discovered by the Qing court and was killed. Afterwards, each disciple began to preach to surrounding provinces, and the second disciple, Li Yanwen, taught Zhang Ren. Zhang Ren renamed Shuoyuanjiao "Ronghuahui".
In the 21st year of Qianlong's reign, Zhang Ren was arrested and his disciple Xu Guotai escaped. Xu Guotai later changed the Ronghua Society preached by Zhang Ren to the Shuyuan Sect, preached the Cross Sutra and the Eight-Character Mantra, and spread the message that "Ten sects have the right way to teach, ten people work together to carry a burden, ten people agree with Xijiang Yue, shoot bows and arrows" to Chang'an" rumors.
In the thirty-ninth year of Qianlong's reign, the Shuanyuan religion was cracked down by the government in Henan, and Xu Guotai and a number of other key members were executed. The disciple Sun Guiyuan managed to escape. After living incognito for ten years, Sun Guiyuan became more and more convulsive as he lived. He was so poor that he could no longer survive. He recalled that Shuoyuanjiao could recruit disciples and make money, so he made Zhan Zhenglin and others his disciples and began to cheat money along the way.
Some "scholars" in later generations believe that the founders of ancient folk religions and their enthusiastic disseminators were "outstanding" folk religionists and elite figures with outstanding religious talents.
Stop blaspheming the religious spirit! These people would go far enough to call themselves money-makers par excellence.
Historically, most of the founders and propagators of folk religions belonged to the poor class who lived extremely poor lives, and some were even typical local hooligans. These people have a low economic status, cannot guarantee their own livelihood, have a low social status, and cannot praise their moral character.
They are simply unable to provide relief to others, let alone hold the noble sentiment of "saving all sentient beings from suffering". Their so-called founding and missionary work is not so much a religious pursuit as it is using people's religious beliefs to find an effective way to improve their economic and social status.
Founding, preaching, collecting money, and getting rid of poverty and becoming rich are their most primitive mentality. Throughout the ages, these people have followed the same path (in modern times, these folk sects have suddenly transformed into either a certain master or a certain lecturer; what's more, they have set up a certain spiritual class.)
For example, Mrs. Hu Zhang (yes! She is a woman), the third generation leader of Shuoyuan Sect, once donated 120 taels of silver to donate a supervising student for her son. Liu Ruhan, the leader of the Bagua Cult, donated money to become the magistrate of Shanxian County, Shandong Province, and actually served as the magistrate for more than ten years.
Of course, in addition to money, beauty is also a by-product of their missionary work.
Historically, Wu Sanniang, who became a disciple and joined the Qingshui Sect because she was grateful for Wang Lun's healing grace, was named Wang Lun's adopted daughter, and was actually Wang Lun's mistress; and Wang Lun had more than one mistress.
Wang Hui, the leader of the Hunyuan Sect, once publicly said to his followers: "If I achieve my ambition, everyone will benefit... Those who have money will give alms, and those who have no money will always have the same merit."
As for the White Lotus Rebellion in the Qing Dynasty, it was mostly because the government discovered their secret money-making activities and was forced to rebel. However, they were lucky enough to successfully attack the government! Then, one by one of these believers, they all dreamed of changing dynasties, becoming officials, and getting rich and marrying a bunch of little wives. With this ambition, can it not fail?
Well, having said all that, Sun Guiyuan, the fifth-generation leader of Shuoyuan Sect, is not a good guy either!
The medicinal powder they distributed outside Zhuangzi was just ginseng seeds mixed with musk and other powerful tonics. After eating it, it looked like the disease was cured, but in fact it was just a sign of returning yang. The weak patient's vitality was overdrawn and he could not go out for three days. God is sure to die.
Zhao Xin sat quietly with the group of crooks for a while, and then left the flower hall on the pretext of going to drink and eat. After leaving the flower hall and turning around the Moon Gate, Li Erkui was walking over carrying dishes.
"My boss."
"Erkui, give ten more bottles of wine to those people in Luoma Lake!"
"Still taking it?!"
"Take it! Drink these bastards to death!"
Zhao Xin stood at the door of the moon and thought for a while, then rolled his eyes and a bad idea came out.
In the kitchen of Xikuoyuan, Chen Jishan's sister Chen Erya and Li Erkui's wife Zhang were busy. Suddenly there were so many people to entertain, and the two women were in a hurry.
Chen Erya was busy rolling out and slicing noodles when he heard someone coughing outside the door, and then heard his elder brother's voice: "The boss is here."
I heard another man's voice saying: "Ask the kitchen to make two large basins of hot noodle soup quickly. Can you do it?"
"I can do it." Chen Jishan turned around and said through the window: "Erya, did you hear my boss's order?"
"I heard it." Chen Erya worked quickly, and after ten minutes, two large basins of hot noodle soup were ready. "Brother, the noodles are ready!"
Zhao Xin, who was outside the door, waited for Chen Jishan to come out with two large basins, and quickly waved to him to put the basins on the lid of the water tank under the window sill. He took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, which was filled with white powder. After opening it, he poured more than half of the bottle of powder into two basins. I found another branch and mixed it up for a while, and then I couldn't see it anymore.
Xu Dayong and others on the side were horrified. They thought Zhao Xin was poisoning, so they asked hesitantly: "Sir, are you...?"
Zhao Xindao: "Don't worry, you won't die if you eat it. This is a laxative."
Xu Dayong was a little confused, and only heard Zhao Xin say calmly: "Let Xu Dayong prepare over there, and take care of them one by one as soon as they come out. Tell them not to shoot as much as possible, so as not to alarm the outside."
"Why."
In the flower hall, a group of water bandits were completely drunk. The sixty-proof strong vodka made this group of people forget themselves after drinking it. Several transparent glass bottles were regarded as treasures by the bandits, and they would not let go of them. Seven or eight bottles of wine are shared among twelve people. No matter how much they are divided, they will not be divided evenly.
"Hey, Jiang Si, let Xie drink this bottle of wine by himself, and let the rest of us have a taste too!"
"Don't you have it in your hand? Why do you want it from me?"
"That bottle is different from this one. I'll just take a look!"
"No! Hey, hey, he pulled it out just by looking at it, and he couldn't pull it out!"
"Pah!" The second cabinet's head was also groggy at this time. He didn't expect that the wine didn't smell strong, but it tasted so strong. He mumbled a curse in his mouth: "Bullshit! Shit!" At first, he was still thinking about the bald man who hadn't come, but as he became drunker, he quickly forgot about it.
At another table across the screen, a young congregant took a sip of wine and whispered with envy on his face: "We are at the right time today! This family is really rich!"
A congregant next to him agreed: "That's right! It's been a long time since we saw meat. Good guy! This table is full of meat and vegetables!"
While several people were talking, the pretty woman sitting next to Sun Guiyuan was feeding the child and said, "Godfather, this family is kind-hearted and has taken in so many hungry people. Let's not go too far. "
Sun Guiyuan smiled and said disdainfully: "What a woman's opinion! When I was in Funing, I heard someone say that the master of this family made a fortune in sea trade earlier. Not only did he buy such a big yard, he also had a business on the coast. We bought thousands of acres of saline-alkali land. This kind of stuff is worthless and worthless. After making the money, we will go to Hubei. Now in Henan and Shandong, we can’t buy food with money. What a world!”
Just as he was talking, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. When he turned around, he saw Chen Jishan walking in quickly, holding a large pottery basin in one hand. "Everyone, please pour vinegar on the hot noodles. This is what our Master Xu specially ordered! He just sent a message and the food is being put into the warehouse. When he is done, he will come over to make amends to you."
"Hurry! Hurry!"
"Second cabinets, Xie eats bowls of noodles and cushions."
The people at the two tables drank wine for a long time and stuffed their bellies with meat. They smelled the aroma of vinegar and suddenly became hungry again. So each person filled a bowl and started eating it.
The woman at Shuoyuanjiao's table helped a few people with the noodles, but she didn't serve herself. She said, "Cong Niang and I can't eat any more. Please eat more, brothers."
A quarter of an hour later...
"Hey~! Why does my stomach feel uncomfortable?" A water bandit muttered, rubbing his stomach.
Several people nearby laughed and said, "Young man, you've eaten too much meat and your intestines have become slippery, right?"
The water bandit who was rubbing his belly became more and more unable to sit still, got up and walked out.
"What are you doing?"
"The hut!"
Li Erkui outside the door pursed his lips, holding back a smile, and pointed out the location of the latrine to the man. As a result, as soon as the guy stepped onto the threshold of the East Crossing Courtyard, a big stick hit him on the back of his neck!
When the water bandit fell down after eating shit, the two people next to him quickly stepped forward, blocked his mouth, tied him up with a rope, and threw him into a nearby hut.
In the hut, the thin and bald man, who was tied up and gagged, opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes after being beaten, looking at this scene in horror!
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