It was still dark, so Liu Wu hurried out of the city and headed straight for the dock.
He is a small businessman who makes a living by doing small business. Because he is diligent and committed, he is trusted by his customers.
When the business was prosperous, he saved a sum of money and married a virtuous and beautiful wife. He also wanted to earn more money and buy some land, and he became a rich man from then on.
The old lady of the Cui family in the county strongly believes in Buddhism. When she invited eminent monks to come to the mansion to preach the sermon a few days ago, she heard that there was a Zhang Ju in the neighboring county who had two volumes of Buddhist scriptures from the Western Regions hidden in his home. Unfortunately, Zhang Ju's family fell into decline due to changes in his early years. The two volumes of scriptures from the Western Regions were thus lost.
Mrs. Cui lamented and expressed regret, and announced that she was willing to spend a lot of money to search for these two volumes of Buddhist scriptures.
Liu Wu had some friendship with the Cui family's purchasing manager, and hearing him talk about it touched Liu Wu's mind.
Liu Wu was originally from a neighboring county, but later came to the county town to make a living.
Not only did he recognize Zhang Juren, he even knew that after the Zhang family fell into decline, all the manuscripts in the family were sold to a bookseller.
After several inquiries, Liu Wu finally found out the whereabouts of the bookseller and learned that the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures written in Western languages had been sold.
After several twists and turns and spending a lot of money to find the person, he finally asked someone to buy back the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures.
Now that the sky is getting brighter, I take the money to the dock for delivery.
After receiving the money and goods, Liu Wu carefully stuffed the Buddhist scriptures into his arms and returned to the city.
We arrived early, and now it’s still dark when we return. While walking on the road, thinking that if he dedicated this Buddhist scripture to the Cui family, he would be rewarded heavily, Liu Wu almost laughed out loud.
Before the smile on his face could fade away, he suddenly received a heavy blow on the back of his head.
Liu Wu stumbled to the ground, with stars in his eyes and a splitting headache. He opened his mouth to call for help, but the people behind him showed no mercy and hit him hard on the head with several sap blows.
There was a click and the stick broke.
Liu Wu had lost his voice. Blood poured out of his head and fainted in the soil.
The broken stick was thrown to the ground. The hand holding the stick was shaking violently. He heard the man gasping. He quickly turned Liu Wu over and pulled his chest. He took out the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures and looked at them without looking back. Run to the city.
Liu Wu's face was covered with mud, his eyes were covered with blood, and he stared at the gray sky.
The blood-spattered hands grabbed the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures and entered the city. They washed away the blood stains on their hands and wiped off the blood stains on the cover.
The blood on the hands was easy to wash off, but the blood on the cover only dried, leaving a dark red patch.
These two Buddhist scriptures were delivered to the Cui family and placed in front of the old lady of the Cui family.
The old lady was stroking the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures, feeling extremely happy and with an unstoppable smile on her face. Even though the Buddhist scriptures were old, even though there seemed to be blood stains on the cover, and even though she could neither see clearly nor understand the densely packed Western characters on them, the Buddha images painted in the Buddhist scriptures were real, and the symbols of Buddhism were also real.
The old lady smiled and said: "I heard that the Buddhist scriptures contain Buddhist teachings from the Western Regions, which are quite efficacious. I have long wanted to find out the mysteries in them. I didn't want the scriptures to be lost and could not be found for a long time. Fortunately, the Buddha opened his eyes. After many twists and turns, I finally found a destiny. "
The old lady looked at the young man bending down in front of the hall and asked: "You are a destined person to get this book. Tell me what reward you want."
The young man fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowed and said, "Please help me, Madam."
The old lady frowned slightly, and her heart sank.
The young man said: "My father opened a restaurant in the city, and originally had a small income. But yesterday, the villain set up a trap and deceived him into a gambling house. He was set up by the gambling house and lost all his family property. Even my wife lost money." Go. The old lady is kind-hearted and asks the old lady for rescue. The villain must repay the old lady's kindness by making a grass ring."
The old lady looked at the butler who was waiting aside. The butler frowned slightly and asked, "Which gambling house did you lose at?"
The young man said: "Wealthy Gambling House."
The butler's brows relaxed, he looked at the old lady and nodded slightly.
The old lady smiled and said: "It is this Buddhist scripture that saved you. Since you have such a fate, housekeeper, you go and speak for him."
The housekeeper bowed and said, "Yes, old lady."
The housekeeper asked him to go back first, but within half a day, the people from the gambling house evacuated from his home.
Before leaving, the steward of the gambling house looked at the young man and said with a smile: "It turns out that the young master's family has a relationship with the Cui family. It's really disrespectful."
The steward gently slapped his face twice and said, "I apologize to my young master's family."
The young master's eyes were red and he looked at the steward without saying a word.
The steward sneered and led the people away.
The young master suddenly laughed, laughing wantonly and wildly.
The old shopkeeper asked: "How come you are related to the Cui family?"
The young master said proudly: "Dad, I'm lucky, I'm lucky!"
The old shopkeeper looked at him, feeling that he was getting stranger and stranger, and asked, "What kind of luck is this?"
The young master closed the door tightly and said, "I have received divine help. God is helping me."
The old shopkeeper became more and more worried: "What god?"
Shaodong's family said: "The God of Five Powers!"
It seemed that there was a dark wind blowing from the ground, which made the old shopkeeper shiver and made him tremble from the bottom of his heart: "You are crazy! How dare you worship Wutong!"
When the young master saw him like this, he felt angry in his heart and said, "How dare I not! If I don't ask for help from the Five Powers God, how can I keep my family business and my husband!"
The old shopkeeper said sincerely: "It's easy to ask the gods but hard to send them away. Although the five-power god is efficacious, once it comes to the door, you will not give up your family business, or even your life..."
Before he could finish speaking, his foot suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground. He was immediately in pain and could not speak.
The young master was startled and said angrily: "How dare you go against the gods!"
The old shopkeeper could hardly stand up, but the young boss slammed the door and left without looking back.
Huan'er heard that they were arguing and came out quickly, only to see her father-in-law lying on the ground and lamenting.
She quickly helped the old shopkeeper up, and saw the old shopkeeper burst into tears. He looked at Huan'er and said, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have let you marry this evil beast."
Huan'er said: "Dad, what are you talking about? My father died early. If it weren't for your care, our orphans and widowed mother would have died long ago."
The old shopkeeper felt more and more guilty. He carefully looked around and whispered to Huan'er: "Run, run! I heard that there is an immortal family in Jinhua Mountain. You should take your money and go to Jinhua Mountain. It will be too late if you don't run!"
Huan'er looked at the old shopkeeper. The old shopkeeper didn't dare to mention the name of Wutong Shen again and just told her to leave quickly.
Huan'er couldn't resist him, so she had to take some silver and go out.
She just walked out of the door, and before she had gone far, she started spinning in place for some unknown reason.
At dusk, the young master came back and saw Huan'er wandering around, so he asked, "Huan'er, why are you here?"
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The second chapter will be posted at least at 1:30, and will be revised later. Everyone will read it tomorrow.
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