Seeing that all the officials were gone, the villagers felt relieved and seemed to have come back to life.
The old village chief came to Ye Ming to thank Ye Ming for his help.
At this moment, someone shouted:
"Monk, the monk is here!"
Others also looked and saw a group of monks coming not far away.
The leader of this group of monks was a fat man wearing a yellow monk's robe, weighing nearly three hundred pounds by visual inspection.
On both sides were several young monks, and behind him was a group of warrior monks holding sticks.
The monks escorted several carts of grain and a pile of books.
The fat monk headed by him came to the entrance of the village with a smile, chanted the Buddha's name, and bowed to the villagers.
The people in the village were not very happy, and looked at the monks with complicated eyes.
There was hatred and helplessness in his eyes.
“A poor monk, without a temple, is enlightened by virtue.
The sea of suffering is boundless. Our temple senses the suffering of the people below the mountain, so we specially bring food and cloth to help all donors. "
The fat monk who called himself Wude said with a smile.
The villagers didn't respond to what he said, they just looked at it with indifference.
Seeing no one respond, Monk Wude continued to smile:
"However, we monks are also human beings and we also need to enjoy some worldly incense.
Now let’s calculate the incense owed by all the donors. "
The monk on the side handed Monk Wude a ledger.
Monk Wude opened it and began to roll call:
"Li Sangen, you lent one tael of silver to our temple last year for your son's medical treatment. According to the nine-out, thirteen-return contract, you should have repaid our temple one tael, three taels of silver in February this year, but now it's August, and the loan is overdue." , you should return my temple now, thirteen taels of silver."
When Li Sangen heard this, his hands started to shake.
"Master, I have no money, no money."
"No money..."
Monk Wude still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were narrowed.
"Monks have nothing but a little money and don't care much about it."
Li Sangen was overjoyed when he heard this. He was about to thank the other party for his kindness when he heard Monk Wude say:
"Don't you still have five acres of land in your name? Wouldn't it be better to mortgage the land deed? The poor monk will give you a higher price for the five acres of land. Let's call it five taels! The remaining eight taels can be given to you next year. But, interest still has to be calculated.”
After listening to what Monk Wude said, Li Sangen was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, knelt on the ground and kowtowed:
"Master, please be more lenient! I only have this little land. If there is no more land, it will be all over!"
Monk Wude turned a blind eye to this and continued to pick up the account book and roll call:
"Li Tieshi, you lent us three kilograms of seeds at the beginning of the year. According to the agreement, you should return ninety kilograms of grain during the autumn harvest. Please hand over the grain first."
When the villager named Li Tieshi heard this, he knelt down with a thump.
"Master, there was a locust plague in the first half of today. My family only received 100 kilograms of grain. Just now, the government took another 60 kilograms. The rest is only enough for my family to survive. I'm afraid I can't return it to you. Please Please show mercy and show some mercy!"
Upon hearing this, Monk Wude said: "There are still forty kilograms left, so let's pay them back first!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the monk behind him.
The two monks went directly into Li Tieshi's home with sticks.
After a burst of screams from the female family members at home, a monk came out carrying a bag of grain, and another monk came out carrying a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.
The girl couldn't free herself from the monk's arm. When she saw Li Tieshi, she called for help:
"Dad, dad, save me!"
Li Tieshi stepped forward, but was stopped by a monk.
Monk Wude smiled and said:
"Donor Li, don't be nervous, just use your daughter to pay the fifty pounds you owe.
If you exchange a baby girl for fifty pounds of grain, you will make a lot of money. "
The monk took the girl away regardless of her struggle.
Li Tieshi wanted to save people, but was held down by a monk and couldn't move.
Li Tieshi was pushed to the ground, tears falling to the ground.
Regardless of that, Monk Wude took out his account book and started reading again.
All the villagers whose names he called had earth-colored faces.
Wu Dehuan didn't care, he just collected the accounts.
If you can't afford it, use your belongings at home to pay off the debt.
If you don't have anything, use the land deed, and if you don't have anything, use your children to pay it off.
Sons cost more than daughters, but villagers generally choose to sacrifice their daughters.
Only when there is really no other way will he sacrifice his son.
Zhao Yuwan on the side saw this scene and was so anxious that she wanted to step forward to stop him. It was obvious that Ye Ming did not react at all, and a look of pleading flashed in his eyes.
"Master Yang, you are so powerful, can't you help them?
As long as you are willing to help them, I will do anything you ask me to do! "
"Oh really?"
"real!"
"Then I ask you to leave it alone, are you willing?"
"Master Yang!"
Ye Ming didn't respond, just watched leisurely.
When Monk Wude finished collecting the account, most of the villagers looked dejected.
After collecting the account, Monk Wude did not leave, but continued:
"I, the Buddha, am merciful and cannot bear to have you freeze or starve to death this winter. I have food and cloth here for you poor monks. You can buy them.
Of course, if you don’t have money, you can also make a loan first and keep an account. You’ll be back nine times a day, plus compound interest. The accounts will be clear and very fair..."
Although they knew what they would face next year if they borrowed food and cloth from these monks, the villagers still had no choice. If they borrowed it, they might be forced to die next year.
If we don’t borrow it, we will freeze and starve to death this year.
Finally, someone came forward and asked to borrow food.
Monk Wude generously lent them some of the food they had just handed over.
Some people borrowed cloth, and they lent it out of coarse linen, but what they asked for in return was fine cloth.
In this way, Monk Wude completed the collection and distribution of accounts.
After doing this, Monk Wude looked at Ye Ming and the others.
Seeing that their clothes were shabby and they were riding in a donkey-drawn cart, they thought they were escaping from trouble.
"Two of you, my Buddha is merciful. If you two are in difficulty, you can borrow money from our temple."
After that, he chanted the Buddha's name and led the monks away.
When the monks walked away, the villagers seemed to have been drained of energy, like walking zombies.
Zhao Yuwan cried and took Ye Ming's arm:
"Mr. Yang, they are so pitiful, please save them!
Please, as long as you agree, I will give you my body! "
Ye Ming smiled and comforted:
"Miss Zhao Er, don't cry in a hurry. It's too early to cry now. Save your tears first. You will cry later."
The villagers no longer had any thoughts about Ye Ming and the others, so they had to go home.
At this moment, a loud whistle was heard, followed immediately by the sound of horse hooves, coming from far to near.
"It's a bandit, here to collect the new year's grain."
Someone said weakly, and there was no fear in his eyes, only numbness.
The villagers were not in a hurry to go home and just waited for the bandits to come.
Soon, I saw three horses in front, with three bandit leaders on top, and a group of bandits holding knives and grabbing sticks behind, rushing out of the village in a mighty manner.
The bandit leader saw all the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village and laughed loudly:
"You bitch, how come you have learned to behave so well this year? You didn't even need grandpa to send someone to drag you out, but you came to greet me by yourself?"
The second leader laughed and said:
"The old rule is that if the whole village collects a thousand kilograms of grain, if we can, we will go to the next house. If we can't, don't blame us for using the knife!"
The other bandits laughed, and many whistled.
The village chief looked around and sighed:
"Let's get it together!"
After everyone heard this, several people handed over the grains they had just borrowed from the monks at usury.
A bandit came up and weighed it, and found that it was only 700 kilograms.
The bandit leader was about to kill someone, so the villagers took out some cloth to make up the amount and gave it to the bandits as well.
In this way, this year's "new year's food" will be fully paid.
The bandits were honest, collected enough "year-old food", seriously stopped looking for trouble, and happily went to the next village.
After seeing off the bandits, the villagers stood at the entrance of the village for a long time. When no more people came, they returned home like zombies.
Zhao Yuwan had already burst into tears. She knelt on the ground, her eyes red from crying, and her tears kept falling.
"Master Yang, help them! They are so pitiful!"
Zhao Yuwan knelt beside Ye Ming and was about to kowtow to Ye Ming.
Ye Ming supported Zhao Yuwan and said with a smile:
"I won't help them, but if I want to achieve the purpose of this trip, I might hurt those monks and bandits..."
Zhao Yuwan was stunned when he heard this, and then sobbed:
"I knew that a kind man like Mr. Yang would never leave someone alone!"
As he spoke, he still couldn't help sobbing.
Seeing that Zhao Yuwan was stabilized, Ye Ming shook his body and drove the donkey cart towards the direction of Fufa Temple.
Before Ye Ming helped Lao Zhang Village and other villages, it was entirely to improve his incense wish. The villagers here did not know "General Ye Ming", and there would be no benefit from helping them.
You know, Ye Ming is a demon, and demons are extremely selfish and cannot do anything to help others.
As a qualified big devil, Ye Ming will never do anything bad, never!
At the foot of the mountain, Ye Ming drove the donkey cart to a dense forest and hid it.
She slapped her on the buttocks, causing her hair to explode.
"What are you looking at? Go up the mountain to investigate!"
Ye Mingshi was unceremonious when he aroused Lai Ling.
Lei Ling wanted to scratch the old devil's face to pieces, so she went up the mountain angrily.
"Is there something wrong on the mountain?"
Zhao Yuwan was a little curious.
She also went to the temple to burn incense and didn't think there was any problem.
"Temples usually have methods for slaying demons. Let her go and find out first."
"Ah, will Lei Ling be in danger?"
Zhao Yuwan now fully accepts Lei Ling, but is still worried about her.
"It's okay. She has two lives now. It's not a big deal if she dies once."
Ye Ming said casually. As he spoke, he held some grass blades in his hands and kneaded them into pulp.
"She will die! Is it so serious? Then you still let her go?"
"If she doesn't go, should I?"
"this......"
Zhao Yuwan stopped talking. She couldn't bear to let Lei Ling go, but she could let Ye Ming go...
She suddenly felt that it would be better to go to Lei Ling.
Anyway, according to Young Master Yang, she has two lives, so it will be fine!
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Ye Ming smearing the juice of grass leaves pulped into pulp on his eyes.
Zhao Yuwan failed to avoid it, and Ye Ming's palm was placed on her eyes.
"Mr. Yang, you are... so refreshing."
Zhao Yuwan was a little repelled at first, but she didn't expect that the juice would be quite comfortable when applied to her eyes.
"You cried too much before, which damaged your eyes. I'll give you a compress and it will feel better."
Ye Ming said casually.
"Mr. Yang...you, you are so kind..."
After waiting for a while, a black shadow flashed through the forest. Zhao Yuwan was startled and subconsciously leaned towards Ye Ming.
"Don't be nervous, it's Lei Ling who's back."
Ye Ming said something, Zhao Yuwan followed and saw that Lei Ling had landed on the donkey's back, with a snake in her mouth.
"ah!"
After seeing clearly that the snake in Lei Ling's mouth was a snake, Zhao Yuwan subconsciously screamed.
Lei Ling threw the dead snake on the donkey's back and said with some confusion:
"What's so scary about snakes? They're quite delicious. I saw one on the way back, so I brought it back to you."
Hearing that it was specially brought to her, Zhao Yuwan became even more afraid:
"I, I don't want it, take it away, take it away quickly!"
Lei Ling rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, sucked in, and swallowed the snake:
"It's such a waste that you don't even eat such a delicious thing."
As he said that, he slapped his mouth.
"It's a pity that the snakes nearby hid after sensing my presence, otherwise they would have had a delicious meal."
"Lei Ling, can you stop talking? I'm scared."
Zhao Yuwan huddled behind Ye Ming, almost crying from fear.
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