"Does the Taoist priest know about Lunzhuan Temple?"
Wuchen asked seriously.
"Master." Li Changan pointed at himself helplessly, "I am a ghost."
"Reincarnation" means "reincarnation".
If you are a ghost in Qiantang and don't know about the Reincarnation Temple, then who should you entrust the hundred taels of Samsara Silver that you have worked so hard to save?
That's right.
This Reincarnation Temple is the place where the ghosts in charge of Qiantang City are reincarnated.
"Ha, the poor monk was in a hurry and made a fool of himself!"
Wuchen laughed at himself, punished himself with a drink, and then spoke in detail.
Although the Reincarnation Temple is in charge of the important task of "reincarnation", it is also known as "reincarnation".
However, the person officiating in the temple is not Ksitigarbha or Guanyin, but the founder of the temple, Zen Master Ming Xingcheng.
People in Qiantang used to call him "Henan Tripitaka". "Henan" refers to Luoyang, the hometown of Zen masters; "Sanzang" refers to Master Tripitaka who is proficient in scriptures, laws and commentaries.
"Henan Sanzang" means a great monk from Luoyang.
According to legend, this eminent monk helped Xu Tianshi suppress the demonic dragon thousands of years ago. His deeds have been completed and he has attained the status of Arhat. He can ascend to the bliss of the Western Heaven and escape from the sea of suffering forever.
But he saw that although the demon dragon was bound, the calamity of Qian and Tang Dynasties had not been eliminated, and it was expected that there would be disasters thousands of years later, so he couldn't bear to give up.
So he put down his fruition status and stayed in the mortal world.
But this person is not a Buddha, so when his life span is over, he takes the initiative to join the six paths of reincarnation, becoming a monk from life to life, accumulating good results, and waiting for disaster to happen again.
Lunzhuan Temple was originally named "Lunzhuan", not because they stuck the necks of lonely ghosts early, but because of the great oath and righteous deeds of this founder.
In the hometown of Zen Master Ming Xingcheng, there is also a Lunzhuan Temple.
Within a hundred years, if the Zen master passed away, the Lunzhuan Temple in Luoyang would send monks to escort the Zen master's golden body to the Lunzhuan Temple in Qiantang.
So far, nine golden bodies have been enshrined in Qiantang Lunzhuan Temple, and each of them has its own separate Buddhist temple.
There was a message from Luoyang that the Patriarch's tenth golden body would also return to Qiantang. Even the Buddhist temple was ready, but the golden body had not yet arrived.
War breaks out frequently in the Central Plains, and road bandits abound. The monks in Qiantang are all worried that the golden body of their ancestor will be lost in the hands of some gangster. They have no way to deal with it, which has become a heartache among the Buddhists in Qiantang.
"Golden body? That monk only had a shovel with him and was completely broke. Not to mention the golden body, he didn't even have an ultimatum."
Wuchen did not reject it easily.
It can hardly be said to be a coincidence that a monk who strictly adheres to the precepts and is highly capable rushed to Qiantang at this time with some kind of mission.
What's more, the current abbot monk of Lunzhuan Temple also happens to be of the "Dharma" generation.
"Where is that Zen master now?!"
"Lying in the house."
…………
Wuchen left in a hurry.
According to what he said, there were monks traveling from Luoyang Lunzhuan Temple in Qiantang, who might be able to identify Fa Yan.
Furthermore, even if not, there are many temples in Qiantang and Buddhism is at its peak. How can we leave an eminent Buddhist monk in an orphanage and let Taoist ghosts take care of him?
So it came suddenly and went quickly.
Coincidentally, when he left with his front legs, Yellow Tail came back screaming with his hind legs.
"Taoist, Taoist! Good news, good news!"
"Has the Ghost King built a temple?"
Huangwei: Huh?
His hairy face was completely dull.
Li Changan pursed his lips to indicate the banquet.
"Monk Wuchen came here and told everything."
"Hey! Let me tell you, I thought the Taoist master had developed some kind of clairvoyance and ears!"
He sat down with a smile, and didn't mind the leftover wine, so he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"The establishment of a temple by the Ghost King is a huge event! Master Wuchen still finds time to think about us. He is truly a compassionate and eminent monk."
"If you say that he is a corporal, you are not lying. Is he compassionate?" Li Changan disagreed. "Wu Niang has been in front of him for many years, but he has never seen him reach out to help repair a tile roof of the Salesian Hospital."
"What the Taoist said is wrong."
Huang Wei has been hanging out with the Taoist priest for a month, and he also knows the Taoist priest's temperament, so he can talk freely.
"Qian Tang has a saying, no, there is a song. How to sing it, eh~"
He recalled for a while, picked up his chopsticks and tapped the dishes to accompany him, and slowly sang a little song.
The singing voice is mellow and very deceptive.
Several girls who had received the news too late and arrived too late heard the sound and peeked over the low wall. They saw that the singer was not an eminent monk from Yushu Linfeng, but a wretched man with a hairy face. They felt unlucky and said "poof" After a few mouthfuls, the disappointment dissipated.
Huang Wei didn't take it seriously, but sang more enthusiastically.
The ditty is mixed with a lot of local slang, so it is difficult to describe it in writing. Here is just the general meaning of the lyrics:
A man cannot survive.
He sold himself on a sea ship.
Before boarding the ship.
He asked his father: "Can you raise my children after I leave?"
The old father replied: "Son, I am old, deaf and blind, and Beidou is calling me for help every night. Where can I raise your child?"
He asked his wife: "Can you support my father after I leave?"
The wife replied: "After my husband passes away, I will not be able to make a living. Where can I support your father?"
He asked his friend: "Can you help my wife after I leave?"
The friend replied: "You and I live together in a shabby alley. Your house has a thatched roof, but my house doesn't have loess walls? How can I have the spare time to help your wife?"
So the man gave his child to the Dragon King, threw his father into a dry well, and sold his wife to a neighbor.
Finally he realized that he had nothing left.
So I walked down the Cave City alone.
…
Sing a song.
Huangwei said with a smile:
"All living beings in the world are suffering. Even if you use all the good intentions of gods and Buddhas in the sky, you can't contain the sea of suffering. How can Taoist Master criticize Wuchen's compassion for benefiting every suffering person?"
Huang Wei said a word and drank a glass of cold wine. After three or four glasses, he became drunk even if he was not drunk. The yellow hair on his face became smoother and softer.
"You suddenly have wisdom and want to become a monk?" Li Changan scolded with a smile, but nodded and admitted, "But you are right."
"That's right." Huang Tail was fluttering, and he just wanted to say: Children can be taught.
Li Changan continued: "It's just a small act of mercy to save one or two out of kindness."
"Yes." Huang Tail said proudly.
"To eliminate the great evil and solve the cave city is the greatest mercy!"
"That's right...what?!"
Huang Wei was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot and waved his hands repeatedly.
"That's not what I meant!"
With a grimace on his face, he was so proud that he flew out of the sky.
Looking around in a panic, I felt a little relieved when I saw that the yard was covered with yellow talismans to protect the house, preventing the eyes and ears of ghosts and gods from entering.
He sat down again and complained:
"Why do Taoist priests always use such words to scare ghosts?! I, Huangwei, only have so little courage, and I will be blown away by my harsh words."
"I can't see it." Seeing him starting to shoot around again, drinking wine and eating meat, Li Changan said quietly, "At least you are very brave to steal everyone's life-saving money!"
Suddenly.
Huangwei choked a mouthful of cold wine into his trachea and coughed violently.
But as he coughed, he secretly glanced at the Taoist priest from the corner of his eye.
The Taoist priest seems to be smiling but not smiling.
He couldn't continue acting, so he smiled and said, "Did the Taoist Master misunderstand something?"
"Misunderstand?"
Li Changan looked at this slippery man and sighed, no wonder Hua Weng and Jingxiu didn't want to see him.
"Are you saying that Wuchen lied and that after the night of the ghost check, he didn't hand over to you enough money to pay everyone's 'ten thousand yuan post' because he pitied us for being innocent? Or are you saying that the money was made out of thin air? Evaporate instead of being swallowed by you?!"
Huangwei jumped up immediately and shouted loudly:
"The sky is a lesson! How could I ever take it all to myself!" He counted it out one by one. "Buying the land, paying the deposit, hiring people to inquire, etc., none of them cost money? I also paid a lot of money!"
Li Changan nodded: "So you misappropriated all the business for yourself?"
"There is some misappropriation, but how can it be my business? That is everyone's business!" He was so anxious that the yellow hair on his face stood up. "Isn't all the money earned from 'seeing the funeral' shared with everyone?" Huh? I, Huang Tail, swear to God, if I take a penny into my arms, I will wear this dog skin and never be reincarnated!"
He made many vicious oaths.
Look at Li Changan carefully.
Seeing that the Taoist priest had no intention of putting himself into the wine jar, he quickly changed the topic.
"I originally had good intentions. How could I earn enough samsara silver just by working hard? I didn't expect that doing business would be so difficult. No, many merchants in Dongwazi are eager to invest in wells!"
Li Changan really didn't intend to go into details. After all, as Huang Wei said, he did not keep the money alone, and the result was not too bad. Everyone paid the ten thousand yuan subsidy in time and made some small money by the way, but... ...Just like what Hua Weng warned in private.
Huang Wei is a thick-skinned guy with a low stature. He always has a way to sell you favors and then make some tricks within the range that you can tolerate.
Furthermore, the Taoist priest, Huang Wei, the scholar, the salesman, and a bunch of wild ghosts all got together, and it was never because they had the same temperament that they ended up living in a different place, just a bunch of poor ghosts hugging each other for warmth.
We are all ordinary people, why should we expect extravagant virtue?
Taoist priests also followed the trend.
"What? Qiantang is also in financial crisis?"
"Golden rooster? There is no rooster." Huangwei didn't understand. "Earlier, Cave City asked Niu Shi and Qu Dingchun to present the land deed of Zhengzhao Temple as a birthday gift. Now everyone understood that this was the ghost king who wanted to build a temple on the ground. I just happened to fall in love with Zhengzhao Temple. Dongwazi is next to Zhengzhao Temple, and the Ghost King Temple is standing there. How can anyone dare to have fun?!"
Li Changan shook his head: "Fake."
Huang Wei was stunned: "How can it be fake?"
"Wuchen told me that although the Ghost King had the permission of the Thirteen Families, the Thirteen Families thought that the temples in the city were all built by the Heavenly Master Fulong, and they are connected to each other..."
Huang Wei was surprised: "Connected by the same blood?"
Taoist priests say: "Connected by the same vein."
Phew~ Huangwei almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, letting the Taoist priest continue speaking.
"So not one of the sixty-four temples should be missing. If the ghost king wants to build a temple, it cannot be in the city, but outside the city."
Huang Wei smacked the news for a while, shook his head "hehe" and laughed.
"If it's not Zhengzhao Temple, we have to enclose the land and build a new one. Hey, I wonder which unlucky guy will have such bad luck!"
…………
"Oh my God! Why did I have to suffer such a bloody misfortune! Could it be that the family fortune of three generations was destroyed in my hands!"
The old man was crying outside, and his tears stained his face and stained his beard without even realizing it.
Opposite him, Hua Weng knitted his gray eyebrows.
This old man was the owner of a warehouse next to Hua Wengdi store. He came to mourn him early in the morning, saying that Cave City had taken a fancy to the location of his warehouse and wanted to buy it to build a temple.
Whether he was willing to sell or not was another matter. Anyway, the price offered by Cave City was very "generous".
Hua Weng had a headache looking at the crying old man.
"Excuse me, please don't cry anymore. That ghost king has a huge appetite. Not only your family, but several warehouses and shops around you have been threatened by them. Even here, it's the same, but they were driven away. You and Don’t worry, my shop is in the center, if I don’t let go, this ghost temple won’t be built!”
When the old man heard this, he finally stopped crying, but he hesitated: "Hua Wen is highly respected, so of course Cave City does not dare to make mistakes, but how can my family of ordinary people withstand the torment of ghosts and gods?"
After hearing this, Hua Weng was displeased and his expression turned cold: "What do you mean? You want to be a lobbyist for the Ghost King?!"
"No, no, that's not the intention!" The old man waved his hands quickly, "I think my warehouse can't be saved anyway, can I leave it to you?"
Hua Weng was moved for a moment, but he often helped poor people in the village and resettled the ignorant and lonely souls of the newly deceased. Even though he kept a well-located restaurant, he still had little savings on hand.
"But I have no money."
The old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Oh! Never mind! I really can't swallow this breath. In this case..."
His voice is covered in honey.
"I'll lend you money to buy my house."
