Mr. Chen pondered for a moment and said: "As for the way to make money, the fastest way to make money is gambling."
"bet?"
Mr. Du looked confused.
Mr. Chen smiled and said: "I still don't understand. The fastest place to make money in this world is of course the gambling house."
Mr. Du's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and shouted: "That's right, I've been so lazy these days. Why didn't I think of this? It's just..."
But as he spoke, his face showed embarrassment again, why: "Well, to be honest, Mr. Chen, I am used to squandering money on weekdays, and now I am very strapped for money."
How could Mr. Chen not understand what the other party meant, and said cheerfully: "Isn't it just money? It's a trivial matter. Let's go to the bank to get the money now, and then go to the gambling house to kill him and leave nothing behind."
Mr. Du was overjoyed, stood up staggeringly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is really my close friend."
The smile on Mr. Chen's face grew stronger. He didn't want to waste a moment. He stood up unsteadily, put his arm around Mr. Du's shoulders and said, "Let's go now!"
The woman accompanying the drink in the room observed their words and knew that the two of them had enjoyed themselves, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help them put on their clothes and send them off downstairs.
The two gentlemen were walking shoulder-to-shoulder and staggering. As soon as they arrived outside the door, the bearer who was waiting for the guests stepped forward and asked, "Two young gentlemen, are you taking the sedan?"
Mr. Du nodded without thinking.
Mr. Chen's expression changed, he put his arm around Mr. Du's shoulders, and slapped the man in the face, causing him to freeze in place.
Mr. Du was also stunned and looked at Mr. Chen doubtfully.
Mr. Chen woke up after beating him, and saw Mr. Du looking at him blankly. There was a trace of panic on his face but it was overshadowed by his drunkenness. Fortunately, the other man was drunk and didn't notice it at this time, so he immediately pointed out The bearer of the sedan chair cursed and tried to cover it up: "Where did you come from? Young Master, who am I? Do you deserve to let me sit on that piece of shit?"
He stood at the door and kept yelling and cursing. Naturally, the boys in the brothel also heard the noise outside the door, and four or five boys ran out with a roar.
When Mr. Chen saw so many people running out of the brothel, he became even more angry. He pointed at the bearers and said, "These are the idiots who have disturbed my elegance. Beat me to death."
These guys obviously knew Mr. Chen. They went up indiscriminately and surrounded the bearers, punching and kicking them without any explanation.
Mr. Du saw all this in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, he secretly complained in his heart: The third master just said something nice upstairs, but he did nothing as soon as he came downstairs. Is he drunk or regretful and doesn't want to do it again? Lend me money, no, the old man won't come back when he says it's an opportunity, no matter whether he regrets it or not, I have to hurry him up.
This Mr. Du only wanted to get the money as soon as possible, and did not consider the fishery involved at all. He drunkenly grabbed Mr. Chen and persuaded him: "Mr. Chen, why should you be angry with these mud-legged people? They just don't want to sit on the sedan, but we don't How to get there by sedan?"
Mr. Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party was not suspicious. He looked around with drunken eyes, and finally pointed at the hitch post and said, "Let's go on horseback!"
"Going on horseback?"
Mr. Du was stunned and said in a panicked tone: "This, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. We, the Great Zhou Dynasty, strictly prohibit people from riding horses after being drunk in Chang'an City."
Mr. Chen smiled and said, "What are you afraid of when I'm here?"
When Mr. Du heard this, he thought to himself: Yes, no matter how strict the laws of Zhou are, they are not all decided by others. He is not afraid, so what should I be afraid of?
At this time, Mr. Du was drunk and obsessed with money. He just wanted to get the money as soon as possible. He staggered to the horse hitching post and shouted to the young men at the door: "Hurry up and help me get on the horse."
The guys who were beating the man heard the sound and ran over immediately. They seemingly picked two horses at random and helped the two of them up.
A waiter had just helped Mr. Chen onto his horse, and while he was handing over the riding whip, he turned sideways and gave Mr. Chen a vague wink.
Mr. Chen was so determined that he deliberately asked loudly: "Where is the bank near here?"
The waiter pointed to the depths of Taixiang Street and replied in a loud voice: "Sir, just keep walking along this street until you reach the end."
The guy didn't say how far it was or what the bank was called, which was a bit unreasonable.
Mr. Du did not think about it carefully. Instead, he was ecstatic and said to himself: God is really helping me. I didn't expect there to be a bank on this street.
Mr. Chen looked back at the other party and said, "Let's go and get the money quickly so that we can come back and be happy."
Mr. Du was swaying on his horse. He saw Mr. Chen constantly urging him. With a whip, the horse carried him slowly towards the depths of the street...
…
Taixiang Street is two or three miles long from east to west.
The two walked very slowly because they were drunk.
It was already dark at this time, and a small teahouse deep in the street was about to close its doors.
This small teahouse is very small and inconspicuous in the corner. On weekdays, some neighbors come to have a rest and drink tea, so the business of the teahouse has always been tepid, but it is enough to provide food and clothing.
There are no waiters in the small teahouse, only the old couple who are the shopkeepers. Since the old couple are old and move slowly, they are much slower to clean up the shop.
The two of them were lowering their heads to clean up the shop. When they looked up, they saw two monks, one old and one young, walking out of the alley across the street and heading straight for the shop.
The old shopkeeper thought it was for alms, so he called his wife to take a few pennies from the counter.
The two monks said the Buddha's name, put their palms together and saluted, but did not accept the few coins.
The old couple returned the gift, but when they saw that they didn't accept it, they thought the other party was too young, so the old shopkeeper said: "To be honest with you two immortal masters, I have no one to rely on. I rely on this small teahouse for my daily survival. Really. I can’t bring anything more, so I hope the two immortal masters won’t blame me.”
The old monk said nothing.
The young monk's eyes were soft and he said with a smile: "The young monk thanked the two benefactors on behalf of the master. However, my master and my disciple are not alms, but my legs and feet are really tired after walking for a day. I would like to ask for a cup of tea and rest for a while. .”
The old shopkeeper heard this and knew that he had misunderstood the other party, but they were already closed, so he was a little embarrassed.
The young novice monk observed the situation and hurriedly saluted again: "Don't worry, old benefactor. My master and disciple just want to drink a cup of tea to warm themselves up. They will leave after a short rest and will not disturb you too much."
The wife of the old shopkeeper is a kind-hearted person, and she also eats fasts and chants Buddha's name on weekdays. Seeing that the sky is freezing and the night is dark, she persuades: "It's so late at night, and we can't delay much, so let these two Master Immortal, please come in and sit down."
The old shopkeeper had a kind personality and listened to his wife's words, so he invited the two of them in.
The two monks saluted again, then entered the room and took their seats.
The old shopkeeper ran to the backyard to boil water and make tea.
The old woman brought an oil lamp and placed it on the two monks' table.
The two monks stood up again to return the salute.
The old woman looked tired. After returning the courtesy, she was about to go back to the backyard to help when another person suddenly walked in outside the door. The old woman took a closer look and found that she was a girl, dressed in goose-yellow brocade clothes with a snow-white velvet cloak on her back.
When she came to the girl, she wanted to remind her that the store was closed, but when she saw the girl's appearance clearly, she swallowed her words again, because the old woman had never seen such a beautiful girl. I felt fond of it, so I no longer stopped him, turned around and walked back to the backyard to ask the old shopkeeper to make an extra pot of tea.
The girl's face was filled with a smile. After thanking the old woman, she walked directly to the seat next to the two monks and sat down majestically. Then she put her right hand on her chin and stared at the young novice's face with burning eyes.
The little novice monk could naturally feel the girl's gaze and couldn't help but take a peek at the girl.
Under the candlelight, the girl has bright eyes and white teeth, a face as bright as the moon, a soft figure, and a skin as white as snow.
When she saw the young novice peeking at her, she stared into his eyes with enchantment and autumn water.
The look in his eyes was so hot that the young novice's heart was throbbing, his heart was pounding, and he was so fascinated by it.
The girl sat in the darkness and smiled at him, like a white lotus blooming in the darkness.
She asked softly: "Does it look good?"
The lights flickered.
The little novice monk's mind was unstable and he was on the verge of collapse. He murmured to himself: "It's beautiful, just like a Bodhisattva."
The old monk frowned, held the rosary in his hand, tapped his right hand lightly on the table, and said slowly: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, leather bags are full of filth, and fools don't wake up yet."
The old monk finished speaking.
The little novice monk's heart was shaken, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The lights finally returned to normal.
The little novice monk quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and lowered his head, not daring to look at the girl again. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, and recited quickly: "If the lust of lust is not eliminated, the dust will not come out. All the appearances of all things are false. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see my Buddha..."
The girl smiled sweetly, turned to look at the old monk and said, "Where are you from?"
The old monk didn't answer, but looked at the girl carefully and said, "The female donor is well."
The girl still held her chin with her hand, looking harmless, and said, "It's not good at all to see you."
The old monk said the Buddha's name and was a little puzzled: "My master and disciple met the female benefactor for the first time, and we never had any grudges. Why would the female benefactor disturb the Buddha mind of a fool like me?"
The girl smiled lightly and said, "I just don't like you."
The old monk said: "My Buddha is merciful, and the female benefactor is here."
The girl sat up straight and said seriously: "I am not causing trouble for you on a sudden whim."
After hearing this, the old monk looked at the girl and watched her carefully for a long time. He suddenly realized: "It turns out to be donor Xu. The old monk is polite."
The smile on the girl's face became brighter and she said, "That's right, it's from over there."
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Almsgiver Xu has deep roots of wisdom and is destined to be my Buddha."
The girl said calmly: "Do the monks over there like to show off their words?"
The old monk shook his head: "Destiny and destruction are all determined. Donor Xu, you can't escape. Only by letting go of your grudges as soon as possible can you escape from the sea of suffering."
The girl smiled and said: "You monks over there, young and old, always like to mention the word "fate", but I really can't understand. Everything in the world has its own destiny, but you just use this word to determine the unreasonable destiny for the world. Why? Just rely on those shady means?"
The girl's words could be described as disrespectful and even rebellious.
The old monk's face changed suddenly when he heard this, but he noticed it immediately. He came back to his senses, clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name.
The girl's smile remained unchanged, and she continued reluctantly: "I came here to cause trouble today, not to listen to your lectures to relieve my boredom. Of course, if you are not happy, I will naturally be happy."
The old monk was noncommittal and said slowly: "Well, you and I are in this world. We are like being trapped in a cage and being suppressed by heaven and earth all the time. If Almsgiver Xu is really willing to destroy the foundation of the avenue and fight to the death, then this does not count. Arrogant.”
After the old monk finished speaking, the room became quiet for a while.
The girl remained silent.
The old monk sat down peacefully.
The young novice sat aside and recited scriptures silently.
The cold wind whimpered outside the house, and the kettle whined in the backyard. The lid of the pot was raised high and hung in the air. The teahouse owner and the old woman fainted and fell to the ground unconsciously.
The girl suddenly felt something and said in a cold voice: "You old thief, Bald, you really don't mean what you say. What can these two old men do to hinder you? They treat you kindly, but you repay kindness with hatred. You are not afraid of wind, rain and cold. The weather is cold." Frozen, if you really freeze them to death outside, you won’t be afraid of being punished by God.”
The old monk said slowly: "A poor monk has his own sense of proportion."
As he finished speaking, he touched the table with his finger, and the light flickered.
The girl's face turned cold, and a flying sword appeared out of thin air in front of her.
The flying sword has a slender body and is very beautiful, with silver light flowing all over the body. It hangs in front of the girl, and the tip of the sword is pointed directly at the old monk.
The old monk flicked his fingers on the table again.
The flying sword immediately trembled and made a slight whistle.
The girl frowned and scolded: "You're worthless!"
Feijian immediately sensed his master's dissatisfaction, and the sword trembled, making a couple's sound, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
The old monk did not expect that the girl was weak in appearance and had such a strong temperament. Just as he was about to withdraw his finger, two young men on horseback passed by slowly outside the teahouse...
