Hu Shengsong couldn't hold his breath, he was too evil today, and hurriedly asked.

The fat monk smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, the rosary in his hand also stopped, and his fingers made a movement to count the money.

Li Moyang smiled, in today's society, even monks pursue chicken fart, which is the fault of banknotes.

"If it is given us a suitable way out, we will definitely be rewarded!" Li Moyang said, handing Hu Shengsong a look, meaning calm!

The fat monk smiled without saying a word, and the hand movements of turning the rosary were even more exaggerated.

Li Moyang laughed dumbly, he was also stunned, what could he do if he gave him money, he should buy a happy one, whether it is a real monk or a fake monk, what else is true in this world and what is fake?

took out five red tickets and handed them to the fat monk, the fat monk grabbed them, took out a money detector from his pocket, looked at it over and over again for a long time, and looked at the sun for a long time, so angry that Hu Shengsong almost beat the fat monk.

It wasn't until it was determined that the five red tickets were real guys that the fat monk carefully put them into the dark pocket in his arms.

Put your hands together and say, "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way." Ill-gotten gains, leading to trouble. This little brother might as well be a benevolent person, and turn the ill-gotten wealth into a way to accumulate virtue and do good, and in the future, he will naturally turn evil into good fortune, and his merits are immeasurable!"

Li Moyang nodded, no matter whether this monk is true or not, what he said is still very reasonable, and his troubles for many days have slowly disappeared, because he still has 20 million from the casino and is worried that there is no place to spend.

Li Moyang thought for a while, saw that the fat monk was eager to find the next person, and asked, "Master, then does it count me as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds by using this money to help my friends?"

The fat monk said in his heart: Let's be friends, but he said: "As long as you are helping others, you don't have to distinguish whether you are friends or relatives, just don't want to reciprocate!"

"Thank you master for your advice!" Li Moyang also folded his hands.

"Haha, it's fun to help others, it's better to build a seventh-level floating slaughter, I'll go too!" the fat monk left in a hurry.

Hu Shengsong was anxious: "Damn, running so fast, seven or eight times out of ten are fake monks, he is afraid that we will regret it." “

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, the important thing is that I already understand how to spend this money!" Li Moyang's eyes gradually cleared, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Then I'm also your friend, I'll give you the money, you give me the money, so you can get it, the best of both worlds! Hu Shengsong looked at Li Moyang pitifully.

"Cut, look at your little bit of interest. Let's go, since I'm here, go in and see, I haven't been here in years. Li Moyang walked to the window to buy a ticket, it was so expensive! More than 100 tickets, and the two of them entered the Taoist temple.

Hu Shengsong invited Changxiang, pinched the incense with his thumb and index finger, closed the remaining three fingers, raised the incense with both hands to the level of his eyebrows, and prayed silently.

Li Moyang didn't put incense, but the solemn atmosphere in the hall couldn't help him, he strolled through the hall and watched quietly.

The two ancient and tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the main gate of the Sanguan Hall were planted by Song Taizu when he built a dojo for the Taoist priest Liu Ruozhuo and built the Taiqing Palace. The tree is more than 1,000 years old.

In front of the Sanguan Palace, there are two red and white winter-resistant trees. The tree on the right is nearly 7 meters tall and nearly 60 centimeters thick, with an age of more than 600 years and a flowering period of up to half a year. Legend has it that Zhang Sanfeng, a Taoist priest from Laoshan in the Ming Dynasty, transplanted it from Changmen Rock Island.

The camellia tree on the left has a double-petaled white flower and is more than 400 years old. In the flowering season, it is a red and a white with the snow, complement each other, compete for beauty, it is a great spectacle of the winter season of the Taiqing Palace.

After the Qing Dynasty writer Pu Songling came to the Taiqing Palace, he saw that this winter-resistant flower was red like fire, warm and solemn, and there happened to be a white peony in the Shangqing Palace, the flowers were huge, brilliant like brocade, and after his imagination, the two flowers became a woman who was loyal to love and friendship: Jiangxue and Xiangyu.

This tree is the embodiment of "Jiangxue" in Mr. Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" and "Xiangyu Chapter". "Jiangxue" means red snow, and with the spread of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" to the world, the popularity of this camellia is getting higher and higher.

Li Moyang is very familiar with these scenes, and the scenery is still the same, but unfortunately it has gradually become infected with the taste of vulgarity.

Stepping out of the Taoist temple, Li Moyang looked around for the fat monk, and the fat monk had long since disappeared.

"This guy, kind of interesting. Is he just waiting for me?" Li Moyang rubbed his nose and pondered for a long time.

When the car returned to the city and passed through the Electronic Information City, Li Moyang remembered the old man who asked for food, and deliberately slowed down the car, and sure enough, he saw the old man, who was standing up, cleaning up the broken tea jar on the ground and walking towards the alley.

Li Moyang's heart moved, and he hurriedly drove to follow.

"What are you doing? Find a place to eat, starve to death. Hu Shengsong shouted to go to a big meal, this guy has money now and wants to squander it.

"Just know to eat, I'm down to business here, I'll talk about it later. Li Moyang drove intently and followed the old man.

The old man walked to the west gate of the information city, and the green belt on the south side suddenly disappeared.

Weird, this old man felt very mysterious at the beginning, but now he suddenly disappeared, and Li Moyang's curiosity increased greatly.

Stopping the car, Li Moyang looked around, several heating wells with open manhole covers were particularly conspicuous against the yellowing turf, and Hu Shengsong followed aside, inexplicably: "What are you doing, you are mysterious?"

"Find someone!"

"Well, anyway, I'll follow you wherever you go!"

"Why?"

"Hehe, I'm not afraid that you will take the money and run away?"

"Look at your little breath, shhhhhh Li Moyang made a shushing motion.

Li Moyang quietly walked to the edge of the well, and looked down, it was a heating well, the iron ladder was polished, and below was a horizontal passage, and there was a faint sound coming from inside, could it be ......

Li Moyang turned his head to Hu Shengsong and said, "You wait above, I'll go down and take a look." “

"Well, you're such a monster, what kind of well do you have nothing to do?"

Li Moyang went down to the bottom of the well step by step, turned around and looked, stunned.

The old man who asked for food put a bright military stab against Li Moyang's throat.

"What do you want to do?" The old man's eyes were shining, and he couldn't tell that he was an old man, like a hungry wolf, if Li Moyang resisted a little, maybe the old man would kill Li Moyang on the spot.

Li Moyang smiled faintly: "Uncle, don't you remember me? I have given you a hundred yuan a few times!"

"Remember, don't forget, you're the most generous. But why are you following me?"

"Uncle, I'm just curious. “

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about your teapot! I think you must have a story!"

Hearing Li Moyang say this, the military thorn in the old man's hand slowly put down: "Sit down." “

Li Moyang's heart relaxed slightly, Emma, this old man, is really powerful, the military stab in his hand and his eyes are vicious, he is simply a killing god who has killed countless people.

Li Moyang took out a cigarette, the old man lit it, and took a beautiful puff: "Good cigarette." “

Li Moyang also lit a cigarette and looked around.

The old man's "home" has only three or four cubic meters of space, and it is 4 meters from the ground, and it will look crowded when three people sit inside. Two round manhole covers were lifted for ventilation. Except for some light from the manhole cover, most of the "home" was in darkness.

After adapting to the dark light, Li Moyang saw the old man's "furniture" clearly, the very dirty bedding was spread on the ground, and a lot of torn clothes and newspapers were scattered around. Some dilapidated scrap was piled up on the heating pipes, and all of them had a musty smell.

The large tea jar was sitting on the ground, and there were still a few broken steel hammers in it.

No wonder the old man wears a shabby military coat all year round, and if he doesn't wear it, he can't do it, it's too dark and damp underneath.

"Uncle's surname?"

"The surname is Zhao!"

"Uncle, I would venture to guess that you were a soldier, and you were very powerful. “

"Hey, young man, you guessed right, but you're also very good, and you don't blink at the top of your throat and eyes. “

Uncle Zhao also let go, the dust in the wrinkles on his face seemed to have just come out of the coal kiln, and he opened his mouth to speak Lunan dialect.

Li Moyang's heart moved.

"Can you tell us your story?"

"There's nothing to talk about, my son died, my daughter-in-law came out to work, I came to look for her, but I didn't find it, so I settled here. There are still a few people living here, all of whom are working outside. Uncle Zhao said lightly.

But when Li Moyang saw Uncle Zhao talking about his son's death, the muscles on his face jumped, obviously touching the sadness in his heart.

At this moment, Hu Shengsong came down, and there was an old man.

The old man was naturally optimistic and said, "Alas, we are really proud to have guests here." “

Uncle Zhao introduced: "His surname is Sun, but he is from the city. “

Lao Sun smiled: "Ashamed, ashamed." “

Li Moyang said to Hu Shengsong: "Go buy some food, wine, meat, buy more." “

Hu Shengsong came down to visit, couldn't wait to leave quickly, and agreed to climb up.

"Lao Sun, how can you be ...... from the city?"

"Haha, there's nothing to be ashamed of, seeing that you are a good person, I will talk about my family history and chat to relieve boredom, haha. “

Li Moyang praised, people are really good, optimists.

Lao Sun is a native of Binhai City, who has worked as a welder in the second construction company for 42 years and once had a happy family. In 1991, he was caught in a lawsuit over the seizure of his property. Four years later, he divorced his lover, and he took the initiative to subsidize his monthly pension of more than 1,000 yuan to his schooling children.

Lao Sun did not want to cause trouble to other relatives and friends, and while fighting lawsuits, he made a living by doing odd jobs such as car washing. Once he heard that there was a well for people to live in and that there was a car wash business nearby, so he moved here.

Lao Sun said that his monthly expenses are not large, more than 200 yuan is enough, but the house he rented for 160 yuan a month was still a lot of expenses for him.

Lao Sun's description of living in the well is "indescribable".