"Owner, don't fall for him, the thief and the donkey just like to use this method to blackmail people for money!"

"The owner, the monk is so bad. Within three years, he had already run away with the money, and everyone had nowhere to look for him! ”

"Boss, you don't have to deal with him. If he doesn't get out, we'll carry him to the side of the road!"

"Thief, get out of here, or break your legs!"

"Beat him, beat him, don't talk nonsense with him. This kind of bald donkey is as shameless as the Tianzhu people, no matter what good things he sees, he wants to rely on it as his own! ”

……

Before Zhang Qian could speak, a voice of advice and abuse had already sounded in all directions. All the families and tenants, none of them believed the words of the monk Hui'an, and they all spoke out to expose this person's insidious schemes.

There are also a few old men from the Zhuang family who watch the bustle, and vaguely feel that exchanging a well for the people of the county for three years without illness and disaster is an extremely virtuous thing. However, thinking about it, his son is still looking for work at the owner's house, and the owner of Zhang Zhuang's house has recently paid for the construction of bridges and ditches, and the benefits are visible to the naked eye, so they all decisively chose to shut up.

And the monk Hui'an, I don't know how much the essence of Buddhism has learned, but the degree of sturdy skin definitely surpasses the sculptures in the temple. Being surrounded and scolded by so many people, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he smiled and took two steps closer to Zhang Qian, and persuaded softly: "It is a great merit to give up a well to benefit the people of the county. The donor is not only a disciple of Momen, but also an official of the imperial court, so he should ......"

"No problem, she, isn't it just a few buckets of well water, Zhang Moushe!" Before the whole set of big truths was finished, Zhang Qian had already laughed and nodded, "Butler, pass on my order, and Master Hui'an will come to fetch water in the future, no need to report it, just let it go!" ”

With that, he gently flicked the monk's shoulder to the side with his hand, and walked quickly to the door of his house.

"Ahh Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian did not make a move according to the predetermined routine at all. was caught off guard, staggered around for most of the circle, and almost fell headlong.

"Monk beware!" Ren Quan's hands were quick, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Hui'an steady, "The owner of my family has promised you, in the future, if you need water to worship the Buddha, you can choose it yourself." How much you want, how much we Zhuangzi gives, we don't charge a penny! ”

The other family members and tenants, seeing that Zhang Qian broke the monk's trap with one move, decisively squeezed their eyebrows beside them: "Little monk, bless the people of our county with no illness and disaster for three years, but what you said." If someone is sick or suffering, Lao Tzu will splash your temple gate with pig's blood! ”

"Little monk, do you have a burden and a bucket, no, how about we give you a charity, and it is considered a merit?"

"Little monk, is your temple far from here? If it's far away, you have to come early. The first bucket of water in the morning has the most aura, and if you come late, you are not sincere! ”

……

It's no wonder that everyone beat the water dogs. This monk near Gyeonggi is the most scoundrel. In particular, some so-called monks from Tianzhu behave like liars. As long as you like someone's things, you will immediately come up to them, and persuade people to give up and worship the Buddha.

If the other party doesn't give it, they will either threaten the other party's deceased elders, say anything about hell suffering, or reincarnate into the animal realm. or use the good fortune of the surrounding people as a public opinion kidnapping, forcing the other party to bow their heads and comply.

And if the other party wants to get rid of the entanglement, there is only one way. Take out enough money to let the monk chant sutras to ward off the disaster. Often the money is given, and after the scriptures are recited, the items that have a Buddha fate at home immediately become no Buddha fate. And the monk who recites the scriptures takes the money and goes to find the next target of blackmail.

"Donor, slow!" In a hearty ridicule, the monk Hui'an tried to stand firm, and quickly chased towards the gate of Zhang's house, "The donor misunderstood, what is related to my Buddha is the ancient well that can gather the aura of heaven and earth in your mansion, not just well water." The well water is just a thing that carries blessings, and the water is drawn out of the well, and before it is sent to the temple, the aura is dispersed on the road, how can it be used to worship the Buddha?! ”

"The monk is shameless, he gave you the well, doesn't my owner have to move?"

"Monk, you just say it, you want the house of my owner, why bother to find such an excuse!"

"It's really a big face, the owner of my family is a five-rank official of the imperial court, and the house will give it to you if it says it will be given to you?"

……

In all directions, the scolding instantly resounded again. Without Zhang Qian's own words, the surrounding families and tenants revealed the small abacus in the monk's heart.

And Zhang Qian himself had long guessed that the other party would not agree to come over to carry water every day, and even earlier guessed that the real "Buddha fate" in his family was probably not the well he deliberately fabricated, but the dry shares of the Liushen Commercial Bank. Therefore, not angry at the slightest for the monk's rogue behavior, he stopped and turned around with a smile, "The Buddha has taken a fancy to this ancient well in my house?" No problem. It was rumored that Buddhism was boundless, and Zhang agreed. Monk, even if you perform the supreme magic method, just move the well. Zhang will never stop him now, no matter where the well flies in the future, Zhang will not report to the official! ”

"Ah, Nan no Amitabha!" was caught off guard by Zhang Qian's words again. Monk Hui'an took a lot of effort to change the exclamation from halfway to the Buddha's name.

According to the routine he had thought out in advance, since Zhang Qian was a disciple of Qin Mo, he was known for being able to speak well. If you want to keep the ancient well, which is decisive for the quality of the six gods of flower dew, you will definitely debate it with yourself in public. And as long as he refutes Zhang Qian speechless, even if he can't force him to sell a large amount of shares of Liushen Commercial Bank, he can make a big ugly appearance in public!

And whether it was Zhang Qian's fortune or his ugliness, he was a real female bodhisattva benefactor, and he was angry. No longer have to watch her be humiliated and cry with indignation, and I can't help anything.

Who knows, the tricks that came from Tianzhu Kingdom in the division and were used on the gentry, wealthy families and even officials of the Tang Dynasty were invincible, but here in Zhang Qian, they lost their spirits. The other party did not respond according to common sense at all, first asked himself to carry water, and then asked himself to use his mana to move the well. Every response is imaginative, and I resolutely don't do any verbal confrontation with myself!

"Master, please quickly cast a spell to move the well, for the good fortune of the people of the county, the owner of my family has given you the well!" Just when he was in a hurry, in the ears of Monk Hui'an, there was a strange voice of Ren Quan's yin and yang.

"Master, please cast a spell, we're here to cheer you on!"

"Master, please cast a spell, let me wait to open my eyes!"

"Come on, Master!"

"child, go home and move me a bench, I want to see the master cast a spell!"

……

In all directions, the households, tenants, and villagers were elated one by one, competing to beat the water dogs.

Even the most unresponsive people can now see it. Where did this Hui'an monk fall in love with the well water of the Zhang family, and he obviously wanted to force the owner of Zhang Zhuang to give him the entire Zhuangzi for free, as the land for building the temple.

And if the owner of Zhang Zhuang is reluctant, he must pay a large sum of money and ask him to recite the scriptures, so that the Buddha will be transferred to another place. Otherwise, the owner of Zhang Zhuang is for his own selfishness, ignoring the good fortune of the people of the county!

People have an instinctive pursuit of living a good life. Although Zhang Qian, the owner of the village, has no direct contact with his neighbors, he has never come forward to say anything to teach people to be kind. However, the grain and copper coins he took out really fell into the pockets of the tenants and the villagers.

This winter, the tenants of other villages, the two meals of gruel they eat every day must be mixed with wild vegetables and chaff. However, the tenants in Zhangjiazhuang eat a little bit of food, and even after work at night, they can make up a few dry cakes with their wives and children to make supper!

This kind of good life may not have been dreamed of by everyone in the past. Especially seeing that the rainwater accumulated in the low-lying areas is about to be emptied, and there can be hundreds of acres of farmland in front of and behind the village, whether it is wheat or sorghum, each mu can harvest eight or nine buckets or even one stone, and everyone is even more reluctant to go back to the past.

And the monk forced the owner of Zhang Zhuang to give up the courtyard for him to make a temple today, and tomorrow he can deceive the owner of Zhang Zhuang to give him the land to make a temple property! In this way, it didn't take long for the entire Zhangjiazhuang to change owners.

The family members could follow Zhang Qian, the owner of the village, to Chang'an City to enjoy the blessings, anyway, the imperial court had a special supply for officials and officials' retinues. Ordinary people, but from now on, they will become tenants of the temple! How can those bald donkeys who don't pull out a hairie be as generous as Master Zhang?!

When you see clearly where your vital interests are, even the old people who are deeply poisoned by Buddhism in Zhuangzi know who they should help at this moment. Therefore, one after another, they spoke one after another, and tried their best to ridicule and squeeze on Monk Hui'an.

And the monk Hui'an, after all, relied on his mouth to eat. Although he was so red at the end of the ridicule that he was red-faced, he still mustered up his spirit and chased after Zhang Qian's back again, "The donor is slow, the little monk's cultivation time is still short, and he can't cast a spell to move this well." But if the owner of the village is truly compassionate, let the sound of chanting resound on the side of the well every day......"

"No problem!" He reacted quickly, and Zhang Qian's reaction was even faster. Before he finished speaking, he gave a clear answer, "Ren Quan, vacate the wing room closest to the well and use it as a family temple for Master Hui'an to practice." Every day, one bucket of rice, two servings of vegetables, monk's clothes, mango shoes, prayer beads, Buddha statues and other expenses are taken by the master. Presumably, with the master's piety, he will definitely not make some tricks to fool you! ”

"Yes, owner!" Ren Quan immediately bowed down to receive the order, and his answer was particularly exciting.

"Amitabha!" Monk Hui'an was so anxious to recite the Buddha's name, but he couldn't pick out anything ungodly from Zhang Qian's almsgiving.

He asked for a well, and Zhang Qian gave it. He wanted to let the chanting sound continue by the well every day, and Zhang Qian also gave it. He was also given two meals a day and monk's clothes and shoes. What other reason does he have to say that Zhang Qian doesn't take the good fortune of the people of the county seriously.

It's just that if he comes to Zhang's family to practice, how can he breathe that breath for the female bodhisattva? In the future, how can it be possible to be by the side of the female bodhisattva, participate in meditation and discuss the Dharma with her, and talk and laugh about the flames?

was in a hurry, but he heard Zhang Qian ask with a smile: "What, is it because the temple of Zhang's family is small?" Zhang remembered that the Buddha had an epiphany under the Bodhi tree, but he did not dislike that the Bodhi tree was not luxurious enough. And I, Datang, at this time, built a temple at home to support high-ranking monks and cultivators, not to mention thousands of families? If the temple is not small enough to be pious, won't they all waste incense and effort? ”

"This, this, no, no, the donor's words are serious, the words are serious!" Hui'an's critical words that he was about to say were stuck in his throat, and he was suddenly suffocated, his face turned blue, and he waved his hands and retreated. "The temple is big, the temple is small, it's all the same, it's all the same!"

How dare you say it's different, dare to say it's different, those masters who rely on rich people all day long can't tear him alive? However, thinking of the tearful appearance of a certain female bodhisattva after being wronged, the courage in Monk Hui'an's heart suddenly rose again, "Donor, and listen to me!" ”

"Although the monk said, Zhang listened to him!" Knowing that it was time for the other party to show his hole cards, Zhang Qian turned around with a smile and gently moved his wrists and fingers.

"Donor, the ancient well in your house has a Buddha fate, which means that your house is located and is a blessed place to promote Buddhism." Since all the traps couldn't trap Zhang Qian, Hui'an simply gave up those interlocking language traps and directly took out the last killing move, "So, for the good fortune of the people of the county, the little monk implored the donor to give alms to this house and my Buddha and build a temple......"

"Smack-" A crisp sound interrupted his words. But it was Zhang Qian's round arm, a slap, and a solid call on his face.

Looking at Na Hui'an again, the whole person was beaten and flew half a foot away. Before the person could hit the ground, blood accompanied by a few white teeth had already spurted out of his mouth.

And Zhang Qian, after a slap, still didn't feel relieved of his hatred. Quickly chased up, stepped on the chest of Monk Hui'an with one foot, bent down, opened the bow left and right, and "papapapa......" was another series of big slaps.

"Thief bald, Zhang has let it go again and again, you even want to occupy Zhang's home? Zhang is a five-rank official of the imperial court, if even his family is taken away by you, where is the dignity of the imperial court? While beating, Zhang Qian scolded loudly, lest his words be heard clearly by the people around him, "You must know that this world is the holy world after all, not your group of thieves!" Don't say that you thieves can't control the reincarnation of good fortune. Even if it can be managed, it should be the affairs of the world that belong to the court, and the affairs of ghosts and gods belong to the gods and Buddhas. No matter what scriptures you read or what teachings you believe, don't stretch your hand too far! ”