"It's actually Zhang Zhenren, long admiration, long admiration!"

The monk who warmly received Zhang Yuankong, his face was full of red light, his spirit was capable, and he looked more like a big shopkeeper than a monk. He who calls himself "Mingxin" is the "abbot" of Qingyuan Mountain now, and the Taoist temple and the Buddha hall are all shouldered by him.

"Red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots...... Zhang Zhenren, why be so serious? ”

According to Mingxin, this is indeed the place of Taoism, but in the city of Wurong, the number one belief is always the sea god Niangniang, and then there are various local gods such as Fumei Palace, and then there are Baifang Yi religions spread, and even the right path of the imperial examination is often not the first choice of young people, let alone Buddhism and Taoism.

"In short, the world is difficult......"

The incense continued to shrink, and finally it was unsustainable, and after the local Taoist priest in charge wailed for help countless times to the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhang Dian finally acquiesced to the entry of Buddhism in desperation.

"This ghost place, the incense is too difficult, everyone gets together, and life is a little better."

Mingxin's own origin, Zhang Yuankong knows a thing or two. In recent years, in order to spread the faith and the light of the Buddha, the Pure Land sect has made careful preparations: in cooperation with a number of merchant families, it has trained a group of extremely capable monks, in Zhang Dian's words: "Whether these people understand the Dharma or not is another matter, but how to sell the Dharma, that is definitely understood!" Zhang Yuankong was quite impressed by this matter, and now that he has been talking about it for a while, he has roughly figured out his origin.

(though...... Master really thinks about it. ）

Agreeing to cede half of this excellent mountain forest to the Pure Land Sect, Zhang Dian's condition was that they must ensure that the remaining half of the land will still be able to contribute more incense every year than in the past, and gather more believers than they have lived. In this regard, Mingxin proudly said that he is absolutely worthy of the trust of the superiors.

"Actually, the people of this place are very willing to spend money on offerings to God."

With a sigh of voice, Mingxin quickly reported a number of figures, which were the ten temples that had received the most incense in Wurong in the past three years, and the ten temples that had the fastest increase in incense value.

"Let's talk about the speed of the increase in incense, both of our Qingyuan Mountain here are in the top ten, but if you count the total amount of incense silver, then it is not enough for our two families to add together."

Shaking his head regretfully, he sighed and said that the cause of this place is really too difficult to develop.

"Isn't it a boast of the Sprinkle family, the Sprinkle family has also traveled to many places back then, where it was not three years and two years, so he turned over and changed? Only this place...... Alas. ”

Hearing a dizziness, Zhang Yuankong's instinctive reaction was disgust, but he also knew that such a management talent was indeed a must for a sect--- as Zhang Dian's first disciple, he was involved in handling the affairs of the sect to a deep degree, how Zhang Dian broke his heart every day for the eating, drinking, pulling and withdrawing of thousands of people up and down the mountain, and he had never seen it.

(Alas, the same protector...... Don't separate each other. ）

Not to mention how the heart is also a talent invited by the Daomen, no matter how to say it, seeing the bells and drums of the Buddha hall is always happier than seeing those Yimen Fan Sects that make Zhang Yuankong come, trying to adjust his mood and talking with Mingxin enthusiastically, Zhang Yuankong understood another thing in his heart.

(Such a person who is good at preaching and managing will also be forced out of the city, and he will have to gather together with my sect to barely gain a foothold...... Wurong is indeed a different city. ）

Suddenly forgave Zhang Barefoot for his crazy debauchery, Zhang Yuankong asked himself: If the two of them change places, he is probably not the kind of person who can sit with Mingxin every day and count the incense and silver, and join the Buddha and Daojun.

(Perhaps, he was just discouraged?) ）

Distracted from thinking about other things, Zhang Yuankong did not affect his communication with Mingxin, and when the scene was seven, seven, eighty, or eight, Mingxin asked Zhang Yuankong to move and go to the back to watch the cliff carvings of Qingyuan Mountain.

"It's a famous local attraction! Han Taishou is the old man's favorite here. ”

Unhappy in his heart, Zhang Yuankong politely thanked him, saying that he still had something to do, so he would leave first, and if he had another chance in the future, he would definitely bother again.

"How's that going to work!"

As if he had heard something incredible, Mingxin's face turned red, saying that he didn't have a rule here for people to go out at noon.

"Stay, must stay!"

chattered, and repeatedly emphasized that "although the temple is poor, there are still a few dishes of vegetarian dishes." In the end, Mingxin simply put on a depressed face, saying that he knew that a high-level Taoist like Zhang Yuankong must indeed be not used to eating in this kind of countryside, but this was really his own mind, and he hoped that Zhang Yuankong would be able to look down.

Being persuaded by Mingxin to sweat profusely--- feeling was even more nervous than just now when he watched the battle between Zhu Ge Nasu and the three sons of Shenxiao, he suddenly found that a crow was flying, Zhang Yuankong was helpless, but he heard someone shouting: "Laughing bitter Zen master, laughing bitter Zen master...... Huh, Zhang Zhenren? "When I look back, isn't it the sister-in-law of the Tianhai Wang family who I have seen in Wuming, Wang Shoujie?

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"You old slippery head, are you using scoundrel tricks again...... Don't look at Zhang Zhenren's kindness, if you annoy him, carefully raze your obscene cave to the ground. ”

"I said Shao Dong, this kind of joke must not be messed around. The bhikshunis are all pure cultivators, but if the Buddha listens to them, they can't do it well. ”

Between the jokes, it shows that the two are unusually familiar. After a while, it was Wang Shoujie who took the initiative to explain to Zhang Yuankong, saying that he had known Mingxin for more than ten years.

"This slippery head actually taught him to blend into a pure place...... What a blasphemy against the Buddha! ”

It turned out that Mingxin was a halfway monk, and he was the second son of a big shopkeeper of the Wang family, and he was familiar with Wang Shoujie since he was a child.

"This bastard thing is clearly an iron pea. Write good poems, sing good songs, write good words, and draw good ladies...... I didn't see him read the Bible! ”

was unceremoniously exposed by the other party, Mingxin didn't care, squinted and smiled: "That's all thanks to the good work of the young owner back then!" ”

While the two were talking and laughing, Wang Shoujie didn't forget to explain the title to Zhang Yuankong.

"Of course he doesn't call it bitter."

It turns out that this Mingxin is actually a poet monk, after coming to Wurong, he has a lot of singing and harmony with the local scholars, and has a collection, which is called "Bitter Laughter", so Wang Shoujie always makes him happy, and calls him "Laughing Bitter Zen Master".

"By the way, Zhang Zhenren, if I didn't help Mingxin speak, you really can't go."

Wang Shoujie said with a smile: "Sit for a while, sit for a while, and eat a vegetarian meal together at noon." He said to Mingxin again: "Arrange it quickly!" He gestured and said, "This one is coming!" ”

Mingxin saw his gesture, his eyes widened, and he said continuously: "Save, save, don't worry!" So saying, he went away.

"Those two?"

Puzzled, he asked questions, and got a rather surprising answer: Wang Shoujie actually just came to make a front stop, arrange drinks and vegetarian food, and wait for a while, Lord Han Shahan, the official of Wurong's parents, actually came here to eat and drink and poetry.

"You and Han Taishou are really familiar with each other."

"Not really."

said that his family has a lot of silk tea, and he has also profited from sea trade for many years, and some of the elders in the family have already been in the same year as Han Shaxu, and he is in front of him, and he is considered a junior.

"But Lord Han has always been easy-going, and he hasn't put me on a shelf."

Wang Shoujie came this time, on the one hand, to deal with several business matters on behalf of the family, and on the other hand, to visit Han Sha regularly. And Han Sha has always been quite respectful and friendly to these local families, as long as they have a request, they rarely can't get off the stage in terms of face.

"This place was also ordered by Lord Han, he has always liked that it is clean and elegant, and it has more Central Plains flavor."

Expressing complete understanding of this, Zhang Yuankong felt that if he had to stay in a city full of Yijiao and Fan every day, he would definitely be happy to have the opportunity to escape to a place like Qingyuan Mountain.

(I'm afraid...... It's ridiculous to a place like Qingyuan Mountain! ）

While thinking about it, Zhang Yuankong saw a man in his fifties coming over, his clothes were simple, but the texture was quite fine when he looked closely.

"Young Master."

"Uncle Zhou, how is it handled?"

introduced Zhang Yuankong that this is the old housekeeper in his own family, experienced and old-fashioned, this time he said that he came out with him, but in fact, he asked him to check it.

"Young master, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

Looking at the old housekeeper with a straight face, and Wang Shoujie, who admitted his mistakes with a bitter face, Zhang Yuankong suddenly felt funny.

(Wang Gongzi is indeed an easy-going and intimate character.) ）

Whether it is to the son of the shopkeeper or the housekeeper of the clan, Wang Shoujie has no character at all and gets along kindly, Zhang Yuankong looks at it on the side, but he understands a little why he said such sympathetic words to Taiping Dao in the first place.

(He's a good-natured person.) ）

Zhang Yuankong pondered in his stomach, and the old housekeeper had already come over and saluted Zhang Yuankong respectfully.

"Old servant Zhou Fuhai, I have seen Zhang Zhenren."