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Another monk next to him continued: "This benefactor is from other places, our temple was built since the Han Dynasty, has been hundreds of years, these days Jiangnan Lingyin Temple master Suxin is coming to our temple to preach the scriptures, if the donor is free, you can also go to listen to one or two."

Listening to the monk talk about the Buddhist scriptures Fang Jinshi was not interested, but he still took out ten copper coins from his arms to donate to the White Horse Temple to build a temple, the two monks took the thanks, and suddenly heard a person behind him: "Two little masters, I don't know when Master Suxin began to talk about the scriptures?"

Fang Jinshi looked back, there were two Confucian students standing at the door of the inn, and the person who was currently asking was a twenty-three or four-year-old young man, his complexion was slightly dark, his square face was thick eyebrows, his figure was tall and straight, and he was wearing a cyan Confucian shirt worn by a scholar.

He was followed by a Confucian scholar of about forty years old, he wore a Confucian scarf, his body was thin, his hands were in his sleeves, this man was distracted, he looked dumbfounded, and he didn't know if he had read too much and become a nerd.

A monk folded his hands and replied, "Master Suxin opened the altar this afternoon, and the location is in the Qingliangtai Hall under the Qiyun Pagoda of our temple, and several donors can go there when the time comes."

The young Confucian turned back to the middle-aged man and said, "Brother Yuwen, it seems that we have come at the right time."

Brother Yuwen nodded with a smile and said: "Exactly, I didn't meet Master Suxin in Lingyin Temple, and I chased this White Horse Temple, and finally let you chase after me, and it is really not easy to see this great monk Suxin."

The young man stepped forward, took out a bead from his waist and said, "This is donated by the lower house, please accept it." One monk took it and thanked him, and the other monk took a pen and ink and said, "Please leave your names on the two donors, and our temple will be engraved with a monument in the future."

The young man said: "There is no need to worry about meager things, and there is no need to leave a name." Fang Jinshi saw that the young man donated a pearl without leaving his name, and he was even more embarrassed to say his name for the ten cents he donated and let the temple leave his name on the stele.

The two monks thanked him again and left, the young man and the Yuwen brother turned around and entered the inn together, Deng An pulled the carriage and looked at the back of the monk and said: "These two monks don't know the goods, and I am afraid that the bead is only worth one or two."

Whether this bead is worth anything or not, Fang Jinshi doesn't know, Wei Chong, who was standing beside him, said, "One or two?" If I don't look away, the beads are only afraid of the South China Sea fish eye beads, the worst quality will be more than 100 times, and the top grade will be 5 or 600 times. ”

Hearing this, Fang Jinshi and Deng An were taken aback, Fang Jinshi didn't understand anything, Deng An used to be a servant, and the level of pearl and jade he came into contact with was limited, but Wei Chong was the first to show the king, and then lurked by Zhao Ziping's side for many years, and his knowledge was much stronger than the two.

Fang Jinshi couldn't help but glance at the back of the young man who walked into the inn again, this inn is not a very luxurious inn in Luoyang City, even some peddlers and pawns live a lot, but he doesn't want to live such a rich man who casually donates money is hundreds of times.

Anyway, he was going to live here, Fang Jinshi and the three of them found two rooms in this inn, but although this inn was not luxurious, the place was huge, there were many houses, and there were four places to eat, and he didn't see the young man and Brother Yuwen.

The drizzle continued to fall, and the horse pulling the cart seemed to be sick again, so Fang Jinshi planned to stay for a day or two, let people and horses take a rest, treat the horses sick, or change to a horse that pulled the cart.

Wei Chong just did these things, Fang Jinshi was really bored in this inn, so he took Deng An to Luoyang City together, but the rain didn't stop, and the two of them took umbrellas for a long time, and there was nothing lively to see.

Fang Jinshi felt bored, and said to Deng An: "Under this rain, there is a huge Luoyang City, and there is no place to relieve boredom." Deng An pointed to the front and said, "Those jugglers are hiding there."

Fang Jinshi looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a small land temple in front of him, where several men, women, and children were hiding to avoid the rain, with gongs, drums, benches, flags, and iron hoops beside them, and a shabby flag embroidered with three words: "Shijiaban." ”

This is really a juggling troupe, at this time, because of the rainy day, it should be impossible to start work and make money, so it can only hide in this land temple.

There are five people in the land temple, a red-clothed boy who is only six or seven years old is practicing handstand, this boy is combing his pigtails, his little face is red, as long as he slacks off a little, his arm will be hit by an old man next to him with a branch in his hand, and scolded.

Next to the old man was an old woman who was supposed to be his wife, and the old woman and a young man with a small pimple face were repairing juggling props, this young man was in his twenties, some of his legs and feet were not good, and he walked bumping.

Fang Jinshi's eyes suddenly lit up, it turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in black who came out of the land temple with a wooden basin and poured water, she may be washing clothes in the temple, this girl is indeed a little beautiful, and she is more energetic in a short dress,