After leaving the palace, the Taoist idiot did not rush out of the city, but went to Guanqian Street. When I went to Mr. Ji's house with Wang Qinghong yesterday, I passed by here, this street is very prosperous, and there are shops on both sides of the road.

When the idiot came, most of the merchants opened their doors and hung up their pretenses, and there were not many customers on the street.

He remembers well that there were two bookstores here.

Xishan Temple has a lot of books, most of which are Buddhists, but Confucian books are limited. The Taoist idiot came here specifically to exchange a few books for the Fourth Uncle's collection of notes, as well as books such as the Bagu Anthology.

His outfit is still quite eye-catching. Although the man did not stop him from flipping through the book, he glanced at it from time to time, and then walked to the account room and muttered.

The idiot's mind was in the book, and he didn't hear what they were saying. Because before he came, there were probably no books, and he already knew in his heart. However, there are many editions of the Four Books and Five Classics, and if you want to find a suitable one, you have to look through it carefully. Otherwise, if you look at everything, you might be led crooked.

At this time, I heard someone say: "Little ...... Little Master......"

The Taoist idiot turned his head, it was a young man in the bookstore, holding a book in his hand, and handed it over: "This Buddhist scripture was printed by the layman in the city on the Buddha's birthday, if the little master is looking for the Buddhist scripture, he can take it directly." Speaking of which, don't forget to add: "Don't ...... money"

Seeing that there seemed to be respect in his expression, Dao Idiot thought for a while and said, "The little donor is from Wangjiayao in the west of the city?" ”

The young man listened, and hurriedly nodded: "The villain is from Wang Jiayao, who went home from vacation ten days ago, and listened to the little master's chanting at the door of the village chief's house. ”

No wonder this young man is so polite, the idiot remembered that the village chief once said that the children of Wangjiayao Village entered the city, and most of them worked as errands in the Wang family or in the Wang family's shop, so he said: "This is the Wang family's shop?" What kind of room is the owner? ”

Hearing this, the young man straightened his chest and looked a little proud: "We are the largest bookstore in the city, and it is the property under the name of the Wang family's sect." ”

The idiot took the young man's gift, and pulled out the few books he had just turned over from the shelf, and asked the young man to settle the bill.

Since the young man is in the bookstore, of course, he knows how to read, and he can't help but be surprised when he sees the titles of these books, which are the most commonly bought by scholars in the city.

However, although he was surprised, he still took the book and went to the account office to settle the bill.

"Accept one or two seven dollars and three cents of silver." With the sound of the abacus, the account room reported a number.

The idiot took out two pieces of broken silver from his waist and settled the account, the young man looked at the idiot's body, hesitated and said: "If the little master doesn't dislike it, the villain just has a piece of furoshiki here in the store, and the villain's wife brought something to the villain a few days ago, and the little master will take it first." ”

The idiot wanted to decline the little man's kindness, but then he thought that after these books were finished, he would have to come to the bookstore, so he nodded and said: "In this way, I will bother the little donor, and when I go down the mountain next time, I will return it......"

The young man waved his hand and said, "Don't bother, don't bother...... These books are strangely thick, and the combined weight is not light, and it is better to carry it in a burden than to carry it in your hand. Xishan is not far from the city, this way is not far. ”

As he spoke, he didn't stop working in his hands, took out a blue cloth wrapper from under the counter, packed the books, and handed them to the idiot.

The idiot took the package, thanked him again, and left the bookstore.

The account office raised his head and said, "This is the little monk of Xishan Temple?" ”

The young man nodded and said: "It's him, don't look at his young age, but he chants well, and there is no one in our village who does not boast." ”

The bookkeeper touched his goatee and said, "It's strange, the monk began to buy Confucian books, could it be that there are scholars ......living in Xishan Temple?"

The third bookstore in the east is a dim sum shop. Thinking that after he went up the mountain, he was afraid that he would not go down the mountain for ten days and a half months, so the idiot decided to buy two packets of sugar for the tiger head; There is also an old monk, who loves to eat Dingsheng cake the most.

The business of this shop is indeed booming, and the queue to buy dim sum is slipping.

The idiot was carrying a burden and standing next to him, a little hesitant, should he join the queue at the end of the line, or find another dim sum shop?

He was wearing a half-new monk's robe, and the blue bag on his back was decorated with two patches, and in the eyes of others, he was a little monk passing by looking pitifully at the dim sum shop, salivating the dim sum inside.

Not far away, there were two Taoist priests, one large and one small. The eldest is in his forties, and his body is slightly rich; The young age is similar to that of the Taoist idiot, and the gaze of the Taoist idiot is a little curious.

The Taoist idiot seemed to be aware of it, and when he looked back, he happened to see these two Taoist priests.

He couldn't help but look at it twice, this is Guanqian Street, this "view" refers to the largest Taoist temple in Anlu, and it is not uncommon for Taoist priests to haunt. The strange thing is that there are several people standing around these two Taoist priests, who seem to be unrelated, but naturally the two Taoist priests are surrounded in the middle.

Before the little one could speak, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the Taoist idiot's gaze with a softened look, and turned around and commanded two words.

A person appeared behind him, entered the dim sum shop, and in less than half a cup of tea, he brought out a string of dim sum bags.

At this time, the idiot has decided not to line up and change to a dim sum shop.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, he was stopped by someone, and it was the middle-aged Taoist who stopped him.

The Taoist idiot looked up and wondered: "I don't know what this real person means by stopping me?" ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled but did not answer, took the dim sum from the guard's hand, and handed it to the Taoist idiot: "Meeting is fate, I have nothing else to give to you, so I will give you this bag of dim sum, and I hope that the little master will not dislike it." ”

The Taoist idiot did not refuse, but solemnly thanked the middle-aged Taoist priest with a namaste.

Thanks is to thank you for this kindness, and the idiot still maintains neither humility nor arrogance, and his bearing is calm.

Because he knew that the two Taoist priests in front of him were not Xuanyang officials at all, if he guessed correctly, these two were most likely King Xing and the prince.

In the reluctant gaze of the little Taoist priest, the Taoist idiot said goodbye to the middle-aged Taoist priest and turned to leave.

The books are there, the pastries are there, and all that's left is to go in search of the carts.

Although he looked poorer, because he had the silver in his hand, there was no trouble on the side of the carriage and horse shop......

By the time the carriage arrived at the West Mountain, it was already dark.

Seeing the Taoist idiot coming back, the tiger head only knew joy, but the old monk couldn't help frowning.

The Taoist idiot did not exaggerate, nor did he say anything about Wang Cui's bedridden this morning.

If someone else listens to it, they may want to reprimand the idiot. After all, "filial piety" to the elders should be, no matter how the old lady treats the idiot, there is no room for the idiot to speak.

"Master, I want to move out." The voice of the idiot is very resolute:.

The old monk frowned: "How old are you, how can you come out to live alone?" ”

In fact, this time the kung fu is also weak-minded.

When he was in the Wang family, he seemed to be very tough, and it was not uncommon to have a cheap two of twelve rooms; But in fact, after thinking about it, he realized that he had said a big thing.

If you don't spend Wang Qinghong's silver, what you spend is the silver of Xishan Temple, and he really has nothing else......

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