There are several villages at the foot of Mt. Shomuro, as well as a town of Ono Field.

Every month on the fifteenth day of the first month, it is the day of the market in Lvye Town, and the people of the surrounding villages will come, which is very lively.

Huo Yuanzhen chose to go down the mountain today, in fact, it was also for this bazaar, and he wanted to do some publicity in this bazaar.

Quite reluctantly said goodbye to Lin Rou, Huo Yuanzhen went directly to Lvye Town.

When he arrived in Oz, it was already morning, and the market was full of people and bustling with business.

When people saw Huo Yuanzhen, they all avoided it with some disgust.

Huo Yuan is really a monk, he was originally a handsome and dashing young man, how could he not be disgusting, but today is different, he just fought with others, and he was dirty all over his body, of course others wanted to avoid him.

But Huo Yuanzhen doesn't care, as the saying goes, the meat in the bun is not on the fold, don't look at what we are wearing, but there is goods in the stomach, wait a while, you will take the initiative to make do with me.

I looked around, looking for a good place, and when I walked to the center of the street, I suddenly saw two monks from the wandering side setting up stalls there**.

"I met my peers".

Huo Yuanzhen frowned, this is at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and he has long regarded himself as Shaolin's sphere of influence, and there are actually foreign monks, I really don't take Shaolin in my eyes.

Although Shaolin is not well-known now, this kind of behavior is absolutely intolerable.

It's just that how to deal with this matter still needs to be studied.

The two monks were talking about it with dry mouths, but the boring and incomprehensible Dharma was really not attractive, and there were no onlookers around, so they basically stopped by and then turned around and left.

Seeing that the sun was three poles up, and they didn't earn a copper plate, the two monks were a little worried, and suddenly another monk appeared in front of them.

This monk is not very old, it seems that he is less than twenty, his long eyebrows and clear eyes are very good-looking, but he is dirty all over his body, and his eyes seem to be a little unkind when he looks at the two of them.

The two monks glanced at each other, and one of the monks called a Buddha: "Amitabha, this junior brother, I don't know if there is something wrong with the two poor monks?"

The dirty monk on the other side suddenly smiled and said to the two of them: "I've been listening to it for a long time, although you two are talking about authentic Buddhism, but no one seems to appreciate it."

Hearing that the other party was not here to find trouble, the two monks from the two sides breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and sighed: "Alas, what this senior brother said is ah, the world is stupid, I don't know that my Zen sect is authentic, I and my senior brother have been talking here for two hours, but we haven't been able to get a copper plate almsgiving, and the next meal has not been settled."

The dirty monk was Huo Yuanzhen, so he simply came to the two of them and said to them, "Two senior brothers, how about we discuss?"

"What are you going to do?" the two men were wary.

"Don't be nervous, that's good, I see that the location of this place you chose is still good, just change me, you can stand and cheer for me, if you get the copper plate, we are half of us, what do you think?"

One of the older monks muttered for a moment: "This junior brother, this is not good, we just watch, just take half of the copper plate, this is not fair to you."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded secretly, these two monks are not bad, they may have never heard of Shaolin Temple at all, it seems that their plans are going to be changed.

"Let's just say it, maybe I won't be able to make any copper plates."

Huo Yuanzhen sat down with a big grin, and the two monks had to stand beside Huo Yuanzhen on the left and right.

In fact, they are not very convinced, the two of them study Buddhism, and no one comes to listen, this monk who is younger than the two of them can have many great things, and dare to say that he can earn copper plates.

"Is there a gong?" Huo Yuanzhen asked the monk beside him.

"Yes", the monk took out a broken gong with a hole in it.

"Just use it", Huo Yuanzhen took the broken gong in his hand and struck it hard.

As soon as he struck the gong like this, everyone around him looked at him.

Generally speaking, once a monk or someone beats a gong on the street, it is basically a showmanship, and these people are still very fond of showmanship, and they immediately surround them.

Huo Yuanzhen didn't care about them, and continued to beat the gong until the surrounding people surrounded the inner and outer three floors, and then stopped.

"Come, put this stool on the table."

Placing a stool brought by the two monks on a broken table with three legs, Huo Yuanzhen sat on it and looked at everyone condescendingly.

The two monks next to him frowned slightly, this young monk seemed to be too flamboyant, completely inconsistent with the low-key spirit of Buddhism, could it be a pretending to be asking for food.

"Donors, I don't know if you've ever heard a person's story."

"Who is it?" someone next to him asked.

"This person is young and handsome, and His Majesty the Emperor is a sworn brother, enjoy free meals for life, he rides a divine horse, wears famous brands, eats with purple and gold lunch boxes, with two pets and a servant, footprints all over the continent, every country will be warmly received, women from all over the world are crazy to pursue to spend with it, men are eager to eat their flesh raw, but no matter men or women, no one has succeeded."

"Is this person an immortal?" someone next to him was attracted.

"No, but the gods want to give him face."

"Who's that? We've never heard of such a person."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled slightly, and it was done.

In fact, he was talking about Tang Seng, Huo Yuanzhen crossed over, and according to the names of his three brothers, he suspected that the old monk Xuan Ming was a fan of Journey to the West, but later he inquired carefully, there was no Journey to the West in this world at all, no one knew this story, and the names of his three brothers were purely coincidental.

Since no one knows, it's easy to do, Huo Yuan's real plan is to start talking about Journey to the West, after all, this is still a Buddhist story, and it is also beneficial to his Shaolin Temple to explain.

When these people are attracted, it will be easy to do, and when the popularity of Shaolin Temple is still improved, it will depend on these audiences.

"Two senior brothers, fans are waiting".

The weather was very hot, and Huo Yuanzhen also unceremoniously instructed the two monks around him, and he couldn't stand with a copper plate.

"This story is like this, it is said that one day, Guan Yu cut Zhang Fei's pork and did not give money 、、、".

"Hey, no, it's like this, the beginning of heaven and earth, the first judgment of yin and yang, divided into four continents, namely Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Zhou, South Zhanbu Continent and North Juluzhou, our story begins in Dongsheng Shenzhou."

"Where is Dongsheng Shenzhou?".

There were also people next to him who asked questions, and they were immediately stopped by the people around them, Huo Yuanzhen's story was very novel, they had never heard of it, and this hateful guy came out to make trouble.

"Good question, Dongsheng Shenzhou is very big, and the land under our feet is Dongsheng Shenzhou."

The two monks behind him who fanned Huo Yuanzhen were also attracted, and their movements slowed down.

"Don't stop, keep going."

Seeing that Huo Yuanzhen looked back at the two monks behind him, there was an audience next to him to remind him.

The two monks hurriedly continued to fan the wind, just begging Huo Yuan to speak quickly.

Clearing his throat, Huo Yuanzhen continued: "Dongsheng Shenzhou, the country is near the sea, there is a mountain on the sea, called Huaguo Mountain, which is the ancestral vein of the ten states, the dragon of the three islands, there is a stone on the mountain, collecting the aura of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the wind and rain, the stone grows bigger and bigger、、、

The sun was gradually turning west, and it was already dusk.

The wrists of the two monks who fanned Huo Yuanzhen were sore, and they didn't know when, so they simply sat on the ground and listened to Huo Yuanzhen's explanation from a high place.

"Patriarch Bodhi hit Wukong's first three times, and Wukong understood that this was to let him go to his room at the third watch, and this was to teach himself magical spells."

Speaking of this, Huo Yuanzhen stopped and looked around, at this time, the people in the market dispersed a lot, but there were more people surrounding him, at a glance, I am afraid that there are nearly a thousand people.

"Okay, it's getting late today, the poor monk should go back to the mountain, so let's stop here."

"Hey, master, don't, you're halfway through this story, what's going on behind it?"

The surrounding audience is gone, and if you don't play like this, isn't this a pit person.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that the poor monk doesn't want to explain, but it's too late, and the three poor monks and brothers haven't eaten yet, and the money for dinner hasn't been settled yet."

"That's it, that's easy."

The man's interest was aroused, and he did not care about it, and many people gave generously, most of them a copper plate, and some of the rich lords threw out a handful of copper plates, and even some of them threw out a piece of silver altogether.

Huo Yuanzhen motioned to the two monks next to him to quickly collect the money, and then said to everyone: "Since the donors are so generous, the poor monks have no choice but to present the complete story, but this story is very long, even if the poor monks stay up for three days and three nights, it is impossible to finish, if the donors are interested, they can go to the Shaolin Temple early tomorrow morning, and the poor monks are waiting for you to come in the temple."

Although there was some dissatisfaction, it was too late after all, and the people finally dispersed reluctantly, still talking about the magical monkey.

Finally waiting for the people to leave, Huo Yuanzhen turned around and saw the two monks looking at a large pile of copper plates and even scattered silver taels, and there was nowhere to put their excited hands.