The Taiping Temple is not far away, and you only need to bypass a few streets to get there. It's not long after the New Year, and the whole Taiyuan City is very lively, full of the sound of selling, and the steaming heat is almost rushing to the face.

The smell of all kinds of food is mixed and moving, and many children stand in front of the stall and refuse to leave, and finally they are kicked by their families a few times before they move their feet with tears in their eyes.

Fang Hong watched all this with interest, he may not have come out for a long time, the taste of this world is really intoxicating. No wonder the cultivators have to cut off the red dust, the red dust is so beautiful, if it is not cut off, how can the heart be at ease?

He smelled the aroma around him, and his heart also rose a little childlike, and he opened the curtain of the carriage with one hand, and pulled one directly from the grass that sold sugar gourds on the side.

"You ......" The sugar gourd seller was also sharp-eyed, and he noticed Fang Hong's movements at a glance, and was about to open his mouth to scold. Fang Hong directly threw out a tael of silver and fell into the man's arms.

"I bought all the sugar gourds. "Fang Hong is not bad for money, and he is also arrogant when he speaks, and he directly snatched him from him.

"Thank you, young master. The peddler was immediately overjoyed, and quickly held the silver in the palm of his hand, where to find such a good thing, he has so many sugar gourds, he can earn dozens of dollars a day, this two silver, he usually can't earn it back in a month.

Fang Hong took the straw, just took a string and handed it to the servant who was driving the car, and scattered the rest to the children around him. Those children were like treasures, and they surrounded Fang Hong's carriage one by one, and they were unwilling to leave.

"Senior brother, look, there are sugar gourds here. Fang Hong was handing out sugar gourds here, and two thin children in yellow lama costumes rushed over, although their faces were yellowish and looked a little malnourished, their faces were extremely excited.

"The little monk of the Lamaist Sect?" Fang Hong looked at these two people, and couldn't help but think of the lama who appeared in the Lin Mansion a few days ago, it seemed that his name was Gongtang Danba, and he couldn't see the lama in Taiyuan City on weekdays, so Fang Hong naturally linked them together.

Each of the two little lamas took a sugar gourd, but did not eat it directly, but one of them ate half of it, and the rest was wrapped in oiled paper and carefully placed in his arms.

"The master probably hasn't eaten yet, so we'll leave it for the master to eat. One of the little lamas said solemnly, though his throat rolled out of his true thoughts.

"Right...... If the Guru doesn't eat, we eat again. The other little lama also nodded, just licked the finger that had just touched the sugar gourd, and said in agreement.

Fang Hong didn't expect that lama to be so miserable that he couldn't even eat. In fact, the attitude of the people of the Ming Dynasty towards the monks is still good, if you go to the fate, people should also give food, why did these lamas become like this.

"Hey, two little lamas, come here. Fang Hong beckoned to the two and summoned them over. The two little lamas looked at Fang Hong a little timidly, and they didn't know what to do with their hands and feet.

"Where is your master? What's the matter? Is it difficult to turn into a fate in Taiyuan City?" Fang Hong asked the two of them.

"The guru went to the house to find Tulku, and the guru said that as long as we find Tulku, we will have food. One of the little lamas pointed to a big house not far away and whispered.

"Why did you Zugu go to someone else's house?" Fang Hong was a little puzzled, what this little lama said was headless and brainless, and people couldn't understand it very well.

"Tulku is dead...... No, no, Tulku was reincarnated, and as long as we find Tulku's reincarnation, we will have money. The little lama from before quickly explained.

"Yes, yes, it's just that the master went to several houses to look for Tulku, but they were all kicked out. Now many people say that the lama is a fake monk and that he is a kidnapper, and no one will give us food. Another little lama chimed in from the side.

As soon as they said this, Fang Hong understood. A few days ago, the lama ran to the 100-day banquet of the ugly baby, and shouted that the ugly baby was the third tulku, and it turned out that he had such a plan.

After being driven away by the Lin family, he ran to other people's homes, wanting to recognize other people's children as Zugu. In fact, he just wants to find a fixed job. As long as you get in touch with those rich people, you will really have to eat and drink in the future, even if you build a temple, it will be very easy.

However, Fang Hong didn't look down on him. Because he himself is extremely practical people, as long as he can achieve the goal, it doesn't matter what method he uses. This monk is not pedantic, but he has some appreciation.

"Ouch. While he was talking, the side door of the house not far away opened, and a lama was pushed out, perhaps because the people inside were too strong, causing the lama to fall on his heels.

"Guru. The two little lamas hurriedly ran over and stretched out their hands to hold the lama. The lama waved his hand, and there was a bruise in the corner of his eye, but he still had a peaceful smile on his face, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

"Master Danba, I haven't found your tugu yet. Fang Hong ordered the servant to drive to Danba's front and asked with a smile.

"It turned out to be the young master of the Lin family, if you are willing to let your child come to my Gongtang Temple to become a monk, our Zugu will find it. Although Fang Hong's words were mixed with ridicule, Danba was not embarrassed at all, but said very calmly.

"It seems that your second generation of Zugu is still quite busy, and there are so many reincarnations, and it is also thanks to your patience. Fang Hong laughed, his tone a little mocking.

"Reincarnation is just a pretext, and what is truly inherited is not the memories of previous lives, but knowledge and ideas. As long as you can pass on the concept of the second Tuku, whether it is you or me, or anyone in the world, you can be the third generation of Tuku. Danba smiled, and lightly dissolved the sharpness in Fang Hong's tone.

"It's a sharp-toothed monk, but unfortunately, no matter how much you can speak, you can't eat it as a meal. Fang Hong shook his head and pouted and said.

"Words are never bread, but wisdom does, and I know many things, and I will not starve to death. Danba continued to laugh, his breath still peaceful.

"Oh, then do you make mercury?" Fang Hong felt that this person was talking a little big, so he asked casually. The method of making this mercury is generally only circulated in the Taoist gate, and a monk should not know this.

"I will. Danba looked at Fang Hong, and then said with great certainty.

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