There are only three kinds of men in the world: white horses, breeding horses, and hippos.

The white horse is a kind of diligent and powerful animal with some heroic spirit, the white horse man is exactly like this, they account for sixty percent of the total, because of the large number, the skin is different, some are obedient and gentle, some are passive and cold, some are tenacious, some are cautious, seemingly varied, in fact, they are all the same kind of people; Breeding horses, there are three percent of men are breeding" horse men, they are energetic, dare to think and dare to do, dare to fight, and their enthusiastic desire makes them energetic, good at drilling all kinds of loopholes; The rest is the hippopotamus man, although only one percent, the total amount is not a lot, the hippopotamus this animal, there are three characteristics: one is good at diving, the second is honest and honest, in fact, it is very powerful, and there are few natural enemies in nature when he grows up, and the third is to show a very different side at different times, the hippopotamus man is sometimes gentle and elegant, sometimes brave and fearless, sometimes good as water, sometimes sacrificing himself.

There is no difference between high and low of these three dispositions, but the behavior of the same kind of people is similar, and it can be compared. Borrowing money, for example, is the power to embezzle money, at least temporarily. This kind of aggressive behavior is exactly what the horse men are good at, they have no scruples, they are indomitable, their mouths are like a river, or they draw cakes out of thin air, or they are in tears, and they can always make people generous; while the white horse man is always a little thin-skinned and timid, afraid that he will not be able to do what he borrows money and then uses the money to do, he is afraid of being rejected, and he is afraid that others will look down on him, etc.; Pluck up the courage to go into battle and never be as sharp as the horse man.

It is difficult to recognize people, it is difficult to go to the sky, we can't conclude that a man has borrowed money from someone, and he is a kind of horse man, after all, the white horse man and the hippo man also have times to borrow money or call it financing. This book tries to interpret the behavior of these three men in fragments, and it is just a smile for Bo Jun.

Ha, when it comes to borrowing money, the development of the world mostly starts with borrowing money, and this story starts from here.

Fifteen years ago, there was a war in the north, the world was shaken, and the heavens were not beautiful, and Jiangxi suffered heavy rains for many years, and there was a famine after floods. There is a small monastery in Anfu County, Jiangxi, called Puji Temple, there are nine monks in the temple, because of the flood and the rice is less, Tan Yue does not come to give alms, and he is going to starve. The old abbot of Puji Temple was eighty years old, and he couldn't afford to be sick because of anxiety, so he lay on the hospital bed and said to the other eight monks: "Disciples, for the old teacher, I'm afraid you can't survive, you are still young, you can't starve to death in vain, which has a way to recruit a big donor, and live everyone's life, I will let him be the abbot for me." "A monk in the middle, the legal name Yuanhuai, forty-five or sixteen years old, skinny, this is a kind of 'horse temperament, although out of the house, the nature still exists, the most sophisticated, and can speak, the old abbot has always intended to pass on the position of abbot to him, but he was poor when he was young, illiterate, the old abbot is also illiterate, knowing that the abbot is illiterate inconvenience, is hesitant. Yuan Huai replied at this time: "Master, don't worry, do you remember Xiao Juren from the neighboring county?" He is one of the most righteous and benevolent, he went to other provinces to be an official, and now because of his mother's death, he is worried at home, if he goes to recruit, he will not return empty-handed, there is only one ......" The old abbot saw him swallowing, and said: "Just say it." Yuan Huai said: "The disciple went empty-handed, or turned into two or three pieces of money, or two or three stones of rice, how many days can he last?" In this battle in the north, I don't know how long it will take, a big donor like Master Xiao casually passed the fate, where to find a second one? The disciple has a plan, why don't I take a thing that can be taken from the temple, pawn it to him, borrow a few dozen taels of silver back, and after the famine year, I will save money to redeem it. The old abbot said: "There are no good things in the temple!" Only the scripture written by the patriarch himself is precious, but that scripture is a treasure to us, but the official master may not be able to see it. Yuan Huai said: "It's okay, it's just that there is something to talk about." ”

Yuan Huai dared to say and do, and sure enough, he took a copy of the "Mingxia Sutra" left by the ancestor and went to Master Xiao to get fifty taels of silver. Soon the old abbot passed away, and Yuan Huai took over as abbot. When the old abbot was dying, he regretted losing the ancestral heirloom in his hands, and repeatedly explained to Yuan Huai: "When the year is good, you must remember to redeem the scriptures." ”

Time flies like a white horse, war and famine are just a wave in the long river of history, after the world is peaceful, the incense of Puji Temple gradually flourishes. Xiao old man Ding worried, went to Guangxi to do three years of county order, and later the new emperor ascended the throne, he was promoted to the state capital to do a few years of general judgment, one because of disagreement with the boss, the other because he was a person from a high background, not like a scholar with a future, so he cooled the heart of being an official, resigned four years ago, and returned to live in the old house in Fenyi County. After the monk Yuanhuai knew, he moved the idea of redeeming the scriptures, but he himself got sick again, he couldn't move in bed when he was bad, and his legs were numb and soft when he was good, and he couldn't go far, and he stayed up for four years, and finally got better, although he still had a sick appearance, his body and bones were also light and healthy.

"How much should I repay the fifty taels of silver I borrowed fifteen years ago?" Monk Yuanhuai thought about this for a long time. Over the years, under the careful calculation of the monk Yuanhuai, Puji Temple has accumulated more than 100 taels of silver, but the monk remembered the chivalrous style of Master Xiao, and only took 55 taels of silver out of the door. "I didn't say anything about the interest money, and I didn't make a document, so I will redeem a total of fifty-five taels of silver, and Master Xiao will probably agree. It's always good to keep some silver for your use. With such expectations, Yuanhuai and Shang Yin set off, and at the beginning of the transition, the end of the card has arrived in the county seat of Fenyi County.

When I came to the front door of Xiao's house, I saw that the courtyard gate was silent, the gate was closed, the side door was open, and two servants, an old man and a young man, were watching the door. Monk Yuanhuai stepped forward and folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is polite." The two servants returned the salute. Monk Yuanhuai said: "Yuanhuai, the abbot of Puji Temple, a poor monk, was blessed by Master Xiao more than ten years ago, and today I am here to thank Master Xiao." Is Mr. Xiao at home? The old servant replied, "I'm afraid the master won't be able to see our master, who has been driving the crane immortal for three years." Monk Yuanhuai was taken aback and said, "Ah! Amitabha, I don't even know it! The old servant added, "Last month only passed the third anniversary. ”

Monk Yuanhuai stayed in place, speechless for a long time, one for the benefactor passed away, and the other for today's things are gone, it took a long time to come back to his senses, and said to the old servant with a crying voice: "Amitabha! Master Xiao treats me as graceful as a mountain in Puji Temple, I don't want to die so early, from now on, I chant Buddha to Lord Xiao every morning and evening...... I don't know who is in charge of the house now? The old servant looked at Yuanhuai's heavy burden and said, "The master is gone, so naturally the lady is in charge." The young servant interjected, "The eldest young master is also in charge." Yuan Huai said: "As soon as I was tired of reporting, I said that Yuan Huai, the abbot of Puji Temple, asked to see him." Before the old servant could say anything, the young servant rushed and said, "The eldest young master is practicing martial arts in the backyard, I'll go and report to you." After saying that, he slipped away. The old servant snorted dissatisfiedly.

After a while, the young servant replied, "Yes, please!" Monk Yuanhuai followed him into the door, through the vestibule, and into the lobby. As soon as I entered the door, I saw two people sitting in the hall: the first person on the left, full of thick hair, the face is very majestic, the eyes are blazing, the spirit is calm and there is a faint galloping horse, at first glance there are more than 20 years old, but the closer look is only eighteen or nineteen years old, the monk Yuanhuai saw it, and couldn't help but shout hello in his heart, and then look at the person on the right, is a white-faced scholar, but fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slight smile, and a look of not caring about anything.

The servant who led the way said, "The eldest young master, the second young master, the guests have arrived." The stout young man with thick hair stood up early and arched his hand: "The mage is coming, and he is not welcome." The white-faced boy also stood up and saluted, but did not speak.

The thick-haired boy is Xiao Dongshan, the eldest son of the Xiao family, and the white-faced boy is the second son, Xiao Nuanyan.

Monk Yuanhuai said: "Yuanhuai, the abbot of Puji Temple, a poor monk, has seen two sons. Xiao Dongshan said: "Master doesn't have to be polite, please take a seat!" After the two sides finished greetings, the guests and hosts sat down. Monk Yuanhuai said: "Xiao Lao Jushi is my great benefactor of Puji Temple, I don't want to be reborn in bliss, Amitabha!" Xiao Dongshan said: "Master said that my father is your great benefactor, where does the grace come from?" Monk Yuanhuai said: "Fifteen years ago, there was a famine, just because there was no rice to cook, the poor monk came to the house, and it was also in this house that a scripture written by the ancestor himself and the master pawned fifty taels of silver, the scripture is the ancestral treasure of my Puji Temple, but it is useless to Master Xiao, and it is a loss to Lord Xiao's chivalrous heart, and he changed to another, how can he agree?" Here's the kindness. I have come today to mourn my benefactor; Second, in order to return the money and silver, I am a poor place in Buddhism, and I poured out the whole temple, and only got fifty-five taels of silver, and when the principal and interest were returned together, I also hope that Gongzi Haihan; The third is to ask the son to give back the scriptures, this book is passed down by the ancestor, and it is not beneficial for outsiders to take it, but it is an important object in my Puji Temple, and I hope that the son will be fulfilled. ”

When Xiao Dongshan heard this, he laughed and said, "I know everything about this!" Master came just in time, and I was looking for you! As he spoke, he got up and drew a knife from the table. I saw a flash of white light, the knife was out of the sheath, Xiao Dongshan carried the knife, and slowly walked to the hall.

Monk Yuanhuai saw him walking towards him with a steel knife with white flowers, and his heart was furious.

Fortunately, Xiao Dongshan stood still when he walked to the hall, only to see him slash to the left with three knives, flip his wrist, turn the split into a thorn, take a step forward, a false split, and two knives. Xiao Dongshan finished playing, put away the knife and asked: "Master, this move is halfway through, why did it become a straight stab, the first three knives must have forced the person to the left, and the direct stab at this time is not a clear opportunity to give people a breather?" ”

The old monk settled down and said, "I don't know how to play with knives, Childe is asking the wrong person." ”

Xiao Dongshan said: "Since the "Mingxia Sutra" is your ancestral thing, why don't you understand it at all, this is clearly recorded in the book!" Could it be that you don't belong to this book? ”

When Yuan Huai heard this, he stood up anxiously and said: "This book is indeed passed down by my ancestor, it has been five generations, the first teacher and I are illiterate, what is written here, I don't know at all, and I have never shown it to outsiders, and I don't know that there is a knife here!" I only know that this is the only thing left by the ancestors, and it is extremely precious! ”

Xiao Dongshan said: "So, no one in the temple understands the changes between these tricks?" ”

Yuan Huai said: "Yes." ”

Xiao Dongshan is a pity.

The second son, Xiao Nuanyan, interjected at this time: "Brother, you are so stupid that you are scaring the guests!" Look at the face of the master, where is a practitioner? Let's get down to business. ”

Xiao Dongshan saw that the old monk Guo was weak, smiled, and said: "Master, don't worry, I have no intention of returning, but I love to practice martial arts the most, and the doubts in the book have existed in my heart for a long time. With that, he walked quickly to the backyard.

After a while, the book was taken, and it turned out to be a bland booklet. Yuan Huai took the scripture and opened it to see that the lower corners of the pages were slightly rolled, and there were two pages in the middle that were out of line. Yuan Huai turned a few pages and saw the secret mark he had made--he dipped a needle in ink to make a few fine marks, knowing that this Xiao Dagongzi was a believer, and what he took out was the original.

Xiao Dongshan said to himself: "It's because I didn't keep it well, and the pages of the book are loose." ”

Yuan Huai said: "Don't tight, don't tight." Back then, Master Xiao borrowed me fifty taels of silver to save the lives of a group of old and weak monks in the temple, which was really a great kindness. This time, I exchanged all the valuable things in the temple for silver, and I only got fifty-five taels to return to the government as principal and interest. As he spoke, he took off the burden on his shoulders and handed it to Xiao Dongshan.

Xiao Dongshan took the silver, didn't open it, handed it to Xiao Nuanyan, and said: "Erniang's birthday is coming, it is inevitable that there will be some expenses, you take it and hand it over to Erniang." Xiao Nuanyan took the silver and went back. It turned out that Xiao Dongshan's biological mother died early, and his father married a new wife and gave birth to Xiao Nuanyan, a younger brother.

Monk Yuanhuai got the book, resigned from Xiao Dongshan, and happily left Xiao's house. The son of the Xiao family did not leave him to eat, so he sat on the stone pier at the corner of the street, ate the dry food he brought with him, drank some water, and left the county seat without stopping.

The road in the world has always been faster than the way back. The monk Yuanhuai carried fifty-five taels of silver, and he was in a happy mood, and he had arrived at the ferry in an hour. At this time, the breeze is coming slowly, and it is cool and cool.

There is a lake between Puji Temple and the county seat of Fenyi County, which used to be a boat led by a captain to ferry people here. Nowadays, the country and the people are safe, the people are gradually getting richer, the transactions on both sides of the lake are becoming more and more frequent, and the number of people coming and going is also increasing. When he was old and weak, he let his son take over, and he took out decades of savings to buy his son a large boat, which could transport several people across the river at a time.

When Yuanhuai arrived, there were already two men waiting for the boat here, one was thin and black-faced, and the other was honest and stocky. The black and thin man wore a gray straight jacket, carried a waist knife, and his clothes and shoes were quite neat, but the honest one was dressed as an ordinary farmer, and his pants were covered with mud and dust. Judging from the gesture, these two should be companions. The two looked at Yuan Huai for a moment, but did not speak.

Soon, there was a whistle on the lake, and a white canopy boat flew in. The boatman shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have been waiting for a long time! Transition ten cents per person, get off the boat and give money! Let's go if it's three! Transition ten cents per person, get off the boat and give money! Let's go if it's three! ”

As he spoke, he was already on the shore, and the boatman collected his oars, stabilized the boat with a penny, and jumped ashore. The two men were not humble, and got on the boat with one foot and sat in the tent. The boatman went ashore to relieve himself, and saw that the old monk had also boarded the boat and sat down, and was about to untie the rope and start the boat, when someone shouted in the distance: "Wait, wait, I want to transition!" ”

I saw a young man in brocade striding forward, his robe was windy, and he was in front of the ship in a blink of an eye. "Hey, wait for me, ha, it's just the right time!" The boy in brocade got on the boat as he spoke, only to see that his feet didn't seem to touch the ground, like a fallen leaf falling on the boat, and the boat didn't shake. The two men in the boat looked at each other when they saw this.

Yuan Huai sat on the bow of the boat, and when he saw this son, he praised in his heart: "What a handsome father-in-law!" It's the first time I've seen such a handsome person in my sixties. Look closely at his clothes, wearing a scarf, wearing a blue brocade robe, stepping on a pair of black silk square toe boots, the cuff of the shoe is embedded with gold thread, his figure is slender and straight, carrying a long sword behind his back, the sword spike is fluttering, and the jade tree is in the wind, and his spirit is flying.

The boy in brocade looked at everyone and sat down beside the old monk at the bow of the boat. The boatman shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, sit tight, go!" With a penny prop, the boat left the shore and slowly headed towards the middle of the lake. The boy in brocade roasted with the sound of the water: "The boat is moving slowly, flowing horizontally, a penny stalks are cut at the stern, and there are two blue curtain bows!" The other four didn't understand either, and no one accosted him.

Walking into the lake, the boy in brocade saw that everyone was silent, and said to Yuan Huai: "Master is happy, there will be good things, why don't you say it and let me wait for me to be happy." Yuan Huai said: "Amitabha, what joy can a monk have!" It's just that I met a noble person and solved a knot in my heart for many years. "I told the origin of the matter one by one, talking about going to Xiao's house to ask for a book, talking about Xiao Dagongzi taking out a knife, everyone knew that there must be a reason, and they all pricked up their ears, and when it came to the knife technique on Xiao's story, everyone's hearts moved.

When the boy heard this, he waved his hand again and again, and said loudly: "Master's words are too deceitful!" Deceive us and others who do not know the world, and there is no book in this world that is worth so much silver! If it is so valuable, how can it be justified, and if it is returned, how can anyone receive such a low profit! Ridiculous, ridiculous, Master deceived me. ”

The two men had moved from the tent to the bow of the boat at some point, and the black and thin man also said: "The monk is joking, and he is playing tricks on us!" ”

Yuan Huai blushed anxiously, and said, "Amitabha, monks don't speak." This is a true thing, the Xiao family's father and son are noble, and the poor monk must recite the Buddha to the two benefactors every day after returning to the temple. ”

The black thin man said: "Believe it or not, unless the master takes out the book and looks at it, he will know whether it is true or not." ”

Yuan Huai regretted it at this time, blaming himself for talking too much, closing his eyes and just reciting Amitabha.

At this time, the crop man suddenly shouted: "Good thief monk! Look at your young age to do such things! If you are blushing, you must have violated the rules, stolen wine, and eaten too much nonsense to coax us honest people...... Maybe they stole something, otherwise where would the monks get the money to buy alcohol! ”

Yuan Huai was anxious, untied his burden, took out the "Mingxia Sutra" and shook it, and said: "It's a true thing, hey, the book is here." I saw that the book was old, the corners were slightly rolled up because of the overturning, and the three large characters of "Mingxia Jing" were clearly written on the cover.

The black thin man said: "Only when you open it will you know if it is true or false." ”

Yuan Huai spread the book on the cabin, opened the first page, paused, turned to the second page, paused, turned to the third page, and the three of them had already come over and stretched their necks.

Strange to say, at this time a sudden whirlwind blew on the lake, the original two pages in the middle were turned off the line by Xiao Dongshan, not sticking to the body of the book, as soon as the wind came, Yuan Huai was busy pressing it with both hands, but it was too late, these two pages had already been blown up and lifted to the back of the boat.