When the villagers saw that the officials were gone, they were relieved one by one, as if they had come to life.

The old village chief walked to Yeming's side, and he wanted to thank Yeming for his help.

At this moment, someone shouted:

"Monk, the monk is here!"

The others also looked over, and saw a group of monks coming not far away.

The group of monks was led by a fat man wearing a yellow monk's robe, who weighed nearly three hundred catties by sight.

It was flanked by several young monks, and behind it was a group of warrior monks with sticks.

The warrior monks escorted several truckloads of grain and a pile of books.

The fat monk led by smiled and came to the entrance of the village, recited the Buddha's name, and bowed to the villagers.

The people in the village were not very happy, and looked at the monks with complicated eyes.

There is hatred and helplessness in his eyes.

"Poor monks, unable to temple, enlightened.

The sea of suffering is boundless, and our temple perceives the suffering of the people under the mountain, and brings food and cloth to help the donors. ”

The fat monk who claimed to be enlightened said with a smile.

The villagers did not respond to what he said, but simply ignored it.

Seeing that no one responded, Monk Wude continued to laugh:

"However, we monks are also human beings, and we also need to enjoy some worldly incense.

Now let's count the incense owed by your benefactors. ”

The monk on the side handed Monk Wude an account book.

Monk Wude opened it and began to roll call:

"Li Sangen, you borrowed one or two taels of silver from my temple last year for my son's medical treatment, according to the contract of nine out of thirteen, I should have repaid my temple one or two or three dollars of silver in February this year, but now it is August, and the loan is overdue, you should repay my temple now, thirteen taels of silver."

When Li Sangen heard this, his hands trembled.

"Master, I, no money, no money."

"No money......

Monk Wude still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were already squinting.

"The four monks are empty, a little money, and they don't care much."

Li Sangen was overjoyed when he heard this, and was about to thank the other party for his mercy, but he heard Monk Wude say:

"Don't you have five acres of land to your name? Wouldn't it be nice to mortgage the title deed? Five acres of land, the poor monk will give you a high estimate, even if it is five taels! The remaining eight taels can be graced for you to pay back next year, but the interest still has to be calculated. ”

After listening to what Monk Wude said, Li Sangen collapsed to the ground in fright, knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

"Master, please forgive me more! That's all I have to say, and if there's no more land, it's all over! ”

Monk Wude turned a blind eye to this and continued to pick up the ledger for roll call:

"Li Tieshi, you borrowed three catties of seeds from our temple at the beginning of the year, and according to the agreement, ninety catties of grain should be returned during the autumn harvest, please pay the grain first."

When a villager named Li Tieshi heard this, he knelt down with a "flutter".

"Master, there was a locust plague in the first half of today, my family only received a hundred catties of grain, and only then was the government took away sixty catties, and the rest is only enough for my family to barely survive, I'm afraid I can't pay you back, please be merciful, and then lenient!"

Monk Wude heard this: "There are still forty catties, so let's pay it back first!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the warrior monk behind him.

The two warrior monks went directly into Li Tieshi's house with sticks.

After a burst of screams from the female relatives in the house, a warrior monk came out with a bag of grain, and another warrior monk came out with a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

The girl couldn't break away from the warrior monk's arm, and when she saw Li Tieshi, she called for help again and again:

"Daddy, Daddy, save me!"

Li Tieshi stepped forward, but was stopped by a warrior monk.

Monk Wude smiled:

"Master Li, don't be nervous, the fifty catties you owe will be paid by your daughter.

A girl, in exchange for fifty catties of grain, you can make a lot of money. ”

The warrior monk ignored the girl's struggle and took the person away.

Li Tieshi wanted to save people, but he was held down by a warrior monk and couldn't move.

Li Tieshi was pressed to the ground, and tears fell to the ground.

Monk Wude didn't care about that, took out the account book, and began to read it again.

All the villagers named by him were all as earth-colored as earth.

Wu Dechao doesn't care, just collects the debts.

If you can't afford to pay it back, you can use what you have at home to pay off your debts.

If you don't have anything, you will use the land deed, and if you don't have anything, you will use your children to pay for it.

The price of a son is higher than that of a daughter, but the villagers generally choose to sacrifice their daughters.

Only if there is really no way, will he sacrifice his son.

Zhao Yuwan on the side saw this scene, she was in a hurry, and wanted to step forward to stop it, but it can be seen that Yeming did not react at all, and a pleading color flashed in her eyes.

"Young Master Yang, you are so powerful, can't you help them?

As long as you are willing to help them, I am willing to do whatever I want! ”

"Oh, really?"

"Really!"

"Then I'll let you leave it alone, would you like it?"

"Young Master Yang!"

Yeming didn't respond, just watched leisurely.

When Monk Wude finished collecting the accounts, most of the villagers in the village looked depressed.

After collecting the account, Monk Wude did not leave, but continued:

"My Buddha is merciful, I can't bear you to freeze to death and starve to death this winter, poor monks have food and cloth here, you can buy it.

Of course, if there is no money, you can also make a credit first, keep an account, nine out of thirteen, plus interest rolling, the account is clear, very fair......"

Although they knew what they would face in the coming year if they borrowed the food and cloth from these monks, the villagers still had no choice, and if they borrowed them, they might be forced to die next year.

If you don't borrow it, you will freeze to death and starve to death this year.

Finally, someone stepped forward and asked to borrow food.

Monk Wude generously lent out some of the grain they had just handed over.

Some people borrowed cloth, and they also lent it out of coarse linen clothes, but what they asked to return was fine cloth.

In this way, the monk Wude will complete the collection of accounts and the distribution of accounts.

After doing this, Monk Wude looked at the two of them.

Seeing that the two of them were in shabby clothes and riding on a donkey pulling a cart, they thought they had fled.

"Two, my Buddha is merciful, if the two of you are living a difficult life, you can also go to my temple to borrow money."

After that, he recited the Buddha's name and led the monks away.

When the monks walked away, the villagers seemed to be drained of their spirits, like walking corpses.

Zhao Yuwan cried and pulled Yeming's arm:

"Young Master Yang, they are so pitiful, you save them!

Please, as long as you promise, I, my body will be given to you! ”

Ye Ming smiled and comforted:

"Miss Zhao Er, don't cry in a hurry, it's too early to cry now, save your tears first, and you will cry later."

The villagers didn't have any mind to pay attention to them anymore, and they had to go home.

At this moment, a loud whistle was heard, followed by the sound of horses' hooves, from far and near.

"It's a bandit, come to collect the New Year's grain."

Someone said weakly, there was no fear in his eyes, only numbness.

The villagers were not in a hurry to go home, so they just waited for the bandits to come.

Soon, three horses were in front of them, three bandit leaders, and a group of bandits with knives and sticks were behind, and they rushed out of the village.

When the bandit leader saw that all the villagers were gathered at the entrance of the village, he laughed:

"Dog, how did you learn such rules this year, you don't need grandpa to send someone to pull you out, and you will come to greet grandpa and me?"

The second leader laughed and said:

"The old rule, the whole village makes up a thousand catties of food, if we can make it up, we will go to the next one, if we can't make it up, don't blame us for using knives!"

The other bandits laughed, and many whistled.

The village chief looked left and right and sighed:

"Let's make it!"

When everyone heard this, several people handed over the grain they had just borrowed from the monk from the usury.

Some bandits came up to weigh it, and it was only 700 catties.

The bandit leader was about to cut people, and the villagers took out some cloth to fill it up and gave it to the bandits.

In this way, this year's "New Year's grain" can be regarded as sufficient.

The bandits were honest, collected enough "annual food", and really stopped looking for trouble, and happily went to the next village.

After sending off the bandits, the villagers stood at the entrance of the village for a long time, and when they saw that there was no next wave of people coming, they returned home like a walking corpse.

Zhao Yuwan couldn't cry anymore, she knelt on the ground, her eyes red from crying, and her tears were still falling.

"Young Master Yang, help them! They are so pathetic! ”

Zhao Yuwan knelt beside Yeming, and was about to kowtow to Yeming.

Ye Ming grabbed Zhao Yuwan and said with a smile:

"I won't help them, but if I want to achieve the purpose of this trip, maybe I will hurt those monks and bandits......"

Zhao Yuwan was stunned when she heard this, and then whimpered:

"I knew that a good person like Yang Gongzi would not die without help!"

As he spoke, he still couldn't help sobbing.

Seeing that Zhao Yuwan was stabilized, Yeming shook his body and drove the donkey cart to the direction of the Temple.

Before Yeming, he helped Lao Zhang Village and other villages, completely to improve his incense wish, and the villagers here didn't know the "Yeming General", so there would be no benefit if they helped them.

You know, Yeming is a demon, and demons are extremely selfish, and it is impossible to do anything to help others.

As a qualified big devil, Yeming will never do anything that is not beneficial, never!

At the bottom of the mountain, Yeming drove the donkey cart to a dense forest and hid it.

slapped Tear Ling on the buttocks, which made Tear Ling almost blow up.

"Look at what, go up the mountain to investigate!"

The Nightlight Envoy evoked tears, and Ling was unceremonious.

Tear Ling wanted to scratch the old devil's face and go up the mountain angrily.

"Is there anything wrong with the mountain?"

Zhao Yuwan was a little curious.

She also went to the temple to offer incense and didn't feel anything wrong.

"Temples generally have means to subdue demons and eliminate demons, let her explore them first."

"Ah, will Tear Ling be in danger?"

Zhao Yuwan has now fully accepted Tear Ling, and she is still very worried about her.

"It's okay, she's back to two lives now, and it's not a big deal to die once."

Yeming said casually, as he spoke, pinching some blades of grass in his hand and kneading them into a pulp.

"Will die! So serious? Then you still let her go? ”

"If she doesn't go, will I go?"

"This ......"

Zhao Yuwan stopped talking, she couldn't bear to let Tear Ling go, but let Yeming go......

She suddenly felt that it was better for Tear Ling to go.

Anyway, listen to Yang Gongzi, she has two lives, it's okay!

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Yeming wipe the pulp of grass sap in his hand on his eyes.

Zhao Yuwan couldn't dodge it, and was put into her eyes by Ye Ming's palm.

"Young Master Yang, what are you...... It's so cool. ”

Zhao Yuwan was still a little repulsed, but she didn't expect this juice to be applied to her eyes, which was quite comfortable.

"You cried too much before, it hurt your eyes, help you put it on it, it will be better."

Yeming said casually.

"Young Master Yang...... You, you're so nice......"

After waiting for a while, a black shadow flashed from the forest, Zhao Yuwan was startled, and subconsciously leaned towards Yeming's side.

"Don't be nervous, it's Tear Ling who is back."

Ye Ming said a word, Zhao Yuwan followed and found that Tear Ling had fallen on the donkey's back, and there was a snake in her mouth.

"Ahh

After seeing clearly that it was a snake in her mouth, Zhao Yuwan subconsciously screamed.

Tear Ling threw the dead snake on the donkey's back, and said with some puzzlement:

"What is there to be afraid of snakes, this thing is very delicious, I saw one on the way back, so I brought it back to you."

Hearing that it was specially brought to herself, Zhao Yuwan was even more afraid:

"I, I don't want it, take it, take it quickly!"

Tear Ling rolled her eyes, opened her mouth to suck, and swallowed the snake:

"It's a waste that you don't even eat such a delicious thing."

As he spoke, he smashed his mouth,

"It's a pity that the nearby snakes all hid after sensing my presence, otherwise they would have eaten a beautiful meal."

"Tear Ling, can you stop talking? I'm scared. ”

Zhao Yuwan curled up behind Yeming, almost crying in fright.

......