Chapter 44 Almost a little
Roar, roar, roar!
In the Demon Suppression Tower, suddenly, there was a human roar.
When Yuanfang heard that the situation was wrong, he said, "He's enchanted again, leave quickly." And urged the handsome pot, the flower wanted to rong, and the little novice left.
In the roar.
There was a burning sound, and the master of Buddhism was chanting the scriptures to suppress demons, and a stream of Buddha light came out of the demon suppression tower.
Hua Xiangrong turned her head to look.
Yuanfang explained: "As soon as I got a monk in my temple, I went to the west to learn scriptures. When he returned, he imprisoned himself in the Demon Suppression Tower and locked himself with a black iron chain. β
And the masters in the temple chanted the Buddha every day to remove the demonic nature from him, but the demonic nature was too strong, and he had not been removed for so many years. β
"I'm sorry to disturb the donors. "Round square holds ten in both hands.
Ask them to leave.
......
A man, a woman and a small monk walked out of Longquan Temple.
Hua Xiangrong lowered her eyebrows and thought, isn't there a madman inside? Or rather, the madman is not imprisoned in Longquan Temple.
Is that information fake?
It seems that you have to explore the Demon Tower at night to find out if the madman is imprisoned there.
Shuai Guo looked at her with a sad look and said, "What's the matter, don't worry, there is a fate to come to meet, maybe your wishful husband is on the next corner." β
Shuai Guo looked around the corner.
Around the corner, there are beggars in ragged clothes and banging on bowls, dripping and gnawing on steamed buns.
Hua Xiangrong said: "Hehe." β
Shuai Guo was a little embarrassed, and changed the topic: "You came to Longquan Temple, in addition to asking for marriage, you should have other purposes." β
Hua Xiangrong said: "No comment." β
Since she doesn't want to say it, she won't say it no matter how you ask her.
Under the stairs.
There are two stalls, one on the left and one on the right, one is a monk who gives people a lot, and the other is a Taoist priest who tells fortunes.
The monk sat there, very busy, there were too many people to sign the lot, and they all lined up, all of them entered the temple to worship the Buddha and ask for the sign.
Those who ask for wealth, those who ask for marriage, and those who seek children are all answered here.
And the old Dao Na, empty. The Taoist stalls were all placed at the entrance of the temple, and it was also due to the Buddha's generosity, otherwise, it would be a stall to beat people, and a banner was hung that read, 'Count the world's affairs.' The old man was lying there, and he didn't seem to have any intention of telling fortunes.
When someone asked, he ignored it.
"Don't tell your fortune?"
Lao Dao glanced at it and said, "One hundred taels, count as one hexagram." β
The woman turned around and walked away, scolding, "It's so expensive." Must be a liar. β
Lao Dao muttered, is it that if I want less, I won't be a liar, no, I'm not a liar.
Eyes flickered.
Suddenly, he stood up from his chair.
walked in front of the handsome pot and Hua Xiangrong, and said, "Sir, Miss, tell your fortune." "Little monk, just ignore it.
Hua Xiangrong didn't want to tell fortunes, because she didn't believe it, and the same was true of Shuai Guo.
Take a detour to get there.
"If you count a hexagram, you are not allowed to use silver. The old man said, and pulled the clothes of the handsome pot, not to stop.
"Okay, do the math. And shouted that Hua Xiangrong would calculate a hexagram together, and Hua Xiangrong said: "No, I'll go first." With that, the man walked away.
Lao Dao saw that everyone was leaving, so he could only take out his housekeeping skills, and said, "Girl, you have a bad omen." β
Bra?
Hua Xiangrong's face turned blue.
"What did you say?"
"A great omen, you see that your face is blue, and Yintang is also a little black. As he spoke, he took out a bronze mirror and handed it to her, "Look for yourself." β
Hua Xiangrong picked up the mirror, it was indeed green, and Yin Tang was indeed a little dark.
But he was still a little puzzled and said, "Really?"
Shuai Guo was on the side, trying to hold back her laughter, such a little trick scared her, I didn't see that she still had such a stupid and naΓ―ve side.
"Girl, have you been having some trouble lately?"
"It's okay. β
Sitting there unconsciously, talking with Lao Dao, talking and talking, seeing that the fire was almost over, Lao Dao took out a talisman and said to her: "This talisman is painted by the Taoist Temple, you take it with you, it can drive away evil and avoid evil, and turn evil into good fortune." β
Hua Xiangrong took it and said, "Thank you." And got up to leave.
Lao Dao hurriedly shouted and said, "Miss, have you forgotten something?"
Hua Xiangrong looked at it carefully a few times and said, "No, it's all there." β
Lao Dao thought to himself, is this girl really stupid, or fake stupid.
"That talisman was bought by me for fifty taels, no, one hundred taels from the Taoist master, you ......" Lao Dao thought to himself, I said it so clearly.
"Oh. Hua Xiangrong said.
"And then?"
Lao Dao was going crazy, but he still said patiently: "Silver." β
"Ask him for money. Hua Xiangrong pointed to the handsome pot beside him and said.
Shuai Guo hurriedly said, "I don't know her, I don't know her." β
"Girl, who are you?" grabbed the little monk and was about to slip away.
Lao Dao's eyes were quick, he grabbed the handsome pot and didn't give it away, and Hua Xiangrong had already slipped away, and his figure disappeared from sight.
Shuai Guo waved his hand and said, "Let go." β
"Don't give money, don't let go. β
"No money?"
"I don't believe it, I'm searching. As he spoke, he touched the handsome pot for a while, but in the end he didn't touch it, so he could only scold: "Poor ghost." β
"Get out. β
Shuai Guo hurriedly pulled the little monk away.
Wait for the handsome pot to go away.
The old Taoist said: "It turned out to be the son of the old man." β
"It's just, kind of stupid. β
Shuai Guo walked away, and then scolded: "Hua Xiangrong, you wait for me." β
.......
Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
The old white ghost and the old bustard argued: "You didn't say two hundred taels before, why do you want four hundred taels now." β
"Yesterday is yesterday's market, today is today's market, that's the same, don't you say? The bustard said apologetically: "The market has decided, there is no way." β
The old white ghost touched the three silver tickets in his arms, which looked a little thin.
"Can't you have less?"
"I cultivated like flowers, how much it spent, how much time, energy, and money. For the sake of you who really like Ruhua so much, the ransom of four hundred taels is already the lowest price. The bustard said.
"Okay, okay, for the sake of you're a regular customer, then I'll be less. The bustard held out a finger.
The old white ghost hurriedly said thank you, one hundred taels less, isn't that three hundred taels, the silver is just enough to redeem Ruhua, and shouted: "Ruhua, Ruhua." β
Ruhua walked down the steps, and the floor shook slightly.
stepped forward and took Ruhua's hand and said sweetly: "I'm here to redeem you." β
This is the most beautiful love word Ruhua has ever heard.
Ruhua picked him up and kissed the wrinkled face of the white old ghost.
The old white ghost said: "Give me the deed of sale of Ruhua." β
The old bustard said: "The deed of sale, I am ready, pay the money with one hand and hand over the deed of sale with the other." β
"Give!" the old white ghost gave the silver ticket to the bustard, and took the deed of sale from the bustard.
The old bustard took the silver ticket, counted it a few times, and wondered, "Three hundred taels?"
"yes, didn't you say three hundred taels?"
"When did I say three hundred taels?"
"You didn't just say less, and you held up a finger. β
Misunderstanding.
"I mean one or two less. The old bustard stretched out his hand and said, "There are still ninety-nine taels left." β
The old white ghost was penniless and said, "Give it next time." β
The old bustard resolutely refused to give in, he couldn't let him break the rules, otherwise, he would give a part of the ransom in the future, so what should I do in this business, and he said: "That person, you take it away next time." β
"You ......" the old white ghost pretended to be clever and said: "Old mother, you can give me Ruhua, without Ruhua, I can't live, she is my life." β
"Brother, it's not that I won't let me, I also hope that the girls under my command can have a good home. But I can't lose money, don't you say? β
The old bustard reached out and took back the deed of sale from the white old ghost's hand, and returned the silver ticket to him.
The old white ghost took Ruhua's hand and said affectionately: "Ruhua, wait for me, I will definitely take the money back to redeem you." β
"I'll wait for you. β
Kiss.
Kiss one.
The old bustard couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "If you kiss my girl again, you have to give the silver." β
The old man was annoyed, said goodbye to Ruhua, and left.
.....
As soon as the old white ghost came back, he hugged the handsome pot and cried, "You Grandpa Bai, my life is miserable." β
The hand has already touched him, and he said in his heart, why is there no silver ticket.
Shuai Guo patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Grandpa Bai, what's wrong with you, if there's anything, just tell me." β
The old white ghost shook his head and sighed, opened his mouth, looked at the handsome pot, but did not say it, opened it again, and said, "I...... Alas!"
He sighed heavily.
"Whatever you want, just say it. β
Suddenly, he held the hand of the handsome pot.
"My good grandson, only you can help me. β
Shuai Guo waited for the following.
The old white ghost said that he went to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion today and ransomed Ruhua, and said, "I want to redeem Ruhua, but it's a little bit worse." β
When I heard about the silver, I chuckled in my heart.
Suddenly realized that the old white ghost hugged just now, it must have been touching the silver, but fortunately, the silver was hidden and not carried.
"Almost, how much is that?"
The old white ghost said: "Ninety-nine taels." β
So much!
Shuai Guo thought to himself, although he said that he would rather destroy a temple than a marriage, but... I can only be a wicked person today, and I only listen to his advice: "There is no grass at the end of the world, why should you love a flower." β
"Don't hang yourself from a tree. β
As long as you don't ask him for money, you can do anything.
The old white ghost said angrily: "You have changed!"
"You're not the handsome pot I know anymore. β
"I'm leaving. β
Sensationalism is not good, and it can only be taken risks.
The down, thin back slowly walked out of the door.
Shuai Guo couldn't bear to look at it.
When the old white ghost walked to the door, he muttered in his heart, why don't you call me, this plot is not going in the right direction.
Suddenly, the handsome pot behind him shouted: "This silver, I'll come out, can't I come out?"
The old white ghost stopped.
Said: "Shuai Guo, you are still the Shuai Guo I know, kind, filial, benevolent and righteous......."
After a compliment, he went straight to the point and said, "What about the silver?"
Shuai Guo shook his head, took off his shoes, took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels, gave it to the old white ghost, and said, "Remember, find me a tael." β
The old man Bai didn't dislike it, staring at the soles of his shoes, looking at the handsome pot only numb, and said in his heart, it seems that he has to hide in another place.
......
That night, Hua Xiangrong sneaked into Longquan Temple.
Entered the Demon Suppression Tower.
Demon Suppression Tower, a total of nine floors.
As soon as I entered.
On the ninth floor, an old monk whose whole body was bound by iron chains opened his eyes and closed them again.
On the first floor, there was an empty space all around, and in the middle there was a huge stone pillar with countless iron chains on it, and the iron chains locked it was a pair of skeletons, all of which had been dead for a long time. When I got closer, I saw the words on the stone pillar.
"I'm not reconciled, I'm a demon spirit, and I'm going to die in this tower that doesn't see the light of day. β
"I'm going to kill the Buddha. β
Hua Xiangrong looked at it and was shocked.
Demon Gate Demon Heavenly Spirit, a master of the upper realm, a body of magic skills, superb.
Eight years ago, he disappeared, and he didn't expect to die here.
Wait for the flowers to walk out to the second floor.
"Why did the donor come? The voice seemed far and near.
"Who?"
The flower wanted to be startled, but there was nowhere to go, and there was no human figure.
"Sneaky, what kind of hero. β
The voice sounded again: "Donor, let's get out of here quickly." β
The old monk on the ninth floor suddenly had a fierce look on his face, "Hahaha, you can't go...." β
One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.
One-piece double-sided.
Hua Xiangrong saw that the situation was not right and left the Demon Suppression Tower.
As soon as he left, there was a tremor in the Demon Suppression Tower.
The monk who was meditating outside said, "It's not good, I'm in the devil again." β
One by one, the monks sat outside the tower, reciting the Heart Sutra, bursts of Buddha light, shrouded the demon suppression tower, suppressed the old monk's demonic nature, and the old monk slowly calmed down.
"You can't shut me up, I'll come out one day. β
The voice slowly faded away.