Chapter 48: The Wheel of Reincarnation Temple, Yellow Tail and the Unlucky Man
"Does the Taoist priest know about Lunzhuan Temple?"
Wuchen asked seriously.
"Master." Li Changan pointed at himself helplessly, "I am a ghost."
"Reincarnation" means "reincarnation".
If you are a ghost in Qiantang and don't know about the Reincarnation Temple, then who should you entrust the hundred taels of Samsara Silver that you have worked so hard to save?
That's right.
This Reincarnation Temple is the place where the ghosts in charge of Qiantang City are reincarnated.
"Ha, the poor monk was in a hurry and made a fool of himself!"
Wuchen laughed at himself, punished himself with a drink, and then spoke in detail.
Although the Reincarnation Temple is in charge of the important task of "reincarnation", it is also known as "reincarnation".
However, the person officiating in the temple is not Ksitigarbha or Guanyin, but the founder of the temple, Zen Master Ming Xingcheng.
People in Qian and Tang Dynasties used to call him "Henan Tripitaka". "Henan" refers to Luoyang, the Zen master's hometown; "Sanzang" refers to Master Tripitaka who is proficient in scriptures, laws, and commentaries on Tripitaka.
"Henan Sanzang" means a great monk from Luoyang.
According to legend, this eminent monk helped Xu Tianshi suppress the demonic dragon thousands of years ago. His deeds have been completed and he has attained the status of Arhat. He can ascend to the bliss of the Western Heaven and escape from the sea of suffering forever.
But he saw that although the demon dragon was bound, the calamity of Qian and Tang Dynasties had not been eliminated, and it was expected that there would be disasters thousands of years later, so he couldn't bear to give up.
So he put down his fruition status and stayed in the mortal world.
However, this person is not a Buddha, so when his life span is over, he actively joins the six paths of reincarnation, becoming a monk from life to life, accumulating good results, and waiting for disaster to happen again.
Lunzhuan Temple was originally named "Lunzhuan", not because they stuck the necks of lonely ghosts early, but because of the great oath and righteous deeds of this founder.
In the hometown of Zen Master Ming Xingcheng, there is also a Lunzhuan Temple.
Within a hundred years, if the Zen master passed away, the Lunzhuan Temple in Luoyang would send monks to escort the Zen master's golden body to the Lunzhuan Temple in Qiantang.
So far, nine generations of golden bodies have been enshrined in Qiantang Lunzhuan Temple, and each of them has a separate Buddhist temple to house it.
There was a message from Luoyang that the Patriarch's tenth golden body would also return to Qiantang. Even the Buddhist temple was ready, but the golden body had not yet arrived.
War broke out frequently in the Central Plains, and bandits arose on the road. The monks in Qiantang were all worried that the golden body of their ancestor would be lost in the hands of some gangster, and they had no way to deal with it. This has become a heartache among Buddhists in Qiantang.
"Golden body? That monk only had a shovel with him and was completely broke. Not to mention the golden body, he didn't even have an ultimatum."
Wu Chen did not reject it easily.
It can hardly be said to be a coincidence that a monk who strictly adheres to the precepts and is highly capable rushed to Qiantang with some kind of mission at this time.
What's more, the current abbot monk of Lunzhuan Temple happens to be of the "Dharma" generation.
"Where is that Zen master now?!"
"Lie in the house."
…………
Wuchen left in a hurry.
According to what he said, there were monks from Luoyang Lunzhuan Temple in Qiantang who might be able to identify Fa Yan.
Furthermore, even if not, there are many temples in Qiantang and Buddhism is at its peak. How can we leave an eminent Buddhist monk in an orphanage and let Taoist ghosts take care of him?
So it came suddenly and went away hastily.
Coincidentally, when he left with his front legs, Huang Tail came back screaming with his hind legs.
"Taoist priest, Taoist priest! Good news, good news!"
"Has the Ghost King built a temple?"
Huangwei: Huh?
His hairy face was completely dull.
Li Changan pursed his lips to indicate the banquet.
"Monk Wuchen came here and told everything."
"Hey! Let me tell you, I thought the Taoist master had developed some kind of clairvoyance and ears!"
He sat down with a smile and didn't mind the leftover wine, so he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"The establishment of a temple by the Ghost King is a huge event! Master Wuchen still finds time to think about us. He is truly a compassionate and eminent monk."
"If you say that he is a corporal, you are not lying, but can he be compassionate?" Li Changan disagreed. "Wu Niang has been in front of him for many years, but he has never reached out to help repair a tile roof of the Salesian House."
"What the Taoist said is wrong."
Huang Wei had been hanging out with the Taoist priest for a month, and he also knew the Taoist priest's temperament, so he could talk freely.
"Qian Tang has a saying, no, there is a song. How to sing it, eh~"
He recalled for a while, picked up his chopsticks and tapped the dishes to accompany him, and slowly sang a little song.
The singing voice is mellow and very deceptive.
Several girls who had received the news too late and arrived too late heard the sound and peeked over the low wall. They saw that the singer was not an eminent monk from Yushu Linfeng, but a wretched man with a hairy face. They felt unlucky and said "poof"
After a few mouthfuls, they all dispersed in disappointment.
Huang Wei didn't take it seriously, but sang more enthusiastically.
The ditty is mixed with a lot of local slang, so it is difficult to describe it in writing. Here is just the general meaning of the lyrics:
A man cannot survive.
He sold himself on a sea ship.
Before boarding the ship.
He asked his father: "Can you raise my children after I leave?"
The old father replied: "Son, I am old, deaf and blind, and Beidou is calling for help every night. Where can I raise your child?"
He asked his wife: "Can you support my father after I leave?"
The wife replied: "After my husband passes away, I have no way to make a living. Where can I support your father?"
He asked his friend: "Can you help my wife after I leave?"
The friend replied: "You and I live together in a shabby alley. Your house has a thatched roof, but my house doesn't have loess walls? How can I have the spare time to help your wife?"
So the man gave his child to the Dragon King, threw his father into a dry well, and sold his wife to a neighbor.
In the end he realized that he had nothing left.
So I walked down to the Cave City alone.
…
Sing a song.
Huangwei said with a smile:
"All living beings in the world are suffering. Even if you use all the good intentions of gods and Buddhas in the sky, you can't contain the sea of suffering. How can Taoist Master criticize Wuchen's compassion for benefiting every suffering person?"
Huang Wei said a word and drank a glass of cold wine. After three or four glasses, he became drunk even if he was not drunk. The yellow hair on his face became smoother and softer.
"You suddenly have wisdom and want to become a monk?" Li Changan scolded with a smile, but nodded and admitted, "But you are right."
"That's right." Huang Tail was fluttering, and he just wanted to say: "You can teach me."
Li Changan continued: "It's just a small act of mercy to save one or two people out of kindness."
"Yes." Huangwei said proudly.
"To eliminate the great evil and solve the cave city is the greatest mercy!"
"That's right...what?!"
Huang Wei was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot and waved his hands repeatedly.
"That's not what I meant!"
With a grimace on his face, he was so proud that he flew out of the sky.
Looking around in a panic, I felt a little relieved when I saw that the yard was covered with yellow talismans to protect the house, preventing the eyes and ears of ghosts and gods from entering.
He sat down again and complained:
"Why do Taoist priests always use such words to scare ghosts?! I, Huang Wei, only have so little courage, and I will be blown away by my harsh words."
"I can't see." Seeing him start to sway around again, drink wine and eat meat, Li Changan said quietly, "At least you are very brave to steal everyone's life-saving money!"
Suddenly.
Huangwei choked a mouthful of cold wine into his trachea and coughed violently.
But as he coughed, he secretly glanced at the Taoist priest from the corner of his eye.
The Taoist priest seems to be smiling but not smiling.
He couldn't continue the performance, so he smiled and said: "Did the Taoist Master misunderstand something?"
"Misunderstand?"
Li Changan looked at this naughty guy and sighed that it was no wonder Hua Weng, Jingxiu didn't want to see him.
"Are you saying that Wuchen lied and that after the night of checking the ghost registration, he didn't hand over to you enough money to pay everyone's '10,000 yuan allowance' out of pity that we were innocently implicated? Or are you saying that the money was made out of thin air?
Evaporate instead of being swallowed by you?!"
Huang Tail jumped up immediately and shouted loudly:
"The sky is a lesson! How have you ever taken it all to yourself!" He counted it out one by one. "Buying the land, paying the deposit, hiring people to inquire, etc., all of which don't cost money? I also put in a lot of capital!"
Li Changan nodded: "So you misappropriated all the business for yourself?"
"There is some misappropriation, but how can it be my business? It's everyone's business!" He was so anxious that the yellow hair on his face stood up. "Isn't all the money earned from 'funeral viewing' going to everyone?"
Huh? I, Huang Tail, swear to God, if I take a penny into my arms, I will be told to wear this dog skin and never be reincarnated!"
He swore many vicious oaths to heaven and earth.
Look at Li Changan carefully.
Seeing that the Taoist priest had no intention of putting himself into the wine jar, he quickly changed the topic.
"I originally had good intentions. How could I earn enough samsara silver just by working hard? I didn't expect that doing business would be so difficult. No, many merchants in Dongwazi are eager to invest in wells!"
Li Changan really didn't intend to go into details. After all, as Huang Wei said, he did not keep the money alone, and the result was not too bad. Everyone paid the ten thousand yuan subsidy in time and made some small money by the way, but...
...Just like Hua Weng warned in private.
Huang Wei is a thick-skinned guy with a low stature. He always has a way to sell you favors and then make some tricks within the range that you can tolerate.
Furthermore, Taoist priests, Huangwei, scholars, and salesmen are all a bunch of wild ghosts, so they have never gotten together because they have the same will.
We are all ordinary people, why should we expect extravagant virtue?
Taoist priests also followed the trend.
"What? Qiantang also has an economic crisis?"
"Golden rooster? There is no rooster." Huangwei didn't understand. "Earlier, Cave City asked Niu Shi and Qu Dingchun to present the land deed of Zhengzhao Temple as a birthday gift. Now everyone understood that this was the ghost king who wanted to build a temple on the ground.
I just happened to fall in love with Zhengzhao Temple. Dongwazi is next to Zhengzhao Temple, and the Ghost King Temple is standing there. How can anyone dare to have fun?!"
Li Changan shook his head: "Fake."
Huangwei was stunned: "How can it be fake?"
"Wuchen told me that although the Ghost King had the permission of the Thirteen Families, the Thirteen Families and the temples in the city were all built by the Heavenly Master Fulong, and are connected to each other..."
Huangwei was surprised: "Connected by the same vein?"
Taoist priests say: "Connected by the same vein."
Phew~ Huangwei almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, letting the Taoist priest continue speaking.
"Therefore, not one of the sixty-four temples should be missing. If the ghost king wants to build a temple, it cannot be built in the city, but outside the city."
Huang Wei smacked the news for a while, shook his head "hehe" and laughed.
"If it's not Zhengzhao Temple, we have to enclose the land and build a new one. Hey, I wonder which unlucky people will have such bad luck!"
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"Oh my God! Why did I get such bad luck? Could it be that the family fortune of three generations was destroyed in my hands!"
The old man was crying outside, and his tears stained his face and stained his beard without even realizing it.
Opposite him, Hua Weng knitted his gray eyebrows into a ball.
This old man was the owner of a warehouse next to the Hua Wengdi store. He came to mourn at his door early in the morning, saying that the Cave City had taken a fancy to the location of his warehouse and wanted to buy it to build a temple.
Whether he was willing to sell it or not was another matter. Anyway, the price offered by Cave City was very "generous".
Hua Weng had a headache looking at the crying old man.
"Excuse me, please don't cry anymore. That ghost king has a huge appetite, and several warehouses and restaurants around you have been threatened by them. It's the same here, but they were driven away. You and me
Don’t worry, my shop is in the center. If I don’t let go, this ghost temple won’t be built!”
When the old man heard this, he finally stopped crying, but he hesitated: "Hua Wen is highly respected, so of course Cave City does not dare to make mistakes, but how can my family of ordinary people withstand the torment of ghosts and gods?"
After hearing this, Hua Weng was displeased and his expression turned cold: "What do you mean? You want to be a lobbyist for the Ghost King?!"
"No, no, that's not the intention!" The old man waved his hands quickly, "I think my warehouse can't be saved anyway, can I leave it to you?"
Hua Weng was temporarily moved, but he often helped poor families in the village and resettled the ignorant and lonely souls of newly deceased people. Even though he maintained a well-located restaurant, he still had little savings on hand.
"But I have no money."
The old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Oh! Never mind! I really can't swallow this breath. In this case..."