In Qian Tang, reincarnation went from the underworld to the human world, so the matter of reincarnation naturally became more humane.
"Since Mr. Hua recommended me, I should have a special destiny."
This is what the divine general who receives the souls of the dead at the Lunchuan Temple said.
Then he took up the divine light, took the old salesman and the Taoist priest who came with him, and flew up into the sky with a yellow tail. The bustling city was like a chessboard scattered at his feet. All the way, the light was fleeting, and when he arrived at the corner of Yingchao Square outside the city, he disappeared and fell into the sky.
One family.
It's said to be a house, but it's actually just a rotten shed, covered with a torn bamboo curtain.
The shed was small and there was nothing there, except for a lifeless woman lying holding a crying baby and sucking milk.
soon.
A dirty sailor opened the curtain and came in, throwing in a few coins.
The woman put down the child, carefully put away the copper, silently picked up her lower garment, and spread her legs.
The sailors rushed over impatiently.
After three seconds of thrusting, there was a groan.
The sailor scratched his crotch and cursed and left, leaving the woman to continue holding the child and looking at the door curtain waiting for the next guest to arrive.
The god pointed at the sucking baby.
"The immortals and Buddhas of the Thirteen Families are compassionate and grant that all ghosts in the Qian and Tang Dynasties, regardless of whether they are wise or foolish, can be reincarnated as human beings regardless of the sufferings of mountains and fires. However, there are many sufferings, many poor, few rich, many bitter, and few sweet.
. Most of the ordinary dead ghosts are reborn in such poor and lowly families. They are the result of neglecting Buddhas and gods and not practicing good deeds during their lifetimes."
Having said that, if you save money to be reincarnated, who would be happy to have a miserable life again in the next life?
"Don't be anxious." The god general twisted his beard and said with a smile, "The fate should be here."
"Evil causes lead to evil consequences, and good causes also have good consequences. Above the suffering sentient beings, there are three classes of people, each of whom casts his or her own merits into the family. Originally, you are not local believers, and there are no names in the merit books of each temple, but there are recommendations.
, then you can replenish it with incense.”
Huang Wei hurriedly agreed; "The kid knows the rules and has already prepared incense to worship."
"This is a big fallacy!" Unexpectedly, the general said with a serious face, "What's the use of asking for incense from gods and Buddhas? The temple uses the incense offered by you to accumulate merit for your good deeds."
Huang Wei was suddenly enlightened and hurriedly asked Li Changan and the old salesman to thank him for his advice.
The god general nodded with satisfaction, regained his divine light, and flew to a small house in Fuguifang with the three ghosts in his arms.
The small courtyard has earthen walls and thatched roof. Although it is simple, it is finally complete and looks like a home.
God will say that the owners of this courtyard are a couple from out of town. The husband is good at making steamed buns and the wife also has weaving skills. The couple have worked hard all day long for many years before they were able to build such a small courtyard outside the city.
, raised two children, lived a tight life, but managed to have enough food and clothing, and even squeezed out some spare money to go to the city to worship Buddha during the holidays.
The general said: "This is a good home."
Huang Wei asked: "If I want to be reincarnated into this kind of family, how much incense will I need?"
The god will stretch out a finger from his wide cuff.
The three ghosts nodded silently, feeling that they still had some strength left.
The divine general shone again, and this time he arrived at a small building facing the street in Dongwazi.
The small building has two floors. The front of the first floor is used as a shop, the back is used as a warehouse, and the owner's family lives upstairs.
The owner of this family is surnamed Fang, and her maiden name is Li. She is a local. Her parents died early, leaving this shop behind. She hired her husband and took over the business. In the past few years, she has done a great job. At the beginning of the year, she also
After inviting Master Zengfu Dharmakaya to come in, the business became more and more prosperous.
"This is the home of the good."
"How much is the incense?"
The general made some gestures in his sleeves again, and the three ghosts looked at each other in confusion.
The divine general didn't ask any more questions, and the divine light came out again, this time falling outside a wealthy family's mansion in Tianmufang in the east of the city.
The high-walled courtyard of this house is very grand. It occupies nearly a quarter of a mile in Qiantang City where every inch of land is available.
Without bothering to speak, Huang Wei first exclaimed: "Could it be from Mr. Zhang's house?"
This family's surname is Zhang. They are famous in the Qian and Tang Dynasties. They have inherited poetry, calligraphy and medical skills. They have been known as virtuous from generation to generation. The head of the family of this generation is even more famous and has a profound understanding of Buddhism. He often sits and discusses Taoism with the eminent monks in the city.
With a high family status, good tutoring, and few premature deaths, this is the "home" that thousands of dead ghosts in Qian and Tang Dynasty love in their dreams.
"This is the home of the best."
Huang Wei asked anxiously: "How many good causes are there?"
God will laugh and not answer.
Well, this store is a living brand in the industry. You can only see it, not buy it.
The three ghosts realized that they were interested and no longer asked further questions. After a little summing up, they gritted their teeth and decided to find a good home for the old shopkeeper.
This amount of money is not a small amount, so the old salesman is inevitably worried and refuses it repeatedly.
Huangwei consoled him: "Brother, why bother to refuse? You are serving as an outpost for everyone, how can you do it so hastily?"
To avoid having to fight with him, I paid the deposit on the spot and agreed to reincarnate tomorrow.
As for today…
"I will be reincarnated tomorrow. From now on, humans and ghosts will be separated. I must practice it for my brother tonight!"
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Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Xingshanfang in the south of the city has convenient waterways and is close to Wa City. It is one of the most prosperous areas in Qiantang. Unfortunately, the He family's mansion, the first one entering the square from the south gate, is a famous ghost house.
It is said that the young master of this family, whose name is He Te, was obsessed with watching dramas. He behaved inappropriately as a wealthy and noble son, and acted as a knight-errant. His unscrupulous words and deeds angered the ghosts and gods. Not only did the whole family suffer, but this well-positioned company was also affected.
The house has become a dangerous place.
Neighbors all said that late at night, they often saw the miserable fire in the courtyard and heard the wailing in the house. It was the ghosts of the He family who were still lingering inside.
Especially in recent days, it has become even more ferocious, and you can hear the hissing of ghosts in broad daylight.
However, today, a sneaky man came to the secluded back alley of the He family's mansion. He saw that no one was around and quietly opened the ajar back door.
The buildings in the courtyard are dilapidated and the vegetation is deserted. Although it is deserted, it surprisingly does not feel too gloomy.
You can step into the courtyard as a man.
Suddenly a cold wind rose from the ground, blowing in the eyes, rolling up dead branches and leaves all over the ground and "swishing" people's faces. There was also black air in the air, and a hoarse question: "You bold thief, how dare you..."
"Brother, stop here!" the man shouted hurriedly, "It's me!"
The ghostly sound stopped for a moment, then the cold wind subsided, and the black air staggered down, forming the shape of a man.
It seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine, and he stared at the man's face for a while before laughing and slapping the man on the back.
"It turns out to be Bai Yang'er. Why did you take me so long? Come on, come and have a drink."
Without any explanation, he pulled Bai Yang'er all the way through the corridor and the courtyard to the front yard and main room.
The He family is a wealthy family. The main hall was originally elegant and grand, but now it is in a mess. In the middle of the hall, a nondescript fire pit has been built, and a large iron pot has been set up, where broth is being cooked.
Next to it is a large table that was moved from somewhere. It may have been an offering table in the ancestral hall. Now a massacre has been carried out. There are several strips of pork, half a lamb, and a sack with a tight opening. I don’t know what kind of animal is inside.
, still moving slightly.
There were many men in the hall, whether they were humans or ghosts. They were all making noises, drinking wine and eating meat. When they saw a man or a ghost coming in, they all came to say hello.
Bai Yang'er responded one by one, opened his backpack, took out a lot of steamed buns and distributed them.
The steamed bun that one of them got had a few red spots on the surface. He thought it was because the cinnabar was not picked out thoroughly, and he was unhappy about it, but he took a closer look...
"I haven't been beheaded today, how come your steamed buns are stained with blood?"
Bai Yang'er didn't take it seriously: "Xu is from the vendor. When I cleaned him up, some of it got stuck on him."
"He asked you for money?"
"I ate his leopard's guts! I was unhappy at that time and wanted to use him for fun, but I didn't expect, this piece of shit! How dare he hide when I want to beat him?!"
He described in detail how the other party begged and how he used his fists and kicks.
The audience in the hall burst into laughter.
Another man came out from the back of the hall and took his seat.
When Bai Yang'er saw him, he stopped talking, stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and called out:
"Second Master."
This person is none other than Luo Yong, the man who covets the Hua Wengdi store.
He responded with a "hmm" and asked, "How did things go?"
Bai Yang'er suddenly looked depressed.
It turned out that Luo Yong and his group used the name of the ghost king to build a temple, and visited shops and houses in and around the city to intimidate them. Those who had no backers asked for land deeds, and those who had backers extorted money. The victims were forced by the power of the cave city.
Even if you are promiscuous, you have to swallow your anger.
But after word spread that "Fuguifang worked together to build a granary in five days", these people all changed their faces.
When I came to the door again, I was still careful and apologetic, but when I got to the point, I was either talking about things here or there, or putting them off left and right.
Bai Yang'er, the errand boy, felt sulky, and Luo Yong, the man in charge, frowned and poured bowl after bowl of cold wine on the table into his belly.
When Bai Yang'er saw it, he rolled his eyes, got closer, and said bitterly:
"Let me see, it's all the fault of those poor people in Fuguifang. If they hadn't done something bad, how could these timid businessmen dare to turn their backs and deny their credit? Our Chaoyi Trust has such a big reputation, and people like Er Ye are so popular
Hero, have you ever suffered such injustice?"
He leaned over and whispered.
"How about we..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yong suddenly changed his color and suddenly grabbed the wine bottle and waved it around.
Bai Yang'er often hangs out on the streets and is very skilled. He can easily avoid it by turning around and is about to submit...
"What a bitch! How dare you hide!"
His body froze, and he thought to himself: "That's it, my son is here to beat me again."
He let the wine bottle swing again and knocked him over.
But Luo Yong had already stood up, rounded up his fists and feet, struck them down, and yelled:
"Bullshit! Did you forget my elder brother's instructions? Now is the critical moment for the Ghost King to build a temple. Be careful and don't break the rules of the city! But you are encouraging and talking nonsense. If you cause trouble, you don't need to go to Cave City.
You gentlemen, I will gouge out your wolf heart and dog lungs and eat them with wine!"
Bai Yang'er had already suffered a bloody head, but he didn't dare to resist or hide. He only dared to roll around while being beaten.
It wasn't until Luo Yong was tired from fighting that the subordinates came up to persuade him to calm down.
He reluctantly gave up and sat down again.
But after all this time.
Eat wine and meat again.
Either the chicken was too hot, or the beef was too old, and the wine was as vinegary as the wine, which made it unpleasant.
Luo Yong was so irritated that he pulled off his shirt, jumped off the mat naked, strode to the scene of the massacre, and opened his linen bag.
It's not an animal inside, but a big living person.
His hands and feet were trapped with hemp ropes, and his mouth was tightly gagged. Although his whole body was bruised and swollen, if he took a closer look, he could recognize that this person was Sun Bingcheng, who had plotted against Hua Weng.
Suddenly he saw the light, and before he could do anything in a panic, he was shocked to find himself lying on a bloody table, next to him Luo Yong pulled out a wrist-breaking knife with a sullen face.
Sun Bingcheng's eyes suddenly widened and his face turned pale. He was like a live fish that had just been caught on the shore, flopping around and begging for mercy.
Luo Yong was impatient when he heard this, so he turned the handle of the knife over and hit Sun Bingcheng hard on the cheek, causing his round face to turn into a flat face, and a ball of cloth and teeth mixed with blood were squeezed out of his mouth.
It's like a dead fish that has been cooked by a fishmonger, standing upright and difficult to move.
Luo Yong pushed aside Sun Bingcheng's clothes, poured cold water on his chest, and then picked up the wrist-relieving knife...
"I have a way! A way to relieve my anger!"
He woke up in time, broke away from his mouth and screamed like a pig, with blood mixed with his teeth spraying out of his mouth.
"The proper way!"
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That night.
There is another night banquet in Xianyi Temple.
As in the past, it was difficult for the Buddha to see the joy in the scene, so we had to ask the statues in the temple to cover their ears and eyes, and then turn their backs, saying "not to see or not to hear."
But tonight is different.
Tonight's guest is a ghost.
The news about practicing for the old salesman was somehow heard by Jingxiu.
Since escaping from Cave City, she had been busy and had no time to formally thank the Taoist priest, so she took this opportunity to extend the invitation.
You all are doing your best.
But I have said beforehand that we are all poor people and do not need silk and bamboo to accompany our meals, nor do we need beauties to persuade us to drink.
If the monks and dancers in the nunnery are interested, they can come and join in the fun. There is no need to put on heavy makeup or wear special light monk clothes. As for the singing and dancing to add to the fun, whoever is happy after drinking and drinking can just go to the court and perform a random performance.
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In this way, of course, everything at the banquet was not as elegant as when Wuchen held banquets in the past, but there was no need to bother the Buddha with his head covered and his body back. He could just look at the lonely souls and souls with their compassionate eyes lowered from the high altar.
The tricksters enjoyed themselves temporarily.
Right now, in the middle of the courtyard is a haired nun named Hui Ru.
The moonlight is melting and the night breeze is gentle.
She danced as she pleased, her monk's robes and sleeves flying, she sang a tune she didn't understand, and her green eyes were drunk and hazy.
She was originally a Hu Ji from Dashi, who was sold to the Central Plains by merchants. After moving to Qiantang, she lost her support. She had no choice but to join Xianyi Temple, and picked up the skill of entertaining people with sex. While the sex was still there, she asked for help.
Obtain a qualification for future retirement in a nunnery.
Most of the nuns in Xianyi Nunnery have the same story.
Therefore, this song is danced alone under the moon, although there is no silk or bamboo to accompany it.
But I saw the nuns at the table feeling secretly sad and with tears in their eyes.
He Wumei could be seen tapping her cup to make peace.
The scholars were so mesmerized by the sight that they were ready to leave a few poems.
It seemed that Li Changan... he was a dull idiot. He glared for a long time and said, "The skills are quite neat." He turned around and muttered about business with Dahan, who also didn't understand.
There is no need to worry about the sales of the medicinal drinks, and the money is clearly visible, but there is nothing to talk about. After a few words, the conversation turns to reincarnation.
A bright future is always more attractive than a painful past. Several ghosts were attracted by the topic, imagining what they would do if they were reincarnated.
Dahan was not in a hurry to reincarnate. He still had parents and sisters in his hometown. He shyly said that he hoped to make more money and asked someone to send them back to him as a betrothal gift.
The other country guys don't have high requirements. They just need to be born into a good family, preferably someone with skills. As long as they have the ability, they can live anywhere.
The three scholars have the same idea. They hope to be a good family. If they come from poor families, how can they continue to study?
It was Huang Tail's turn, and the furry boy was drunk with wine and said: "The best and the worst are just the amount of incense. If you want to live in the next life, instead of being a poor person who offers sacrifices to others, why not be one who receives sacrifices from others."
Everyone laughed at him: "Huang Maolang originally wanted to be Wong Tai Sin?"
Huangwei pretended to be angry: "Go, go, go, a dog's mouth does not spit out ivory, how could he know that above the upper, middle and lower families, there is a first-class house of kindness that is kept secret."
He actually stopped talking.
Everyone knew that he was deliberately showing off, but they were so curious that they flattered him with flattering comments such as "I say your husband is a good friend", so Huang Wei slowly opened his mouth.
"There are sixty-four temples and tens of thousands of monks and Taoists in Tang City, and there are always those who can refine the relics and cultivate the golden elixir..."
Li Changan laughed: "Do your local colleagues practice this kind of practice?"
“It’s hard to achieve righteousness by yourself.”
Huang Wei laughed enigmatically, but unfortunately his hairy face and sharp mouth made him appear vulgar.
"But those monks and Taoists usually live a pampered life, do not engage in property, and eat well all day long. How can chanting sutras and meditating exhaust their energy? Qiantang City is full of pilgrims, and there are many female donors. There are always meetings in dark rooms, and there are times when yin and yang complement each other."
He lowered his voice and beamed.
"How can such a golden elixir and such relics be left with you? Why don't you find someone else to settle them in?"
Everyone had the same smile on their faces as Huang Wei.
A little head suddenly appeared next to him.
"Isn't the relic only found after he has passed away?" The little nun picked it up with her big round eyes flashing, "How can you still give it away alive?"
Everyone's smiling faces suddenly froze.
I'm hesitating and don't know how to explain it.
The beautiful figure sat down with the fragrant breeze.
But Hui Ru danced and sat down at the table, took the found stuff into her arms, and scratched it until the little guy couldn't stop eating and ran away quickly.
After clearing the situation, she glanced around at the embarrassed people.
In other words, I love young men, especially Dahan, who exudes honesty from the inside out.
She moved next to Dahan, her pretty face was flushed with sweat, and her fragrance was so fragrant that she immediately told Dahan to sit upright and called out: "Master Tai."
Huiru took Dahan's wine glass and said with green eyes: "My name is Shen Shitai. Since we are so familiar, I can just call you Ajie."
Dahan's face turned red and he looked at his companions for help, but Huang Wei, the Taoist priests, and the scholars all turned their faces away, holding back their laughter, waiting to watch the fun.
When I was at a loss, the sister I had just recognized breathed into my ear again:
"Listening to what you are saying about reincarnation from afar, let me tell you, what are the benefits of being a human being? Which of birth, old age, illness and death is not a disaster? Now that we have wealth, it is better to be a good ghost. I think my brother is in love, so why not live together outside the mountain gate?
There is a wine and food stall, I am waiting for guests in the front, and my brother is tending the cooking pot in the back. We are together every day, wouldn't we be happy?"
Dahan couldn't sit still.
"Sister is a human being, but I am a ghost."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? If you wait for me for a few years, I might become seriously ill and become a couple with you."
"Sister is drunk."
Hui Ru chuckled: "Brother, don't you believe me? Who in this nunnery is not suffering from a disease? Just ask Wu Niang, if it weren't for her wonderful hands and kind heart, I would have been a lonely soul."
He Wumei was standing aside and waved her hands after hearing this.
"It's just a minor illness with a headache and a fever. My sister is exaggerating."
Hui Ru said that he was excited.
"My sister is good at everything, but she is too soft-tempered, so she will inevitably suffer a loss? Why are you saying so much? How many people in Xianyi Temple have never taken your soup? Even the host, when she went up the mountain, if you hadn't been willing to take the risk to save her, I'm afraid
There is already one dead body and two lives, how can we be like today..."
Just as she was talking excitedly, the person next to her tugged at her sleeve.
She suddenly felt bad and turned around to look.
Jingxiu's pretty face was grim, and she stood coldly behind her. Without saying a word, she cut out the inexplicably stunned Huang Tail, and led Shide to the other side of the banquet.
Huang Tai slowly came back to his senses and just drank without saying a word.
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The yin and yang in the realm of Qiantang are disordered. As the yang energy between heaven and earth rises and falls, the soul changes in reality and reality.
Over time, the local mages also mastered some tricks.
It's not too difficult. It's just about collecting Yang Qi and solidifying the ghost body. Li Changan just learned it not long ago.
For tonight's banquet, he asked everyone to solidify their bodies so that they could better taste the food and wine.
But even though the physical entity is all good, it is a little inconvenient.
If you drink too much alcohol, you will inevitably feel dizzy and bloated.
Huangwei drank a lot of wine and finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He staggered out of the table and found a corner to take shelter from the wind.
When he is feeling happy, he raises his head and is suddenly stunned.
Even though I had wet my hands after peeing, I didn’t realize it.