The rain fell harder and harder, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky.
Fang Han carried a wooden basin on his head and searched around the temple. Finally, he found three corpses that had been eaten by fish and shrimp in a puddle.
The bones were fished out, wrapped in straw mats, and buried under the peach tree at the entrance of the temple.
After doing all this, Fang Han came to see Zhang Heng and said: "Brother Zhang, I have gathered the bones of the three monks. I will take the cows back soon and buy some ingot candles to commemorate them."
After a slight pause in his tone, he added: "I did the math. After dividing the money into four parts, it will be about sixty or seventy taels. It is better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it together. We discovered the money together, so let's just have half of it each."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "You were the one who climbed up the Buddha statue to find the money, and you were the one who gathered the bones of the three monks. I will not take this money if you have no merit and no reward."
Fang Han wanted to say something else.
Zhang Heng interrupted him: "If you are serious, just offer incense sticks to the three monks during the holidays. Instead of thanking me, why not thank them."
Fang Han thoughtfully bowed in the direction of Maitreya Hall.
Before separation.
Zhang Heng stopped Fang Han again and asked him: "You are a slave of the Fang family. Now that you are rich, what are your plans in the future?"
Fang Han scratched his head: "My master treated me well. I want to go back and discuss with the master to see if I can redeem the deed of betrayal. If possible, I plan to follow the eldest lady to study in the Lingxi sect and become a master in the future.
Someone like Xiang Daxia."
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "The best outcome for you is to redeem yourself after you go back, then open a shop with dozens of taels of silver, rely on the trust of Fang Mansion and Master Fang to start a small business, and learn martial arts to become a hero."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "A hero has stinky feet, and a hero has a lot of farts. Many people think he is glamorous, but in fact he is not. This is not a good way out."
why would you say so.
A hero acts righteously and does not stick to trivial details. He has to walk a lot every day, and it is inevitable that he will eat and sleep in the open air. Naturally, his whole body will stink.
What a hero.
If there is a business today, I will drink a large bowl of wine and eat a large piece of meat.
If there is no harvest tomorrow, we will tighten our belts and live a better life.
Eat a good meal when you are hungry and a good meal when you are full, and drink cold wine and cold meat. It is strange that your stomach will be healthy.
Therefore, heroes have smelly feet and heroes fart a lot. From Zhang Heng's point of view, it's really not as good as doing your job and doing some small business with those dozens of taels of silver.
after all.
A few dozen taels of silver seems like a lot, but if you want to study under a master, it might not be enough to do anything.
The eldest daughter of the Fang family is studying in the Lingxi sect, which is one of the top martial arts sects in Yuzhou. The world is in chaos right now, and there are countless children of high-ranking officials and nobles among them.
Just thinking about it, Zhang Heng knew that the cost of learning the art would probably be quite high.
If you hand over dozens of taels of silver, you will probably learn a set of ordinary sword techniques and a set of boxing and kicking skills, which will not be of much use.
"I, I am not willing to accept it."
Faced with Zhang Heng's advice, Fang Han had something to say.
Not reconciled, yes.
A man born in heaven and earth, who would be willing to be ordinary?
Fang Han is still young. If he doesn't try to make a career at this time, it will be too late when he is in his thirties and has been smoothed out by society.
Moreover, Zhang Heng knew that Fang Han had another reason.
The young lady of the Fang family studied in the Lingxi sect. In the past, Fang Han was just a cowherd boy of the Fang family, so naturally she didn't dare to think too much.
But in the Lingxi Sect, if you succeed in learning, you can eat swan meat like a toad.
Against the rain.
Leading the cow.
Fang Han hurried back, feeling very happy.
Zhang Heng continued to stay in the temple to take shelter from the rain.
After a while, the rain stopped.
Just when Zhang Heng was about to get up and continue on his way, footsteps were heard outside the temple. Zhang Heng looked up and saw Fang Han running back with a look of panic and covered in mud.
"Brother Zhang, help me!"
Fang Han stumbled, his tone full of fear.
"what happened?"
Zhang Heng sat cross-legged, his eyes full of confusion.
Fang Han quickly explained.
It turned out that he was leading the cow home, but when he arrived home, he saw that the gate of Fang's mansion was open, there was no one in the yard, and there were a lot of broken furniture in the room.
He searched for a long time but could not find the whereabouts of Master Fang and other servants.
You must know that the Fang family is not small. There are more than thirty servants in the house.
This early in the morning, everyone can't go out.
"Brother Zhang, my master must have encountered a bad person or a demon. You are an old master with Master Yan. Please be kind and rescue him."
Fang Han was so anxious that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "You can lead the way, and I'll follow you to take a look."
Fang Han quickly led the way.
The two of them walked east for about three miles and saw a large house in the suburbs with the word "Fang Mansion" written on it.
Zhang Heng went in and took a look.
Sure enough, as Fang Han said, all the doors in the house were open, but no one was there.
Turn around again.
Zhang Heng found that there were no traces of any property being rummaged through. If it had been robbers, places like the wardrobe would have been rummaged through long ago.
"It should be a demon causing trouble."
Zhang Heng explained to Fang Han, then opened his Dharma Eyes and looked around.
"strangeness!"
Under his discerning eyes, Zhang Heng did not see any evil spirit.
He couldn't help but wonder, wasn't it the work of a demon?
"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the yin is turbid and the yang is clear, the five or six Yin Zuns, go out of the netherworld and into the underworld, stay in the middle forever, and protect the immortals..."
Zhang Heng chanted a mantra and pointed toward the house: "Show me the Dharma!"
brush!!
A golden light flashed, and before long, a mirage-like scene appeared in front of the two of them.
Enter the eyes.
The scene in the illusion was probably at night, it was raining, and a beggar came to knock on the door of Fang Mansion.
After opening the door, the beggar seemed to want something to eat.
A middle-aged man dressed as an official did not refuse and asked his servants to bring the leftovers.
When the beggar saw this, he became furious, knocked over the food bowl, and started arguing with Fang Yuanwai.
After saying a few words, the beggar opened his mouth and spit out a gust of black wind.
Blown by the black wind, everyone swayed and turned into a group of lambs in an instant.
The beggar laughed loudly and drove away with the sheep.
"It's not a ghost showing off its evil intentions, it's a man-made disaster!"
After Zhang Heng read the cause and effect, he said to Fang Han: "Your master met a foreigner and treated him as a beggar. He did not treat him well. The foreigner thought that your master looked down on him, so he took advantage of his magic skills to kill Fang Mansion."
Everything turned into a lamb. Fortunately, you stayed in the temple last night, otherwise you would not have been able to escape this disaster."
Upon hearing this.
Fang Han was about to cry, but said bluntly: "This beggar is slovenly, and he came to the door in the middle of the night. Giving him leftovers is already a kindness. I didn't expect that he would repay the favor and kill my husband."
Zhang Heng remained silent.
Many capable people have weird tempers.
Things that normal people think are commonplace may seem to him to be a great shame and humiliation, and there is no reason to explain them.
As for repaying kindness with hatred.
Zhang Heng read a piece of news.
There was a kind man who supported hundreds of students, but then he got sick and had no money to support him.
If you were a normal person, you would definitely understand.
As a result, the parents of the sponsored students actually called and said: "Why do you need to pay for medical treatment? Do you know that if you don't pay, my children will not be able to afford school."
The way the world is, it's hard to say.
Obviously, beggars are also weird people.
They go out to beg for food and ask for alms, but they still think the food is leftovers.
He also didn't think about himself, dressed as a beggar, whoever he went to beg for food, would that family cook him an extra table of food?
certainly.
Zhang Heng still had an idea that he didn't say. This weirdo might have come to Fang's family.
The leftovers are just an excuse. Even if they really cook him some new dishes and steam a pot of rice, he will still kill people if he says: "I don't eat ginger, onions, and garlic."
"Bring me some of your master's clothes."
Zhang Heng said directly to Fang Han.
Not long after, the clothes were brought.
Zhang Heng took out the talisman paper, cut out a paper dog, and muttered something: "The sky is clear and the earth is bright, I grant you the true spirit, which can go up to heaven and earth, and have no escape..."
After giving the paper dog a sniff of his clothes, Zhang Heng ordered: "Follow me!"
Woof woof woof!
The paper dog was no bigger than a palm, but after jumping from Zhang Heng's hand, it walked as fast as flying and ran very fast.
Fang Han chased after him, but he was out of breath. When he stopped again, he had gone more than five miles and reached the entrance of a cave.
What!!
Zhang Heng raised his eyes and saw that there were many sheep locked up in the cave.
Counting, there are about thirty or fifty of them, but the beggar is not here.
Woof woof woof!!
The paper dog rushed into the cave and jumped on the head of a fat sheep.
When Zhang Heng saw it, he pointed to the sheep and said, "This is your master."
"Master!"
Seeing that the master had become a fat sheep, Fang Han's eyes instantly turned red: "You have become like this, how will I explain to the lady later?"
"It's okay."
Zhang Heng stepped forward to take a look and asserted: "They were just under a spell. Although I don't know what the spell is, but as far as the spell is concerned, if no one continues to cast the spell, it can take as short as three to five days or as long as ten days."
It will be automatically lifted within half a month."
Spells are no different than others.
Zhang Heng didn't know what spell had been cast on them, so it was better not to try to break the spell easily.
If you want to break the curse, you must take the right medicine.
The first is to kill the person who cast the spell. Generally, when the person who cast the spell dies, the spell will be automatically resolved.
The second is to let the person who cast the spell solve it on his own. Every spell has two sides. There is a way to cast the spell, and there is a way to undo the spell. This is integrated.
Third, give it time.
There is no spell that can be cast once and last a lifetime.
Especially this curse.
The duration of the curse is usually short or has a time limit.
When the time limit is reached, the spell will resolve itself, just like the acupuncture technique in martial arts, except that it lasts longer, often taking three to five days to complete.
"Song Dingbo, Song Dingbo?"
Zhang Heng and the two men were guarding the cave, hoping to wait for the beggar to come back.
As a result, after waiting and waiting until noon, the beggar was not seen, but a sheepherder was seen.
The sheepherder held a whip and called people's names all the way to the cave entrance.
When I got here, I saw that the beggar was not there, but Zhang Heng and I were there. I couldn't help but ask, "Where is Song Dingbo?"
"Song Dingbo?"
Zhang Heng heard this name and asked, "Is Song Dingbo a beggar?"
"He's not a beggar, but he's just a little slovenly dressed."
The sheepherder said as he walked towards the cave: "The sheep this time are good, big and fat, much better than the last time."
"Tell me about Song Dingbo."
Zhang Heng stopped the sheepherder.
The shepherd didn't hide anything and told him immediately.
It turns out that the beggar’s name is Song Dingbo and he is very courageous.
When I was young, I encountered ghosts while walking at night. If it were a normal person, I would definitely be terrified.
As a result, not only was Song Dingbo not afraid, but he stepped forward and asked the ghost, "Who are you?"
The ghost replied: "I am a ghost, who are you?"
Song Dingbo replied: "I am also a ghost, and I want to go to Wancheng."
The ghost was overjoyed: "I also want to go to Wancheng, and you and I can go together."
Halfway there, in order to save effort, the two agreed to carry each other on their backs.
When Song Dingbo carried the ghost on his back, he felt as light as nothing. The ghost carried Song Dingbo on his back, but he was as tired as a dead dog. He said angrily: "You are too heavy, you don't look like a ghost."
Song Dingbo replied: "I am newly dead, so it is very heavy."
The ghost believed it to be true and carried Song Dingbo on his back for more than ten miles.
As a result, when he saw Wancheng, Song Dingbo asked again: "I am a newly deceased ghost. I don't know what I am afraid of being a ghost. Please ask Brother Ghost to teach me."
The ghost said: "I am afraid of human saliva."
Song Dingbo spit on the ghost, and the ghost turned into a sheep, which was then sold to the market by Song Dingbo and received 1,500 yuan.
"Song Dingbo has often caught ghosts and sold them since then."
"I didn't want to accept it, but he sold it cheaply. He only sold it to me for a thousand bucks. I made at least five to six hundred bucks in profit, so I didn't even think about agreeing."
The sheepherder said to Zhang Heng: "Song Dingbo also told me that after these sheep are sold, they must be slaughtered within three days, otherwise they may turn into ghosts again."
When Zhang Heng heard this, he thought: "Isn't this Song Dingbo's Ghost Hunting Story?"
Song Dingbo's Ghost Hunting Story is a miscellaneous note found in an old version of primary school textbooks.
However, Song Dingbo here is obviously not an ordinary person, but a magician.
Of course, Song Dingbo in Ghost Hunt is probably in his twenties and is still a young man.
Song Dingbo here looks to be in his forties.
Maybe during these twenty years, he had another adventure, not only being able to turn ghosts into sheep, but also people into sheep.
"Uncle Song Ding will ask me to come once every month on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."
"As few as three or five, as many as a dozen. Every time I come, they never let me go back empty-handed."
"But like today, it's the first time I've gotten dozens of sheep in one go. I don't know who was so unlucky that he got them all in one pot."
The sheepherder didn't know that Song Dingbo could not only turn ghosts into sheep, but also people.
He just thought that these sheep were ghosts. The current world is not good, and there are people who eat two-legged sheep, let alone these four-legged sheep.
Therefore, there is no psychological burden on the sheepherders at all when buying these ghostly transformed sheep.
"Your trip today was in vain. There is a wedding banquet at my house, and Song Dingbo has already sold all these sheep to me."
Zhang Heng did not point out that these sheep were human affairs.
Because it is useless to say more and will only cause panic. Instead of letting those who have bought sheep wonder whether they have eaten people all day long, it is better to pretend that this incident has not happened.
"Sold to you?"
The shepherd was stunned for a moment: "Then why did he ask me to come?"
Zhang Heng replied: "He sold me for 1,300 yuan. The price is high. Maybe he asked you to come and have a look. He will think about raising the price in the future."
“Price increase!”
The sheepherder left cursing: "One thousand three hundred coins can buy a real sheep. Whoever buys his ghost sheep, I think he hasn't woken up yet."