"The matter of marriage is related to the reputation of my noble family. How can I allow you to talk nonsense..."
Kong Qing said that Yang Mudan and the red luan are moving, and the marriage will be in the next year. After Yang Mudan said nothing, the man who just paid the money has been standing silently behind Yang Mudan, trying to kill with his eyes.
Kong Qing's coachman actually jumped out without hesitation and said in a threatening tone.
"It should be noted that my noble family is no better than those common women and village girls, who can let you liars talk nonsense at will."
Kong Qing lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the other party lightly, feeling very puzzled...
Is this guy mentally ill?
Did he kill his father or steal his wife? Why is he chasing after him like a mad dog and biting him non-stop?
Seeing that Kong Qing didn't say anything, the coachman became even more energetic.
"Why didn't you say anything, liar? Did you fall into my trap..."
"This lady..."
Kong Qing shook the whisk in his hand and turned his head with a look of indifference. He completely thought that the coachman in front of him who was looking at him with hatred did not exist. With a gentle but aloof look on his face, he spoke to Yang Mudan in an unquestionable tone.
said.
"Although I am young, I have been taught the true Dharma by an expert in the mountains. I understand the yin and yang, understand people's affairs, know the before and after, and all things are clear. Although the eldest lady and you have met me for the first time, I hope you will have no regrets in your life..."
…”
Kong Qing opened his eyes, raised his snow-white hand, and shook it slightly, with a leisurely expression.
"...The poor Taoist learns a lesson, no matter how bad it is!"
"Really? Taoist Master, you are so powerful..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, a little maid standing behind Yang Mudan with her hair in a bun, who had been secretly looking at Kong Qing's face and saw her cheeks were red, immediately jumped out happily.
"Then tell me, what is my name...what is my wife's name?"
"Cuiqiao..."
After hearing what his little maid said, Yang Mudan immediately glared at her little maid shyly. "Don't talk nonsense! Aren't you deliberately trying to embarrass this little Taoist Priest?"
"How can this be considered an embarrassment?"
Following an unfamiliar voice, a monk wearing cassock and with a round figure squeezed in from outside the crowd. He first agreed with the little maid, then raised one hand and bowed slightly to Yang Mudan.
"Since this little Taoist dares to set up a divination stall in front of my Zhuangyan Temple, he must not be able to figure out such trivial matters as the origins of several noble people. Isn't he a liar?"
After seeing the monk appear, the driver, who was full of presence, seemed to have seen a savior and couldn't wait to jump out again.
"Master Fazheng, you've come at the right time! This liar not only dares to set up a stall in front of Zhuangyan Temple, but he actually charges a full amount of money for one count. It's so abominable!"
"What, always money?"
After hearing what the coachman said, the fat monk almost took a breath of cold air.
"so much……"
"is not that right……"
The driver, who seemed to have found his savior, proudly poked the banner behind Kong Qing with his hand.
"Master Fazheng, look, this price is hanging on the wall behind him. It is always accurate and absolutely correct!"
The fat monk followed the direction of the driver's finger and looked at the banner behind Kong Qing, then nodded silently.
That’s right, it is indeed considered a consistent enough article!
Of course, the fat monk selectively ignored the previous sentence about not taking advantage of the opportunity to acquire a wealthy man, and it was just bragging. Everyone knows what is going on and cannot believe it!
"Master Fazheng..."
After seeing the fat monk appear, Yang Mudan, who was sitting in front of the tapestry, blushed slightly. She stood up and nodded slightly to the fat monk, with a look of embarrassment on her face, as if she had been cheated on an exam.
The teacher catches the same students.
In fact, the truth is almost the same!
The noble girl Yang Mudan, who created a persona of piety and worshiping Buddha, not only found a Taoist priest to tell fortunes, but was also caught in the act by the supervisor of Zhuangyan Temple, Monk Weina Fazheng. This really made Yang Mudan feel a little uneasy.
If this guy gives a small report to the Buddha, will his own time to become a Buddha have to be postponed for a few more lifetimes?
"..."
Before the fat monk could say anything in return, the coachman next to him had already jumped up, grabbed the fat monk's cassock, and said nervously.
"Noble... Master Fazheng, just call my eldest lady noble, otherwise, as soon as you reveal the identity of my eldest lady, there will be a little liar over there who will immediately say that he calculated it...
…”
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched silently.
Didn't you see it? This coachman is really a clever little guy!
Does such a profound Taoist practice as Pindao need to use these words that cannot be put on the stage?
At this time, in front of Kong Qing's eyes, the coachman who successfully stopped the fat monk from revealing their identity seemed to feel that he had done a great thing, and said to Kong Qing proudly.
"This little liar... Since the Taoist Priest just said that he knows all things, you can teach him a lesson and make no mistake about it.
But let’s not think too far ahead. We definitely don’t know what will happen in the future now, so let’s ask this ‘little’ Taoist priest to tell us in public what our past background was like.
It just so happens that Master Fazheng of Zhuangyan Temple is also here, and can serve as a witness. If what you say is correct, it will be worthy of the noble person of my family..."
While talking, the coachman also pretended to be generous and gave his hands to the idle people watching the excitement around him.
"What do you think of what I said?"
As soon as the coachman finished speaking, the virtuous (idle) people who gathered around to watch the excitement all started to agree with him.
"That's right, since the little Taoist priest dares to charge a lot of money to give guidance, this trivial matter is definitely not worth mentioning..."
"If you can't even figure out your origins, then what other things are there..."
"It is excellent to have Master Fazheng from Zhuangyan Temple as a witness..."
"Yes, little Taoist, tell me, who is this person?"
"..."
"Thank you all..."
Amidst the noise of the idle people watching the excitement, the coachman looked proudly and raised his hands to everyone around him, as if he had won. When he turned to Monk Fazheng, he even clasped his fists respectfully.
Made a ninety-degree bow.
"Because this place is in front of Zhuangyan Temple, I also ask Master Fa Zheng to be a witness!"
Just when the coachman was bowing, Kong Qing looked over and happened to see the coachman winking at the monk named Fa Zheng, as if he was giving a secret signal.
And then, after the coachman finished squeezing his eyes, Monk Fazheng actually spoke up immediately.
"Although the poor monk is a foreigner, as the donor said, this place belongs to Zhuangyan Temple, so even though the poor monk has insufficient virtue, he can only bear witness!"
"Thank you, Master!"
After Monk Fazheng finished speaking, the coachman seemed to have found a backbone. He turned to look at Kong Qing and said in an aggressive tone.
"Please, 'Little' Taoist Priest, who is our name, where is our home, and what is our origin... If you can say it right today, then that's it. If you don't say it right..."
The driver rolled up his sleeves and shook his fist at Kong Qing.
"...Don't blame a certain family for destroying your business with everyone present today under the witness of Master Fazheng."
Kong Qing's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face was unhappy.
At this point, even a fool can see that the driver in front of him is deliberately looking for trouble!
"Xixiang..."
Originally, Monk Fazheng discovered that she was secretly looking for a Taoist priest to tell fortunes, so Yang Mudan was worried and confused. She had no idea that the coachman would jump out and do something like this without even noticing it.
What exactly does he want to do?
Yang Mudan secretly glanced at the handsome little Taoist priest in front of her and said with some annoyance.
"When will it be your turn to intervene in my affairs?"
"I am also afraid that the eldest lady will be deceived,"
With Monk Fazheng as his backer, the coachman seemed to have a backbone. Facing the angry Yang Mudan, he actually twisted his neck and acted upright.
"Today's saints love Taoism, so these days there are more and more fake Taoist priests in Chang'an City, making the city smoky. It's better now. These fake Taoist priests actually deceived our family. If it had been in the past
, those great Buddhist monks have long..."
Snapped!
Before the coachman could finish his words, he saw Kong Qing, who was standing behind the Gua stall, jumping up from the table of the Gua stall. While his body was still in mid-air, the gun on his back
The bronze-colored ancient sword had appeared in his hand, and the bronze-colored scabbard slapped the coachman's face sideways.
After a crisp sound, the 'upright' coachman was beaten and spun 360 degrees in the air before falling to the ground. Two teeth fell out of his mouth, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Whoosh!
Kong Qing's body spun in the air and landed calmly. After the ancient bronze sword spun around in his hand, it returned to his back again. As he came and went, his posture was cool and unrestrained, as if he was a swordsman.
.
"color!"
Just when Kong Qing jumped out and knocked over the coachman's sword scabbard in the blink of an eye, the cheers that shook the sky suddenly rang out among the idle men surrounding him. Even Yang, who was sitting opposite the Gua stall,
Mudan and the little maid behind him turned into little stars when they looked at Kong Qing.
Don't look at the coachman who is making a lot of noise here and pulling the virtuous (idle) people around him with him, but to be honest, how can you, the idle and panic-stricken spectators, have such a thing as a stand?
As the old saying goes, nothing is too big a deal!
Especially this kind of people who directly take action if they disagree with each other on the street, and also involve wealthy slaves and monks and Taoist priests...
The spectators are having too much fun, aren’t they?
It’s a plot straight out of a legendary storybook!