When Li Yu got this knife, it was so precious that he almost held it in his arms.
The name Li Jun was very common, but Li Yu felt a little familiar. He shook his head. He didn't sell the sword, but wanted it on credit. He was really a weirdo.
The gate of Daxiangguo Temple was wide open, and several monks came down to collect stall fees from stalls one by one.
Temple fairs are held every few days, which is a huge amount of income. Daxiangguo Temple has been suppressed by Shenxiao Palace in recent years. Although it is not as prosperous as before, life is still good.
Two monks walked over together, looked at the rag bag on the ground, and asked, "Whose stall is this?"
"A knife seller has just finished selling his goods and left." A stall owner next to him paid his rent and said to the monk with a flattering smile.
"Leave? You have been selling here all morning, and then leave after all the sales?"
Another younger monk was about to leave, but he was grabbed by the older monk and asked: "This stall has not been received yet, where are you going?"
"Senior brother, everyone is gone, who should we take them with?"
The man running the stall next to him came up again and said flatteringly: "Here, two masters, this is the one who bought the knife."
Li Yu didn't want to see this. He didn't like the rent-collecting monk at all, so he took Jinlian and left.
"Wait a minute!" The great monk came over quickly, opened his arms and stopped in front of him, and said impatiently: "You pay the rent for him."
"I didn't set up a stall, why should I pay?" Li Yu said coldly with a somewhat unbelievable tone.
"If you buy his knife, you have to pay for it!"
The young monk took a ruler and measured it, followed him, and pronounced a Buddhist name: "This donor, there are three parties in total, plus the shade fee of the willow tree, the total is two yuan."
Li Yu was very angry and laughed: "Shade fee?"
"This willow tree was planted by people in our temple. It is perfectly reasonable to enjoy the shade under the willow tree and pay for the shade." The young monk said seriously.
"I don't know how to hand over money or money!" Li Yu said word by word.
"No way!" The great monk threatened: "Do you think the Great Xiangguo Temple is easy to bully?"
The current emperor believes in Taoism and calls himself Taojun Emperor, and the Shenxiao Palace is even more illustrious.
However, the royal family of the Song Dynasty did not impose restrictions on the beliefs of ordinary people and officials, and Buddhism was still very popular.
Daxiangguo Temple is the largest temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, and the largest temple in the Song Dynasty. It has strong strength and wide connections, and few people dare to challenge them.
This has also resulted in monks being arrogant and looking down on ordinary people. It is common for them to scold or even beat stall owners when collecting rent.
Li Yu said nothing and confronted him with the knife in his hand. He would not swallow this tone no matter what.
The incident here attracted people around to watch. Some people watched the excitement and fanned the flames without taking it too seriously.
Some wanted to come forward to persuade him, but they were afraid of the power of Daxiangguo Temple and did not dare to come forward. They only whispered in the back that Li Yuming was unfair.
At this time, on a small building in the distance, a plump young man was wearing silk shoes inlaid with pearls, a wide robe with big sleeves, and was smeared with makeup and powder, making his ordinary face look shiny.
His ruthless eyes were fixed on the little girl behind Li Yu, and he felt that every part of her body was beautiful.
"Fu'an, come here!"
His entourage immediately came over, bent down, and said with a flattering smile: "What are your orders from the yamen?"
The fat boy smiled obscenely, pointed at the little golden lotus, and whispered to his entourage.
"I understand, I understand."
"Go ahead, if you don't do it this time, I'll castrate you."
"Ya Nei, just take a look."
When Li Yu was confronting the two monks, Fu An came down from upstairs. When he got downstairs, he was not like his grandson upstairs. He straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and coughed lightly with his nostrils pointing to the sky.
Several followers drove away the crowd and escorted Fu An in. He walked up to the two monks and whispered a few words. The two monks turned pale with fright and accused him repeatedly.
Li Yu originally planned to use an escape technique to escape, but he was worried that this was a temple fair and he was afraid of being targeted by interested people. When he was feeling depressed, this man who was obviously an entourage of a wealthy family came and rescued him.
Li Yu clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much for your help."
"These bald donkeys are just philistines, you don't have to worry about it. Your accent doesn't sound like we are from Kaifeng Mansion?"
Li Yu laughed and had no intention of having a deep conversation with the other party. He just made a few silly remarks and left with Xiao Jinlian.
Fu'an looked at their backs, sneered and winked.
There were several figures in the crowd who followed quietly, mixed in the crowd, and began to follow Li Yu.
Li Yu could easily detect such a simple tracking. He frowned. He didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came anyway...
He pinched his fingers, and a mist slowly gushes out from his fingers. Soon, the two people responsible for tracking him felt in a trance at the same time. When they looked up, Li Yu had disappeared.
The two people looked at each other in shock and hurried back to resume their lives.
In the small building, there was a table of wine and food, and the cups and plates were in a mess.
A group of people in brocade clothes gathered around the table, shouting and shouting.
On the stone table between them, there was a round jar in which two crickets were biting.
Around the stone table, everyone's faces were red and their voices were hoarse from shouting.
Fu'an squeezed into the crowd and whispered to his yamen.
"What? Lost me!"
With a snap, Fu'an's face swelled up and he was whipped around three times.
"Look for me! If you can't find it, I'll castrate you!"
"Gao Yanei, what caused such a big fuss?"
"No more fun, no more fun!" Gao Yanei put away the cricket jar and cursed, "You fucking bunch of trash!"
"Don't mention it, Yanei, you have been winning all morning. Are you leaving us now? Can't you afford it?" A young man who was jealous stopped Gao Yanei and asked loudly.
Gao Yanei glared and cursed: "I am a great general who is victorious in every battle. Your crickets are like grasshoppers. If they can't bite them, I won't be able to afford it. I'm leaving to promote you and make you lose less money."
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"I just bought a good dog. When will I bring your black tiger over? Let's have a fight!"
"Bah! What kind of mutt are you, dares to fight with my black tiger?" Gao Yanei was very proud, obviously very confident in his dog.
"Just tell me whether you dare or not!"
"I dare not be your grandson."
"I don't dare to admit it. I have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, and I don't dare to be disrespectful to Lieutenant Gao."
After getting rid of the entanglement of all the dandy boys, Gao Yanei walked out and grabbed Fu An's ear. He grabbed it so hard that blood started to flow from the base of the ear. "Look for me, even if you search from house to house, you can't find that girl. I
Sell your mother to a brothel."
"Ouch, ouch, please slow down, don't be angry, I'm going to find you right now."
