Farewell to Chen Fuan who left with some loneliness.
Before leaving, Fahai gave him a string of beads with one hundred and eight counting beads on it.
Every time you perform a good deed, one of the counting beads will fall off automatically.
When all the beads on the bracelet fell off, Fahai promised to unlock the seal for him.
After finishing a mundane matter, the leisurely little monk naturally did not forget the specialties of Xuanping Fucheng mentioned by the bun vendor this morning.
Anyway, there was still some time before the Land and Water Dharma Conference was held, so Fahai didn't feel the urgency at all, so he simply started wandering around the city.
It should be said that he was worthy of being the head of a government. Although Xuanping City was not as grand and magnificent as Chang'an, the imperial capital where he lived when he was a child, it was still a place where humanity flourished.
Because it was a good year and the autumn harvest was just past, every household still had two spare cash on hand after paying taxes.
Unable to resist the annoyance of his children, he also deliberately took advantage of the auspiciousness of the good harvest by going to the street to pull two pieces of cloth. Many people came from the countryside to the city to buy, which made Xuanping Prefecture even more beautiful than before.
It was even more lively.
At the right time, the sun sets to the west, the coarse linen and fine flowers, and the ladies walking side by side are all the tastes of the human world.
There are so many people in the city, and the accumulated vitality turns into billowing smoke, protecting the surrounding areas from disaster.
The huge Chenghuang Temple in the east of the city is filled with incense and green smoke, forming a network all over the city.
From time to time, a day traveler would fly back and forth, holding a roster in his hand, checking from house to house to see if there were any heretical and evil things breeding.
This is also the reason why people in this era rarely travel far. The prefectures, roads and county offices are all guarded by city gods who have been entrusted by the imperial court. Every few years, monks and Taoists practice the method of transcending the past, and evil spirits cannot be easily violated.
But after all, in the feudal dynasty, manpower was sometimes exhausted, and some poor rural areas that were beyond the reach of the imperial court naturally became fertile ground for nourishing demons and ghosts.
If you are not careful, passers-by will end up dead.
He felt very emotional, and seeing that it was getting late, Fa Hai wanted to find a place to stay.
I heard that sending children to Guanyin at Baiyan Temple in the northern suburbs of the city was particularly effective. I wanted to pay a visit, so I headed there.
Passing by Yanbei Lake on the way, the gloominess in the sky has not disappeared yet, but here the lanterns have already been lit, boats are paraded, lanterns are decorated, flutes and pianos are played, and the sound of warblers is endless.
There was a gentle breeze in the lake, but it was no match for the red-hot coals in the boat. Occasionally, a young woman would stick her head out from the half-closed window, wearing a light gauze dress, but she did not feel the chill.
With a hundred thousand guan tied around his waist, he rode a crane down to Yangzhou.
Although this is not Yangzhou, the enthusiasm of poets and poets is not inferior at all.
In just this moment, Fa Hai saw more than one group of scholars, walking together in twos and threes.
Shaking his head, the excitement was theirs anyway, and he had nothing. Fahai was about to leave when he suddenly heard movement from the boat not far in front of him.
I guessed that the drunken guests might be jealous, which was normal. I glanced at him accidentally, but the young monk let out a light sigh.
The drunken young man being held hostage by two servants actually had a hint of evil spirit hidden in his body.
It's broad daylight, and there are Japanese wandering gods patrolling, but there are still monsters who are not afraid of death who dare to enter the city?
Fahai suddenly became interested.
"This donor, may I ask..."
Stopping a scholar who was passing by, Fahai performed a Buddhist salute and was about to ask.
But when he saw that the other party was impatient and about to get angry, he suddenly realized that the person blocking him was a young monk, and he suddenly felt a little amused.
"Little monk, is this a place like Huafang that a monk should come to?"
Fahai was not annoyed either, he just shook his head and explained.
"Of course not. I just saw that the donor was so kind and wanted to ask for his name."
The direction of the young monk's finger was exactly that young man who was drunk and didn't know what he was doing.
"Are you talking about Wei Dawei?"
The scholar was stunned for a moment, but when he saw who Fa Hai was referring to, he laughed even more happily. It took him a long time to stop laughing.
"He is also a legend in our Xuanping City."
Perhaps it was because Fa Haisheng's delicate features gave him a sense of closeness, so he was not impatient, but patiently explained to him.
It turns out that Wei Da Fool, whose real name is Wei Qingcheng, also named Zixiu, was also a famous figure in Xuanping City in his early years.
The Wei family is a well-known local gentry, and Wei Zixiu himself is even more talented. He has passed the elementary and middle school level at an early age, and he is a scholar who will surely rise to great heights in the eyes of the people in the city.
But just on the second day after Wei Zixiu passed the examination to become a scholar, something strange happened. Wei Zixiu, who was the head of the high school case, turned out to be possessed by evil spirits.
Not only did he tear up the shelves full of Confucian classics in his study, he also beat anyone he saw and even ate them alive.
Mr. Wei, who regarded his son as a precious baby, panicked for a moment. After asking his servants to tie him up, he searched for doctors everywhere and tried all kinds of methods, but nothing worked.
In the end, the eminent monk from Baiyan Temple performed a ritual for him, and he gradually recovered. However, although he regained consciousness, his temperament changed dramatically.
Collections of ancient books that were regarded as treasures in the past were abandoned one after another, and elegant scholars who had always been self-denial and returned to etiquette became daily visitors to brothels and boats.
At first, Mr. Wei had the idea of trying to straighten it out, but gradually he tried all kinds of methods, but there was still no improvement.
In the end, Mr. Wei, who was exhausted physically and mentally, could only give up and no longer care about him.
At least he has a son. Although he is a concubine, he is not as smart as his eldest son in the past, but he is better because of his hard work and self-improvement. He also passed the scholar examination last year.
"No, Young Master Wei stayed in Miss Qianqian's boat for another three days and three nights without leaving the house. His wife and I were so angry! Master Wei was forced to have no choice but to come here in person with his servants."
He sneered, and there was a hint of gloating in the scholar's tone.
It's understandable when you think about it. After all, scholars look down on each other. Seeing that the two of them are about the same age, I think in the past, this scholar was often overwhelmed by the other party.
Nowadays, the former favored son of heaven is no better than a phoenix. How can he be able to live up to the injustice he suffered in the past without stepping on him?
"Who is Miss Qianqian?"
Fahai asked again in doubt.
"Of course Miss Qianqian is the star of this wish-fulfilling boat. How many people spend hundreds of dollars to avoid seeing her, but for some reason they favor this fool. It's a pity and a pain to pair a flower with cow dung!"
The scholar shook his head for a while, feeling unspeakable regret.
Fahai secretly rolled his eyes.
No matter what people say, it's just like a jade tree standing in the wind, showing talent. Why don't you, a poor scholar, take care of your appearance and compare yourself with others?
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Let me just say that if there are any provocative posts debating Buddhism or Taoism in the future, regardless of whether the original intention is good or bad, the posts will be deleted.
I hope everyone can understand that it is better not to touch some bottom lines.
This book is a chat group that is generally light-hearted. Isn’t it cool to see the shady little monk interacting with the group friends? [Funny.jpg]