The beautifully crafted vase was smashed to pieces.
The servants and maids who were waiting inside and outside the house were all agitated, hunched over, shoulders hunched, and did not dare to express their anger.
"How dare you bully me?!"
Slapping the table hard, Nie Wendong's face was as heavy as water. The guard kneeling in front of him was shaking like chaff, with cold sweat all over his head and body, and he was extremely frightened.
"Amitabha."
The old monk Yuanjue recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, breaking the tense atmosphere. He waved his hand and asked the maids and servants to retreat, and then said:
"This was expected, so why would Lord Nie be angry?"
His eyes fell on the table.
On the purple wooden table is a half piece of paper torn from somewhere, with two words on it.
"No!"
This was the reply Nie Wendong got when he held Xu Wenji accountable for Yang Yu's unauthorized entry into the house and injuring the guards.
He wasn't surprised.
Young talents like Yang Yu must be protected no matter where they are in any force, unless the Shangguan has a grudge against him.
Nie Wendong's letter of accountability is like handing a passerby a knife on the street and asking him to cut off his arm. Unless there is overwhelming force and reason, he will only get an angry rebuke or even a beating.
However, Nie Wendong had no advantage over Xu Wenji.
Apart from the power behind it, his reputation and status are all inferior.
"I knocked on the door with a document, and he responded like this? It's so inappropriate, so inappropriate!"
Looking at the irregular paper, Nie Wendong felt that his eyes were stinging, and with a backhand palm, the purple wood desk was turned into powder:
"I have abandoned the four great families like worn-out shoes in the sea of forgetfulness. I will kill them as soon as I say. Since he came, there has been nothing against him. Why does he insist on making things difficult for me?!"
"That's good, that's good."
The old monk Yuanjue clasped his hands together, somewhat speechless.
He also said that the state leader was angry because the confession letter was refuted. He never expected that he would be entangled in the format and procedures of Xu Wenji's reply...
"Xu Wenji, Yang Yu..."
After venting, Nie Wendong calmed down and sat down again. After his chest rose and fell several times, he looked at the old monk Yuanjue:
"Everything has a price, what do you think?"
Yuanjue was startled for a moment and then nodded:
"The poor monk deeply agrees."
"good!"
Nie Wendong also nodded:
"Nie has not been lascivious to women over the years, he has not paid much attention to gold and silver, he has not been greedy for food and drink, and he has not spent much money. Therefore, he has also saved some money over the years..."
"Some?"
"Not counting jewelry, jade, antiques, land deeds to houses, manors, racecourses and shops, it's about three hundred thousand taels..."
Nie Wendong thought for a moment and saw the old monk's eyes light up as he swallowed the word 'gold'.
"No wonder they say that ten years of clearing the magistrate's office will cost one hundred thousand snowflakes! As far as the poor monk knows, in these years, Lord Nie has devoted himself to the Taoism and has never paid attention to trivial matters, but he still has such a rich family fortune..."
Yuanjue couldn't help but shook his head:
"The poor monk is a little envious..."
Three hundred thousand taels of silver is by no means a small amount.
His Dayan Yuan was built in a prosperous part of Daocheng, and the incense was quite prosperous on weekdays. Apart from expenses and various management matters, he only received 18,000 taels a year.
Three hundred thousand taels is enough to renovate the temple and reshape the Buddha statue, right?
only……
"However, the poor monk has something to say first, and it must not be related to that Mr. Xu. The words of that Yang Qianhu..."
"Master has misunderstood Nie's intention. He paid for murder, so why should he let Master break the precept?"
Nie Wendong interrupted Yuan Jue's words and said calmly.
"Um?"
Yuanjue frowned: "What does Lord Nie mean?"
Nie Wendong lightly buttoned the back of his chair and regained his former calm:
"Three hundred thousand taels, I want to buy a monk who can keep the precepts without being ordained. What do you think, Master?"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Yuanjue flatly refused:
"Those who have not ordained or become monks will not be taught the method of observing the precepts and meditating. This is a rule of our Zen sect that has been unchangeable for thousands of years and must not be broken. Don't say it anymore, sir!"
Nie Wendong didn't seem to care about Yuan Jue's rejection. He smiled slightly and said two words:
"gold."
"Three hundred thousand taels of gold?!"
Yuan Jue's heart trembled, and there was almost no space between his clasped hands, but after a few moments, he still shook his head and spoke in a hesitant voice:
"Absolutely impossible!"
"Um?"
Nie Wendong's brows suddenly furrowed. This refusal was beyond his expectation.
Dayan Temple is not a sect born in the world, but a temple that has entered the world. It has taken root in Longyuan Taoist City for thousands of years. It has always been called the "Xianghuo Temple" in the martial arts world and Zen Buddhism.
how come……
"We at Dayan Yuan have always gone deep into the human world, exchanged the Buddhist teachings we learned for incense, and made a living by breaking the precepts. The Buddha will not pursue it, but this does not mean that everything can be traded..."
The old monk Yuanjue's expression calmed down, and after reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, his eyes became clear:
"This skin can be sold, but the Buddha's heart cannot be easily changed."
"..."
Nie Wendong was silent for a moment, and then he relaxed his brows:
"Just one quit."
"My lord, there is no need to say too much. Even a single commandment will not make it complete."
Yuan Jue shook his head and saw that Nie Wendong looked unhappy. He paused and then said:
"It's still the same sentence, you can achieve success through quiet work, but it's just a show. To become a monk is not to make things difficult for a poor monk, but because you have to give up before you can achieve anything!"
Can you enter Taoism through meditation for twenty years?
Look at people.
Nie Wendong was not successful.
Although he had only been in Qingzhou for a few days, he still saw this person's style. He was not a womanizer, but he was always pretty and pleasant in his service.
He doesn't eat meat or wine, but the wine never leaves his body and he needs to smell it all the time.
He does not kill, but he has no mercy for any life except himself.
He doesn't even pay attention to the king's laws. How can he really abide by the rules and precepts?
How could he teach such quiet skills and practice?
How dare you?
"What if I want them all?"
Nie Wendong's eyes became very cold, filled with unwillingness.
"That is neither Tao nor Buddha, it will only become a demon."
Yuanjue reached into his arms, took out a piece of plain yellow silk cloth, and handed it to him:
"Here, poor monk, is a volume of scriptures. If you want to get them all, you might as well try to see if you can understand them."
"No need."
Nie Wendong waved his hand and rejected it. He had many similar scriptures in his study. Where could he need this?
He was unhappy, but seeing Yuanjue's persistence, he could only retreat and ask:
"The eight precepts of Buddhism, which one is most suitable for me?"
"Um……"
Yuanjue pondered for a moment, then glanced at the several pretty women waiting outside the door, and said:
"color."
"Quit from sex..."
Nie Wendong frowned. He had experienced countless women in his life, and he had long been unconcerned and thought that the problem was not big.
"Lust and lust are one body, please don't underestimate it."
Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Yuanjue said a word in the quiet room.
"I know."
Nie Wendong stopped entangled with him and said:
"Although the master has refused many times, there is no one available for me. As long as the master makes a promise to me, I can take the three hundred thousand taels of gold."
"It does not involve our own inheritance, Zen Buddhism taboos, and even poor monks are not exempted from it."
Yuanjue answered carefully.
Nie Wendong straightened up and looked at the servants hurriedly going back and forth in the front yard. The base of an altar had been built.
"No rush, no rush."
…
…
After bidding farewell to Xu Wenji, Yang Yu did not rush back to the inn, but walked slowly and unhurriedly on the street, which impressed all the people watching.
They offended the state leader to death, and then went shopping without caring. They really admired this kind of character.
If it were them, if they offended a guard, they would be afraid of getting revenge.
"Nie Wendong's Taoism..."
Yang Yu was thinking in his heart, and kept scanning the stalls on both sides without stopping.
After two years of severe drought, Deyang Fucheng is no longer as prosperous as it once was. There are many street vendors selling everything, and many of them have 'ingredients'.
Although most of them are common ingredients that he doesn't use, they can also be used to fill the Nine Cows and Two Tigers recipe.
Therefore, Yang Yu did not refuse anyone who came, nor did he deliberately lower the price. Before he had even walked through a few streets, the news of a big owner buying used items had already spread like wildfire.
Soon, Yang Prison was surrounded by dozens of vendors, waving their own products, not afraid of him wearing a flying fish suit, and making all kinds of noises.
"What's the pushing and shoving like? Let's all spread out!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came.
A burly man pushed through the crowded street vendors and came to Yang Yu.
These vendors seemed to trust him very much and dispersed one after another, but they still watched eagerly.
"The adults are laughing at this, but they are really scared of being poor..."
The big man cupped his fists:
"A certain Duan Leng, how do you call me sir?"
"The surname is Yang."
"It turns out to be Mr. Yang."
Duan Leng complimented him and invited Yang Yu to have a rest in the teahouse. He then started to greet the vendors, gathered all kinds of old things, and sent them to Yang Yu for him to choose from.
As long as there is business on any street, there must be a middleman like Duan Leng.
Yang Yu didn't mind letting him make a profit from it, but it wasn't the old things in front of him.
"Sir, do you want... a stone?"
Hearing Yang Yu's request, Duan Leng was startled, feeling a little weird in his heart, and asked carefully:
"Any stone is fine?"
"As long as it has different characteristics from ordinary stones, it's fine."
Yang Yu took out a piece of gold and placed it in front of him:
"After the work is completed, there will be rewards."
The specialness of the Konggu Stone made Yang Yupin feel good about it. Instead of blindly melting gold and refining the body, he chose to collect strange stones like the former.
However, I have been busy all the way, either killing people or chasing people, and now I have some free time.
"gold!"
Duan Leng took a deep breath and held the ingot of gold tightly.
During the two years of drought, silver and copper fell sharply, but gold rose sharply. Before the drought, one tael of gold could be exchanged for twenty taels of silver. Now, it can be exchanged for fifty taels of silver.
"Strange stones, strange stones..."
Holding the gold in hand, Duan Leng's heart was burning. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, confessed to Yang Yu, and left in a hurry.
"Huh?"
Seeing that he was ecstatic, Yang Yu was moved in his heart, but he was not in a hurry. He asked for a pot of tea and began to select the ingredients among this large pile of old things.
A moment later, Duan Leng hurried over holding a stone.
"Sir, this stone..."
"Xuan Shi, why didn't I think of..."
Looking at the stone, something strange flashed across Yang Yu's face.
He recognized this kind of stone. It could even be said that it was very common. In the mouths of gentry and scholars, this thing was called Xuanshi.