In the guest room, Zhou Yi drank the bamboo leaf tea presented by the innkeeper.
Xiangzhu yawned while massaging his scalp listlessly.
"Sir, have we really been in the county for three days? Why don't you have any impression at all?"
"You look groggy all day, what can you remember?"
"What about Chen Chi? Remember, doesn't he want to come to the county to become a disciple?"
"As the saying goes, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, he has read a lot in the past few months, but he has not traveled the road in this world well. So..."
"So my husband ordered him to walk with a guide, over mountains and ridges, through several counties, and all the way to the county government?"
"You think the young monk is so cruel? Of course you hired a carriage for him! It's freezing cold, how far can he walk as a non-practitioner?"
"Hey, that's right."
In the distance in the middle of the square, there was the sound of an unknown performer playing the Shakuhachi, a kind of bamboo wind instrument with a desolate, vast, ethereal and bleak sound.
There was heavy snow outside the window.
Three streams of incense are lingering in the sky above Fucheng, which is difficult to see with the naked eye.
The aroma of incense from the temple on the west mountain has risen to the first place in terms of richness and height.
The River Temple in the east is half way behind, followed by the Mountain Temple.
As for the Chenghuang Temple in the south, it is at the bottom.
"In just over a month, Xiao Qinghong came from behind and captured most of the incense in the city. It's really amazing."
Zhou Yi murmured in a low voice.
The dispute over incense naturally depends on everyone's ability.
But there is a principle, that is, not to cause harm to mortals. This is the foundation for the gods of incense and fire to walk in the world.
During the three days he came to Guangyuan County, Zhou Yi not only checked through the small black characters, but also asked another clone, Ye Xiaolang, to visit the first lane and the third city in the west of the city where there are many believers in the mountain temple.
What I saw and heard was that many people were praying to the mountain god very fervently.
The clone Ye Xiaolang asked the people why they prayed to the mountain god, but the people were hesitant and unclear.
The small black characters have always been objective descriptions, and no clues can be found in them.
"I don't know what method she used. If it's the right way, you can learn it. I'm afraid it's not the right way... Xiangzhu? Why don't you pinch it?"
Zhou Yi turned his head. The skirt and robe fell off on the ground, but the little maid was no longer visible.
In mid-air, the beads were flying back and forth, making strange laughter.
At this time, a knock on the door sounded from outside.
"Little master, do you need to light a furnace? The shopkeeper asked someone to send it..."
"No need, little monk? Thank you very much."
Before Zhou Yi could catch Zhu Zhu, the naughty Zhu Zi had already pushed open the door without permission.
Carrying a stove? The waiter who was about to turn around was stunned on the spot.
He stared blankly at the beads flying around his head, his mouth wide open, full of surprise: "This bead...can the beads fly?"
"Don't look at it..."
Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, he let out a chuckle from his beads, and the brilliance was released, covering the waiter in the shop.
call out!
Zhou Yi passed by in one step, holding the beads, tapping them, and reciting Buddhist scriptures loudly.
"The mighty Tianlong! You goblin, stop it quickly! Aren't you just a master of dream magic that a young monk can't do? Show off all day long! What's the point!"
After a while, under Zhou Yi's patting, Zhuzi reluctantly put away the dream technique and dispersed the brilliance.
The waiter in the shop was shocked. He looked dazed, with a trace of tears remaining in the corners of his eyes.
"So much money? So many beauties, so much rice, meat, wine and food... I am the noble son of Chang'an... Why am I here... I want to go back!"
Zhou Yi used his sleeves to cover the beads? Can’t he pinch the Ming Wang Seal? He chants the Buddha’s name.
"Amitabha? Donor, please wake up!"
The waiter's body trembled violently, as if he was waking up from a dream, and he completely regained consciousness.
"What...what happened just now? How could a certain person suddenly have such a dream? It's as if it was real."
Zhou Yi looked at the waiter apologetically, saluted again, and closed the door.
"You bead, you are getting more and more naughty.
How many times have I told you not to use dream magic on ordinary people casually.
If you continue to behave like this, I will throw you into the bag and never let you out again!"
The beads squeaked in Zhou Yi's hand, and he didn't know whether he agreed or not.
Zhou Yi sighed softly.
According to what he thought, it was naturally more convenient to throw the beads into a sack.
But as soon as it enters the sack, it will fly around and make strange screams of resistance.
As a last resort, Zhou Yi had no choice but to carry it with him, and at the same time, he had to take the maid's clothes and robe with him to avoid revealing too much during the transformation.
Fortunately, after his special training during this period, Zhuzi finally learned to quickly get into his clothes when he was about to wake up.
As for Xiangzhu after waking up, Zhou Yi didn't know if he felt anything was wrong.
Anyway, every time she wakes up, her face is flushed.
"I still haven't recited the Buddhist scriptures long enough, copied them enough, and didn't realize enough... Wait, Buddhist scriptures."
Suddenly, Zhou Yi remembered something.
"I almost forgot, didn't I once print a batch of Buddhist scriptures in a study in Guangyuan County?"
Zhou Yi stroked his round head.
About two or three months ago, after he got the unnamed Buddhist scriptures in Pingsha Town, he thought about printing the unnamed Buddhist scriptures into a booklet to facilitate dissemination and promotion.
It was also at that time that he met Pingjiang Jun and Ao Chen, and became the notary of a great war in the future.
After that, accompanied by the two of them, he found a small bookshop, asked the owner of the bookshop to help print Buddhist scriptures, and paid a deposit.
Perhaps because he had not been idle in the past two or three months and focused on rebuilding the underworld, he just ignored this matter.
Now that I came to Guangyuan County, I naturally recalled it quickly.
"After such a long time, the eight hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures should have been printed, right? The deposit has been paid. Even if it is not needed now, it can be used when building the temple in the future."
Zhou Yi summoned small black characters and found the owner of the bookstore named Ge from the information that was as dense as a sea desert.
He still vaguely remembered this person. He was a scholar with a clear and elegant demeanor.
"Huh? The bookstore has been sealed down?"
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then touched his bare head and lowered his eyes.
"Xiao Monk, I paid a deposit."
…
Zhou Yi once again came to the inconspicuous bookshop in the north of the city.
The owner's name is Ge Chou.
Through the description in small black characters, he is a local scholar from a well-off family.
Although there were some small mistakes, such as hiding forbidden books in private, in Zhou Yi's opinion, they were just a literary habit and not a big evil.
But tonight, there is heavy snow in front of the door of Geshi Bookstore, the doors and windows are locked, and there is a brown seal on it with the words "Seized by Guangyuan County" and other words.
On the half street where the bookshop is located, except for the wintersweet tree not far away that was still swaying slightly in the wind and snow, there were not even any footprints within a hundred steps, which was extremely desolate.
"Ge Chou took in a big thief and was reported. The government officials seized all the stolen goods. They sealed the bookstore and put Ge Chou in jail..."
Zhou Yi looked at a paragraph of small black characters with calm eyes.
Then without leaving a trace in the snow, he walked through the wall and entered the bookstore.
The bookshop was in a mess, the bookshelves were rickety, and books, ink cartridges, and printing plates were piled all over the floor.
All valuable things were confiscated by the government, and some books were also confiscated.
Zhou Yi walked straight into the library at the back of the bookstore and saw eight hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures wrapped in oilcloth on the bookshelf.
The arrangement of these scriptures was a little messy, and it seemed that they had been turned over by the officers and soldiers who came to search.
But it was obvious that they had just picked it up and glanced at it and then dropped it, with no desire to continue reading or take it home to study.
Also, which serious young person these days can read Buddhist scriptures?
"It's ready after printing."
Zhou Yi picked up a volume and flipped through it for a moment, nodding slightly, feeling very satisfied.
All the specifications and formats are exactly the same as what I told you that day, with a faint scent of ink floating around.
"Ge Chou is a businessman who keeps his word."
Zhou Yi stuffed eight hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures into a cloth bag.
The bag was still flat and there was no visible contents inside.
Zhou Yi put the three taels of silver he had prepared in advance on the bookshelf.
Then, he sighed to himself.
"It's a pity that I have nothing to do and I have nothing to do, but I have to take in the big thief. He's gone."
Until then, I hid in the space under the bookshelf and observed the monk's thin figure for a long time, and finally couldn't help but tremble.
She crawled out and knelt down to Zhou Yi.
"Please do a good thing and save my adoptive father. He, he doesn't know that the man is a thief..."