Great Blue Night Watchman

The old monk slowly moved his eyes towards Lin Su, the light in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his face darkened: "What does the donor mean?"

He actually broke the rules and spoke without renewing the fee.

However, the Lin family's Grade A Baiyunbian is actually hard currency. Ten altars of Baiyunbian are worth at least three thousand taels.

From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with him opening his mouth.

Lin Su thought about it in his heart, but there was a smile on his face: "Master has worked hard in Qing Dynasty. Today I will give you some wine. This wine is Grade A and is not available on the market. Master is a world-famous person, so he must You can know the beauty of this wine."

"Amitabha! Buddhism is a pure land, but wine is the source of misfortune! This pool is a pool to overcome misfortune, and the poor monk is the benefactor who can save this innocent misfortune, Amitabha!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old monk stretched out his sleeves, and ten jars of wine on the ground flew up at the same time, wow!

Pour into the pool.

Lin Su was confused...

My day!

Old monk, do you want to be so duplicitous?

You are clearly a fair-weather monk. If you want to publicize it, don't do it around this Grade A white cloud. The cost is a bit high! It would be great if you buy a piece of meat and throw it into the pond to feed the fish. If you pour these ten jars of wine into such a small pond, aren't you afraid that the fish in it will turn white?

The young monk was standing next to him, looking at the master with admiration on his face.

Lin Su suddenly felt something was wrong.

As soon as his Thousand Degree Eyes came out and he stared at the pool, his heartbeat accelerated...

What did he see?

When the wine fell from the air, it clearly did not blend with the water in the pool, but entered a place in the pool. What was in that place? A teapot!

The ten jars of wine were not actually poured into the pool, but into a teapot!

Pouring wine into a teapot across a pool of water was a fantasy. If he hadn't possessed a thousand-degree pupil, and if he hadn't been proficient in the laws of space, he would never have discovered it.

You old monk, come face to face with me and play on the plank road and cross the Chencang secretly!

The wine was poured and the teapot was gone.

Lin Su rolled his eyes: "Master, we have overcome the disaster, can you accompany me to discuss the Tao?"

"Donor, please come into the pavilion!"

Lin Su followed him into a pavilion behind him. This was not the pavilion where snakes and insects were infested that day. This pavilion was at least quite clean.

"Qian Xin! Serve tea to the donor!" the old monk ordered.

"Yes! Master!" The young monk quickly ran to a side hall and quickly brought Lin Su a pot of tea.

"Your name is Qian Xin?" Lin Su said.

"Yes, donor!"

"If you have money in your heart, there is only money in your eyes. Is that what it means?" Lin Su squinted at him.

The young monk bowed and said: "The young monk's Dharma name was given by the master. The young monk is stupid and does not know what the master means."

He kicked the ball to the old monk.

The old monk smiled and said: "Money is a thing that combines thousands of characteristics of the mortal world. Buddha came from the mortal world and emerged from the mortal world. Only when you understand the heart of money can you see the Buddha's heart."

"Thank you, Master, for explaining the Dharma!" The young monk clasped his hands together with a solemn look.

Lin Su was also very solemn: "I admire you!"

He only said he admired him, but did not say what he admired. What he admired most was that the old monk loved wine and could pour wine. He loved money and could reason. Decreasing, but increasing...

"The donor has come here three times, and he is also destined to be my Buddha. If you have anything to do, it's okay to say it." The old monk took out a teapot, poured himself a cup, and said as he held up the teacup.

Lin Su's eyes must have been fixed on his teapot, and his eyes were a little straight:

"Master, what you drink is..."

"Clear water!"

"Can you pour me a drink too, Xiaosheng?"

"cannot!"

"Why is this?"

The old monk said: "This is rootless water. I have already cut off all the worldly affairs before I can drink rootless water. But the donor is in his prime, how can he do this to cut off the roots?"

Lin Su slapped himself on the forehead: "Okay! I'll drink tea, you drink... water!"

In his heart are ten thousand alpacas galloping and roaring...

Old monk, you can look down on my eyes, but you can't look down on my nose!

Do you think I really don’t know what you’re drinking?

This is wine!

And it’s the ten altars of white clouds that you just promoted and poured into the pool in a high-profile manner!

I can smell the familiar smell of alcohol!

You're drinking my wine, teasing my sense of smell, and you still dare to bully me with the rhetoric of "cutting off your descendants"?

Forget it, forget it, I won't argue with you, a stinky baldhead with no bottom line!

Let’s get down to business!

Lin Sudao: "Master, I did have something to ask you when I came here today. Marquis Dingnan made a special trip to Xixin Temple that day and asked for a message. I don't know if the master can give it."

The old monk's face glowed red: "There is an endless stream of people who come to Xixin Temple to ask questions, and there are countless high-ranking officials in the court. Think about it... Dingnanhou! Yes! Yes! It was the poor monk who opened the door. Out."

"He Ye?"

"Three ways merge into one to break the tribulation and bring great prosperity!" The red light on the old monk's face became more and more intense: "Today's Lin Mansion, literary, official, and business, all are outstanding, showing the sign of great prosperity. I paid a visit that day, It’s completely fulfilled, so good, so good!”

Lin Su was dumbfounded: "The three ways are integrated into one. What does Master mean by this: the literary way, the official way and the business way?"

"What else can there be besides literary, official and commercial ways? As a Buddhist master, the poor monk cannot talk about evil ways." The master looked at him with drunken eyes. Lin Su clearly felt that he seemed to have drunk too much.

Lin Su's heart was scanned by the alpaca again...

I have dealt with monks, and I have dealt with alcoholics, but being both a monk and an alcoholic...

Forget it, I give up! I'm leaving!

Lin Su stood up: "Goodbye!"

The master was a little surprised: "Don't you want to pay a visit to me if you are here today? The old monk's visit is highly sought after by high-ranking officials. It only costs a thousand taels of sesame oil."

Lin Sudao: "Master has good intentions, and Xiaosheng understands them well. However, Xiaosheng does not want to be guided by others, whether they are gods or Buddhas! Therefore, I dare not accept the Master's visit! Let's go!"

Turn around directly.

The old monk sighed from behind: "Young people are in their prime and full of vigor, so naturally they don't believe in Buddhism. However, things in the human world are mysterious and easy, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. The so-called flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. However, as time passes, flowers are still flowers. Fog or fog..."

During his long speech, Lin Su walked out of the Xixin Temple and stepped ten feet away from the temple gate. The last four words were truly silent. These four words were: "Amitabha"!

Lin Su suddenly kicked to position.

Entering Xixin Temple today, he actually had a secret reservation.

He was always counting how many words the old monk said.

How many words did the old monk say in total?

From the time he sent out Baiyunbian wine to the end of "Amitabha", the old monk said a total of 2,000 words! No more, no less, an integer of 2000!

Old bald man, do you still strictly insist on one tael of silver per word this time?

I have to make you make a mistake once!

I never believe that the price of Grade A Baiyunbian in Huichang is only 200 taels of silver!

Lin Su didn't know whether it was because he was free or because he wanted to compete with him, so he ran to the brothel opposite and actually inquired...

There is a restaurant under the brothel opposite. When the shopkeeper saw this young man in scholar's clothes coming over, he was very enthusiastic. He wanted to drag him upstairs to pick flowers on the spot. Lin Su asked him, how much does Grade A Baiyunbian cost here? A jar?

Grade A Baiyunbian?

There are none at the moment, but I already have a way, and I will be able to get a batch soon. How much money are you willing to pay?

"200 taels!" Lin Su held out two fingers.

The old shopkeeper shook his head like a rattle. It was impossible to buy the young master at this price in the world. The old man also gave the young master a real price, 300 taels per jar! Not a single cent less!

One altar costs 300 taels of silver, so ten altars equal 3,000 taels!

This is consistent with Lin Su’s own understanding!

In other words, today the old monk of Xixin Temple finally made a mistake.

I gave you 3,000 taels of silver, but you only said 2,000 words, which was a difference of 1,000 taels. Although Lin Su suffered a loss in this matter, it can make you, an old monk who has always been good, make a mistake. I am willing!

At this moment, a sentence suddenly appeared in Lin Su's mind...

"A greeting costs a thousand taels of silver..."

I C!

Lin Su almost bounced...

Could it be said that the missing one thousand taels were added to the "Eye"?

A lot of what the old monk said later were words of praise forced into him?

What kind of greeting? The flowers are not flowers, and the fog is not fog. However, as time passes, the flowers are still flowers, and the fog is still fog...

I C, eight generations of your family’s ancestors, can you speak human language?

Lin Su looked at Xixin Temple with a little anger...

Suddenly, he was stunned...

He saw someone, someone he never expected.

This is a beautiful woman holding a parasol and elegantly opening the door of Xixin Temple.

Yuan Ji!

is her!

Wuji actually didn't know why she wanted to go to Xixin Temple. She was just confused and wanted to find a clear way. She heard that the master of Xixin Temple was best at saving people from misfortunes, so she came.

However, as soon as she entered the door, she suspected that she had come in the wrong place.

Because a young monk with an extremely shiny scalp clearly has a philistine air and is clearly asking for money directly.

She gave two taels of silver. For a person who came to the temple to ask for a fortune, two taels of silver was really a lot. Only a top practitioner like her would be so generous.

But she never expected that what happened next would completely subvert her outlook.

In exchange for her two taels of silver, she only received two words from the master: Drink tea!

Pointing to the half-cup of leftover tea in front of her, this was clearly tea that someone else had drunk!

Yuan Ji is a very gentle person. Faced with such a "bright and bright" insult, she did not get angry. She just told the master calmly that the little girl has been feeling restless recently and she wonders if she can tell the master frankly and ask for the master's sincere advice.

After she made this request, the master quietly sipped the tea without saying a word.

Yuan Ji smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, and her eyes were gradually attracted to the filth on the master's body. Upon closer inspection, Yuan Ji's three views began to subvert...

The young monk next to him translated: One tael of silver for one word of greeting...

It means that you just used up the two taels of silver and you have to add more money to renew!

Yuan Ji stood up suddenly, and it took all her life's cultivation to avoid throwing the remaining tea in front of her on the old monk's slightly drunk face...

Slam the door and walk out!

Facts have proved that the biggest reason why the gate of Xixin Temple is dilapidated is that people often "dump" it.

When Yuan Ji stepped out of the temple gate, she was about to soar into the sky. In her imagination, she should fly over the Xixin Temple, release the breath on her body, and then, under the panicked gaze of the two thieves and monks, break through the sky and give a A wake-up call for them.

However, a voice suddenly came...