Holy Bone

Chapter 208 Mr. Fu Yin, We Met Met by Chance, But We Are Very Lucky
Unity time.

It's time for dinner.

The sky is like a fire at sunset, and the setting sun is slanting to the west.

Yellowed and old.

And in the east, a faint hanging moon rose echoing in the distance.

Although Mr. Fu Yin specially arranged the banquet for dinner, the sun was setting and the sun was not overhead at this time, but the night wind blowing on his face was still sultry.

Fucheng.

government office.

This time the banquet was held in the inner hall of the government office.

The local yamen is generally divided into three areas. The front is the court for handling official business, and the allusion to the Bo court comes from here.

In the middle of the public hall is the area where the staff or some small officials deal with official affairs, such as the file warehouse and the study room.

The last is the inner hall.

This inner hall only lives in the Fu Yin and his family members, which is similar to the government compound.

Of course, Kang Dingguo does not limit you to live in the yamen, and you can also pay for the building of the mansion yourself.

In the inner hall courtyard at this time.

The lanterns are hung, and the people are constantly flowing, lighting candles for the lanterns. Although the sun has not completely set, the lighting of these lanterns still makes the sight of the yard open and bright, adding to the popularity.

At this time, in the yard, there are two rows of desks, and each desk is filled with sweet and sour fruits to quench thirst and cool down.If it is calculated according to one desk per person, there are twenty or thirty desks in the venue.

And at the top position, there are two desks, needless to say, one of the desks must belong to Mr. Fu Yin.

Looking at the entire Wuzhou Prefecture, the one who can sit on an equal footing with the governor is the general who holds the military talisman and can mobilize the military power of the Wuzhou Prefecture.

Because Jin An and the old Taoist came too early, they picked a small corner closest to the corner and sat down in a low-key manner, and then the two ate the iced fruit on the case table without saying a word.

Chiajian was a black household, and of course Jin An would not let Chiajian jump into the Yamen's lair.

Both are very low key.

Happy to be quiet.

I ate iced fruit to relieve the heat by myself.

This ghostly weather is getting more and more evil, it is too hot, even if he just sits like this for a while, the old Taoist will move around as if on pins and needles.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?"

"Little brother, don't you think the weather is so hot that even the buttocks are wet?"

Jin An, who was eating peaches, had a few black lines hanging down his forehead.

"I don't know if it's an illusion from the old Taoist. Why do I feel that the big juicy peaches and the bright vermilion apples we eat in our hands taste the same as the ones you invited us to eat in the Taoist temple?" The old Taoist wondered Looking at Jin An.

"Little brother, you don't think you picked the fruit of Mr. Fu Yin?"

Jin An immediately retorted with righteous words: "Master Fu Yin is a good official for the common people. He knows every detail and does not hesitate to investigate suspicious cases for us late at night and release us without charge overnight. Am I the kind of person who wants to eat his fruit?"

"The state officials are only allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps? Can other rich and unkind merchants and powerful families not be able to afford these?"

It made sense for the old Taoist to think about it, but he still looked at Jin An suspiciously. After all, Jin An had a criminal record and even dared to steal pears from County Magistrate Zhang's house when he was in Chang County.

At this time, more and more people came to the arena, and almost half of the seats were filled. These people who came were all famous figures in Fucheng.

Either the master of the Dao Temple or the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple, it can be said that they have a high reputation among the common people and the incense is strong. These people know each other, and they don't like each other's Taoism.

Basically, Taoist priests get together with Taoist priests, monks get together with monks, and the left and right sides are clearly separated.

However, judging from the number of people, the Fucheng Buddhist sect is very powerful, and the number of people is more than half.

And among these people, there are also some loners with withdrawn personality.

Jin'an guessed that these people should be recommended by local officials, and recommended to Fu Yin's folk witches and Mr. Yin Yang.

But these people are still a minority.

These people are alone and are used to doing things alone. The monks and priests in Fucheng look down on these witches and gods who cheat money in the countryside, and the witches and gentlemen in the countryside also look down on these pretentious temple masters. or abbot.

It's like a class antagonism.

Jin An seems to be chatting with the old Taoist priest, but in fact he has been quietly paying attention to these people, his eyes pondering, are there any accomplices of those antique dealers among these people?
Jin An didn't believe that the group of antique dealers took so much trouble to deliberately go around a long way to hand over the little Hanbai they had worked so hard to rob the tomb to the Fu Yin, just for the sake of doing good deeds without leaving their names.

Among these people there must be associates of antique dealers.

On the opposite side of the Buddhist gate, the top seat has been vacant, and the abbot of Bailong Temple has not been seen among the people present. It is estimated that they came too early, and the abbot of Bailong Temple has not arrived yet.

Said the abbot.

The abbot will be here soon.

As the sound of the Zen rod falling approached, the abbot of Bailong Temple led the two old monks in the temple, and they came into the eyes of everyone present.

When the abbot of Bailong Temple appeared, all the people who were whispering to each other, whether they were Taoist priests, monks from other temples, or those solitary witches and Mr. Yin and Yang, all looked over in awe.

It can be seen that Bailong Temple, an ancient temple that has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Especially the scene of the Buddha statue appearing in full view on the top of the golden light of the Bailong Temple that day was seen by many people at that time.

If it hadn't been for the sudden closure of the Bailong Temple indefinitely since then, the current threshold of the Bailong Temple would have been trampled to death by the common people.

At this time, even the hosts of several Daoist temples present put down their hostility and nodded to the abbot of Bailong Temple, which was regarded as a friendly greeting.

As soon as the abbot of Bailong Temple arrived, he clasped his hands together and said apologetically, "Amitabha, it's not too late for the poor monk to come, right?"

"Because the temple has been plagued by common affairs recently, I came late, and I still hope that the benefactor here is Haihan."

The monks from other temples present enthusiastically responded that it was not too late, not too late, and then curiously asked why the Bailong Temple had suddenly closed recently?

Ask the abbot if the recent entanglement in common affairs is related to the sudden closure of Bailong Temple.

The abbot of Bailong Temple answered one by one with a smile. It seemed that the answers were impeccable, and he didn't get any information. At this time, the abbot of Bailong Temple looked around the yard and noticed Jin'an and the old Taoist who were deliberately sitting in the corner. .

"Abbot."

"Abbot."

Jin An and the old Taoist clasped their fists to say hello, and finally met an acquaintance.

The abbot of Bailong Temple came over to say hello with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, fellow Taoist Jin'an and fellow Taoist Chen, how are you doing? The poor monk sees the two Taoist priests with red faces and strong vigor like a cow. It seems that the poor monk is worrying too much. Amitabha."

Jin An relaxed and chatted with the abbot of Bailong Temple: "Thank you, abbot, for your concern. Are the ordinary things in the temple going well?"

The abbot of Bailong Temple replied with a smile: "Everything is going well."

Jin An: "That's good, that's good."

At this time, the people around noticed that Jin An and the old Taoist priest were deliberately sitting in a small corner in a low-key manner. Their eyes were surprised. These two people are the two Taoist priests from the Taoist temple of the five internal organs?
Can the three major medicine merchants in Fucheng who were originally incompatible join forces, and even the two Taoist priests who were alarmed by the abbot of Bailong Temple?

Unexpectedly, one of them was still so young.

That young Taoist priest in his twenties should be the one who can kill the Jiang family's evil cultivators on his own, right?

The people present at this time were surprised, moved, thoughtful, indifferent, and dismissive.

Literati is light.

This phenomenon occurs no matter where it is.

"A brat with a milky smell, I think most of them are spreading rumors." There are always some people who are drunk and sober to show their own difference, but this person only dares to whisper, I dare not say it in front of the abbot of Bailong Temple.

At this time, the abbot of Bailong Temple introduced the two old monks who came with him to Jin'an and the old Taoist priest.

"The poor monk introduces to the two priests the other two eminent Buddhist monks in our temple. This is Kongming, who is the master of the Arhat Hall of my Bailong Temple. He is responsible for teaching disciples to practice."

Kong Ming is an old monk with tall bones. Regardless of his age, his eyebrows and beard are white, but his body is majestic, with bronze muscles, giving people a sense of oppression like an iron tower.

But the most impressive thing is that he wears a Buddhist rosary the size of a child's fist around his neck.

This is not an ordinary Buddhist rosary. Jin An felt the vast and pure Yang Buddhist power from it.

"This is Hongzhao, the elder of the Taoist Temple. The Taoist Academy only practices Buddhism, not martial arts."

Hongzhao is an old monk who looks a bit like an ascetic monk. His body is skinny and thin, but his eyes are bright and clear. There is nothing like other old people's old eyes that are dim or have impurities in their pupils. This old monk looks ordinary, but this is exactly An introverted high-level performance.

After listening to the introduction of the two old monks, Jin An was surprised. With the cooperation of Wu Yiwen and the abbot, it seems that this is the candidate for Bailong Temple to go to Jiangping Dragon King case in Yinyi this time.

Jin An and the old Taoist priests paid respects to monks Kongming and Hongzhao.

"Daoist Jin'an, I Kongming was a pig butcher before I became a monk. I will not talk about other literary principles. Bailong Temple owes you a big favor. I am Kongming and you have my life. I am empty." It is you who saved this life. From now on, I will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. No matter what you say, Daoist Jin'an, I will not even lower my eyebrows. As long as you don't tell me to eat meat, my family has been butchers for three generations. Karma is too heavy.”

Monk Kong Ming has a fiery temper, and he said it boldly when he came up.

"Hongzhao thanked Priest Jin'an for helping me at Bailong Temple."

Monk Hongzhao, who focused on practicing Zen and had a Zen mind, with introverted eyes and clasped hands, said sincerely to Jin'an.

When outsiders saw this scene, they were all surprised.

Why are other monks in Bailong Temple so polite to the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera?
Wasn't it because the abbot of Bailong Temple had a good personal relationship with the Taoist temple of the five internal organs that he took the initiative to save the Taoist temple of the five internal organs?

Is it because the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera has a good personal relationship with the whole Bailong Temple?
If it was the last answer, they would have to re-examine the relationship between the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera and the White Dragon Temple.

To get such important information, they feel that today's trip to the government office is already, not a loss.

While Jin'an, the old Taoist priest and the three monks from Bailong Temple were exchanging greetings, a few more people came in the middle. When the crowd was almost gathered, suddenly there was the sound of a large number of people striding forward.

A group of heavily armored soldiers, supporting two dignified persons, rushed into the courtyard.

"Master Fuyin."

"Captain."

When the people present saw those two people appearing, they all got up and saluted. Although Jin An and the old Taoist had never seen what Lord Fu Yin looked like, it was always right to shout along with everyone.

Afterwards, everyone began to sit down one after another.

Even the abbot of Bailong Temple walked to his seat and took a seat.

Naturally, Bailong Temple is the highest place for the monks, because there is no temple in Fucheng that can surpass Bailong Temple in terms of virtue.

"Back off, no one is allowed to approach Zhang Nei today, I allow you to cut first and play later." Today, the captain is still wearing civilian clothes, which is a simple auspicious cloud wide-brimmed brocade robe.

"Here."

As the soldiers clasped their fists and sang and left, Mr. Fu Yin also began to order his servants to prepare the dishes, and there began to be an endless stream of various dishes, which were brought to the guest's table one by one by the servants.

It can be seen that Mr. Fu Yin is very attentive to tonight's banquet, and all these dishes are complete in color, fragrance and taste.

The top two seats were indeed for Fu Yin and Du Wei.

It wasn't until this time that Jin An could fully see the whole picture of Mr. Fu Yin. This is an old man in his fifties with a very ordinary appearance, but he can't hide his elegant and refined temperament on his face. It is no problem to stay in the officialdom for 20 years.

Now is the time to go to the government office, and there is no need to deal with official duties, so the governor wears ordinary clothes, not official clothes.

But it can still give people a sense of oppression at first glance.

Perhaps this is what people often call official authority.

It's just that Fu Yin's expression is a little tired, maybe it's because the recent Dragon King case has stirred up the entire Wuzhou Mansion into muddy water, and there is no one around him who can relieve his worries.

After all the dishes were served, Mr. Fu Yin also asked those servants to retreat, and not to approach without his order.

"How is the abbot? How is Bailong Temple?" After all the servants retreated, Mr. Fu Yin first looked at the three monks of Bailong Temple who were closest to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu Yin, for your concern. Everything is fine." The abbot of Bailong Temple clasped his hands together and replied.

Lord Fuyin nodded with a smile, then looked around at everyone present, and Lord Fuyin said gently: "Where are the Taoist priests from the Five Viscera Taoist Temple sitting?"

Uh!
All the capable people and strangers here who were recruited from various places in Wuzhou Prefecture subconsciously turned their heads to look at the table of Jin An and the old Taoist priest.

Now Jin An didn't need to speak, they were already recognized by Fu Yin who were sitting in the corner.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Daoist Jin'an to be so young. Sure enough, youths produce heroes. Since ancient times, heroes have produced youths. I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that Taoist Jin'an looks very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before." Fu Yin The adults looked at Jin An suspiciously.

Jin An: "?"

"Master Fuyin, it must be your illusion. We met by chance but we are very lucky."

Jin An said neither humble nor overbearing.

Mr. Fu Yin was stunned by Jin An's words, we met by chance, but Sansheng was lucky... Fu Yin chewed repeatedly, and then laughed: "Brother Ziyuan, you are right, this Taoist priest of Jin An is indeed a wonderful person with interesting words. "

General Du Wei, who was sitting on the same level as Fu Yin, also laughed loudly after hearing this: "Brother You Wei, you see that I am right, after you meet Daoist Jin'an himself, you will definitely appreciate him immediately."

"I met Daoist Jin'an for the first time, and I rewarded him with 'Prison Disaster'. I don't know, brother, what do you plan to reward him for the first time you meet Daoist Jin'an?"

Jin An's face turned ashen when he heard the word "prison disaster".

He was a little uneasy and pretended to be calm and looked at Mr. Fu Yin, maintaining a calm and flustered smile on his face.

Wouldn't this Lord Fu Yin also reward him with a "Prison Calamity"?

Jin An was dumbfounded.

This hurts a bit. Hey.

Mr. Fu Yin laughed: "There is a reward, there is a reward, give Taoist Priest Jin'an a seat, and give him an equal seat."

Mr. Fu Yin raised his hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him, and someone immediately moved a brand new desk and food, and now there are three desks sitting on an equal footing.

Jin An was really confused now.

Which play are these two going to sing today?
First there is a reward of "Prison Disaster", and now there is a reward of "Equal Sitting"...

At this moment, all the people present looked at Jin An in unison, all with surprised or thoughtful expressions.

The old Taoist looked at Jin An in embarrassment, and he almost couldn't gloat and laugh out loud. Now he tried his best to hold back his laughter and looked at Jin An jokingly, hoping to see how Jin An could smooth things over.

Jin An looked at the old Taoist who was gloating at his misfortune, and his face turned dark.

Under the astonished gaze of the old Taoist priest, he simply stood up gracefully and sat calmly on the left hand side of Mr. Fu Yin.

Now Jin'an, Fu Yin, and Du Wei are all on equal footing.

Now the old Taoist priest was dumbfounded.

The old Taoist thought to himself, my mother, the little brother really has the courage to sit on an equal footing with Fu Yin, this is really awesome.When I go back, I have to brag to Jian Jian and Mr. Lin, and I will also be honored as an old man...

This made the old Taoist even more determined, as long as he followed the little brother in the future, he would be right!

When Jin An sat down beside Fu Yin, he finally understood why so many people liked the word "Quan" since ancient times.

Sitting in the top seat, the feeling of being watched by others... It's so embarrassing. If you want to tear a piece of meat with your hands, you will be watched by dozens of pairs of eyes watching your every move. You can only watch but not eat. hungry.

With dozens of pairs of eyes staring at Jin An at the same time, Jin An can naturally see everyone at a glance.

This time, the capable people and strangers from all over the Wuzhou prefecture who were invited by the governor are the most Buddhist disciples.

A dozen or so foreheads were shining brightly in the moonlight, and they came from five monasteries.

On the other hand, there are only five people in Taoism, who come from two Taoist temples, and there are only six people from Jin'an and the old Taoist priest, from three Taoist temples.

The incense of Sakyamuni is very prosperous in Fucheng, Taoism talks about pure cultivation, doing nothing, rarely active in front of people, even if you go straight to the blue sky, you can’t find where the fairy gate is, this makes the incense of Buddha flourish, and also compresses Taoism in disguise to expand new believers space, leading to the withering of Taoism.

"Daoist Jin'an, I remember that there are not three people in your Wuzang Taoist Temple? Why are there only two Taoist priests here today?" Mr. Fu Yin looked at Jin'an beside him in doubt.

Jin An shook his hand.

Then hold your hand quickly.

"Master Hui Yin, I have indeed recruited a new apprentice. I often teach him 'You must know how to get the cloud in a short time, and he was once the best in the world', so he practiced hard and saved three times a day..."

Fu Yin looked at Jin An with great admiration: "I am sure I saw the right person. Daoist Jin'an is indeed young and promising, and he already has disciples. Next time, Daoist Jin'an must introduce you to me." A disciple who practiced hard."

Jin An: "!"

Old Taoist: "..."

In the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera, Sword-Cutting Axie sneezed, and then continued to help the big brother wash the wool to cool off the heat in a dull manner, and take care of the Taoist temple by the way.

(End of this chapter)