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Chapter 136 Monk pulls ghosts to do pyramid schemes, the city knows how to play

It was dusk, but the flow of people on the streets of Chang'an didn't seem to decrease much. Some people passed each other, one of them smiled and nodded, and the other was silent and staring in a trance.

Anyifang is on the south side of Dongshi. Because it is very close to Dongshi, most of the merchants who are resident in Dongshi rent houses here, and it is considered prosperous among Chang'an Fangshi.

On the east side of the intersection in Anyi Square, there is an extremely ancient and ugly house. It is said that it was the house of a wealthy businessman surnamed Lu in the Sui Dynasty. people.

Just as dusk approached, a humming sound came from the backyard of this house, like complaining, like admiration, like weeping like complaining...

When this sound sounded, Zang Chun, the owner of the house who was lying in his bedroom, felt a burst of yawns, and a burst of sleepiness welled up in his heart.

Then a thin layer of mist suddenly filled the backyard of the house, and then a slender woman in a green skirt and red sleeves slowly appeared in the yard like a flower in the mist, with her sleeves covering her face, mourning cry bitterly.

Just when the mist appeared, Zang Chun's head tilted suddenly on the pillow, and he fell into a coma.

In a daze, Zang Chun seemed to feel that he ran from his room to the yard for some reason, and the woman in the green dress and red sleeves was crying in front of him.

Then, Zang Chun saw the woman walking towards him suddenly, and bowed down in front of her.

"Is it possible for the lord to listen to the slave sing a song of deep hatred? If the slave sings well, can the lord save the slave for a while in the Buddhist temple..."

In a daze, Zang Chun felt himself nodding his head, agreeing to the woman's request.

Then I saw the woman getting up slowly, wandering back and forth in the yard as if aimlessly, singing to the beat in her mouth, singing repeatedly in a sobbing voice:

"It's a sunny day in the gorge, and there are many winds and waves in autumn. It rains overnight in Jiangling, and Mulan's song breaks my heart."

The singing sound is resentful, like a ghost crying...

Zang Chun opened his eyes, feeling a burst of sadness, and couldn't help but burst into tears following the other party's singing.

At this moment, there was a burst of crackling applause from a corner of the courtyard, and a figure in white came step by step from the mist, still cheering for the woman.

"Good singing, Cai!"

In an instant, the sad atmosphere created by this poor woman was probably dispelled by [-]%.

After the figure in white appeared, Zang Chun suddenly felt clear, and his ability to move seemed to have recovered. He raised his hand and wiped his tearful eyes with his sleeve, only to realize that he didn't know when Back to his own collapse.

Zang Chun quickly got up, moved to the window of the bedroom, and looked into the yard, only to find that the yard was empty and there was no one there.

Everything that happened just now seemed like a dream!
At this time, outside Zang Chun's house, the woman in the green skirt and red sleeves was running down from Anyifang to the south of Chang'an city, as if flying without touching the ground.While running, the woman was still turning her head in panic, as if something strange was chasing him behind her.

It was only after the woman ran past Xuanpingfang and Shengpingfang all the way to the vicinity of the practice workshop that she stopped in shock and looked around with lingering fear, her face mournful.

"The slave family is really miserable. Seeing that I found a person who is willing to go to the Buddhist temple to save the slave family, but unexpectedly met a Taoist priest from the Taishi Bureau..."

The woman raised her head, frowning slightly, with a gloomy expression.

"This time, I have only mentioned to two people that I need to believe in Buddha devoutly. I don't know how much food I can exchange for it. Alas..."

The woman let out a long breath.

"I can't say that I will be hungry again in the next few days. I thought that after these dreams are successful, I can... Forget it, it's not bad if people who meet the Taishi Bureau can live. Let's hurry to the place where the flames are placed."

Talking to herself, the woman stepped forward again, followed the road on the left side of the practice workshop, and turned to Jinchang Square next to it.

In the sky behind her, Kong Qing touched his chin with his hand, thoughtfully.

"Flame mouth? Is it eating?"

Jinchangfang is located on the south side of Chang'an City, close to Qujiang Pond and Furong Garden in the south of Chang'an City. It has beautiful scenery and is a rare place in Chang'an City.

There are many more monk temples here!
First of all, it is naturally the Wulou Temple whose inheritance can be traced back to the Northern Wei Dynasty.Although not many people seem to know the name of this temple, in the 22nd year of Zhenguan, Li Zhi, who was still the prince at that time, would build and rebuild Wulou Temple on the basis of Wulou Temple in order to commemorate Empress Changsun, and then renamed Wulou Temple It is called Daci'en Temple.

That's right, it is the Daci'en Temple with the "Big Wild Goose Pagoda" that Tang Monk Xuanzang once translated scriptures!

In the southwest of Wulou Temple, there is also a Chuguo Temple. The temple draws running water, has ponds and bamboo forests, and is very quiet.To the northwest of Wulou Temple is Jingzhu Temple. There is a stone pagoda in the temple, which is solemn and beautiful.

The woman stopped in front of the gate of Jinchangfang, looked around carefully, and seemed to confirm that the Taoist priest from the Taishi Bureau was not following her, so she tidied her clothes and walked through Jinchangfang The door of the square, and walked towards the square gracefully.

But what she didn't notice was that above her head, Kong Qing, dressed in white, was floating in the air, holding a kitten in his arms.

At this time, there were many shadows in Jinchang Square, and many people looked like people in the eyes of ordinary people, but they looked like ghosts in Kong Qing's eyes.

"So many ghosts gather here?"

Kong Qing looked at the scene below which seemed to be a meeting of ghosts, and tilted his head strangely.

"Could it be that they all came to eat? What is this, a ghost dinner?"

Before Kong Qing finished speaking, he heard bells ringing in the temples of Congwulou Temple, Chuguo Temple, and Jingzhu Temple at the same time, and then the gates and side doors of the three temples opened at the same time, and dozens of monks were carrying Walked out of the temple with many things.

"what is this?"

Kong Qing looked at the things that the monks were carrying, which seemed to be food, and casually threw an identification technique on them.

ghost food:

The ghost food created by Buddhist magic and the power of incense can not only let ghosts taste the taste of food, but also fill their stomachs. Even a starving ghost can last for a long time after eating a big meal. Time is no longer hungry.

honeydew:

The nectar produced by Buddhist magic and the power of incense can not only solve the hunger and thirst of ghosts, but also make some burned ghosts feel a rare coolness.

Kong Qing blinked silently.

So Pindao is right, these ghosts are actually here to have dinner, but the monks pay the bill.

Are these monks so kind?

They don't care if the living have no money to eat, but they don't care whether the dead eat or not?
Just when Kong Qing was complaining in his heart, the ghosts below him who had gathered in Jinchangfang, after seeing the monks carrying ghost food and nectar, spontaneously formed into three teams, as if Just like in the cafeteria on the construction site, I started to prepare meals.

It is definitely not the first time to see this skilled action!

when!when!when!
Just after the ghosts lined up, they saw the monks knocking on the gongs around them, and then the team began to move slowly.

An old ghost who looked to be around five or sixty years old and dressed in shabby clothes was the most agile. He grabbed a good position as soon as the monk appeared and was in the first row.

After the sound of the gong, the old ghost immediately nodded and walked towards the table where the meal was served, and nodded and smiled at a monk from Wulou Temple standing behind the table, and then Kong Qing heard the monk pointing at the old ghost Said.

"Tell me, name, where did you go?"

"A certain name is Mo Funu, the ghost of Chang'an County..."

The old ghost seemed to be very familiar with the monk's routines, and said very skillfully. "In the past two days, I found a few old friends in Chonghuafang, Chang'an, and chatted with them about what happened after my death."

"Have you said all you need to say?"

"Of course! Of course..."

The old ghost said with a smile all over his face.

"Someone specifically told them that the Buddhist family is a great sage. If you want to be free from crime after death, you have to believe in Buddhism. You also asked them to burn a volume of "The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law" for you, saying that it is ok. Let someone be exonerated, and they agreed."

"How many people are there?"

"Six... no, seven, seven!"

The old ghost said with certainty.

"They are all people who were very close to someone when they were alive, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them."

After listening to the old ghost's words, another monk standing next to the monk nodded to the monk who was cooking, which meant that the old ghost was not lying.

"Good job! Seven, right... Continue!"

After seeing the monk next to him nodding his head affirmatively, the leading monk gave a few familiar words of praise, and then, as if he was cooking in a cafeteria, he picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful on the ghost food in front of him, and then directly put it on the into the open skirt of that old ghost.

Kong Qing, who was floating in the air, saw it clearly. When the ghost food fell on the old ghost's skirt, it instantly became edible food for the other party, and there was even a mustache in it.

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

After seeing the food, the old ghost thanked him again and again, then eagerly picked up the food in his bag and stuffed it into his mouth, and walked towards the big vat next to him while eating Hesai.

When he reached the edge of the vat, another monk also poured a spoonful of nectar towards him, and the nectar that was poured out instantly turned into a wisp of white gas in the air and rushed into the old ghost's body.

In an instant, the old ghost who had a disheveled face just now turned red.

"The next time is five days later..."

The monk splashing water said to the old ghost.

"It's still the old rule. You go and tell your relatives and friends about the benefits of believing in Buddhism, and then you can come here to get food. If there are many people who come to the temple to help you save, we will also help you and the gods of Jingzhao Mansion Say hello and find a good place for you..."

"Yes, yes, master, don't worry."

The old ghost nodded and said.

"I've been doing this every day for a while. I'm familiar with it. I've mobilized my son and them to help me promote it. I will definitely find someone to save me..."

At this time, Kong Qing, who was floating in the sky, was completely sluggish.

Fuck me, it's no wonder that Buddhism developed so quickly after it was introduced into China. It turns out that these monks still have this skill!

Let the dead go to the world to pull heads, and spread the benefits of Buddhism. If you pull more heads, you can get a promotion and a raise...

Isn't this Nima a pyramid scheme?
sure!
These monks in the city really know how to play, can we Taoist priests in the countryside really be incomparable?

　In the legends of the Tang Dynasty, you can see many ghosts preaching to people in the world, telling stories about how good it is to believe in Buddhism, which can almost be regarded as the epitome of the spread of Buddhism in China.According to Mengxin’s statistics, it only appeared occasionally in the stories of the Three Kingdoms period, and depending on the situation, it should be forged by later generations, but it was very many in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and although it decreased in the Tang and Song Dynasties, it has never been cut off... ...It really makes people speechless. In terms of publicity, Buddhism is really awesome!
　　
　
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