The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 202 Three Monks
From Mushan Mansion to Kaifeng, the capital city, it is about three thousand li.

By land, it will take about 20 days, or even a month.

It is the waterway, and it will take ten or eight days to go northward along the Grand Canal.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not an ordinary person.

He traveled by flying, set off in the afternoon, and arrived in Runan in the evening, only [-] li away from Kaifeng.

Just at this time, there was a strong wind in the sky.

Zhang Heng looked at the sky.

There are no years in the mountains.

When I went to Mushan Mansion to find Ning Caichen, the first snow had just fallen.

In a blink of an eye, several months have passed, winter has passed and spring has come, counting the time, the Shangsi Festival on March [-] is not far away.

"The sky is dark, and the wind is blowing again. In a short time, there may be thunderstorms."

Zhang Heng was really tired after driving for half a day.

Goodbye, it was going to rain, and decided to find a place to spend the night first, so as not to go with the thunderstorm, if one was not struck down by lightning, it would be a big embarrassment.

"Well, there is a small temple!"

Zhang Heng was in the air, and his eyes and ears were sharp.

With a glance, he soon found a temple with lights on below.

The temple is not big.

A main hall, three tile-roofed houses, and a courtyard.

Zhang Heng thought about it, he is a Taoist priest who eats all directions, so he didn't leave at all. This temple looks good, so he will stay here for the night.

Whoosh! !

Zhang Heng fell from the sky and landed outside the temple. He glanced at the plaque on the door.

"Small temple repair!"

After muttering a few words, Zhang Heng shook his head with a smile: "I don't know which wandering monk built this temple. They named it so carefully. It seems that they have been severely beaten by the society."

crunch
Zhang Heng entered from the main hall, opened the door, and found that sitting on the altar was actually a statue of Maitreya Buddha.

On both sides of the Buddha statue, there is also a pair of couplets.

On the left is written: "A big belly can tolerate, and it can tolerate things that are hard to tolerate in the world."

On the right side is written: "Smile often, laugh at the ridiculous people in the world."

Look at the couplets, and then look at the stone statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Zhang Heng nodded: "The world of mortals is rolling and the waves are exhausted, and the past is just a joke. He really is a great enlightened person."

Done.

Zhang Heng went to the backyard, and saw a cow tied up in the monastery, and in the monk's room with the lights on, there was a young man sitting reading a script, and he was engrossed in reading it.

The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen, and Zhang Heng glanced at his book. The title of the book was: Record of Enmity and Enmity of the Great Sword.

"What rubbish book."

Just looking at the name, Zhang Heng has no interest at all.

"Little brother, don't look at it."

Zhang Heng glanced over and asked, "Are you the only one in this temple? Where are the monks in the temple?"

"Who?"

Hearing someone calling himself, the boy woke up suddenly.

After seeing Zhang Heng standing in the yard, he asked in amazement, "Are you a human or a ghost, do you make no sound when you walk?"

"Of course I'm human. As for the soundless walking, it's because you take it too seriously. From your point of view, let alone walking, I'm afraid you don't even know it's taking your cow away."

While Zhang Heng answered, he asked again: "Where are the monks in the temple?"

"Never seen."

The young man replied truthfully: "There used to be three monks in the temple, but half a month ago, they seemed to have left and never came back. I am a nearby villager. When I have nothing to do, I come out to herd cattle and occasionally rest here. "

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng questioned, "Since you are a nearby villager, why don't you go back when it gets dark? The family doesn't worry about you?"

The young man shook his head: "I have been a slave since I was a child. Where did my parents come from? As for whether I will go back or not, I am a house slave who has signed a contract of prostitution. The master is not strict with me. I have been reading books today. Fortunately, I will go back tomorrow. At most, I will be scolded, scolded and scolded, I have long been used to it, just say a few nice words to the steward."

Zhang Heng looked at the boy's attire.

The clothes were full of patches, but they were washed fairly clean, and there were shoes on his feet, which showed that although the young man was a house slave, he still had some status among the house slaves, and he could get a pair of shoes to wear.

You must know that many domestic slaves have no shoes at all, whether they work in the fields or at home, they walk barefoot and their status is very low.

Boom! !
There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it began to rain lightly.

The young man hurriedly led the old cow in the yard into the Maitreya Hall to shelter from the rain. When he arrived, he did not forget to say to Zhang Heng: "There are two monk's rooms here, a fire room, and a main hall. I will live in the monk's room on the left." Now, the one on the right is for you, and my cow lives in the hall, what do you think?"

"good."

Zhang Heng nodded in agreement.

After thinking about it, he took out two steamed buns from the Qiankun bag and handed them to the young man: "Take it and eat it."

"I don't eat your steamed buns for nothing."

The young man took the steamed buns and took out a handful of dried dates from the cloth bag: "I picked these up on the mountain. Although they are a bit small in size, they taste good. Give them your steamed buns."

"it is good."

Zhang Heng was also polite and took the dried dates.

Entrance.

It was very dry and astringent, and the taste of jujube was very light, so it was not delicious at all.

The young man ate with relish, took a mouthful of dried dates and steamed buns, and asked Zhang Heng, "Where do you come from? Are you a friend of the monk in the temple?"

Zhang Heng shook his head.

Seeing this, the young man said again: "The three monks in the temple are good. They often help us with work when they are free. I don't know where they went. They left without saying a word and never came back."

Zhang Heng asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Fang Han, but my surname is not Fang. Fang is my master's surname, so my surname is Fang."

"As for my original surname, I don't know. I was abandoned by my parents at the door of the Fang family. I have been a slave of the Fang family since I can remember. , I should be considered happy, right?"

Fang Han is very talkative, chatting happily with Zhang Heng.

After chatting for a few words, Zhang Heng couldn't help asking: "Who gave you your name?"

"My lady."

Fang Han's eyes were full of admiration: "My young lady is amazing. She is the successor of the Lingxi sect. It is said that this is one of the best sects in Yuzhou, and it can make people fly over walls."

Zhang Heng had never heard of the Consonance School.

Come to think of it, this should be a Jianghu sect. Unless you have practiced martial arts to the point of mastery, otherwise, to Zhang Heng today, ordinary warriors are no different from weeds.

"You know how to read?"

Zhang Heng glanced at the notebook in Fang Han's hand.

"I don't know it, but there are pictures on it."

Fang Han cherished the dialogue very much, and whispered to Zhang Heng: "There is a maid in the house who can read, and I treat her to candied fruit. She told me the above story, which is about a big girl named Yan Chixia. A hero, a story about slaying demons and fighting for justice."

"Who?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

"Yan, Chi, Xia!!"

Fang Han paused every word, his face full of admiration.

puff.
Zhang Heng burst out laughing.

It's not that he doesn't respect Yan Chixia, but that this is too absurd.

It feels like my second cousin who has become a superman in underwear.

"Yan Chixia is very powerful, she is a hero, this is what my lady said herself."

Fang Han blushed.

"Uh"

It's not that Zhang Heng doesn't believe it, it's just that it's a bit ridiculous.

But he could see that Fang Han should be Yan Chixia's die-hard fan, so he asked, "Does the book say what Yan Chixia looks like?"

Fang Han said proudly: "The face is like a jade crown, and the eyes are like stars."

Hahaha! !

Zhang Heng leaned forward and back together with a smile: "Is that Yan Chixia, what a joke!"

Yan Chixia's mighty strokes made her look like a wanted criminal.

With a face like a jade crown and eyes like stars, this sentence says that he is not bad, let alone Yan Chixia.

"Have you met Yan Chixia?"

Fang Han was also stunned.

"It's more than just seeing each other. We often drink together."

Speaking of wine, Zhang Heng couldn't help but untied the gourd around his waist and took a sip into his mouth.

Fang Han didn't believe it.

Looking at the notebook in his hand, he looked at Zhang Heng who was close at hand, and asked, "You must be very good if you know Yan Chixia?"

"Okay."

Zhang Heng glanced at Fang Han's script, and said, "My name is Zhang Heng, maybe one day, you can also buy my script, or see me in Yan Chixia's script."

"Really?"

Fang Han is skeptical.

Zhang Heng didn't explain, just drinking.

Seeing him drinking happily, Fang Han swallowed a little: "Your wine smells really good, can you let me have a sip too?"

"No."

Zhang Heng refused: "My wine is a great tonic medicinal wine. It is not suitable for ordinary people to drink. People like us drink it to strengthen their bodies and strengthen their mana. Ordinary people or people with insufficient cultivation can drink it. It only takes one sip. Then the deficiency will not be replenished, and the seven orifices will bleed to death."

Fang Han didn't believe it, but Zhang Heng had talked about this, so he didn't ask any more.

Of course, Zhang Heng didn't lie to him either.

The inner alchemy of the Demon King of He Dao Realm was soaked in his medicinal wine. The first time Yan Chixia drank it, she had to use her mana to refine the medicinal power immediately, let alone an ordinary person.

If Fang Han were to drink it, it would not be wine, but gut-piercing poison.

Just take a sip, and you will die suddenly in a short while.

Tick, tick.

The rain is getting heavier.

Zhang Heng drank wine and looked at the night sky, leisurely.

But not long.

There was a sudden rustling sound outside, Zhang Heng took a look and saw three monks walking in the rain.

"Monk?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

The three monks had bloody faces and dull eyes.

After entering the courtyard, he walked straight to the meditation room.

But when they came to the meditation room, the three of them just stood there without speaking or coming in.

"Who?"

Fang Han heard the movement and opened the window.

Click! !
A flash of lightning flashed.

This glance was so clear that Fang Han yelled out in fright: "Ghost!"

Step on.
The three monks didn't seem to hear Fang Han's screams, and they walked towards the Maitreya Hall together.

Seeing the three ghosts leaving, Fang Han knocked on the door of Zhang Heng's room in a hurry, and said tremblingly, "Brother Zhang, ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"I know."

Zhang Heng opened the door and looked at the backs of the three ghost monks: "If I'm not wrong, the three of them should be the three monks in the temple, right?"

Hear this.

Fang Han looked surprised: "No wonder I look so familiar."

Zhang Heng nodded: "They are not evil spirits, they just have obsessions and refuse to leave. You said before that these three monks left suddenly half a month ago. Looking at it now, they didn't leave, but were killed. gone."

Bang bang bang.
Not long after, the sound of chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish came from Maitreya Hall.

Zhang Heng listened and said, "I'll go and have a look. If you're afraid, don't come out."

After finishing speaking, he walked to Maitreya Hall alone.

"Wait for me."

Although Fang Han was afraid of ghosts, he was even more afraid of being alone, so he hurried after Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng didn't care about him either.

Holding the sword, he came to Maitreya Hall.

In the eyes, three ghost monks were sitting on the futon, two of them were chanting scriptures, and one was knocking on the wooden fish.

"What are they doing?"

Fang Han stood behind Zhang Heng with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhang Heng himself was also puzzled.

The three monks had been killed a long time ago, and if they don't want to reincarnate now, they must be obsessed.

Could it be that this obsession is chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish?

It shouldn't be, this is being a monk and being a fool.

Hey hey hey.
Knock on the wooden fish and read scriptures.

Not long after, the three monks stopped, grinning the corners of their mouths, like a dragon king with crooked mouths, grinning directly to the corners of their eyes, terrifying and weird, looking at the Buddha statue, hehe smiled, with an extremely satisfied expression.

Laughed for a while.

The three monks got up and left, the people behind put the shoulders of the people in front, and disappeared under the drizzle after a while.

Gudong!

Fang Han swallowed, a chill rose from his heart, and his words trembled: "Are they gone?"

"gone."

Zhang Heng frowned, thinking and thinking.

After a while, he said to Fang Han, "Go and check on the Buddha statue."

"now?"

Fang Han was a little scared.

Zhang Heng didn't speak, just looked at him.

Seeing this, Fang Han couldn't hold back anymore, and hurriedly said, "I'll go right away."

Use both hands and feet.

Fang Han quickly climbed up to the Buddha statue and rummaged through it.

Not long after, Fang Han said pleasantly, "There is a hidden space!"

"Open."

"it is good."

Fang Han didn't hesitate, and quickly opened the secret compartment, and took out a heavy wooden box from it.

Come down with the wooden box and put it in front of the Buddha case.

When I opened it, I saw that there were gold, silver and copper coins in the box.

count.

Six taels of gold, 32 taels of silver, four strings of copper coins, and three gems, converted into silver taels would look like two or three hundred taels.

"money?"

Zhang Heng looked at the money and thought about it. Before leaving, the three ghost monks looked satisfied and muttered, "So that's how it is!"

Before, he thought that the obsession of the three monks was the temple.

Looking at it now, the temple is fake, and the chanting is also fake. I am afraid that this private money is the real one.

Good for you.

Sure enough, he is a monk, he is dead, and he can't let go of this yellow and white thing, and he will be very satisfied just by looking at it.

"This money"

Seeing Jinyin, Fang Han was also elated, and there was no fear on his face.

"This money can't be moved lightly, or those three ghost monks will come to you."

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "Well, you can search around the temple tomorrow during the day. The bones of the three monks should be nearby. If you find them, help them bury them and divide the money into four parts." , You and the three monks each have a share, and for the three monks, buy ingot candles and burn them for them, and you can keep the rest for yourself."

The three monks are all dead, and they can't let go of the money.

If Fang Han took them all away, he would surely die, strangled to death in his sleep.

Dividing it into four parts is different.

Fang Han helped them burrow into the ground, and burned the remaining three points to them, so it's not too much to take a share.

Come to think of it, the three monks should have reincarnated after they got the ingot candle that Fang Han burned for them.

"Isn't it too shabby to be buried directly in the ground? Do you want to buy three thin coffins?"

Fang Han asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't have to be."

Zhang Heng thought about what the three monks had done, shook his head, and said, "A thin coffin made of six planks would cost tens of pennies. If you really do this, they won't rest in peace, maybe even at night." I went to find you and complained that you were too extravagant."

(End of this chapter)