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Chapter 546 An Ingot of Silver

Chapter 545 An Ingot of Silver

"Of course I recognize it." Seeing the scene, the old beggar immediately smiled and said, "Master, you don't know that the old beggar has been thrown around here for more than a month."

"I wander around here every day. I know all the shopkeepers and shopkeepers in the surrounding shops, the people in the surrounding inns, and even many passers-by who appear. I am an old beggar."

Hearing this, the man smiled lightly, and then said: "Then do you know that someone sent a monk to this inn a few days ago?"

Hearing the words, the old beggar immediately thought of Xuanzang, and said, "Of course I know!"

"The old beggar not only knows, but also is very familiar with this monk!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Then you might invite this monk out for me? I have something to ask this monk."

"Please..." Hearing the old beggar's words, hesitation immediately appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the man directly took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, put it in the broken bowl, and then said: "If the matter is done, this will be yours."

After speaking, the man took out an ingot of silver from his pocket and placed it on the table beside him.

When the old beggar saw this, his eyes straightened immediately.

You know, for an ordinary family, this ingot of silver is not needed for a year's expenses, which is enough to allow a family of four to live in abundance for a whole year!
"Okay, okay! Thank you, sir!" After the old beggar finished speaking, he was about to reach out to get the silver, but the man took the folding fan and opened his hand directly.

"I said, I will give it to you after it is done."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

The old beggar was in pain, and immediately withdrew his hand, then looked at the man, and said with a smile: "Master, the old beggar will go and do this for us."

After finishing speaking, the old beggar turned around and entered the inn behind like a gust of wind.

The rich man smiled slightly when he saw the old beggar go in, then threw two copper coins on the table, got up and left.

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In the inn, the old beggar rushed up to the second floor like a gust of wind, and kicked Xuanzang's door open.

At this moment, Xuanzang was full of food and drink, sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating, when the door of the room was kicked open by the old beggar, he was suddenly taken aback.

Seeing that it was an old beggar, Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Ami..."

"Oh, monk, don't leave Amitabha, hurry up and follow me!" The old beggar took a step forward, grabbed Xuanzang's arm, and directly pulled him up from the bed, trying to drag him out.

Xuanzang didn't know what was going on, and while quickly putting on his shoes, he asked, "Old benefactor...how...how..."

"Monk, monk, hurry up and follow!" The old beggar looked at Xuanzang, without any explanation at all, just kept pulling Xuanzang down the stairs.

The two went downstairs in a few steps and appeared directly on the long street.

The old beggar immediately looked at the tea stand across the long street, but there were no people there now, the rich man who had just given him the silver had disappeared.

The old beggar dragged Xuanzang, walked quickly to the tea room, looked left and right, then turned to ask the boss who was pouring water for others: "Boss! The old man who was sitting here just now!"

The boss turned his head, glanced at the old beggar, and then said: "This guest officer has already left."

After finishing speaking, the boss went to work on his own, and didn't care about the old beggar anymore.

"Damn! He's a liar! Liar!"

When the old beggar heard the words, he jumped up and down and scolded the street immediately.

Xuanzang didn't know why, so he asked the old beggar beside him in a low voice, "Amitabha, old benefactor, what's going on..."

"Bah!" The old beggar spat, then looked at Xuanzang, and said, "It's not your fault, it's too slow to get down, if you got down earlier, this man wouldn't be able to leave!"

What Xuanzang said in this sentence is inexplicable. Although he is an eminent monk, he does not have the ability to predict the future.

"There was an old man sitting here just now, and he said that as long as you come down, he will give me a piece of silver!" The old beggar said, shaking the broken bowl in his hand, and said: "See, you gave me so much money while talking." !"

When Xuanzang heard the words, he suddenly realized, and said: "Amitabha, old benefactor, so it is like this."

"The benefactor gave you the silver taels, but you didn't do anything. There was no loss to him or you. Why is the old benefactor so angry?"

"Fart!" The old beggar immediately scolded: "Monk, don't you think you are stupid in reading the scriptures!"

"If you came out earlier, that ingot of silver would already belong to Lao Tzu!"

"It's not because of you!"

When Xuanzang heard the old beggar's voice, he just smiled lightly and didn't speak any more.

Immediately, Xuanzang turned his head and prepared to return to the inn.

"Monk! You stop, you accompany me with my money!" But the old beggar was not willing to let go, and followed Xuanzang's deep, noisy for a while.

Xuanzang looked neither happy nor sad, he just walked forward slowly, ignoring the profound old beggar.

But at this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the corner of the street. Xuanzang turned his head and saw a horse rushing towards here as if it had run loose.

"The horse is startled! Hide! Hide!"

A voice shouted frantically from behind the horse, and at this time, Xuanzai and the old beggar were standing in the very center of the long street, trying to hide, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Xuanzang felt his body lighten, and he fell forward. The horse let out a neighing sound, and quickly passed behind Xuanzang.

And the old beggar, being bumped by the horse, immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Xuanzang was also thrown to the ground, not knowing what happened.

Soon, Xuanzang shook his head and got up from the ground, only then did he see the old beggar lying in a pool of blood.

And the two pieces of broken silver were scattered in front of this person, the two went forward and took the broken silver away, but no one cared about the old beggar's loss of dignity.

Seeing this, Xuanzang couldn't bear it, and immediately stepped forward, intending to help the old beggar's body up.

But at this moment, a voice came from behind, saying: "Master, this person is dead, and the government will come in a while, and it will definitely be dealt with properly at that time."

"Master, it's better not to take this muddy water."

When Xuanzang heard this, he turned around and saw a handsome man in brocade standing behind him, looking at Xuanzang with a smile on his face.

Xuanzang naturally didn't know this person, but if the old beggar was still alive, he would be able to tell at a glance that this person was the one who gave him the silver just now.

"Amitabha, it is not entrusted by the Buddha to save you from death." After finishing speaking, Xuanzang stepped forward and dragged the old beggar's body to the side of the road with all his strength, then stood beside the entity, silently chanting the scriptures for salvation .

Many people on the side saw it, but they just watched from the sidelines, but no one stepped forward to help.

The rich man stood aside and said softly: "Master is merciful, he is really an eminent monk."

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(End of this chapter)