Chapter 815: The Little Monk is Best at Helping Others to Become Masters (Two in One)
Xu Qian'an walked up to the sloppy Taoist and said, "Boss, how do you play this game?"
"Two coins for three arrows. The prizes on the podium can be exchanged according to the number of arrows that enter the pot."
Two taels of silver were not a lot of money, and there was no point in keeping them. Xu Qian'an felt that he had good luck since coming to this world. As long as he could hit the target with one of his three arrows, he could exchange it for ten taels of silver. He went to Yingmei Pavilion to see Fuxiang. He thought that with his great teleportation skills, it would not be difficult to please the courtesan with poetry. Even if he didn't hit the target with any arrow, it didn't matter, after all, the two taels of silver in his hand were picked up.
"Okay, let's play a round." He slammed two silver coins on the chopping board.
The sloppy Taoist took a piece of black cloth and covered his eyes, and stuffed three arrows into his hands.
Xu Qian'an threw arrows with his back to the quiver, but unexpectedly all three arrows hit the target.
The sloppy Taoist picked up a small jade mirror from the podium and gave it to him, but Xu Qian'an refused to accept it and only wanted gold and silver. Unexpectedly, the sloppy Taoist insisted on giving him the small jade mirror on the grounds that rules are rules and cannot be broken.
"Gold and silver are external things, this... is a treasure."
Xu Qian'an was just about to tell him that since it was a treasure, it would be great if it could be converted into gold and silver, when a man in black patted his shoulder and said, "Sir, my master said that if you can help her get the Bodhi beads on the podium, he is willing to reward her with 600 taels of silver. If possible, just play the game of throwing pots, and we will pay for the game."
When Xu Qian'an heard this, his face showed joy. Six hundred taels of silver was equivalent to thirty years of monthly salary as a clerk. If he could really accomplish this, not to mention the chance of turning a bicycle into a motorcycle, it would be like getting something for nothing.
Perhaps because they were worried that he might become suspicious, two men dressed like black servants carried a very heavy wooden box and placed it in front of him. When they opened it, they found several layers of white silver ingots, six hundred taels in total, not a penny less.
A series of exclamations were heard nearby.
"Done."
Xu Qian'an agreed immediately, lifted the black cloth around his neck and covered his eyes.
"Here, I'll give you an arrow."
To exchange for the Bodhi beads, five arrows must be shot into the pot in succession. The sloppy Taoist took the money from the man in black and stuffed the five arrows into Xu Qian'an's hand.
call out.
call out.
call out.
Just like last time, three arrows hit the pot in succession.
In the luxurious carriage guarded by a group of men in black, a beautiful figure flashed behind the bead curtain. She gently flicked the jade beads and looked at the person who threw the arrow backwards.
At this time, a bystander exclaimed in a low voice that Xu Qian'an's fourth arrow actually missed the target.
The same goes for the fifth arrow.
The sloppy Taoist seemed to sense something and turned to look at the handsome monk in the crowd, his eyebrows slightly raised and his face unhappy.
Xu Qian'an took off the black cloth covering his eyes and looked at the three arrows in the pot. Feeling unwilling, he looked at the man in black next to him and said, "Come again." The sloppy Taoist took out five more arrows and gave them to him. When he turned around, he waved his hand slightly in his sleeve.
A force that was difficult to see with the naked eye generated around the monk, tightened towards the middle, and clamped his hands and feet.
This handsome monk was naturally none other than Chu Pingsheng who came to the Jiaofangsi to collect interest.
call out.
One arrow hits the target.
call out.
Two arrows hit the pot.
call out.
Three arrows hit the pot.
But when Xu Qian'an threw the fourth arrow, he lost his aim just like last time and it fell to the side.
The sloppy Taoist's eyes lit up, and his yang spirit, which was weakened due to the failure of transcending the tribulation, emerged from the top of his head and shouted at Chu Pingsheng.
This is a Taoist method of mental intimidation, which can hurt other people's primordial spirits. Originally, any fourth-grade Taoist who had cultivated the Nascent Soul could perform it. Now he is using the Yang God to perform the method. Even though it is a weak Yang God, its power is much higher than that of an ordinary fourth-grade Taoist.
I thought that the monk who was making trouble would be frightened, but unexpectedly, a demon baby wrapped in black air, with a smile on its face, purple eyes, and an extremely evil look jumped out from above the monk's head. It pointed forward, and he was hit hard, his yang spirit returned to the body, and he took two steps back.
The other person was dressed in monk's robes, had a bald head, and was holding a Zen stick in his hand. He looked like a monk from heaven. Unexpectedly, he was actually a Taoist who had cultivated a Nascent Soul, and that Nascent Soul seemed to have fallen into the path of evil.
What's even more strange is that only a fourth-rank Taoist can cultivate a Nascent Soul. A third-rank Taoist's Nascent Soul is fully developed and transformed into a Yang God the same size as his body, but the fake monk only has a demonic Nascent Soul. According to the Taoist classification, he should be a fourth-rank Taoist. Even though his strength has been greatly reduced due to his failure in overcoming the tribulation and he has now fallen to the fourth-rank level, a fourth-rank Taoist cannot force back his Yang God with just a finger.
What the hell does this happen?
How could he know that Chu Pingsheng was not from this world, so naturally he didn't need to follow the training system customized by the Confucian sage hundreds of years ago.
Here, only the fourth-grade Yuanying, third-grade Yangshen, and second-grade Yangshen can condense the Dharma image, and after successfully overcoming the tribulation, they can become first-grade land immortals. Chu Pingsheng's demon infant is only the size of a human head, which corresponds to a fourth-grade Taoist priest, but he has the Dharma image, and it is very strong. If his martial arts value is defined by the current world's grade, the result can only be self-humiliation.
"Jinlian, if I'm not mistaken, you gave this jade mirror to that boy because you wanted him to protect you from disaster, right?"
The sloppy Taoist's expression changed drastically. Not only was his origins revealed by the monk, but the other party also knew his intention to let the lucky boy in front of him ward off disaster for him.
"who are you?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly and did not answer his question. Jinlian was also awakened by Xu Qiyan. It turned out that she bumped into Xu Qiyan when she was retreating just now, and the fifth arrow was also deflected.
"Blame me. Blame me this time."
Jinlian shot him an arrow to hide her embarrassment, but she was looking at the fake monk.
"Even if you give me another arrow, you still can't win the Bodhi Bead." Xu Qian'an held the arrow in his hand, dejected and frustrated. The Bodhi Bead had to be hit by all five arrows, and the fourth arrow missed, which meant that he lost this game again.
"How about letting me give you a hand?"
At this time Chu Pingsheng walked out of the crowd, ignoring the twitching eyes of Taoist Jinlian, and walked in front of Xu Qian'an.
"It's you?"
He recognized her as the strange monk who had stopped the little mare yesterday and wanted to register at Xu's house.
"it's me."
Chu Pingsheng pointed at the Bodhi beads and said, "I am best at helping people to consecrate them. It can increase luck and drive away evil spirits. Young master hit three arrows in a row, but it was difficult to get past the fourth arrow barrier, which means your luck is not good enough. If you want to hit five arrows in a row, you must consecrate them."
Consecration?
Xu Qian'an had a strange look on his face. Was he serious about the consecration here?
For some reason, a piece of news he had read before crossing over to this world emerged in his mind. There were thousands of bad people in Buddhism, and there were always monks who behaved in a rude manner towards female Bodhisattvas, calling it "consecration."
This world... shouldn't have this kind of pornographic culture.
"Tell me, what are the conditions?"
There may not be such pornographic culture as great virtues consecrating Buddha statues in Dafeng, but the human customs of returning a favor will definitely exist wherever there are people.
"I want to go to your house to register."
Fuck, this bald ass doesn't even bother pretending, he just reveals his cards straight away?
Thinking about what the monk said yesterday, looking at the box full of silver ingots on the ground, and then looking at the Yingmei Pavilion at the Jiaofangsi, and thinking about the cruelty of the Zhou father and son, Xu Qian'an looked thoughtful.
"Master, to be honest, I am also living under someone else's roof now. It is not easy for you to register at Xu's house."
"..."
Chu Pingsheng kept silent and just looked at him.
Xu Qian'an hesitated for a while and said reluctantly: "Master, how about this? Now that my aunt is not here, you can stay at my house for a while and use this time to find a place to stay. When my aunt and my two cousins come back, you can move out immediately. How do you think?"
Who is he? A real estate salesman who is very sensitive to money. Even if he doesn't consider asking Fuxiang for information, he would be tempted to agree to such a large sum of money when it is placed in front of him.
Today, Li Ru took Xu Lingyue and Xu Lingyin to Yunlu Academy. Only he, Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi were left at home. As his uncle was greedy for money, he would easily settle the matter as long as he took out ten or twenty taels, even if he didn't ask for much. He could then let the monk live in his side courtyard and he could squeeze in with Xu Xinnian. It wouldn't be a big problem.
What's more...if the monk's blessing technique is really useful, it means he has some skills. Inviting him back home when the Zhou father and son are hostile to the Xu family can be regarded as finding a thug to protect the house.
This way, we can achieve three goals at one stroke.
Xu Qian'an's abacus was jingling loudly.
Chu Pingsheng said: "Yes."
Of course he knew what Xu Qian'an was thinking, but there is a saying that goes "It is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away." Even gods are so difficult to send away, let alone demons. No, he is a Buddha now, a real Buddha.
cough……
Chu Pingsheng stretched out his right hand.
Xu Qian'an looked puzzled.
"Lower your head."
"What are you doing with your head down?"
"Consecration."
Xu Qian'an twitched the corners of his mouth, and with the idea of giving it a try, he lowered his head and let him hold his head like he was petting a cat or a dog, and smoothed his high ponytail.
Fuck, what's this move?
He looked up angrily.
Chu Pingsheng looked solemn and patted him on the head.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, sweeping across half the street. The onlookers closed their eyes and turned their heads to avoid the light temporarily.
"Okay, go vote."
Chu Pingsheng withdrew his hand, Xu Qian'an touched his forehead and found that his hair was still there.
"That light just now?"
"Consecration..."
Are you serious?
Xu Qian'an looked at the silent crowd and made sure that everyone had seen that this monk could really emit Buddha's light and was not a liar.
"What are you standing there for? Go and shoot." Chu Pingsheng reminded him again. Xu Qian'an put away his complicated thoughts, picked up five arrows again, stood in front of the white line, lifted the black cloth to cover his eyes, and shot arrows backwards.
One, two, three, four, five.
His hands were empty and it was quiet around him, no one spoke. Xu Qian'an hurriedly pulled the green cloth and looked back. One, two, three, four, five, all five arrows hit the target.
It actually works?!
He looked at the young monk standing solemnly beside him, with a look of shock and doubt, and the onlookers had a similar expression.
Only Taoist Jinlian cursed the bald monk in his heart for his hypocrisy. What's the use of blessing to bring good luck? If he hadn't interfered, the man named Xu Qian'an would have hit the target with five arrows in a row and got six hundred taels of silver.
"Boss? I was hit by five arrows. Shouldn't you give me the Bodhi beads?"
Xu Qian'an patted the game stall owner who was looking at the monk with a gloomy face. He thought that the owner was feeling sorry for the Bodhi beads and blamed the monk for ruining his job.
"Boss, rules are rules. You said so."
Taoist Jinlian walked to the fence with a hint of dissatisfaction, took the Bodhi beads on the podium and handed them to Xu Qian'an.
"Big brother, let me make a deal. The silver ingots in the wooden box are inconvenient to carry. Can we exchange them for silver bills?"
The black-clad servant walked towards the luxurious carriage behind. At this time, Chu Pingsheng walked up to Xu Qian'an and stretched out the hand that he had just stroked.
"mine."
Of course he couldn't give this valuable item to the monk.
"Master, we have agreed that you will consecrate me, and in exchange, I will allow you to stay at my house for a while."
"There's something strange about this Bodhi bead. Let me see it."
eccentric?
Although Xu Qian'an didn't believe it, considering that the monk had the ability to consecrate people and bestow good fortune, he would not covet the Bodhi beads worth six hundred taels of silver. Moreover, if he made a noise in public and alerted the night watchman, the monk would not have a good end.
Thinking of this, he handed over the Bodhi beads with a hint of trepidation.
Chu Pingsheng held the beads in his hand, twisted the Bodhi seeds on it, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Just as Xu Qian'an was about to ask a question, the man in black came over with six silver notes: "Sir, here are six hundred taels of silver notes."
Xu Qian'an smiled happily and was about to take it, but Chu Pingsheng held his hand.
"Grandmaster?"
"Go back and tell your master that six hundred is not enough. If you want the Bodhi beads, double the money."
what?
Xu Qian'an was confused. Double it? One... one thousand two hundred taels? In his opinion, six hundred taels for a string of Bodhi beads, even if it was a top-quality multi-petal Vajra Bodhi, was not worth one thousand two hundred taels.
The black-clothed servant said angrily, "You are asking for a higher price and not keeping your word."
The onlookers were also talking about it. They didn't expect such a thing to happen. Taoist Jinlian put his hands in his sleeves, just smiled indifferently, and said nothing.
By now, he had figured it out. Since the fake monk was more powerful than him and had some plans for Xu Qian'an, and was going to Xu's house to register, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to deal with his demonic clone Black Lotus, who could sense the No. 3 Jade Mirror? If he could drive the tiger to devour the wolf, wouldn't it be a pleasure to rely on the power of this monk to destroy Black Lotus?
"Master..." Xu Qian'an whispered, "Look at these servants. They all have swords hanging from their waists, and their energy is amazing. They are all masters. Six hundred taels is not a small amount. That's enough."
"One thousand two hundred taels, not a cent less." Chu Pingsheng seemed not to have heard his advice, and said coldly: "Go back and ask your master, does she want this Bodhi bead or not?"
The black-clad servant glared at him hatefully and walked towards the luxurious car parked in the middle of the street again.
In fact, there was no need for the servant to report. The most beautiful woman in Dafeng in the carriage also heard the monk's offer. Behind the pearl curtain, her pretty face was filled with anger, and she wished she could kick this annoying monk who was raising the price.
However, she also knew that the Bodhi beads were a precious magical tool that could conceal auras and avoid being detected by experts. She had a special background and needed it very much. Even though she knew that the monk was taking advantage of her, she had to give in and agree.
"give him."
"Yes."
The black-clothed servant walked up to Chu Pingsheng with a disgruntled look on his face and slapped the banknote into Xu Qian'an's hand: "This banknote and the silver in the box are all yours."
Does this work?
Xu Qian'an's expression was a little stiff. He didn't expect it to work. Six hundred taels turned into twelve thousand.
"Master, this bodhi bead...what is its origin? Why would the owner of the carriage be willing to spend so much money to buy it?"
At this point, he also guessed that there must be something fishy about the Bodhi beads in the monk's hand.
Chu Pingsheng pointed at Taoist Jinlian and said, "How should I know? Ask him."
While throwing the Bodhi beads to the black-clothed servant with a fierce look in his eyes.
Xu Qian'an cast an inquiring look at the owner of the game stall, but was ignored. He turned around and saw Chu Pingsheng walking towards the box of silver, so he put aside the thought of inquiring about the origin of the Bodhi beads and happily followed him.
"Master, you have helped me earn so much money, so don't worry, just stay in the Xu Mansion, and I will take care of your aunt and uncle's work."
"Who said the money was earned for you?" Chu Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him: "The banknotes are yours, and the silver ingots in the wooden box are mine."
Xu Qian'an stood there in a daze. It turned out that this monk was not a kind person. He did not speak out of justice by raising the price of six hundred taels. He thought that he had helped the carriage owner to win the Bodhi beads in the game of tossing pots, which was already a way of getting something for nothing. He did not expect that the monk would go even further and use him to get something for nothing.
Poor carriage owner...
He looked at the carriage that was moving forward at the coachman's shouts, occupying most of the street.
The black-clad servant ignored him and just stared ahead, wanting to see the monk make a fool of himself. 600 taels of silver, plus the thick wooden box weighed more than kilograms. With the monk's size, it would be exhausting to move them to the nearest bank, unless he spent money to hire someone... As long as he spent money, the extortion would not be perfect. As a sucker, at least he could vent a little.
However, what was surprising was that the monk just waved his sleeves and the box disappeared.
600 taels of silver ingots disappeared out of thin air.
The beautiful lady in the carriage was stunned for a moment, and her anger grew even stronger. Not only did the monk extort money from her, he also showed off his magic in front of her to deliberately make her angry!
Taoist Jinlian's heart was beating wildly. As the leader of the Earth Sect and a former second-rank strongman, he could of course see that the fake monk's waving of his sleeves to take away the silver was not an effect of an array, nor a space spell. It was very similar to the movement of the fragment of the Earth Book, that is, the small jade mirror in Xu Qian'an's hand when it collected things. Although the sorcerers of the Sitianjian also had similar storage instruments, they could only store small items, and the wooden box just now could not fit them.
Could it be that the fake monk also has a small jade mirror in his hand?
There was indeed a monk in the Tiandi Society that he formed with the fragments of the Earth Book, Hengyuan from the Qinglong Temple, but they had just communicated not long ago, and there was no way that the No. 6 jade mirror would fall into the hands of the more handsome monk in front of him.
If it wasn't a jade mirror, what could it be?
"Let's go."
Chu Pingsheng ignored Taoist Jinlian and Xu Qian'an's question about why 600 taels of silver disappeared out of thin air, and walked straight north.
"Master, I was the one who shot the arrow, and you just talked and took half of the silver?" Xu Qian'an quickly caught up with him and used his eloquence to talk: "Even if my luck was only enough to hit three arrows, according to the proportion, I should get 60% of the 1,200 taels of silver, which is 720 taels. Your 50-50 split is not fair."
Chu Pingsheng said: "Then I will return the six hundred taels to the carriage owner, and we will divide the six hundred taels of silver notes together. You get three hundred and sixty, and I get two hundred and fourty?"
"Ruthless enough."
Xu Qian'an had nothing to say, but then he thought again and felt that something was not right.
"Didn't we agree in advance that you would consecrate me and give me two arrows of good fortune, and I would allow you to place an order at my house? The deal has been completed, so how can you have the nerve to share my profits? The 600 taels in your hand were obtained by extortion on the premise that I won the Bodhi beads. You should at least give me half of it, so that it is fair."
"You are good at calculating."
"Of course."
Xu Qian'an thought to himself, I'm a real estate salesperson, who holds a calculator every day to help clients calculate house prices, down payments, and monthly installments. Now that I've come to the ancient world where the average cultural level is at the knee level, when doing business, it must be that I'm the only one who takes advantage of others, and no one else takes advantage of me.
"I can give you half, but we have an agreement. If those black guards come to cause trouble, you have to bear half of the pressure."
Hey!
This monk is also very good at settling accounts.
Xu Qian'an thought about the look in the eyes of the black-clad guards when they escorted the carriage away, and felt that there was no need to provoke such a wealthy family for 300 taels. He had been a constable in Changle County for some time, and knew that a carriage like this that could block half the street must belong to a king or a duke. He was a lowly clerk, and he was almost killed for offending a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue. If he made enemies with a noble of the king or duke level, he could only be described as NOZUONODIE.
"You haven't asked for the master's name yet?"
"Me? Consecration."
"Master of Consecration?"
Xu Qian'an always felt that this Buddhist name was a joke, but also very relevant. The master of consecration was good at consecrating people.
"Isn't this Dharma name loud enough?"
"Oh, loud, loud."
As he was speaking, Xu Qian'an looked up and saw that he had walked into the Jiaofangsi again. From afar he saw a long queue in front of the door of Yingmei Pavilion. He remembered that he had important business to do and now that he was burdened with a huge sum of money, he would definitely not be "invited" out.
"Master Kaiguang, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do. How about you wait here for a while until I finish my business, and then we can go home together?"
"No, what if you don't keep your promise and run away halfway?"
"Master, if you don't trust me, you can go to the Changle County Office and find out when I, Xu Qian'an, have ever broken my promise."
Chu Pingsheng shook his head.
"Okay, I'll be honest. I have to go there." Xu Qian'an pointed to the three-story red building of Yingmei Pavilion and said, "I'm going to talk to the courtesan Fuxiang about some business. As a monk, it's not appropriate for you to go to that kind of place."
Chu Pingsheng asked, "Does the law of Dafeng stipulate that monks cannot visit brothels?"
Xu Qian'an thought about it carefully and said, "That's not the case."
After he finished speaking, he paused for two breaths, then suddenly realized, "Master, you don't want to go in with me, do you? There's no need to fight so hard just to register at Xu's house, right?"
"Amitabha, sitting still without distraction, the Buddha pays attention, that is the practice."
"real or fake?"
This is not cultivation, this is shame.
Xu Qian'an always felt that this monk was a bit outrageous. What the master of consecration is good at consecration, and sitting with a lap still is the practice of Buddhism, the literal meaning seems quite serious, but no matter how you taste it, it feels like it has been enhanced with technology and hard work.
"Of course it's true."
"OK then."
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him, Xu Qian'an could only bite the bullet and stand at the back of the team, thinking that he was the one being laughed at and it had nothing to do with him.
Sure enough, the moment the master of consecration stood there, he became a conspicuous person and a sitting duck. Passersby pointed and said all kinds of things about him, but the main theme was that he was a shameless monk visiting brothels.
However, the monk acted as if he could not hear anything, his eyes were clear and consistent.
Xu Qian'an really admires this thick-skinned guy.
……
(End of this chapter)
Xu Qian'an walked up to the sloppy Taoist and said, "Boss, how do you play this game?"
"Two coins for three arrows. The prizes on the podium can be exchanged according to the number of arrows that enter the pot."
Two taels of silver were not a lot of money, and there was no point in keeping them. Xu Qian'an felt that he had good luck since coming to this world. As long as he could hit the target with one of his three arrows, he could exchange it for ten taels of silver. He went to Yingmei Pavilion to see Fuxiang. He thought that with his great teleportation skills, it would not be difficult to please the courtesan with poetry. Even if he didn't hit the target with any arrow, it didn't matter, after all, the two taels of silver in his hand were picked up.
"Okay, let's play a round." He slammed two silver coins on the chopping board.
The sloppy Taoist took a piece of black cloth and covered his eyes, and stuffed three arrows into his hands.
Xu Qian'an threw arrows with his back to the quiver, but unexpectedly all three arrows hit the target.
The sloppy Taoist picked up a small jade mirror from the podium and gave it to him, but Xu Qian'an refused to accept it and only wanted gold and silver. Unexpectedly, the sloppy Taoist insisted on giving him the small jade mirror on the grounds that rules are rules and cannot be broken.
"Gold and silver are external things, this... is a treasure."
Xu Qian'an was just about to tell him that since it was a treasure, it would be great if it could be converted into gold and silver, when a man in black patted his shoulder and said, "Sir, my master said that if you can help her get the Bodhi beads on the podium, he is willing to reward her with 600 taels of silver. If possible, just play the game of throwing pots, and we will pay for the game."
When Xu Qian'an heard this, his face showed joy. Six hundred taels of silver was equivalent to thirty years of monthly salary as a clerk. If he could really accomplish this, not to mention the chance of turning a bicycle into a motorcycle, it would be like getting something for nothing.
Perhaps because they were worried that he might become suspicious, two men dressed like black servants carried a very heavy wooden box and placed it in front of him. When they opened it, they found several layers of white silver ingots, six hundred taels in total, not a penny less.
A series of exclamations were heard nearby.
"Done."
Xu Qian'an agreed immediately, lifted the black cloth around his neck and covered his eyes.
"Here, I'll give you an arrow."
To exchange for the Bodhi beads, five arrows must be shot into the pot in succession. The sloppy Taoist took the money from the man in black and stuffed the five arrows into Xu Qian'an's hand.
call out.
call out.
call out.
Just like last time, three arrows hit the pot in succession.
In the luxurious carriage guarded by a group of men in black, a beautiful figure flashed behind the bead curtain. She gently flicked the jade beads and looked at the person who threw the arrow backwards.
At this time, a bystander exclaimed in a low voice that Xu Qian'an's fourth arrow actually missed the target.
The same goes for the fifth arrow.
The sloppy Taoist seemed to sense something and turned to look at the handsome monk in the crowd, his eyebrows slightly raised and his face unhappy.
Xu Qian'an took off the black cloth covering his eyes and looked at the three arrows in the pot. Feeling unwilling, he looked at the man in black next to him and said, "Come again." The sloppy Taoist took out five more arrows and gave them to him. When he turned around, he waved his hand slightly in his sleeve.
A force that was difficult to see with the naked eye generated around the monk, tightened towards the middle, and clamped his hands and feet.
This handsome monk was naturally none other than Chu Pingsheng who came to the Jiaofangsi to collect interest.
call out.
One arrow hits the target.
call out.
Two arrows hit the pot.
call out.
Three arrows hit the pot.
But when Xu Qian'an threw the fourth arrow, he lost his aim just like last time and it fell to the side.
The sloppy Taoist's eyes lit up, and his yang spirit, which was weakened due to the failure of transcending the tribulation, emerged from the top of his head and shouted at Chu Pingsheng.
This is a Taoist method of mental intimidation, which can hurt other people's primordial spirits. Originally, any fourth-grade Taoist who had cultivated the Nascent Soul could perform it. Now he is using the Yang God to perform the method. Even though it is a weak Yang God, its power is much higher than that of an ordinary fourth-grade Taoist.
I thought that the monk who was making trouble would be frightened, but unexpectedly, a demon baby wrapped in black air, with a smile on its face, purple eyes, and an extremely evil look jumped out from above the monk's head. It pointed forward, and he was hit hard, his yang spirit returned to the body, and he took two steps back.
The other person was dressed in monk's robes, had a bald head, and was holding a Zen stick in his hand. He looked like a monk from heaven. Unexpectedly, he was actually a Taoist who had cultivated a Nascent Soul, and that Nascent Soul seemed to have fallen into the path of evil.
What's even more strange is that only a fourth-rank Taoist can cultivate a Nascent Soul. A third-rank Taoist's Nascent Soul is fully developed and transformed into a Yang God the same size as his body, but the fake monk only has a demonic Nascent Soul. According to the Taoist classification, he should be a fourth-rank Taoist. Even though his strength has been greatly reduced due to his failure in overcoming the tribulation and he has now fallen to the fourth-rank level, a fourth-rank Taoist cannot force back his Yang God with just a finger.
What the hell does this happen?
How could he know that Chu Pingsheng was not from this world, so naturally he didn't need to follow the training system customized by the Confucian sage hundreds of years ago.
Here, only the fourth-grade Yuanying, third-grade Yangshen, and second-grade Yangshen can condense the Dharma image, and after successfully overcoming the tribulation, they can become first-grade land immortals. Chu Pingsheng's demon infant is only the size of a human head, which corresponds to a fourth-grade Taoist priest, but he has the Dharma image, and it is very strong. If his martial arts value is defined by the current world's grade, the result can only be self-humiliation.
"Jinlian, if I'm not mistaken, you gave this jade mirror to that boy because you wanted him to protect you from disaster, right?"
The sloppy Taoist's expression changed drastically. Not only was his origins revealed by the monk, but the other party also knew his intention to let the lucky boy in front of him ward off disaster for him.
"who are you?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly and did not answer his question. Jinlian was also awakened by Xu Qiyan. It turned out that she bumped into Xu Qiyan when she was retreating just now, and the fifth arrow was also deflected.
"Blame me. Blame me this time."
Jinlian shot him an arrow to hide her embarrassment, but she was looking at the fake monk.
"Even if you give me another arrow, you still can't win the Bodhi Bead." Xu Qian'an held the arrow in his hand, dejected and frustrated. The Bodhi Bead had to be hit by all five arrows, and the fourth arrow missed, which meant that he lost this game again.
"How about letting me give you a hand?"
At this time Chu Pingsheng walked out of the crowd, ignoring the twitching eyes of Taoist Jinlian, and walked in front of Xu Qian'an.
"It's you?"
He recognized her as the strange monk who had stopped the little mare yesterday and wanted to register at Xu's house.
"it's me."
Chu Pingsheng pointed at the Bodhi beads and said, "I am best at helping people to consecrate them. It can increase luck and drive away evil spirits. Young master hit three arrows in a row, but it was difficult to get past the fourth arrow barrier, which means your luck is not good enough. If you want to hit five arrows in a row, you must consecrate them."
Consecration?
Xu Qian'an had a strange look on his face. Was he serious about the consecration here?
For some reason, a piece of news he had read before crossing over to this world emerged in his mind. There were thousands of bad people in Buddhism, and there were always monks who behaved in a rude manner towards female Bodhisattvas, calling it "consecration."
This world... shouldn't have this kind of pornographic culture.
"Tell me, what are the conditions?"
There may not be such pornographic culture as great virtues consecrating Buddha statues in Dafeng, but the human customs of returning a favor will definitely exist wherever there are people.
"I want to go to your house to register."
Fuck, this bald ass doesn't even bother pretending, he just reveals his cards straight away?
Thinking about what the monk said yesterday, looking at the box full of silver ingots on the ground, and then looking at the Yingmei Pavilion at the Jiaofangsi, and thinking about the cruelty of the Zhou father and son, Xu Qian'an looked thoughtful.
"Master, to be honest, I am also living under someone else's roof now. It is not easy for you to register at Xu's house."
"..."
Chu Pingsheng kept silent and just looked at him.
Xu Qian'an hesitated for a while and said reluctantly: "Master, how about this? Now that my aunt is not here, you can stay at my house for a while and use this time to find a place to stay. When my aunt and my two cousins come back, you can move out immediately. How do you think?"
Who is he? A real estate salesman who is very sensitive to money. Even if he doesn't consider asking Fuxiang for information, he would be tempted to agree to such a large sum of money when it is placed in front of him.
Today, Li Ru took Xu Lingyue and Xu Lingyin to Yunlu Academy. Only he, Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi were left at home. As his uncle was greedy for money, he would easily settle the matter as long as he took out ten or twenty taels, even if he didn't ask for much. He could then let the monk live in his side courtyard and he could squeeze in with Xu Xinnian. It wouldn't be a big problem.
What's more...if the monk's blessing technique is really useful, it means he has some skills. Inviting him back home when the Zhou father and son are hostile to the Xu family can be regarded as finding a thug to protect the house.
This way, we can achieve three goals at one stroke.
Xu Qian'an's abacus was jingling loudly.
Chu Pingsheng said: "Yes."
Of course he knew what Xu Qian'an was thinking, but there is a saying that goes "It is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away." Even gods are so difficult to send away, let alone demons. No, he is a Buddha now, a real Buddha.
cough……
Chu Pingsheng stretched out his right hand.
Xu Qian'an looked puzzled.
"Lower your head."
"What are you doing with your head down?"
"Consecration."
Xu Qian'an twitched the corners of his mouth, and with the idea of giving it a try, he lowered his head and let him hold his head like he was petting a cat or a dog, and smoothed his high ponytail.
Fuck, what's this move?
He looked up angrily.
Chu Pingsheng looked solemn and patted him on the head.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, sweeping across half the street. The onlookers closed their eyes and turned their heads to avoid the light temporarily.
"Okay, go vote."
Chu Pingsheng withdrew his hand, Xu Qian'an touched his forehead and found that his hair was still there.
"That light just now?"
"Consecration..."
Are you serious?
Xu Qian'an looked at the silent crowd and made sure that everyone had seen that this monk could really emit Buddha's light and was not a liar.
"What are you standing there for? Go and shoot." Chu Pingsheng reminded him again. Xu Qian'an put away his complicated thoughts, picked up five arrows again, stood in front of the white line, lifted the black cloth to cover his eyes, and shot arrows backwards.
One, two, three, four, five.
His hands were empty and it was quiet around him, no one spoke. Xu Qian'an hurriedly pulled the green cloth and looked back. One, two, three, four, five, all five arrows hit the target.
It actually works?!
He looked at the young monk standing solemnly beside him, with a look of shock and doubt, and the onlookers had a similar expression.
Only Taoist Jinlian cursed the bald monk in his heart for his hypocrisy. What's the use of blessing to bring good luck? If he hadn't interfered, the man named Xu Qian'an would have hit the target with five arrows in a row and got six hundred taels of silver.
"Boss? I was hit by five arrows. Shouldn't you give me the Bodhi beads?"
Xu Qian'an patted the game stall owner who was looking at the monk with a gloomy face. He thought that the owner was feeling sorry for the Bodhi beads and blamed the monk for ruining his job.
"Boss, rules are rules. You said so."
Taoist Jinlian walked to the fence with a hint of dissatisfaction, took the Bodhi beads on the podium and handed them to Xu Qian'an.
"Big brother, let me make a deal. The silver ingots in the wooden box are inconvenient to carry. Can we exchange them for silver bills?"
The black-clad servant walked towards the luxurious carriage behind. At this time, Chu Pingsheng walked up to Xu Qian'an and stretched out the hand that he had just stroked.
"mine."
Of course he couldn't give this valuable item to the monk.
"Master, we have agreed that you will consecrate me, and in exchange, I will allow you to stay at my house for a while."
"There's something strange about this Bodhi bead. Let me see it."
eccentric?
Although Xu Qian'an didn't believe it, considering that the monk had the ability to consecrate people and bestow good fortune, he would not covet the Bodhi beads worth six hundred taels of silver. Moreover, if he made a noise in public and alerted the night watchman, the monk would not have a good end.
Thinking of this, he handed over the Bodhi beads with a hint of trepidation.
Chu Pingsheng held the beads in his hand, twisted the Bodhi seeds on it, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Just as Xu Qian'an was about to ask a question, the man in black came over with six silver notes: "Sir, here are six hundred taels of silver notes."
Xu Qian'an smiled happily and was about to take it, but Chu Pingsheng held his hand.
"Grandmaster?"
"Go back and tell your master that six hundred is not enough. If you want the Bodhi beads, double the money."
what?
Xu Qian'an was confused. Double it? One... one thousand two hundred taels? In his opinion, six hundred taels for a string of Bodhi beads, even if it was a top-quality multi-petal Vajra Bodhi, was not worth one thousand two hundred taels.
The black-clothed servant said angrily, "You are asking for a higher price and not keeping your word."
The onlookers were also talking about it. They didn't expect such a thing to happen. Taoist Jinlian put his hands in his sleeves, just smiled indifferently, and said nothing.
By now, he had figured it out. Since the fake monk was more powerful than him and had some plans for Xu Qian'an, and was going to Xu's house to register, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to deal with his demonic clone Black Lotus, who could sense the No. 3 Jade Mirror? If he could drive the tiger to devour the wolf, wouldn't it be a pleasure to rely on the power of this monk to destroy Black Lotus?
"Master..." Xu Qian'an whispered, "Look at these servants. They all have swords hanging from their waists, and their energy is amazing. They are all masters. Six hundred taels is not a small amount. That's enough."
"One thousand two hundred taels, not a cent less." Chu Pingsheng seemed not to have heard his advice, and said coldly: "Go back and ask your master, does she want this Bodhi bead or not?"
The black-clad servant glared at him hatefully and walked towards the luxurious car parked in the middle of the street again.
In fact, there was no need for the servant to report. The most beautiful woman in Dafeng in the carriage also heard the monk's offer. Behind the pearl curtain, her pretty face was filled with anger, and she wished she could kick this annoying monk who was raising the price.
However, she also knew that the Bodhi beads were a precious magical tool that could conceal auras and avoid being detected by experts. She had a special background and needed it very much. Even though she knew that the monk was taking advantage of her, she had to give in and agree.
"give him."
"Yes."
The black-clothed servant walked up to Chu Pingsheng with a disgruntled look on his face and slapped the banknote into Xu Qian'an's hand: "This banknote and the silver in the box are all yours."
Does this work?
Xu Qian'an's expression was a little stiff. He didn't expect it to work. Six hundred taels turned into twelve thousand.
"Master, this bodhi bead...what is its origin? Why would the owner of the carriage be willing to spend so much money to buy it?"
At this point, he also guessed that there must be something fishy about the Bodhi beads in the monk's hand.
Chu Pingsheng pointed at Taoist Jinlian and said, "How should I know? Ask him."
While throwing the Bodhi beads to the black-clothed servant with a fierce look in his eyes.
Xu Qian'an cast an inquiring look at the owner of the game stall, but was ignored. He turned around and saw Chu Pingsheng walking towards the box of silver, so he put aside the thought of inquiring about the origin of the Bodhi beads and happily followed him.
"Master, you have helped me earn so much money, so don't worry, just stay in the Xu Mansion, and I will take care of your aunt and uncle's work."
"Who said the money was earned for you?" Chu Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him: "The banknotes are yours, and the silver ingots in the wooden box are mine."
Xu Qian'an stood there in a daze. It turned out that this monk was not a kind person. He did not speak out of justice by raising the price of six hundred taels. He thought that he had helped the carriage owner to win the Bodhi beads in the game of tossing pots, which was already a way of getting something for nothing. He did not expect that the monk would go even further and use him to get something for nothing.
Poor carriage owner...
He looked at the carriage that was moving forward at the coachman's shouts, occupying most of the street.
The black-clad servant ignored him and just stared ahead, wanting to see the monk make a fool of himself. 600 taels of silver, plus the thick wooden box weighed more than kilograms. With the monk's size, it would be exhausting to move them to the nearest bank, unless he spent money to hire someone... As long as he spent money, the extortion would not be perfect. As a sucker, at least he could vent a little.
However, what was surprising was that the monk just waved his sleeves and the box disappeared.
600 taels of silver ingots disappeared out of thin air.
The beautiful lady in the carriage was stunned for a moment, and her anger grew even stronger. Not only did the monk extort money from her, he also showed off his magic in front of her to deliberately make her angry!
Taoist Jinlian's heart was beating wildly. As the leader of the Earth Sect and a former second-rank strongman, he could of course see that the fake monk's waving of his sleeves to take away the silver was not an effect of an array, nor a space spell. It was very similar to the movement of the fragment of the Earth Book, that is, the small jade mirror in Xu Qian'an's hand when it collected things. Although the sorcerers of the Sitianjian also had similar storage instruments, they could only store small items, and the wooden box just now could not fit them.
Could it be that the fake monk also has a small jade mirror in his hand?
There was indeed a monk in the Tiandi Society that he formed with the fragments of the Earth Book, Hengyuan from the Qinglong Temple, but they had just communicated not long ago, and there was no way that the No. 6 jade mirror would fall into the hands of the more handsome monk in front of him.
If it wasn't a jade mirror, what could it be?
"Let's go."
Chu Pingsheng ignored Taoist Jinlian and Xu Qian'an's question about why 600 taels of silver disappeared out of thin air, and walked straight north.
"Master, I was the one who shot the arrow, and you just talked and took half of the silver?" Xu Qian'an quickly caught up with him and used his eloquence to talk: "Even if my luck was only enough to hit three arrows, according to the proportion, I should get 60% of the 1,200 taels of silver, which is 720 taels. Your 50-50 split is not fair."
Chu Pingsheng said: "Then I will return the six hundred taels to the carriage owner, and we will divide the six hundred taels of silver notes together. You get three hundred and sixty, and I get two hundred and fourty?"
"Ruthless enough."
Xu Qian'an had nothing to say, but then he thought again and felt that something was not right.
"Didn't we agree in advance that you would consecrate me and give me two arrows of good fortune, and I would allow you to place an order at my house? The deal has been completed, so how can you have the nerve to share my profits? The 600 taels in your hand were obtained by extortion on the premise that I won the Bodhi beads. You should at least give me half of it, so that it is fair."
"You are good at calculating."
"Of course."
Xu Qian'an thought to himself, I'm a real estate salesperson, who holds a calculator every day to help clients calculate house prices, down payments, and monthly installments. Now that I've come to the ancient world where the average cultural level is at the knee level, when doing business, it must be that I'm the only one who takes advantage of others, and no one else takes advantage of me.
"I can give you half, but we have an agreement. If those black guards come to cause trouble, you have to bear half of the pressure."
Hey!
This monk is also very good at settling accounts.
Xu Qian'an thought about the look in the eyes of the black-clad guards when they escorted the carriage away, and felt that there was no need to provoke such a wealthy family for 300 taels. He had been a constable in Changle County for some time, and knew that a carriage like this that could block half the street must belong to a king or a duke. He was a lowly clerk, and he was almost killed for offending a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue. If he made enemies with a noble of the king or duke level, he could only be described as NOZUONODIE.
"You haven't asked for the master's name yet?"
"Me? Consecration."
"Master of Consecration?"
Xu Qian'an always felt that this Buddhist name was a joke, but also very relevant. The master of consecration was good at consecrating people.
"Isn't this Dharma name loud enough?"
"Oh, loud, loud."
As he was speaking, Xu Qian'an looked up and saw that he had walked into the Jiaofangsi again. From afar he saw a long queue in front of the door of Yingmei Pavilion. He remembered that he had important business to do and now that he was burdened with a huge sum of money, he would definitely not be "invited" out.
"Master Kaiguang, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do. How about you wait here for a while until I finish my business, and then we can go home together?"
"No, what if you don't keep your promise and run away halfway?"
"Master, if you don't trust me, you can go to the Changle County Office and find out when I, Xu Qian'an, have ever broken my promise."
Chu Pingsheng shook his head.
"Okay, I'll be honest. I have to go there." Xu Qian'an pointed to the three-story red building of Yingmei Pavilion and said, "I'm going to talk to the courtesan Fuxiang about some business. As a monk, it's not appropriate for you to go to that kind of place."
Chu Pingsheng asked, "Does the law of Dafeng stipulate that monks cannot visit brothels?"
Xu Qian'an thought about it carefully and said, "That's not the case."
After he finished speaking, he paused for two breaths, then suddenly realized, "Master, you don't want to go in with me, do you? There's no need to fight so hard just to register at Xu's house, right?"
"Amitabha, sitting still without distraction, the Buddha pays attention, that is the practice."
"real or fake?"
This is not cultivation, this is shame.
Xu Qian'an always felt that this monk was a bit outrageous. What the master of consecration is good at consecration, and sitting with a lap still is the practice of Buddhism, the literal meaning seems quite serious, but no matter how you taste it, it feels like it has been enhanced with technology and hard work.
"Of course it's true."
"OK then."
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him, Xu Qian'an could only bite the bullet and stand at the back of the team, thinking that he was the one being laughed at and it had nothing to do with him.
Sure enough, the moment the master of consecration stood there, he became a conspicuous person and a sitting duck. Passersby pointed and said all kinds of things about him, but the main theme was that he was a shameless monk visiting brothels.
However, the monk acted as if he could not hear anything, his eyes were clear and consistent.
Xu Qian'an really admires this thick-skinned guy.
……
(End of this chapter)
