"The owner of the manor, don't be fooled by him. The bald donkey likes to use this method to extort money!"

"The owner of the manor, the monk is so bad. Within three years, he had already run away with the money, and everyone had nowhere to find him!"

"Master, you don't have to pay attention to him. If he doesn't get out of here, we will carry him to the side of the road!"

"Bald, get out quickly, otherwise you will break your legs!"

"Beat him, beat him, don't talk nonsense with him. This kind of bald donkey is as shameless as the Indians. No matter what good things you see, you want to be his own!"

...

Before Zhang Qian could speak, there were already a series of advice and insults everywhere. None of the servants and tenants believed the words of the monk Hui'an and all spoke out to reveal the man's insidious plot.

There are also a few old men from the village house who are watching the fun. They vaguely feel that using a well to exchange for people in the county without illness or disaster for three years is a very good thing to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. However, thinking about the fact that their son is still looking for work at the owner's house, and owner Zhang recently paid for the bridge and digging canals, which is obvious to the naked eye, so they all chose to shut up.

But the monk Hui'an learned some essence of Buddhism. He had a strong face, but he definitely surpassed the sculptures in the temple. He was surrounded by so many people and scolded him. Instead, he smiled and approached Zhang Qian two steps, and advised softly: "It is a great merit to give up a well to benefit the people of He County. The donor is not only a child of the Mo family, but also a court official, so he deserves..."

"No problem, let me give you a few buckets of well water, Zhang Mousan!" Before the whole set of great principles was finished, Zhang Qian was already laughing and nodding, "Butler, please send my orders. In the future, Master Hui'an comes to fetch water. No need to inform me, just let it go!"

After saying that, he gently plucked the monk's shoulder with his hand and walked quickly towards his own door.

"Ah" Monk Hui'an had prepared many language traps, waiting for Zhang Qian to get in. However, Zhang Qian did not act according to the scheduled routine at all. He was immediately caught off guard, staggered around for most of the circle, and almost fell to his head.

"Be careful!" Ren Quanshou quickly looked at him and quickly reached out to help Hui'an. "My manor promised you that you need to use water to worship Buddha in the future. You can choose as much as you want. Our manor will give you, and you will not accept any penny!"

The other servants and tenants saw Zhang Qian breaking the monk's trap with one move and winked at him: "Little monk, bless the people of our county to be free from illness and disaster for three years, but what you said. If one person gets sick or suffers a disaster, I will splash pig blood on your temple gate!"

"Little monk, are there any burden and bucket? No, what is it that we give to you? How can we be a merit?"

"Little monk, is your temple far away? If it is far away, you have to come early. The first bucket of water and spiritual energy in the morning is the most abundant. If you come late, it means you are not sincere!"

...

It’s not a big deal for everyone to beat the dogs. The monks near the capital are the most scoundrels. Especially some so-called monks from India, their behavior is almost the same as liars. As long as they like someone’s things, they will immediately come over and persuade them to sacrifice themselves to worship Buddha.

If the other party refuses to give it to them, they will either threaten the other party’s dead elders, say that they suffer in hell, or enter the animal realm. Or they will use the blessings of the people around them as public opinion and force the other party to bow their heads and submit.

If the other party wants to get rid of the entanglement, there is only one way. Take out enough money to let the monk recite scriptures and eliminate disasters. Often, when the money is given, the items that have a Buddha's fate at home will immediately become no Buddha's fate. The monk who recites scriptures brings money and then looks for the next target of extortion.

"Donor, wait!" Amid the sound of ridicule, the monk Hui'an tried hard to stand firm and quickly chased towards the Zhang family gate. "The donor misunderstood that the one who has a connection with my Buddha is in the noble house. The ancient well that can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not just well water. The well water is just something other than the blessing. The water is made out of the well. Before it is delivered to the temple, the spiritual energy is dissipated on the road. How can it be used to worship the Buddha?!"

"The monk is shameless and gives you the well. Wouldn't my house owner have to move?"

"Monk, just say it's just that you want my house owner's house, why bother to say such a thing!"

"I'm so handsome. My house owner is a fifth-rank official in the court. I'll give it to you if the house says it?"

...

The shouts and scolding sounded in an instant. Without Zhang Qian's own words, the surrounding servants and tenants revealed the little abacus in the monk's mind.

Zhang Qian himself had long guessed that the other party would not agree to come to carry water every day, and he had guessed earlier that the one who really had a "Buddha relationship" in his home was probably not the well he deliberately made up, but the dry gang of the Liushen Commercial Company. Therefore, he was not angry at the monk's scoundrel behavior, stopped and turned around with a smile, "The Buddha has taken a fancy to this ancient well in my house? No problem. It is rumored that the Dharma is boundless, Zhang agreed. Monk, you can use the supreme magic method and move the well away. Zhang will never stop it now. No matter where the well flies in the future, Zhang will not report to the official!"

"Ah, Namo Amitabha!" He was caught off guard by Zhang Qian's words again. Monk Hui'an was stunned and took a lot of effort to turn the exclamation from halfway into the Buddha's name.

According to the routine he had planned in advance, Zhang Qian, as a child of Qin Mo, has a reputation of being able to speak and be eloquent. If he wants to preserve Gujing, which has a decisive effect on the quality of Liushen Hualu, he will definitely debate with him in public. As long as he refuted Zhang Qian speechlessly, even if he cannot force him to sell a large amount of Liushen Commercial Bank's dry stock, he can still make him look ugly in public!

Whether it is to let Zhang Qian lose his fortune or make a ugliness, he will give a sigh of anger to the real female Bodhisattva donor. He no longer has to watch her humiliated and cry with anger, but he can't help with anything.

Unexpectedly, the tricks that came from the Tianzhu Kingdom and used by the Tang Dynasty gentry, wealthy households and even officials lost their power to Zhang Qian. The other party did not respond according to normal circumstances. First, ask yourself to carry water, and then ask yourself to use your magic power to move the well. Every response is imaginative, and you will never have any linguistic confrontation with yourself!

"Master, please cast magic and move the well. For the blessing of the people of Hexian County, my owner gave the well to you!" When he was in a state of panic, Monk Hui'an's ears came again with a sarcastic voice.

"Master, please cast spells, we are here to cheer you up!"

"Master, please cast spells and let me wait and see how I can open my eyes!"

"Come on, Master!"

"Damn my child, come home and bring me a bench. I want to see the master casting spells!"

...

All around, the servants, tenants, and villagers were all excited and rushed to beat the dogs in the water.

Even the slowest reaction of the person now understands it. This monk Hui'an didn't like the Jingshui of the Zhang family. He clearly wanted to force the owner of Zhuang Zhang to give him the entire farm for free and use it as the land for building the temple.

If the owner of Zhuang Zhang is reluctant, he must pay a lot of money to ask him to recite scriptures and transfer the Buddha's fate to another place. Otherwise, the owner of Zhuang Zhang ignores the blessings of the people of the county for his own selfishness!

People have an instinctive pursuit of living a good life. Although Zhang Qian, the owner of the manor, had no direct contact with his neighbors, had never come forward to say anything that would teach people to be kind. However, the food and copper coins he took out were actually in the pockets of tenants and neighbors.

This winter, the tenants in other villages had to mix wild vegetables and brans into the two meals of porridge they ate every day. However, the tenants in Zhangjiazhuang ate sparsely, and even got a job at night, and could make some dry cakes with their wives and children for midnight snacks!

In the past, I am afraid that everyone would never dream of such a good day. Especially as the rainwater accumulated in the low-lying areas was about to be drained, hundreds of acres of farmland could be added in front of and behind the village. Whether planting wheat or sorghum, each acre could be harvested eight or nine dou or even one stone, so everyone was even more reluctant to go back to the past.

Today, the monk forced the owner of Zhang to put a yard to build a temple for him, and tomorrow he would be able to trick the owner of Zhang to put the land to him to make temple property! In this way, it won’t take long for the entire Zhangjiazhuang to change the owner.

The servants can follow Zhang Qian, the owner of the manor, to enjoy the blessing of the peace. Anyway, the court has a special supply of officials and the entourages of officials. However, ordinary people will become tenants in the temple from now on! How could those bald donkeys who are not thrust into the penny as the owner of the manor of the manor of Zhang?!

When he saw clearly his own personal interests, even the old man who was deeply poisoned by Buddhism in Zhuangzi knew who he should help at this moment. Therefore, he spoke one after another and mocked Monk Hui'an for the ability to run.

After all, the monk Hui'an relied on his mouth to make a living. Although he was ridiculed and turned red, he still cheered up and chased Zhang Qian's back again, "Don't be slow, the donor has been practicing for a short time and is unable to cast a magic trick to move away from this well. But if the owner of the manor really has compassion, he should let the chanting of scriptures ring on the side of the well every day..."

"No problem!" He reacted quickly, and Zhang Qian's reaction was faster. Before he could finish his words, he gave a clear answer. "Ren Quan, free up the wing closest to the well as a ancestral temple for Master Hui'an to practice. He offered a dou of rice, two servings of vegetables, monk's robes, rosary, and Buddha statues every day. He would listen to the master's use. I believe that with the master's piety, he would definitely not do some expenses to fool you!"

"Yes, the owner of the manor!" Ren Quan immediately bowed and accepted the order, and his answer was particularly excited.

"Amitabha!" Monk Hui'an was so anxious that he chanted the Buddha's name, but he was unable to pick out any ungodly places from Zhang Qian's alms.

He asked for a well, but Zhang Qian gave it. He wanted to make the chanting sounds of scriptures beside the well, but Zhang Qian also gave it. He also gave him two meals a day, monk's clothes and shoes, etc. What reason does he have to say that Zhang Qian would not take the blessings of the people of the county seriously?

But if he comes to the Zhang family to practice, how can he exclaim for the female Bodhisattva? How can he be with the female Bodhisattva in the future, practice Zen and discuss the Dharma with her, and talk about the hot and laughter?

Just as he was so anxious that he heard Zhang Qian ask with a smile: "Why, can you think that Zhang's temple is small? Zhang remembered that the Buddha suddenly realized that the Bodhi tree was not luxurious enough. In my Tang Dynasty, the family built temples at this time to support monks and practitioners, more than thousands of families? If the temple is not pious enough, wouldn't they all waste their incense and effort?"

"This, this, no, no, the donor is so serious, the words are so serious!" Hui'an's picky words were stuck in his throat, and his face turned blue, and he waved his hands and retreated repeatedly. "The temple is big and the temple is small, it is the same, it is the same!"

How dare you say that it is different? How dare you say that it is different? Those masters who rely on wealthy families in the world to tear him alive? However, thinking of the tears of a certain female Bodhisattva after being wronged, the courage in Monk Hui'an's heart suddenly rose again, "Donor, listen to me!"

"Just say, Zhang listens with ease!" Knowing that the other party was about to show his trump card, Zhang Qian turned around with a smile, gently moving his wrists and fingers.

"Donor, if you have a Buddhist connection in the ancient well in your house, it means that the place of the noble house is a blessed place for the promotion of Buddhism." Since all the traps cannot be trapped by Zhang Qian, Hui'an simply gave up those linked language traps and directly took out his last killing move. "So, for the blessings of the people of Hexian County, the little monk begged the donor to donate this house and my Buddha to build a temple..."

A crisp "bang" sound interrupted his words in the waist. However, Zhang Qian swung his arm round and slapped him firmly on the face.

Looking at Hui'an again, he was beaten to fly half a foot away. Before he could land, blood and a few white teeth were already spraying out of his mouth.

Zhang Qian finished slapping, but he still couldn't help but relieve his anger. He quickly followed, stepped on the chest of monk Hui'an with one foot, bent down, and arched left and right, "Bang bang bang..." and another series of big slaps.

"The thief is bald, Zhang has given up again and again. You even want to occupy Zhang's family? Zhang is a fifth-rank official in the court. If even the family is taken away by you, where is the court's demeanor?" While beating, Zhang Qian shouted loudly, fearing that the people around him would not be able to hear clearly. "You must know that this world is the world of the saints after all, not you thiefs! Don't say that you thiefs can't control the blessings of reincarnation. Even if you can control it, it should be that the affairs of the world belong to the court, and the affairs of ghosts and gods belong to gods and Buddhas. No matter what sutra you recite or what teaching you believe in, don't think you can stretch your hands too long!"
Chapter completed!