Chapter 86 Win-win
"Money and jewelry are external possessions to you?"
When Wang Wu heard Wuchen's words, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
He has seen many hypocritical people, among which monks are the most hypocritical. But no matter what you say, as long as you are willing to follow them obediently, your goal has been achieved.
Immediately, Wang Wu bowed to Wuchen again: "Master Renyi!"
"Thank you so much, Master. I can't repay you in return. Once I'm safe, I will definitely set up a plaque for Master, burn incense and bow down every day."
The old man in rich clothes was full of gratitude, but the thoughts in his heart became darker and darker.
How can such a person who doesn't know the dangers of the world live so well?
But I have been walking on thin ice all my life. As a result, not only the wealth I had worked hard to accumulate for most of my life was robbed, my beautiful wife and daughter were robbed, and my obedient descendants suffered misfortune.
"Amitabha."
Wuchen recited the Buddha's name and said: "The young monk is just a monk. He cannot be regarded as a master, and there is no need to set up a memorial tablet. If you don't mind it, all the donors can just call the young monk the Buddhist name Wuchen."
Chatted a few more words.
The door panel where the old man in rich clothes was sitting was lifted up and headed towards the direction Wuchen came from before.
Wuchen and several others followed behind, but except for the housekeeper who stood in a row with him, everyone else was a few positions behind and occupied the left, right and back directions, vaguely trying to prevent him from escaping.
formation.
Wuchen seemed completely unaware of this phenomenon and followed the steps of the people in front of him without saying a word.
Only Jiang Ren knows.
The reason why Wu Chen looks like this is because he does two things at one time.
While rushing on the road, I meditated on the "Method of Combating Efforts".
Wuchen's Buddhist teachings may not be as good as those old monks who chant sutras and chant Buddha's name all day long, but his understanding far exceeds theirs. It is only a matter of time before he fully understands this technique.
Not long after, we walked deep into the forest from a well-hidden secret passage.
The pace of walking and stopping along the way was much slower than expected, but fortunately, although it was getting dark, we had reached our destination.
It was a cottage with a bright fire.
"My relative was originally an official on one side of the family, but because he couldn't stand the corrupt officials and the suffering common people, he led the people under his rule to build this paradise in the mountains."
As if he was worried that Wuchen would see something unusual, Wang Wu explained: "In order to resist the beasts and thieves in the mountains and forests, I cultivated it like this."
"I see."
Wuchen nodded and said with a little admiration: "This donor has immeasurable merits."
Hearing these words, several big men behind could not help but look at each other, and they all saw the smile hidden in each other's eyes.
If the leader is said to have immeasurable merit, then he and others may become Buddhas and ancestors.
"Stop, who are you?"
A head poked out of the watchtower above the gate of the cottage.
The old man in rich clothes coughed twice and shouted: "Wang Wu."
"Master, wait a minute, I'm going right away."
Wang Wu immediately trotted forward and shouted to the people above him: "Please inform me that my master is a relative of your lord, and I have come here specifically to join you!"
There are several words used when entering the village, each of which represents different meanings.
Such as the current sentence, it means that there are some difficult martial arts practitioners in the group, and everyone needs to cooperate with each other to act out a scene.
Because the people in the village are used to acting, and they don't take visitors to areas where the inside story might be revealed, problems are rarely seen.
But even if it is seen, it is not a big deal.
Once you have reached the village, you are like a turtle in a urn and can only be slaughtered.
And if it's not seen, so much the better.
Just add some ingredients to the food and drink, you can have a full meal, I can harvest the reserve grain, you are full, I can eat you, this is simply a win-win outcome.
The village gate was quickly opened.
A group of men with swords came out and wanted to welcome them into the stronghold.
The old man in rich clothes looked at Wuchen and said with a considerate look: "Master Wuchen, it's getting late now. There are no villages or shops in this area. Why don't you rest here for the night and leave tomorrow?"
"Thank you, donor."
Wuchen did not refuse.
Although he has lived in the wild in the past few days and has not felt any discomfort, this is someone else's wish and it is not easy to refuse.
After entering the village, the old man in colorful clothes was carried to another place, supposedly to heal his injuries.
Wuchen, on the other hand, was led to the other side by Wang Wu and the team of people holding swords.
After not walking far, there was an open space with a bonfire ahead.
"You came just in time."
The middle-aged man who was responsible for guiding the way said and pointed to the open space in front of him: "Today happens to be our once-in-a-month celebration day. In order to celebrate that the leader of the village has brought us a life of abundant food and clothing, we will drink and eat on this day every month.
Meat celebrates.”
Under the weak moonlight, beside several bonfires.
There were at least nearly thirty or forty men, drinking and eating meat, and singing and dancing from time to time.
"I haven't even returned from this bunch of bitches, and they've already started eating them."
When Wang Wu saw this scene, he suddenly felt hungry and began to curse secretly in his heart.
What the middle-aged man said to Wuchen was not right. The celebration day is not once a month, but once every three days.
After all, there are a lot of grain reserves in the village. If you don't eat more, it will "expire" soon.
"Master, since you are here, why not also enjoy some wine and meat?"
The middle-aged man looked at Wuchen, his eyes twinkling.
Wuchen was not interested: "Amitabha, the young monk likes silence and does not like movement. The donor only needs to give me a house that can block the wind."
The middle-aged man began to persuade, and Wang Wu on the side also persuaded him a few words.
But seeing that Wuchen was still unmoved, they didn't force him anymore. Instead, the middle-aged man took Wuchen into a small wooden house in a quiet area.
After waiting for others to leave, Wuchen looked at the furnishings in the house.
A bed, a square table, and some stools.
There were clean bedding on the bed, a plate of dark red dried meat, several plates of snacks and a bottle of wine on the table.
Wuchen picked up the dried meat, looked at it, and put it back.
Then he put Jiang Ren on the table, took out a piece of cake from the bag, ate it slowly, and asked Jiang Ren: "Donor Stick, the color of this dried meat looks a little strange, it doesn't look like beef or pork.
.....”
"Yeah~"
Although Jiang Ren couldn't tell what kind of meat this jerky was, he knew it was definitely not beef or pork.
You know it if you think about it.
In this situation where the dynasty has entered its final stage, corrupt officials are rampant, and the common people everywhere are hungry and naked.
Isn't it strange that there are at least dozens of strong, well-oiled people in a small village?
If you have the strength, you may be able to find a lot of game in the mountains, but if you want to feed so many people and keep them fat, it is impossible to multiply the number of nearby game several times.
Then, it is very clear what their food is.
Wuchen obviously doesn't understand this.
The reason why I don't eat these kinds of wine and meat is not because of doubts or doubts, or because of the monks' command not to eat wine and meat.
Chapter completed!