Chapter 363: The Controversy Between Buddhism and Taoism
As soon as he walked out of Liu Tong's house, Qiao Qiao fell down.
She is only a ten-year-old child. Although she sells cloth on the street every day and sees all kinds of people, she has never been as scared as she is today.
She was afraid of going to court and having her fingers clipped off. Especially, her father and sister both died in court, and she felt that court was the most terrifying place.
At this time, her whole body was soft and she was trembling non-stop. The tears that she had been holding back and refused to shed came rushing down.
Xiao Feng bent down, picked up Qiaoqiao, and walked home.
Qiaoqiao struggled twice and tried to stop, but Xiao Feng's back was firm and Qiaoqiao's whole body was weak and she couldn't move.
Qiaoqiao lay on Xiao Feng's back, sobbing and whispering: "Master, I'm sorry."
Xiao Feng hummed: "I don't blame you."
"Master, I'm so scared."
"I know."
"Master, our family only has half a tael of silver. It's in mother's cloth bag. Mother said she would keep it to buy you pens and ink."
"I know."
"Master, don't sell me and my mother..."
"I won't."
"master……"
"Stop calling me master, call me brother."
"I don't dare."
"If you call me brother, you are my sister. I will definitely not sell my sister, right? As a slave, maybe, right?"
"elder brother."
"Um."
"Brother, we have no money to compensate. Will you sell your house? We will have no place to live."
"If you don't sell it, I can make money, don't worry."
In the dark night, Xiao Feng walked home one step at a time, and a different strength gradually emerged in the bookworm's body.
Isn't this body as weak as imagined? Just think about it and you will know that Comrade Lao Xiao has managed to serve as a guard of thousands of households. He is definitely a fierce man.
How could his son be a weakling? He just studied for a long time without exercising. With such a good foundation, what are you afraid of?
Xiao Feng had practiced boxing in his previous life, and it was a very popular sport among the more successful businessmen.
Entering the alley, I saw from a distance that Qiao Ma was holding an angry wind lantern and looking at the gate. Under the dim light, I could see her anxious expression.
This is what home feels like.
In his previous life, Xiao Feng had a wife whom he loved deeply and a daughter whom he had grown up with. What he enjoyed most was the feeling of returning home after hard work.
His home is gone, like an extremely real dream.
But now he has a family again. Although the members are a bit strange, it is indeed a family.
If there are people who care about each other, it is home.
Seeing Xiao Feng's strange walking posture, Qiao's mother thought he was injured and ran over anxiously, looking around for Qiaoqiao's figure.
Then she saw Qiaoqiao lying on Xiao Feng's back. She quickly reached out to hug her.
"Master, put it down quickly. How can this be done?"
Xiao Feng dodged for a moment: "I'm tired from crying and fell asleep. Let's hold her down when we get into the house."
The next day, Xiao Feng didn't let Qiaoqiao go out to sell cloth. He went out with pen, ink, paper and a small table.
He set up his stall next to the fortune teller and openly grabbed business.
The old Taoist was originally full of hostility, but after seeing the sign he wrote, his hostility disappeared and he felt pity for him.
"One tael of silver at a time, how can a fortune teller be so expensive? I'm afraid this kid is crazy."
Not only the old Taoist thought so, almost everyone thought he was crazy.
Ten cents for a fortune-telling on the street is already a big price, and even the Taoist priest in Baiyun Temple only pays fifty cents for fortune-telling.
One tael of silver, that’s a thousand coins!
The key is, this guy is not even a Taoist priest! Who has ever heard that a scholar can tell fortunes?
Taking advantage of the Jiajing Taoism, there are now the most Taoist priests on the streets. Those who travel around as entertainers, those who tell fortunes, and those who conquer demons and demons all wear Taoist uniforms.
For example, the experienced fortune teller next to him looked very suspicious. His headband was not standard, and his bun seemed to be pulled up casually.
In fact, Taoist priests' certificates are very expensive, and most of these guys don't have them. However, it's not illegal to wear clothes, but you can't enjoy tax exemption.
But at least they still wear Taoist robes, and liars must also have professional ethics. Xiao Feng, wearing a scholar's robe, seems to be too unprofessional for the fortune-telling profession.
Xiao Feng is not in a hurry, he knows that no matter what dynasty, advertising effects will always be effective, and human curiosity has never changed.
Sure enough, at noon, a businessman who was obviously drunk staggered over, looked at Xiao Feng's sign and laughed, laughed and cried again.
"What the hell is fortune-telling? It's useless! I've told so many fortunes and spent so much money, but in the end, I've done nothing but lost nothing? Hahaha, fate, fate!"
The veteran was well-informed and secretly said to Xiao Feng: "Don't mess with this guy, he will destroy the sign."
Xiao Feng asked humbly: "How to say?"
The old Taoist acted like a senior: "This man's name is Zhang Tianci. He was originally the number one grain merchant in the capital, but his luck has been extremely bad in the past two years. Whatever he buys goes up, and whatever he sells goes down. He was so sick that he went to the doctor and had fortune-telling everywhere. The result was that
The more he calculates, the more he loses, and he is almost bankrupt. He smashes the pots and smashes anyone's stalls if his calculations are inaccurate. I heard that the lottery tube of Baiyunguan was trampled to pieces a few days ago, and it was even shut down by Shuntian Prefecture.
Three days.”
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up and he greeted enthusiastically: "This old man, do you want to tell your fortune?"
The old Taoist was stunned and said to himself that it is really hard for the King of Hell to save the damn ghost. It was rare for this stall to be smashed on the first day.
Zhang Tianci sat down with a sneer: "If the calculation is accurate, I will give you money, if the calculation is not accurate, the stall will be destroyed!"
Xiao Feng pointed at the signboard, and Zhang Tianci sneered: "Even if I'm going bankrupt, I still have this little money. You just have to worry about your stall being smashed!"
When they see someone around who really wants to count their fortunes for a tael of silver, they all come to watch. Showing off their wealth and taking advantage of others are always the target of being watched.
Zhang Tianci asked: "How to calculate? Drawing lots, fortune telling, touching bones or do you need birth date and horoscope?"
Xiao Feng pointed to the pen and ink: "Just write a word and tell me what you want to count."
Zhang Tianci was stunned, shook his head, and wrote the word "pan" with sarcasm.
"I miss Zhang Tianci. I have been climbing all my life, just to get ahead, but I ended up going bankrupt. It's so painful! Just forget it..."
Xiao Feng quickly reminded him: "I can only ask one thing, please think about it before asking!"
Zhang Tianci looked at Xiao Feng mockingly: "Just think about it, how many times did I have sex last night?"
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, and the people around him burst into laughter.
Damn it, who can count this thing?
But this is indeed a good way to destroy the stall, and it can be verified immediately.
If you want to ruin the fortune, you can't predict when you will die or how many children you will have in your life. The reason is very simple. After you verify the authenticity, the fortune teller will have already traveled thousands of miles away.
Therefore, it is very easy to verify how many times you had sex last night.
Xiao Feng looked at the word steadily. In his eyes, the word was shining, constantly decomposing, combining, and deforming.
Just when the onlookers and veterans secretly sighed, Zhang Tianci was gearing up to warm up for the stall...
"There are two crosses in the upper part of the character 'Pan', which is a double cross. And the double cross is between two trees. It is considered to be a wild cross in the forest twice, but this person is not your wife."
The crowd burst into an uproar, and the old man covered his face with his hands, thinking that he was seeking death. He didn't want to smash your stall, but now he has to smash it.
After waiting for a few breaths and there was no movement, everyone was surprised to find that Zhang Tianci, who was originally gearing up, was looking at Xiao Feng as if he had seen a ghost.
"Because two crosses seem to be intercourse but not intercourse, which is not the righteousness of heaven and earth, and a husband and wife are in harmony with each other, which is the avenue of heaven and earth. Therefore, two wild couples in the forest are not righteous wives."
Zhang Tianci swallowed hard: "I was a little bit wrong..."
Xiao Feng glanced at him and said to himself, "You are a tough talker, so no wonder I don't save face for you."
"The big character in the middle should be used to represent the upright wife. You and the wife should have tried it once after you returned home, but they were probably too exhausted and lacked physical strength. In the end, they used their hands..."
Zhang Tianci, a hungry tiger, pounced on the food and covered Xiao Feng's mouth.
Everyone felt very sorry for not hearing what Xiao Feng said at the end, and they also became extremely interested in Xiao Feng's word test.
Looking at Zhang Tianci’s appearance, it’s definitely not as simple as being a little bit right!
Zhang Tianci hurriedly took out a tael of silver from his pocket, stuffed it into Xiao Feng, and then couldn't wait to write again.
Xiao Feng grabbed the pen and said: "I can only count once a day, there is no point in writing anymore."
Zhang Tianci was dumbfounded: "I haven't figured out the important things yet. I have to figure out how to make a fortune in business!"
Xiao Feng said helplessly: "Then you should hurry up early tomorrow. I only count once a day. If others do it first, I won't be able to do it for you."
After speaking, Xiao Feng picked up the small table and walked away slowly.
The old Taoist opened his mouth and didn't come back to his senses until flies flew in.