Chapter 161: Worshiping the Lord, Visiting the Zoroastrian Temple
A beautiful woman helps with wine, and a red sleeve holds mourning.
It was originally a dull drinking alone, but after Si Dou He Shang finished drinking the wine, he felt happy. When he looked at Xiaoman again, his eyes showed a little more tenderness.
What about Hu Ji? Even though they are of low status and entertain people with sex, they are just one of thousands of livelihoods.
Moreover, this Tianzhu dancer Xiaoman not only has extraordinary dancing skills, but also has excellent martial arts. With her stunning appearance and various charms, it is hard not to be lovable.
Xiaoman's beautiful eyes looked around, and his smile seemed to be able to warm the ice: "Young master is indeed a great man, not inferior to me, a man from Tianzhu. But I don't know Gao's surname? Can you tell Xiaoman."
Yang Chaoxi's eyes were slightly drunk. Although he had the power of Dao Gong to relieve alcoholism, after drinking nearly six buckets of wine, the residual drunkenness still invaded his mind, making him feel like he was drunk.
Xiaoman's questions became erratic at this moment, leaving only the soft female voice echoing in his ears: The young master has a lot of names... Gao's surname...
Yang Zhaoxi slowly raised his head, his drunkenness rising, and his smile was lonely: "I... Yang Zhaoxi, Mang, Mangshan warrior... I have been a Taoist priest and learned martial arts. I thought I could be a chivalrous and righteous person... but I lost to her alone.
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Xiaoman saw that his face was slightly bitter, his speech was confused, and another man came to drink. He knew that he was a troubled young man. At this moment, he was very drunk, swaying around, and almost slipped under the table. He had to shake his head and came up to support him.
, took him back to the back room of the wine shop...
Yang Chaoxi slept drunk for a long time, and then woke up in a daze. He looked around blankly and found a small women's boudoir.
The room is filled with fragrance from all sides, which is not like the smell of burning incense, but has the effect of awakening the mind. The curtains are semi-permeable and flimsy and move with the wind, and the furnishings outside the soft couch can be vaguely seen.
He stood up in panic, touched his robe, and found that it was still neatly wrapped. Only then did he feel calmer. It seemed that he had not done anything unspeakable with a certain Hu Ji when he was drunk.
At this time, he was sober and had a dry mouth, so he was looking for tea. Yang Zhaoxi jumped off the soft couch, put on his soap boots, and looked outside the boudoir. He saw a pot of warm tea soup that had been dried on the small red sandalwood table, and next to it
There was a cup of tea on the table. He poured the teapot into the cup and drank several times. The dryness of his mouth and tongue was greatly relieved.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw some scattered silver coins lying beside the table. Under the coins was a note with clumsy handwriting, clearly not proficient in calligraphy:
Mr. Yang, Xiaoman has other things to do, so he will leave first. The money for food and drinks has been paid, totaling five taels and seven ounces of silver. The broken silver found is on the table. If Mr. Yang wakes up, he can leave on his own.
If you have free time in the day, come to the wine shop to chat.
Yang Zhaoxi smiled calmly: She is a somewhat mysterious woman, as weird as Liu Xiaomu. Even in terms of appearance, she is on par with her.
After thinking about it, he took the broken silver and went out of the back hall. There were more than three times as many drinkers in the restaurant as when he came.
Looking at the sky again, the sky is filled with red clouds, and the long evening drum has sounded several times. There are still drinkers pouring in from outside, adding a bit more excitement to the already bustling wine shop.
Yang Zhaoxi left Xiuxianfang and crossed Jianchunmen Street. He saw that the gate of Nanshifang was half covered. He quickly walked a few steps and returned to the courtyard where the Beggar Gang was before Nanshi closed.
Early the next morning, outside the Wutou Gate of Cui Mansion in Luxinfang, a beggar with a face covered in dirt and ragged clothes sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a broken alms bowl in his hand, as if he was begging for food.
The gatekeeper, Qian Er, had already gotten up, opened the gate, and took out two beautiful Dawan horses, which were tied to the carved stone pillars in front of the gate. When he turned around, he saw a beggar sitting majestically not far from the gate.
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Qian Er couldn't help but feel angry and scolded: "Where is this beggar from? Don't you see whose house this is? Get out of here! Don't taint the family status of my Cui family."
The beggar was so frightened that he quickly got up, threw away the remaining bowl, turned around and ran away.
Qian Er was still angry, so he stepped forward and kicked the remaining bowl away. It hit the wall across the street in the square and broke into several pieces. After doing this, he returned to the house with satisfaction.
After a while, he commanded several servants to pull out the carriage, hook up the shaft and the horse body, and waited for Cui Da, the butler, to come over and inspect it. However, when he turned around, the beggar ran away again without knowing it.
When he came back, he sat down not far from the door, holding a few remaining bowls with a mournful face.
Qian Er was furious and rushed forward and cursed: "Things like pigs and dogs! Are you coming back to ask for a beating? If Master Qian doesn't show off his power, do you think I am a Bodhisattva made of clay!" After that, he stepped away.
At this time, someone caught him from rushing forward, but his kick missed. Qian Er looked back and saw that it was Cui Da. His eyes were heavy and he said: "The master of the house is about to go out, so don't cause trouble."
After Cui Da finished speaking, he took out a few big coins, threw them to the beggar who was frightened to the ground, and said kindly: "If you are hungry, just take it and buy some food!"
The beggar did not rush to pick up the money, but suddenly pulled off the worn-out soft-legged headdress, revealing the bare scabies: "This great good man, I am a junior fellow apprentice of the monk. I found out that he was working as a staff member in your mansion, so I
I traveled hundreds of miles to meet him. Please tell me, a kind person!"
After the beggar finished speaking, he performed a namaste in a polite manner.
Cui Dayi returned the gift with his hand in hand: "It's easy to talk about this. Zen Master will wait here for a moment. I will send someone to invite Zen Master Bujing."
After a few breaths, the fat-headed and big-eared Zen Master Bujing, wearing a huge monk's robe, walked up to the beggar with his head held high and said: "Amitabha! Monks don't lie. The poor monk is a wandering monk who has never been in any temple.
No Junior Brother, Master, I don’t know why this donor is pretending to be?”
The beggar's lie was exposed, but he grinned: "Hahaha! In order to meet the Zen master, I made a little plan, so please don't take it off. Someone asked me to bring a message and make an appointment with the Zen master outside the Xiuxianfang Zoroastrian Temple at three o'clock tomorrow morning."
After the beggar finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the big money thrown by Cui Da, wiped it, put it in his arms, and went away happily.
Without realizing it, the Zen master turned around and returned to Cui Mansion with a smile on his face, leaving only Cui Da and Qian who were confused: a monk and a beggar, talking without any beginning or end, which is really strange!
At nine o'clock the next day, in front of a strange courtyard with square and circular shapes in Xiuxianfang, the Zen master stood quietly under a tree, calm and relaxed. His eyes were slightly opened, his thick lips were parted, and a vague sound of chanting came from his mouth. Every time he chanted
After going through it once, roll the catalpa rosary beads in your hand to count.
Not long after, a young man in brown robes and linen, stepping on two straw sandals, slowly walked up to the monk and said, "Didn't the Zen master only meditate and not recite sutras? Why did you recite the 'Rebirth Mantra' out of the norm today?"
The Zen master did not answer immediately, but finished reciting the "Rebirth Mantra" in his mouth, then raised his head and said with a smile: "A few days ago, I visited Guangli Fang at night with Donor Yang, and there were many killings. I feel that the killings are more serious.
, so I want to recite the 'Rebirth Mantra' a thousand times to save those who lost their lives at my hands."
The person who came was Yang Chaoxi. Yesterday he asked a beggar to go to the Cui Mansion to bring a message. At this time, he was dressed in rough ordinary clothes, so as to hide from others. He said: "I heard that Yuan Jineng has returned to the house, and Yuan Zai knows the inside story.
Later, we did not delve into the matter. Therefore, the Zen master still stayed in Cui's residence these days and did not come out for temporary refuge."
Unexpectedly, the Zen master clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant before saying: "Donor Yang is well-informed. That Yuan Ji was able to do whatever he wanted, and now Yuan Zai is confining him to Chang'an to reflect on his past. It seems that the Yuan Mansion also sent people to send gold, silver, cloth and silk to the head of the family.
I want to appease and win over."
"I just don't know if the head of the family has sent someone to look for me in the past few days?" Yang Zhaoxi hesitated for a moment, then asked the question that concerned him most.
"No. The head of the family has been in contact with Henan Yin Duo these days. He is busy with official duties, so he probably has not thought about recalling you. However, it is imperative to join Zoroastrianism. Donor Yang asked the poor monk to come out today. Is that for this purpose?
"Bu Jing Zen Master replied slowly.
The incident of Cui Wan entering my guest room that day was caught by Wang Chuo, and the whole house would surely be aware of it. How could it be revealed so calmly? There must be something fishy in it.
Although Yang Zhaoxi had doubts in her heart, she did not dare to run back to seek confirmation, so she wanted to find out some inside information without going through the Zen master: "Of course I want to join Zoroastrianism. In addition, I have an old relationship with the sixth lady in Fuzhong, and we had an affair a few days ago.
Misunderstanding, I wonder how she is doing now? What are the people in the house talking about?"
Unexpectedly, the Zen master showed a clear smile: "Donor Yang, you are overly concerned! Miss Six is fine. The head of the family has known about this for a long time, and you don't seem to be an impatient and reckless person. After asking Miss Six, I know that Wang Chuo
What he said was all jealousy and exaggeration, so he didn’t accept it.” The Zen master said, then shook his head and sighed, “Besides, donor Yang was born in a poor family, and he has not yet entered the eyes of the family master.”
This last sentence is really heart-breaking. However, monks do not lie. Monks tell the truth, so what bad intentions can they have?
Yang Chaoxi was both happy and a little disappointed in her heart: she was lucky that Cui Luo, the head of the Cui family, did not have the idea of making him a "eunuch"; but she was disappointed that from beginning to end, Cui Luo did not take him seriously at all.
Even if he and Cui Wan have a history, so what? There are roads for cars and roads for horses. Cui Wan's final destination is naturally the fate of her parents and the words of the matchmaker, marrying into a wealthy family with the right family.
The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, Yang Chaoxi remained silent, but the Zen master looked kindly.
Origination and destruction, separation and separation, joys and sorrows, are all cycles of cause and effect: if lovelessness arises, there will be no disillusionment, and if there is no joyful gathering, there will naturally be no sad separation. These worldly sentiments have long been discovered without a Zen master spending half his life.
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Suddenly, Yang Zhaoxi took a deep breath, suppressed all his worries, and said as calmly as possible: "Without Zen Master, the main entrance of the Zoroastrian Temple is in front, let's go in together!"
"Amitabha!" The monk simply said these four words, but they contained all the relief, relief, and indifference... It all made Yang Chaoxi's heart feel lighter, and he actually felt a sense of relief.
The two walked forward for dozens of steps, and a semicircular arch made of gravel and plaster came into view. The arch faced west, was nearly two feet high, and had wide eaves. On both sides of the arch were courtyard walls, also made of gravel and plaster.
It is made of stucco and can be more than ten feet high. The arches and stone walls are all plain, white with grey.
Being accustomed to brick and wood houses with double eaves and stacked columns, they suddenly discovered that there was such a completely different building in Luoyang City. Yang Zhaoxi and Zen Master Bujing looked at each other and couldn't help but marvel.
Yang Zhaoxi stepped forward and knocked on the heavy wooden door.