Volume Five [The Five Generations Are All Tigers in the Same House] NO.3 Trouble is Coming
[Third update! Urban myth group: 108528921]
On the last day of the holiday, since there were no classes tomorrow morning, Zhang Bi decided to leave tomorrow morning. After discussing the specific situation with Huang Dong in the past two days, fellow Taoist Xuan Qing said that the Buddhist dojo was all-inclusive at a discounted price of 50,000.
Seven-day rituals are generally cheaper for Taoist priests at two thousand per person per day.
Huang Dong is relatively famous. He won't come if he doesn't have five thousand a day.
However, he has a good relationship with Zhang Bi, so the head count is small. Basically, he may have to put in a few thousand. Because it is a water and land dojo, there are actually a lot of people to invite, including flag bearers, flag bearers, and villains.
Zama, Jiading, Linglingzongzong, if it is a large one, there will be at least 80 people. If the average person is one thousand, it will be 80,000 in one day, and 560,000 in seven days.
This is not something that ordinary people can afford, but there are many small and wealthy families in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Those with the same surname and the same clan would pay homage to their ancestors, and most of them would ask monks and Taoists to build a dojo for two or three hundred thousand yuan, which is very respectable.
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This is a bit like when some bosses die and their parents are buried in a grand ceremony. This is done for others to see. Whether they were good to their parents when they were alive is actually a matter of two opinions. Outsiders don't know anyway.
A grand funeral means spending money to give yourself a good reputation. At least it will have a good reputation, which will inevitably create some influence. At least if some people pass by and see it, they will always ask: Whose funeral is this? It’s such a grand ceremony.
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Then others gossiped and replied: You don’t know this? This is the president of a certain company...
This slips away and becomes invisible advertising in the local area.
Of course, the most important thing is that rituals can drive away evil spirits and calm luck.
Although I am not sure about this mysterious and mysterious thing, I would rather believe that it exists or not.
Both Taoist priests and monks are invited. Huang Dong is definitely on the same level as Yang Jinbiao in this regard. There are twenty or thirty brothers from Mahayana Temple. There are also five or six monks who are serious about eating fast and chanting Buddha. The rest
Even if you are just making up the numbers, you can still recite a section of the Tripitaka, and there is absolutely no problem in fooling the common people.
Taoist friend Xuan Qing eats both Buddhism and Taoism. He is a great monk and Taoist priest. He is holding a book in his hand and reading it carefully. Others only think that this person is really a spiritual and metaphysical Zen Taoist. He is a virtuous eminent monk who has achieved Taoism.
The master.
But if you really look at what's inside, you'll definitely be vomiting three liters of blood and cursing people's minds.
The cover is indeed Baopuzi, and the first sentence of the text inside is: There is a female name in Japan whose surname is Aoi, and her English name is aoi-sora...
"What kind of airplane are you doing! Holding something like this all day long!"
Zhang Bi slapped him on the head, "Look at the crowd, be careful of the impact."
Huang Dong curled his lips and continued to read while interjecting. He rolled his eyes and said, "Why do others say it's none of my business? I see what they say about me, and what they say about theirs has nothing to do with it."
Zhang Ben's mouth twitched: "You are quite awesome."
"That is required."
Fellow Taoist Xuan Qing looked at him with squinted eyes: "I have been immersed in this Tao for many years. It is better not to quit now than to quit. As the saying goes, color is emptiness and emptiness is color..."
"Are you a monk or a Taoist priest?"
"When others want to be a monk, I will be a monk. When others want to be a Taoist priest, I will be a Taoist priest." Huang Dong smiled, unusually bachelor.
"Do you care about other people's opinions now?" Zhang Bi couldn't help asking him funny.
"I read pornographic books, and other people have opinions about me. This is just a matter of getting along with each other. Whether I am a Taoist priest or a monk, this is related to my livelihood. I eat, play cards, pick up girls, and live in the house, all with this group of parents who live in food and clothing.
There is a huge connection. This is a matter of supply and demand and cannot be confused."
After that, he closed the yellow book with the Baopuzi cover with both hands, and said with sacred eyes: "Let's just look at this for today. We will continue to study tomorrow. I will review the scriptures first."
Then he pulled out a copy of the Three-Guan Beidou Sutra from under his buttocks and started reading it seriously.
Two young Taoist priests passed by carrying incense burners and asked happily: "Fellow Taoist Xuanqing, you are so diligent and still studying the scriptures."
"Ah, as the saying goes, learn as you grow old."
This guy is obviously only twenty-two years old, but he insists on pretending to be eighty-two.
The two little Taoist priests laughed and went about their own business.
A lot of ritual props were unloaded from the truck, and a minibus came from behind. Twenty or thirty monks got out, all dressed in yellow robes, white socks, and black shoes. They had a few dots on their bald heads. They were all white, fat, and white.
It looks like a skinned pig, and looks like the Maitreya in the temple.
Empty diesel barrels have been put down in the river, and piles have been set up around them to prevent the barrels from floating away.
The wooden boards brought by Huang Dong were laid on it. It was obvious that he had done this kind of thing often and was very skilled.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Pay attention!"
This boy was just covering his buttocks, but when he saw a few boys playing and laughing in the river, he immediately stood up and started cursing and talking wildly.
At this time, Zhang Sanxian came over. He quickly took Baopuzi into his arms, then held the Sanguan Beidou Jing in his hands, and bowed honestly and saluted: "Hello, Grandpa San."
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Come in and sit for a while. It's not suitable to be outside in the cold wind."
Zhang Sanxian also knew about Huang Dong. When Zhang Bi rescued him from a few brats, he gained a strange and strange way. Unexpectedly, he would actually use it today.
"Hey, it's just right, let's go get some boiled water." He was very open-minded and walked towards the house calmly. The old man laughed, pointed at his back and said, "This kid is quite famous and energetic."
A refreshing person is one who has a good temper.
Today is actually just setting up the shelf, and the labor still has to be calculated. Then the time for renting the shelf is calculated on a daily basis, and there are also the traveling expenses of the Taoist monks. All in all, it is quite a big expense.
Besides, except for the five or six vegetarian monks, the rest of the monks and Taoists all eat meat. There will be no feast without meat dishes, and there will be everything from pigs, cows, chickens and ducks.
There were dozens of chopped cabbages, and handfuls of dried fruits, which the bald monks packed into their cassocks without any scruples.
I bought a 30-pound watermelon from a greenhouse farm and used it for the gods. They cut it up and ate it without fear of diarrhea!
However, every household was busy. There were forty-five tables set up and countless benches, not to mention the chopsticks, bowls and basins. They were all white porcelain blue and white bowls with no chips or cracks.
Tie them up with red ropes, carry them over and arrange them in rows, which is quite spectacular.
The opera troupe are all from Suzhou and are going to sing Kun Opera. Tonight to add to the fun, they will sing "Phoenix Mountain·Hundred Flowers Give Swords". Tomorrow it will be Peony Pavilion. The day after tomorrow it will be Xijiang Moon.
Then the water and land dojo begins.
In the north, dojos are opened first and then operas are performed. In the south of the Yangtze River, it is random. The reason is actually a climate problem. In the summer in the south of the Yangtze River, there are so many mosquitoes at night that it is unbearable, and it is extremely hot and muggy, which is even more uncomfortable. In winter, because of the heavy water vapor,
It was also unbearably cold.
So I usually end the opera as early as possible. It’s not too cold now, but it’s just cold at night. If it’s really in the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the water vapor is in the air, you can’t even feel your nose. If you stand still
, you will even doubt whether your own feet are there.
This is where the cold weather in the South breaks down.
Because everyone was busy working, some people who were idle set up a stage to fight the landlords. When the five-yuan small landlords fought, there were many people around.
Regardless of the fact that some card players may have millions of dollars, if they were a small landowner playing for five yuan, they would be jabbering to death and wishing they could start a fight.
However, the Zhang family does not engage in cheating. To put it simply, they do not engage in wild gambling and high-end gambling. Small gambling is fun and there is a lottery, that is fine.
In Zhang Yaozu's generation, there was an old long-term worker whose son went out for bad gambling. When the old long-term worker found out about it, he asked the Zhang family members around him to hold him down and beat one of his hands to be disabled. The howling sound was even more terrifying than a slaughtered pig.
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Zhang Bi was forcibly pulled over by Zhang Yaozu to watch the battle. When the boys from all the families saw this battle, no one would have any thoughts of gambling. When he thought of it, he shuddered. Even Zhang Bi recalled that scene. The children of the Zhang family
He held me down, kissed me, and broke his son's hand bones with a stick. That would be really cruel to death.
Several old workers were chatting there. There were pistachios, peanuts and melon seeds on the table. Zhang Bi grabbed a handful and kneaded them in his hand. Next to him, Yuyi was peeling pistachios and eating them happily. This was the first time she saw a Chinese.
The traditional big family was mobilized, and it turned out to be so lively.
It was crowded and noisy, just like a New Year.
This kind of liveliness may be comparable to summer festivals in Japan, but even if there are more people in Japan, the level of liveliness is not as high. To put it bluntly, they are restrained and cannot let go.
The old man called Zhang Bi, then pulled him into a small room aside and suddenly said: "Your elder brother just called back and said that your father suddenly disappeared alone and didn't know where he went. He also took this guy, Xiao Ben, with him.
Do you think it was your father who discovered Yang Jinbiao and killed him single-handedly?"
"It's possible." Zhang Bi nodded, "In my opinion, my father may have killed him, and Yang Jinbiao is doomed. I just don't know how he can escape."
Both the grandfather and grandson frowned. Although the old man hated his heartless son, he had to admit that although Zhang Yaozu was a piece of shit, he was still very decisive in doing things and never acted sloppily.
While I was thinking about it, suddenly the phone in the room rang.
The old man picked up and said, "Hey, who is it?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and the old man frowned: "Hey! Talk!"
"Zhang Yaozu!" The old man suddenly reacted, "You are a thief whose conscience has been eaten by a dog. You are a son of a bitch and you still know how to call home. You..."
"Hey, Dad, I'm relieved to know that you're not dead. I just called to see if you were dead, so I hung up!"
There was a click, and the old man became furious. He punched the phone and smashed it to pieces, and cursed: "This stinking son of a bitch!"
Zhang Bi stood there in astonishment: "Grandpa, it's not good for you to curse like this..."
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your grandma will crawl out of the coffin and seek death and a living for me? Damn it, this little beast is born in a bad way. If I had known that such a thing was born, I should have strangled it to death!"
He was gnashing his teeth as he scolded, and Zhang Bi couldn't help but interrupt. He just said in his heart: You scolded me so well, but you scolded me too.
The old man put his hands on his hips and was so angry that he and Zhang Yaozu would just yell at each other when they met. The old man would hit him when he couldn't scold him any more. Ever since he was a child, Zhang Yaozu would stand with his neck stiffened and let me hit him, and he would never cry or scream.
I gritted my teeth and endured it, and it seemed like I had been doing this for decades.
"This thief! If he dares to come back, I'll break his legs!"
You was so angry that he kicked the table next to him with a bang, and the table legs broke immediately.
The old guy clasped his hands behind his back, walked out quickly, picked up the dry tobacco bag and stuffed it into the pot, and smoked heavily there by the candle fire. This is how he behaves when he is angry.
When I was still angry, a Mitsubishi Pajero with a strange license plate was parked outside the venue. Several energetic young people got out. One of them was still holding the steering wheel while the other three were walking towards this direction.
, not paying any attention to the curious eyes of the people around him.
One of the handsome young men in a neat suit came over and asked Zhang Sanxian: "Are you Zhang Sanxian?"
The old man glanced at him and took a puff of his cigarette: "If you know, still ask!"
"Come with us!"
"Don't go!"
The old man remained unmoved and continued to smoke, completely ignoring the change in the young man's face. The two people next to him were also a little unhappy, but their tone was better: "Old comrade, please cooperate with us."
With that said, he took out his ID and took a look at Zhang Sanxian.
The old man nodded: "Yes, yes. It's from the Yamen, but I still won't go. If you want to ask questions, just ask them here. Do you think I can go away? There are a hundred people older here. The master is gone, forget it.
What's the matter?"
He acted carelessly and rogue, but the young man had a bad temper and shouted sternly: "Please pay attention to your words, we are performing official duties, please don't joke with us!"
"If you talk to my grandpa in this tone again, believe it or not, I will kill you right now!"
Zhang Ben suddenly jumped out and stood in front of him, roaring angrily.
The three people were startled. Just as the young man was about to go crazy, Zhang Bi suddenly stepped on the ground with a click, and the cement ground shattered into rubbish.
The young man's face turned blue and white, and he was obviously angry. This feeling of losing face was something that the young man couldn't bear the most. However, the two people next to him could talk and said quickly: "It's nothing big. You can ask at home.
Can we find a secluded place and ask alone?"
This was already the tone of discussion, and it can be said that he gave in at that time.
The young man's lips moved but he did not refute. He was not blind. The moment he raised his voice, at least the twenty or thirty men closest to him stood up at the same time, their eyes fierce and terrifying.
"Go in and talk."
The old man stood up, looked at the young man with contempt, and walked inside.