Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

Qingyun Temple is originally a small temple, and it once had its heyday, with as many as two people in the temple!

It is conceivable that there is no incense in this kind of place, and no one comes to visit. If Zhang Xuansheng hadn't lit a fire for cooking and smoked cooking every day, others would have thought it was an empty Taoist temple.

In the past, when the master was around, he would treat the villagers at the foot of the mountain with some unskilled medical skills, and collect some rice to survive. When Zhang Xuansheng came here, he would know nothing.

At this time, he was holding a Taoist scripture to read, not because he was diligent and studious, but in this kind of valley, there was no one else, if you don't find something to do, you will go crazy.

It's strange to say that this scripture is clearly in ancient times, and he has only been taught the language by his master for several months, and he can't even recognize the characters, but when he reads the scriptures, he can somehow understand the true meaning. Even if he doesn't know most of a certain word, he can understand it.

It's so strange.

"Snapped"

After watching for a while, seeing that the sun was about to set and the light was not good, Zhang Xuansheng casually threw the Taoist scriptures onto a small stone platform beside him.

Get up and go back to the Taoist temple, come to the enshrinement place, pull a futon and kneel down.

"Master, it's not that the disciple is unfilial, but this life is really hard to live on. The disciple doesn't have your artistic skills, and there is no incense money in Guannei. If the disciple doesn't go down the mountain to wander, I'm afraid he will starve to death."

It was quiet in the Taoist temple, and of course no one would respond to him. If there was, Henry Zhang would probably jump up in fright.

"I read that there is a saying in an ancient book that is very good, people-oriented, and the inheritance of our Qingyun Temple is not broken, oh no, this Taoist temple with a long history lies in our inheritance of Taoism, right, then I as If the last generation of disciples are starved to death, then the inheritance will be truly broken."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the memorial tablet, slapped his head to remember, opened the drawer, rummaged through it, and finally found a few incense sticks that were still intact. He said they were complete, but there were still some sticks. Breaking, resulting in the length of the three incense sticks growing in steps.

Holding it in his hand, Henry Zhang nodded with satisfaction, and muttered: "This is a good sign, it means that we will be promoted step by step!"

He lit the incense, put it in the incense burner, and bowed to the master's tablet.

"Well, master, if you don't say anything, I will accept it. Your old man is a spirit in the sky. Bless me when I go down the mountain."

Henry Zhang’s voice paused, and he suddenly realized that he hadn’t thought about what to do after going down the mountain.

Holding the lower handle with one hand, I fell into deep thought, what would I do?

Before going up the mountain, he was a top-notch beggar, but now that he is away from the local forces, most of the bullies in other places will not accept him. He was taught to read and write by his master, but he is only half-hearted. easy to do.

Go to the dock as a worker unloading goods?

Henry Zhang rolled up his sleeves. He has been malnourished for a long time, and he doesn’t look too strong. Let him do this kind of physical work.

Go to a restaurant to find a job?Be a sophomore?

It doesn't seem to work, I heard that the restaurants in the city are now very demanding, and those juniors are all educated, but the "intellectuals" are very slippery.

Wash the dishes and bowls?

Henry Zhang now has few bowls left to eat, and he broke them when he washed them. He felt that his hands seemed a little stupid.

What can I do?Is it possible that I will still be starved to death after going down the mountain?

Henry Zhang was pacing in the house, and suddenly passed by the place where he washed, well, no one came anyway, he made the dining table and washstand as spacious as the main hall.

He saw his face in the most valuable bronze mirror in the Taoist temple, um, he is handsome, handsome, and a first-class handsome man, that is, he will stain his face when begging, otherwise he would have been caught.

Suddenly an idea came to his mind.

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After Henry Zhang had that thought, he immediately suppressed it.

A manly man, a man of seven feet, how could he have such an idea?

He shook his head, gave up the shameful thought, then walked to the clay pot, preparing tonight's dinner and found that there were only nine grains of rice left in the pot, the worst kind of old rice, the skin hadn't been removed clean.

Zhang Xuansheng looked upright, took three steps and two steps and knelt down in front of the futon, "Master, you don't mind if I go down the mountain to eat soft rice?"

As he said that, he reached out and grabbed the small rope tied to the tablet of the master, and pulled it lightly twice, the tablet shook, as if he was nodding his head.

Zhang Xuansheng was overjoyed, and said with a very embarrassed look: "Think carefully, master, you once said that 360 lines, the number one in every line, no distinction between high and low careers, no matter which way you are, as long as you can earn a living If you don't die, then you won't be stunned."

The master's tablet shook twice again.

Henry Zhang nodded with a righteous look on his face: "Well, since you have said so, master, you can't starve yourself to death as an apprentice, so as to cut off the inheritance of our Qingyun Temple. First of all, disciple, this is also for our inheritance!"

With that said, he got up and ran to pack his luggage in a hurry.

Wherever he passed, he took down everything he saw that might be worth some money, and the bronze mirror for washing was the most important thing.

The quilts seem to be a little rotten, and most likely no one wants them.

The iron pot has more than half of the gap, but it should be sold as scrap iron for some copper plates.

The ax for chopping wood is a good thing, so bring it with you.

What else?He scanned the interior and found that the things that can be used in life are all broken things, most of which cannot be sold for money.

Gradually, his eyes stopped on the Taoist platform. The Taoist statues were all carved in stone and were worthless, but the incense burner used for worship seemed to be a few years old, maybe it was still an antique.

Well, I did this to prevent being stolen by thieves after I left. Thinking about it carefully, it would be better for my disciples than being touched by thieves.

I believe the patriarchs will not blame me when they know about it.

After putting away the incense burner, he turned it around again, and suddenly had an idea, and looked at the tablet of the master. The words engraved on it were all golden lacquer!

Don’t get me wrong, Qingyun Temple does not have such strong financial resources, and the master made his own tablet before his death. The gold paint on the tablet was scraped from the tablets of the previous generation of ancestors, so that Zhang Xuansheng now looks at those other tablets. , are all dark, and the words cannot be read clearly.

Henry Zhang walked up to the master's tablet, looked at the golden lacquer that was shining even in a dim environment, stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the master's tablet, but finally stopped.

"This is too disrespectful."

He muttered to himself.

After turning around and taking two steps, he turned around suddenly, grabbed the tablet of the master, and put it in his luggage: "You can't be stolen by thieves, this disciple is guarding the family business!"

He glanced at the tablet lying in the bag and said: "Master, you don't blame Tuer, Tuer really misses you, and I hope to be with you when I can walk down the mountain, no! It's Tuer who wants to be with you." By the master's side, let the disciples have a filial piety."

At the same time, if the apprentice really can't afford to eat, then master, you can't watch me starve to death, can you?

After packing up his luggage, Henry Zhang went to bed early and prepared to leave early the next morning.

"what!?"

Henry Zhang was furious, and said: "Look carefully, this is an incense burner from the Chengwu period. It is an old antique and has been enshrined for many years. How can it be worth a hundred!?"

However, the pawnbroker in front of him looked at the incense burner with a look of disgust, and said, "It's still in the military years? It's just this broken incense burner, with a lot of gaps. It's too scary to be used as a chamber pot. It's not bad to give you a hundred."

"What about this one? This one is made of pure copper, so why is it worth three hundred?"

Henry Zhang pointed to the bronze mirror.

The guy smiled disdainfully, took a blade, and scratched lightly beside the bronze mirror, revealing the thing underneath, which was wood.

"You still want to lie to me, and you don't go out to inquire about it. My Wang Xiaoer's golden pupil, but you can get it? You can know the weight of the mattress, boy, I'm afraid you are crazy about money."

Henry Zhang was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the bronze mirror that the master had always treasured was actually a junk.

Walking out of the pawn shop with disappointment, Henry Zhang felt that the future was bleak.

Forget it, let’s forget about it, let’s get a portion of plain noodles for five cents first, I’ve been craving it for a long time.

Sitting at the booth, Henry Zhang slurped the steaming noodles contentedly, and suddenly saw the crowds on the street parting, and a huge monster passing through the market in the distance.

Many people are pointing, or sighing or admiring.

Henry Zhang also got up curiously, and looked over there, this look almost blinded his eyes.

What the hell!

So much gold!

Forty or fifty strong men, wearing monk clothes, were piously pushing the huge and heavy roller board at this time, and on it was a big Buddha nearly five meters high. Judging by the way those people were struggling, it was probably made of pure gold!

Zhang Xuansheng got up excitedly, and patted his package, which means, take a look, master, the monks are also rich!

The Taoist priests are too poor to afford food, and the Buddhist disciples wear gold and silver, and their incense is flourishing. This is the current situation in Yangguo.

Henry Zhang doubted whether these monks were also delicacies in private, and this pure gold Buddha is outrageous!

In fact, this is not only the case in Yangguo. There are many countries in this world, but they all seem to believe in Buddhism. Even among the legendary immortals, Buddhism is at the top.

It is said that the power of faith of all living beings gathered together, and an ancient Buddha was condensed in this world, with earth-shattering power, protecting all living beings in the world, and guarding the cycle of karma. Regardless of the power of immortality, Buddhism, or Taoism, they must bow their heads in front of that ancient Buddha.

Uh, this is also what Xuansheng Zhang read from the storybook, but the storyteller also said the same.

But these are not important, what is important is that he is so sour!

The white noodles in the bowl are not fragrant.

Hmph, I will work hard, and one day I will also eat noodles with eggs!

Proudness arose in Zhang Xuansheng's heart, and he planned to go to Qunying Pavilion to apply for the job in the afternoon!

Qunying Pavilion, as the name suggests, is a place for many handsome men.

Because of the existence of immortals and Buddhas in this world, the folk atmosphere is quite open, at least men and women are considered equal.

Men go to places for entertainment and recreation, and women naturally have them too.

Qunying Pavilion is such a good place, and it is also a high-end route. It is a show without selling itself. I heard that just to accompany the wine and say something nice, the money will come in a lot of money.

If you can meet the eldest lady of a family, maybe they will take you home. It seems that it is not right to fly to a branch and become a phoenix, but the meaning is similar.

I, Zhang Xuansheng, am the man who wants to become the King of Ruanfan!

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The business of Qunying Pavilion has been very good recently, mainly because it has a new top card.

I have to say that the people of Yangguo are very avant-garde and know how to role-play and provide special services.

The boss of Qunying Pavilion was shocked when he saw Zhang Xuansheng, not because of Zhang Xuansheng's handsome face, but because he found that Zhang Xuansheng looked a lot like a certain "person".

Zhang Xuansheng was also stunned when he was told, no wonder he felt a little strangely familiar with the big Buddhas carried by those monks on the street before, the face of the big Buddha was indeed [-]% similar to him.

Although Zhang Xuansheng resisted very much afterwards, in order to eat, the boss sent someone to shave his head bald

They also wore cassocks that looked like monk’s robes. Of course they could get real monk’s robes from Qunying Pavilion, but now that Buddhism is so powerful, they must know how to avoid suspicion. Work, shaving his head is just his personal hobby.

As a result, business was unexpectedly good.

He was originally a handsome young man, but now that he is dressed like this, the eyebrows are still very similar, which undoubtedly hits a certain point of many female guests.

Henry Zhang finished drinking with him, and went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze. He is living a very comfortable life now, with wine and meat, and a lot of money.

He even started to think about returning to vulgarity, oh no, he became a good man.

He didn't come to Qunying Pavilion to sign a contract of sale, so it's okay to leave if he wants to, but he's just wondering how much money he can save for the rest of his life to live and die.

Alas, storytellers are liars.

It's like saying that all the people who go to the brothel are handsome and handsome wits. The oiran and the wit met Wei Mo. The wit went all the way to the top of high school, and when he finally became famous, he helped the beautiful woman redeem her life. What a ghost!

In fact, the people who go to the brothel are all uncles with potbellies, and the talented people who can win the top prize are just looking for sex. After high school, they were arrested after high school. Remember you playboy?

The Qunying Pavilion is the same, there are "chivalrous women" in the Jianghu who come here, there are also ladies from landlord families, and there are some rich widows, but most of them are not very good-looking.

Henry Zhang is now able to eat soft rice, but he has not found an iron rice bowl that can last him a lifetime.

He doesn't need to redeem himself, but he hopes that he won't be scared when he wakes up in the middle of the night

While sighing and pitying himself, Zhang Xuansheng suddenly heard the sound of footsteps downstairs and the shout of the manager in the lobby.

Before he could react, the room Xuansheng was in was pushed away, a large number of monks poured in, and the once arrogant lobby manager was thrown aside like a dead dog.

The headed monk is really vicious, ah no, King Kong is glaring.

Henry Zhang was stunned on the spot, and quickly waved: "Calm down, everyone, sit down and talk slowly if you have anything to do."

The monk looked at Zhang Xuansheng from top to bottom, his eyes were fiery, which made Xuansheng wonder if he had any special hobbies, so he couldn't help but took two steps back.

"You are Zhang Xuansheng?"

The monk asked with certainty.

Henry Zhang shook his head again and again, and said, "Master, you have misunderstood the person. My name is Zhang Qingyun."

"Then how are you dressed?"

The monk looked at Zhang Xuansheng in his cassock and his shiny bald head.

Henry Zhang shook his head calmly, "Master, I am actually a member of the Taoist sect. This is a Taoist robe, but it was torn like this by guests during the day."

Then he touched his bald head and said: "Master, you don't know. I have been terminally ill since I was a child. Master used medicine to treat me, but my hair fell out. I am definitely not imitating the masters."