"Why did the master say this?" Li Moyang asked in shock.

"Buddha said you can't say it, you can't say it! Haha!"

"Okay then, how to crack it? Can you give me some clear instructions?" Hu Shengsong couldn't hold back his anger, he was too evil today.

The fat monk smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, stopped holding the rosary in his hand, and made a gesture of counting money with his fingers.

Li Moyang smiled, in today's society, even monks pursue chicken's farts, it's all the money that's to blame.

"If we are given a suitable way out, we will definitely reward you generously!" Li Moyang said, giving Hu Shengsong a look that was calm!

The fat monk smiled and said nothing, and his hand movements of turning the rosary beads were even more exaggerated.

Li Moyang burst into laughter, and he was also stunned. What could he do if he gave him money? Just buy him a piece of music. Whether it is a real monk or a fake monk, what else in this world is true and what is false?

He took out five red tickets and handed them to the fat monk. The fat monk grabbed them and took out a money detector from his pocket. He looked at them over and over for a long time and looked at the sun for a long time. He was so angry that he almost beat the fat monk.

Until he was sure that the five red tickets were real ones, the fat monk carefully put them into the secret pocket in his arms.

He clasped his hands together and said quietly: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. Illegitimate wealth will bring trouble to you. Why don't this little brother become a charitable person and spread the ill-gotten wealth into a way to accumulate virtue and do good deeds?"

, in the future, every bad thing will naturally turn into good fortune, and your merits will be immeasurable."!

Li Moyang nodded. Regardless of whether the monk was true or false, what he said was still very reasonable. His worries for many days slowly disappeared, because he still had the 20 million he got from the casino and was worried about it.

Local tweed.

Li Moyang thought for a while, then saw that the fat monk was eager to find someone to fool him and asked: "Master, does using this money to help friends count as doing good deeds?"

The fat monk thought to himself: Let's be friends with the wealthy people, but he said: "As long as you are helping others, you don't need to distinguish whether you are a relative or a friend, and you don't want anything in return!"

"Thank you, Master, for your advice!" Li Moyang also clasped his hands together.

"Haha, helping others is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'll go!" The fat monk left in a hurry.

Hu Shengsong was anxious: "Holy crap, running so fast is probably a fake monk. He is afraid that we will regret it."

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, what's important is that I already understand how to spend the money!" Li Moyang's eyes gradually became clear, and he had an idea in his mind.

"Then I'm also your friend. I'll give you the money, and you give the money to me. That's it, get the best of both worlds! Hehe." Hu Shengsong looked at Li Moyang pitifully.

"Tch, look at your potential. Let's go. Now that you're here, let's go in and take a look. I haven't been here for many years." Li Moyang strolled to the window to buy tickets. It was so expensive! With a ticket of more than 100 yuan, the two of them entered the Taoist temple.

Hu Shengsong invited a long incense stick, held it between his thumb and forefinger, closed the remaining three fingers, raised the incense stick to his eyebrows with both hands, and prayed silently.

Li Moyang didn't offer incense, but he couldn't help but disturb the solemn atmosphere in the hall. He walked around the hall and looked around quietly.

There are two ancient and tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the main entrance of Sanguan Hall. They were planted by Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty when he ordered the Taoist priest Liu Ruozhuo to build a Taoist temple and the Taiqing Palace. They are more than 1,000 years old.

There are two winter-resistant red and white trees in front of Sanguan Hall. The winter-resistant tree on the right is nearly 7 meters tall and nearly 60 centimeters thick. It is more than 600 years old and has a flowering period of up to half a year. It is in full swing and is a brilliant red. It is a wonder. Legend has it that it was born in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Sanfeng, a Taoist priest from Laoshan, transplanted it from Changmen Rock Island.

The camellia tree on the left has double-petaled white flowers and is more than 400 years old. During the flowering season, it and Jiangxue, one red and one white, complement each other and compete for beauty. It is really a wonder of the Taiqing Palace in the mid-winter season.

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After the Qing Dynasty writer Pu Songling came to the Taiqing Palace, he saw this winter-resistant flower that was as red as fire, warm and solemn. There happened to be a white peony in the Shangqing Palace with huge and brilliant flowers. After his imagination, the two flowers became

For women who are loyal to love and friendship: Jiangxue and Xiangyu.

This tree is the incarnation of "Jiangxue" in the "Fragrant Jade Chapter" of Mr. Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". "Jiangxue" means red snow. As "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" spreads around the world, this tree

The popularity of camellia is also getting higher and higher.

These scenery are very familiar to Li Moyang, and the scenery remains the same, but unfortunately it has gradually become tainted with a secular flavor.

Stepping out of the Taoist temple, Li Moyang looked around for the fat monk. The fat monk had long since disappeared.

"This guy is interesting. Is he just waiting for me?" Li Moyang rubbed his nose and thought for a long time.

As the car returned to the city and passed the Electronic Information City, Li Moyang thought of the old man begging for food and deliberately slowed down the car. Sure enough, he saw the old man standing up, packing up the broken tea jar on the ground and walking towards the alley.

Li Moyang's heart moved and he hurriedly drove to follow.

"What are you doing? Find a place to eat, you're starving to death." Hu Shengsong shouted and went to have a big meal. This guy has money now and wants to squander it.

"I just want to eat. I have business here. We'll talk about it later." Li Moyang followed the old man in the car without taking his eyes off the car.

The old beggar walked to the green belt south of the west gate of the Information City and suddenly disappeared.

It's strange. This old man felt mysterious at first, but now he suddenly disappeared. Li Moyang's curiosity increased greatly.

After stopping the car, Li Moyang looked around. Several heating wells with their manhole covers lifted were particularly conspicuous against the yellowing turf. Hu Shengsong followed him and asked inexplicably: "Why are you so mysterious?"

"Find someone!"

"Okay, anyway, I'll follow you wherever you go!"

"Why?"

"Hey, aren't I afraid that you will take the money and run away?"

"Look at your potential, shush, don't talk." Li Moyang made a shushing gesture.

Li Moyang quietly walked to the well and looked down. It was a heating well. The iron ladder was polished and there was a horizontal passage below. There was a faint sound coming from inside. Could it be...

Li Moyang turned to Hu Shengsong and said, "You wait above, I'll go down and take a look."

"Okay, you are such a monster, why would you drill a well when you have nothing to do?"

Li Moyang went down to the bottom of the well step by step, turned around and was shocked.

The begging old man put a bright military thorn at Li Moyang's throat.

"What do you want to do?" The old beggar's eyes were gleaming, and he could not tell that he was an old man. He was like a hungry wolf. If Li Moyang resisted even a little bit, maybe the old man would kill Li Moyang on the spot.

Li Moyang smiled lightly: "Uncle, don't you remember me? I gave you one hundred yuan several times!"

"Remember, never forget, you are the most generous. But why are you following me?"

"Uncle, I'm just curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"I'm curious about your teapot! I think you must have a story!"

Hearing what Li Moyang said, the old man slowly put down the military thorn in his hand: "Sit down."

Li Moyang's heart relaxed a little. Emma, ​​this old man is really powerful. He has military thorns in his hands and sharp eyes. He is simply a god of murder who has killed countless people.

Li Moyang took out a cigarette, the old man lit it, and took a nice puff: "Good smoke."

Li Moyang also lit a cigarette and looked around.

The old man's "home" only has three or four cubic meters of space, and is 4 meters above the ground. It would seem very crowded if three people sit down inside. The two round manhole covers have been lifted open for ventilation.

.Except for some light coming from the manhole cover, most of the "home" is in darkness.

After adapting to the dark light, Li Moyang saw clearly the old man's "furniture". Dirty bedding was spread on the floor, with many rags and newspapers scattered around. Some old scraps were piled on the heating pipes.

These old things all exude a musty smell.

The big teapot was lying on the ground, and there were still a few scraps of steel in it.

No wonder the old man wears a shabby military coat all year round. He can't do it without wearing it because it's too dark and damp underneath.

"What's your last name, uncle?"

"The surname is Zhao!"

"Uncle, let me take the liberty of guessing that you have been a soldier, and you were very good at it."

"Hey, young man, you guessed right, but you are also very powerful. You can put a military thorn in your throat without blinking an eye."

Uncle Zhao also let go. The dust in the wrinkles on his face looked like he had just emerged from a coal mine, and he opened his mouth and spoke in Shandong dialect.

Li Moyang's heart moved.

"Can you tell your story?"

"There's nothing to talk about. My son died and my wife came out to work. I came to look for her, but I couldn't find her, so I settled here. There are still a few people living here, and they all work outside." Uncle Zhao said calmly.

But when Li Moyang saw Uncle Zhao talking about his son's death, the muscles on his face jumped, which obviously touched the sadness in his heart.

At this moment, Hu Shengsong came down, along with an old man.

The old man was an optimist by nature and said cheerfully: "Oh, it's really a blessing to have guests here."

Uncle Zhao introduced: "His surname is Sun, and he is from the city."

Lao Sun smiled and said: "Ashamed, ashamed."

Li Moyang said to Hu Shengsong: "Go buy some food, wine and meat, buy more."

Hu Shengsong came down to visit and was eager to leave as soon as possible, so he agreed and climbed up.

"Old Sun, you are from the city, how could you..."

"Haha, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Seeing that you're a nice person, I'll share my family history and chat to relieve my boredom, haha."

Li Moyang praised him, he is a nice person and an optimist.

Lao Sun is a native of Binhai City. He worked as a welder in the Second Construction Company for 42 years and had a happy family. In 1991, he was involved in a lawsuit because someone else had seized his property. Four years later, he and his wife divorced.

After getting married, he took the initiative to subsidize his monthly pension of more than 1,000 yuan to his children who were in school.

Lao Sun did not want to cause trouble to other relatives and friends, so he made a living by doing odd jobs such as car washing while fighting lawsuits. Once he heard that there was a well for people to live here and there was a car washing business nearby, so he moved here.
Chapter completed!