The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

Feng Huo slammed down with his palm, although Su Jin closed his eyes, he could still feel the sharp palm wind; with the force of Feng Huo's palm breaking the stone, Su Jin could predict how his fragile temple would be broken, Just like when he was smashed into his temple by the copper horn of that book when he traveled here, it seems that all this is going to happen again, but he doesn't know if he is lucky enough to be resurrected in another world this time.welcome to read

The palm wind was blowing on his face, but it was like a loving caress between lovers. Su Jin's temples tingled, but it was obviously not that his brains were cracked from the beating, but was scratched by the hard calluses on Feng Huhu's hand, and he grabbed the neck of his neckline. The powerful hand also suddenly relaxed.

Su Jin opened his eyes in surprise, only to see Feng Huhu's face was equally horrified, his eyes were sleepy, his whole body was shaking like a cloth bag, suddenly he couldn't stand on his feet and fell forward, Su Jin struggled to the side As soon as he hid, Feng Huo threw himself face to the ground beside him, and the dust splashed made Su Jin cough again and again.

"What kind of tricks are you doing?" Su Jin poked Feng Huhu with his toes, Feng Huhu didn't move, Su Jin was ecstatic, struggled to get up, climbed to Feng Huhu, and turned him over, Feng Huhu fell face to the ground, originally The crooked nose was bleeding profusely, Su Jin stretched out his hand to test his breath, and found that his breathing was normal.

"God bless, Bodhisattva bless, God bless, Queen Mother bless." Su Jin prayed repeatedly.

"Mixiang, Mixiang has worked, damn it!" Su Jin was so excited that he almost shed tears. At the critical moment, the lit Mixiang played a role and fascinated the tiger.

This guy has a fine body, and it took so long to inhale the mist, which almost killed him. Su Jin didn't dare to take it lightly. Who knows how long the mist can work on Feng Jingyao's body, so he looked around for the rope. Finally, I tore off the quilt on the bed behind the screen, rolled it up one by one and tied Feng Jingyao's hands and feet tightly, and the remaining cloth strips were randomly wrapped around Feng Huhu's body like rice dumplings. Panting in the corner.

The whole body was in unbearable pain. When the Buddha statue collapsed, it had already been hit by clods in several places. Just now, the clods were kicked out by Feng Huo and hit the back of the shoulder and the bend of the leg. Fortunately, this Buddha statue is made of mud. If it were built of stones, the shoulder bones and leg bones would probably be broken.

The footsteps outside the door were hurried, and the loud voices of Wang Chao, Ma Han, and Zhang Long sounded outside the door. The voices of the three people usually sounded like a noise, but now Su Jin seemed to hear the sound of a fairy.

The door panel flew up, and the already messy house was smashed with dust. The three foodies saw Feng Jingyao, who was bundled up like a big rice dumpling, looking at the young master, leaning against the wall in disgrace, panting, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Su. Kam.

"Master, you're fine, why did you make such a fuss?" Ma Han shook Su Jin's arm while shaking it.

"It hurts..." Su Jin bared her teeth and sucked in the cold air, the arm held by Ma Han was in unbearable pain.

"Can't you be more careful? You have rough hands and feet." Chao Chao slapped Ma Han away, reached out to Su Jin's armpit to lift him up, and asked, "Master, where is the injury?"

Su Jin said: "There is some trauma on the back, it should be no serious problem, go find some strong ropes and tie Feng Jingyao firmly, you can't let him run away, the thugs he brought are still outside the temple, in case they get caught You know, none of us can escape."

Zhang Long quickly ran out of the stone house and asked the little monk for a rope. He went out with his front foot, and master Shanxiang rushed in with his back foot like a gust of wind. He saw the collapsed Buddha statue and the messy house, and sat down on the ground, saying repeatedly: " Lord Buddha, my disciple has sinned, Amitabha, please forgive my disciple’s sin.”

Su Jin panted, "Master...!"

Shanxiang saw Su Jin in a blink of an eye, jumped up and pointed at Su Jin's nose and said, "You... what are you doing? I regret that I believed your words. I didn't expect you to destroy the golden body of Buddha. This is an old monk. How to explain, sin, sin."

Ma Han stared and shouted: "Old monk, who are you talking to? How are you talking?"

Su Jin hurriedly stopped Ma Han, clasped his fists and said, "Master... this... it happened suddenly, Feng Huo discovered that I was in the belly of the Buddha, and I didn't expect that he would use his strength to push the Buddha statue down. There is really no way to stop it."

"Amitabha, this is the longest-preserved Buddha statue in my Daming Temple. This Buddha has been presided over for more than ten generations, but it was destroyed in the hands of the old monk unexpectedly. It's a sin. What should I do? What should I do?" Shanxiang beat his chest and stamped his feet. .

"How much does it cost to restore the Buddha statue and this Buddhist hall?" Su Jin asked.

"Money? How much money is not enough, this is..."

"Is three thousand guns enough? If it's not enough, forget it. I only have so many." Su Jin interrupted Shanxiang.

"Three thousand guan? That's enough, enough." Shanxiang said that enough is enough. Let alone three thousand guan, even three hundred guan are enough to repair this dilapidated Buddhist hall and this broken Buddha statue. This special envoy is quite generous, he opened his mouth for three thousand coins, and his pretentiousness was not in vain, and now he has a lot of income; if he is not afraid of being too obvious, Shanxiang would like to thank Su Jin .

"Is it enough?" Su Jin teased, "This is an antique Buddha statue that has been passed down for dozens of generations."

"This...although it is a pity, but if the old does not go away, the new does not come, and if it is not broken, how can it be established? My Buddha said: The new is the old, and the old is new. The difference between the old and the new is the same in the eyes of Buddhism. ,Amitabha!"

Su Jin laughed out loud, touching the wound on his back, and the laughter immediately turned into a breath of air.

"Master Su is injured?" Shanxiang frowned.

Su Jin said: "I was injured on the back by this guy with mud, it's not a serious problem, just help me to wash in the master's meditation room, and apply some wound medicine for me."

Shanxiang said: "It's so good, it should be like this. But what about this person?"

Su Jin said: "Tie it up and lock it up in the temple."

Shanxiang waved his hands again and again and said: "That's impossible. Wouldn't putting it in the temple bring disaster to the temple? Master Su must take it away."

Su Jin approached Shanxiang's face and said: "Master, if you want to get rid of it, I'm afraid it will not be so easy. Do you know how many bad things this person has done? There are hundreds of lives directly or indirectly in this person's hands, and you also know His subordinates are waiting outside the temple, how can I take him out? You can only find a way to stabilize his subordinates, how to do it is up to you? I only have one request, I can't let this fellow run away, tomorrow I will Then lead a brigade of officers and soldiers to take him down the mountain, and when the time comes, they will also take his subordinates."

Shanxiang said with a bitter face: "But..."

"It's all right, it has to be done this way, if he runs away, I will try to question you."

Shanxiang looked at Su Jin's vicious and filthy face, and secretly cried out in his heart: I'm on a thief's boat, I'm on a thief's boat.

Su Jin turned his head and asked Ma Han, "What kind of incense did you get? Why didn't it work for a long time, my life was almost killed by this guy."

Ma Han scratched his head and said, "Impossible, this mist can be poured down after taking a sip, why doesn't it work?"

Shanxiang put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the old monk Mixiang has been replaced."

Regardless of the pain in his body, Su Jin rushed forward and grabbed Shanxiang's collar and said viciously: "I knew that you, an old monk, were uneasy and kind. You changed the incense and locked the door. Even the hole behind the Buddha statue is not so small. Tell me, is it clear that you want Grandpa to die in it?"

Shanxiang said angrily: "I am so kind, but you treat me like a donkey's liver and lungs. My Buddha is merciful, how could I do such a thing?"

Su Jin sneered and said, "You should explain it to Grandpa."

Shanxiang said: "The door is locked at the request of Puji..."

"What the fuck is Puji, his name is Feng Huhu, do you still think he is your disciple?" Wang Chao snapped at him.

Shanxiang was so depressed that he died, these people were all of the same virtue, and none of them were pleasant to speak.

"Puji... No, no, Feng Laohu said that in order to prevent someone from breaking in suddenly, he has to lock the inside and the outside, otherwise he won't come in. What do you think I will do?"

Su Jindao: "You made up the truth, so why did you change to my powerful fragrance?"

Shanxiang sighed: "The benefactor gave me the ecstasy incense, which is used by stealthy people to pick flowers in the Jianghu. You see, it's strange that you can charm him with your incense."

Su Jin let go of his collar and asked in surprise, "Then what kind of incense do you use?"

Shanxiang said: "The old man changed to requiem incense, the fragrance is the same as ordinary sandalwood, but the medicinal power is stable and accumulates slowly, and before he is aware of it, he has already been enlightened; the old man is for your safety. I didn't hesitate to do this thing that violated the precepts, but I didn't expect to be reprimanded by you, I knew it was like this..."

Su Jin hurriedly said: "What kind of requiem incense is so slow for you? If he doesn't get your few incense sticks with such a large amount of incense, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"

Shanxiang looked at Su Jin like an idiot, and said: "The bundle of incense that my old man gave him was all requiem incense, and he would have his way with any one he smoked. Do you think my old man is a elm head?"

Su Jin was tongue-tied, master, this guy in front of him is a master, a dignified eminent monk, he is not inferior to himself in terms of harming others and playing dirty tricks, it seems that if he hadn't planned carefully, his plan would have been lit by the ecstasy incense At that moment, it will be ruined.

Seeing Shanxiang's complacent look, Su Jin hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted: "This... I have offended you so much, I will apologize to the master, but the hole behind the Buddha statue is so small, the master must have deep meanings?"

Shanxiang said awkwardly: "This...it's just that I forgot about it, it doesn't mean much."

Su Jin waved his fist and said, "Forgot? You old man, just forget one sentence, and forget it. Do you know if I can't get in, wouldn't I be killed by him as soon as I enter the door?"

Shanxiang said: "Didn't you go in?"

Su Jin was speechless: "But..."

Shanxiang said dissatisfiedly: "The fact is that you got in, and then everything went according to plan, and even destroyed the old monk's Buddha statue, and the old monk didn't pursue it too much. What else do you want? You are an official, aren't you unreasonable?" ?”

Su Jin was furious, pointed at Shan Xiang and said to Wang Chao Ma Han: "Listen to what this old monk said?"

Wang Chao said: "Master, what he said is very reasonable. The old monk is very good. You are making trouble for no reason."

Su Jin widened his eyes and said, "Am I making trouble for no reason?"

"Master, go wash up, apply some medicine, don't mess around, don't mess around," Ma Han said.

Su Jin said angrily: "Do you still have a sense of right and wrong, and do you still make sense?"

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble!"

Wang Chao winked, and he and Ma Han walked out of the stone house with Su Jin, who was still baring his teeth and claws.