dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Under Hua Jiunan's soft comfort, Ghost Buddha Faceless disappeared little by little.

As the "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons" completely faded away, only Xiao Wuxin was left with blood and tears on his face.

"Namo Amitabha, brother, this little monk almost fell into a nightmare."

Hua Jiunan used his sleeve to gently wipe away the tears on Wuxin's chubby face.

"It's okay, my brother always has nightmares, and everything will pass when he wakes up."

Chen Daji approached cautiously, making sure that the person in front of him was not Ghost Buddha Faceless, so he dared to point at Fan Ju and Xu Fu and laugh.

"Brave-headed brother, you just had a nightmare, which almost scared these two old men to fart, hahaha!"

When Xiao Wuxin heard the words, her pink face was full of apology.

"Namo Amitabha."

"My little monk is impolite, and I hope the two benefactors Haihan."

Fan Ju and Xu Fu are both masters of a generation.

People like them may have deficiencies in some aspects, but they have the air of a generation of masters.

Wen Yan smiled and nodded: "Master, you are welcome."

"It's a pity that my lineage (alchemist) is not good at seductive enlightenment, and I can't help the master escape the boundless sea of ​​suffering."

While saying this, Fan Ju secretly calculated in his heart:

How can we take advantage of the demonic obstacle in the heart of the little monk Wuxin, and give Hua Jiunan a fatal blow at the critical moment...

Still the same sentence: at any time, you can't have any beautiful illusions about your enemies.

If so, it is not far from failure!

Qin Huali, as the second generation of the Mohists, traveled the world before Buddhism had spread to China.

Therefore, he didn't understand the existence of Xiao Wuxin at all.

The so-called don't tell lies in front of real people.

After Hua Jiunan explained softly to Qin Huali, the Mo family's giant fell into deep thought.

After a while, he sighed and took out a blank bamboo slip from the cloth pocket he carried with him.

He picked up a pen and wrote eight large characters on it like a knife and an axe:

The ancient gentleman, if he made a mistake, he would change it.

As the last stroke fell, the awe-inspiring righteousness that soared to the sky was transmitted from the bamboo slips.

Hua Jiu was taken aback when he saw this:

Why is the great son of Mohist still a great Confucian? !

But then thinking of Qin Huali's experience, he felt relieved.

The only person in the world who can gather the masters of Confucianism and Mohism at the same time is the one in front of me and the legendary Mozi!

Qin Huali handed the bamboo slips in his hand to Xiao Wuxin, and said with a smile.

"The old man has decayed for too long, and now he has nothing left."

"It's just a gift, you and I encourage each other."

Xiao Wuxin looked at Hua Jiunan, saw his brother nodding, and took it with both hands respectfully.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The elders don't dare to say goodbye, the young monk is here to thank you."

Qin Huali looked at the polite, kind and docile Xiao Wuxin, and then at the bow-legged, dead fish-eyed, green-faced Chen Daji, feeling secretly in his heart.

Oh, what a pity!

The monk in front of me has finally believed in a "foreign teacher". If not, he would be the best successor of me in Mocheng!

Qin Huali's slightly regretful eyes, in Chen Dage's eyes, "have another meaning".

Hey, the old man is really pitiful, for such a big business, it has not been sold for thousands of years.

How much do you have to pay!

Today, Lord Ji, I must let him open the shop!

Just do what you say, anyway, we are not wicked...

"Uncle Qin, if you buy all the piles in front of you, how much virtue will you get?"

"You do the math for us. If we don't have enough, we can borrow some from Master Ba..."

Without waiting for Chang Baye to start scolding, Chen Dage once again brought out the real qualities of the landlord's stupid son to the extreme.

The little dirty waved his hand and said carelessly.

"Boss, there are more than 100 households in our village, right?"

"Then let's buy a hundred wooden donkeys first, and give one to each family when we go back. In the future, we don't have to carry them by ourselves when we go up the mountain to collect firewood, hey!".

Seeing this, Qin Huali was both gratified and helpless.

He explained with a smile.

"The little general doesn't know something. According to Mo City's rules, each distinguished guest can only exchange his own virtue for three items."

After the Mohist Juzi finished speaking, he took out a quaint balance from his bosom.

In the middle of the balance, there are two ancient small characters "people's hearts" engraved.

"The so-called justice is in the heart."

"Which utensil does the little general like, put it on one end of the balance."

"Then 'human heart' will naturally absorb your yin virtue until the balance is balanced."

"That's it..." After hearing this, Chen Dage persuaded Qin Huali with a sincere face.

"Uncle Qin, how can we not sell other people to buy things on poles?!"

"If you do this business, you will lose all your pants!"

Note: As a kind of weighing instrument, the balance was produced earlier.

By the late Spring and Autumn period, the manufacturing technology of balances and weights was quite sophisticated.

Bamboo slices are used as beams, silk threads are used as buttons, and a copper plate is hung on each end.

Later, because it was troublesome to weigh heavy objects with a balance, it was changed to "Quan", and the balance was only used when weighing small objects.