Heaven is fearless

Fan Xing and him looked at each other for a moment, Yan Wujiu first moved his eyes away.

He didn't intend to ask Yan Duotang where the money was going. Wouldn't it be tantamount to admitting that he knew his own background?

Yan Wuzheng swallowed, and said in a tight voice, "I... I don't want to know what the money was used for, I want to send them away..."

Seeing his stubborn appearance of not intending to change his mind, Fanxing knew that verbal persuasion would probably be useless, so he cut straight to the point and said: "If you make up your mind to lie to your mother and send them out by coaxing them, the poor monk will I can't stop it, the poor monk has nothing, this back cloud may be given to you in exchange for some money."

The monk took off the Buddhist beads on his neck, untied the lotus-shaped back cloud carved from emerald jade, and held it on the palm of his hand.

This lotus jade is a good one at first glance, with a refreshing green color, like a clear spring flowing in it, and the carved lotus flower is also beautiful and majestic, with overlapping petals and a half-opened bud.

Yan Wujiu stared at the emerald jade lotus, his throat twitched, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab it, but Fanxing retracted his hand and avoided it.

Yan Wujiu's hands were stiff in the air: "You?!"

Fanxing said calmly: "This green lotus is not a treasure, but there is one thing, the person who holds it goes to any big temple to see the abbot, and one request can be fulfilled - as long as it is not harmful, no matter what, They will do their best.”

Yan Wujiu opened his eyes wide.

Fanxing asked gently: "So, do you want to exchange it for money, or for a chance to fulfill your wish?"

This question sounds silly.

With such an almost unlimited opportunity to satisfy his request, Yan Wujiu could use it to ask the Buddhist temple to take in and protect the mother and daughter of the Yan family, and he could also ask them to give him enough gold and silver, or ask them to help him check The inside story of what happened to the Yan family that year...

In short, no matter what to do, it is more cost-effective than simply pawning the emerald jade lotus out for a little money.

Yan Wujiu didn't open his mouth to question the authenticity of Fanxing's words, but he still couldn't help showing a little shock: "Who are you, why do you have such a thing?"

Fanxing just looked at him and smiled without answering.

Yan Wujiao knew that he would not get the answer, but fortunately he didn't care about it, he shrank his fingers and grabbed the lotus flower in Fanxing's palm, and for the first time there was a cold and iron-like resolute expression on his small face: " As a job, I will redeem it and count it as the money you lent me, and I owe you a favor."

Fan Xing was not at all surprised by his choice, smiled slightly, and watched Yan Wujiu carefully stuff the lotus into his pocket.

Yan Wujiu's choice was very clever, taking the lotus to pawn, at best, he was borrowing money from the Buddhist temple, but if he used the lotus to go to the Buddhist temple to ask them to do something, it would be a debt of favor to the great ones.

After thinking about it, he knew that the value of this emerald jade lotus flower was much higher than he could have imagined, if he could make the big Buddhist temples see jade without a second thought. rise.

The two separated at the fork in the road, Fanxing returned to his small ruined temple, Yan Wujiu touched the hard and cold things in his pocket, took a deep breath, and rushed into the bustling crowd like a small fish.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in Changpingfang, the gambling house is located next to Huajie, and there are many pawnshops opposite the door, and the prostitutes open their curtains even in the daytime. He walked through the low door and ran to a shop in one breath.

The shop is medium in size, neither high nor short, with a string of copper coins and a weighing pan painted on the front, which means a pawnshop, and the words "Da Sheng He" written in square, round and large black characters on the side, and a table at the door. Four or five idle men pushed Pai Gow around the table. Seeing Yan Wujiu standing at the door with a hesitant expression, and winking at each other, one of them laughed and said, "Hey, isn't this our Little Ninth Master! Today is this What is the east wind that brought our little Jiuye here? Fourth brother has been talking about you these days!"

They playfully called him "Xiao Jiuye", which was no different from calling him a childish nickname. Yan Wujiu's eyelids trembled when he heard them mention fourth brother.

There are more pawnshops out there. Compared with those regular big pawnshops, the profit of this shop of Hei Laosi's is more, and the debt collection is also ruthless, but the only advantage is that he also gives more money.

It’s a pawn, but it’s more like a loan from Hei Laosi’s place. These seemingly idle idlers outside are all thugs under Hei Laosi’s hand to help him collect debts. Yan Wujiu originally planned to borrow money from him to see his mother’s doctor. But without this jade lotus flower used as collateral, Yan Wujiu could only pawn himself to the black fourth son, and would follow this group of people to do life-and-death jobs in the future.

The loud laughter of the people outside drew everyone out of the shop. A man who was nearly forty years old came out wearing old clothes. The tails of the eyebrows spread out like umbrellas, and the roots suddenly turned black, and they looked very fierce, which immediately added a lot of fierceness to him.

"Oh, isn't this Jiujiu?" Hei Lao Si is not surnamed Hei, he got such a name because he had such a pair of black and fierce eyebrows, and he was ranked fourth in the group of brothers who worshiped him at the beginning. Call it the black fourth.

He came out and saw Yan Wujiu standing in the street, he immediately showed a very happy look, and stretched out his hand to greet him: "Come here, come to your fourth brother, do you want to eat the newly bought chestnut cake?"

Hei Laosi never said anything about Yan Wujiao's joining the group a few days in advance, he just acted like a kind and kind brother, and led Yan Wujiao inside.

The pawn shop is not big, with one table and two chairs. The big court official has gray hair and is dozing off with his hands folded in his sleeves. Hei Laosi doesn't even look at him, but just knocks on the table to wake him up: "Old Chen! Come here!" Serve this little brother a cup of tea! Maybe he will be your apprentice in the future!"

Hei Laosi is a porter who made his fortune. He opened a pawn shop and didn't understand the famous tricks in those antiques. He hired a player who was not very well-known to be a court envoy. He always couldn't trust him. The thought of court worship, and seeing that Yan Wujiu was the smartest kid running on the street, and he could speak well, coaxed many adults into a daze, so he decided to take him under his command—but he couldn't learn it. Knowing these tricks, you can also be a thug and work hard for yourself.

He saw a lot of people, and when he saw Yan Wujiu standing at the door today, he probably knew that the time when he would achieve his wish was not far away, so the more he looked at him, the more proud he was, and he pushed the plate of chestnut cake on the table over : "Eat it, children love this, and when you come to play with brother in the future, your food and clothing will be indispensable. Your mother, sister, and fourth brother will also take care of it."

This is a promise to Yan Wujiu.

The nine-year-old child lowered his head and looked a little cramped. The fourth black boy thought he was nervous and didn't care, and looked at him with a smile. Yan Wujiu took a deep breath, and handed him his hand clenched into a fist. In front of the fourth brother Hei, he opened his hand and handed out the piece of jade lotus: "...fourth brother, take it easy."

Hei Laosi's smile suddenly disappeared from his face.

He stared straight at Yan Wujiu's face, his eyes slowly fell on Yan Wujiu's hand, he paused on the jade lotus for a long time, then he suddenly laughed and raised his hand: "Old Chen! There is business coming, come and have a look.”

He raised his hand to greet Old Chen, Yan Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and let Old Chen take the Jade Lotus from his hand, and looked at it in front of the sun.

Hei Laosi turned the cup in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Such beautiful jade is rare. Is it your sister who met a nobleman?"

He spoke very cryptically, but Yan Wujiu understood immediately, and immediately clenched the hand under the table.

How many people would know about Yan Duotang's sneaky theft, especially the gangsters like Hei Lao Si, who have many beggars and thieves who have set up a zone under their hands. Yan Duotang's hand skills are average, Being discovered is also a common thing. If she didn't do it occasionally and didn't take it as her main business, the black old four would have come to her long ago.

The meaning of what he said was that Yan Duotang stole the jade.

Yan Wujiu didn't answer right away, he paused for a while before he said with a smile: "My sister is working in the embroidery workshop recently, so there is no noble person, if you want to talk about noble people, of course Xiao Jiuye knows a lot!"

"First, I met a noble person like Fourth Brother, and then met a stupid monk... Hey, Fourth Brother, you don't know how easy that monk is to lie! I dropped two drops of cat urine in front of him, and he gave away all the money I bought medicine for my mother, and took out this piece of jade to give to me... Do you think he is stupid!"

The child was beaming with joy, and the embarrassment and embarrassment he felt when he first entered the door was swept away. His eyes were shining, his expression was cunning, and he looked like a bastard who had messed up on the scene. little difference.

Hei Lao Si probably understood the cause and effect after hearing what he said.

That's right, a few days ago I heard that the child had asked a monk to be his teacher to learn some characters. It was probably the monk who felt sorry for the little bastard and moved to give money and effort to teach him well. Thinking of turning around, it was sold.

Hei Laosi looked at Yan Wuzheng's eyes and became kind again. Luckily, he met someone who took advantage of him. It's nothing. As long as the child can stay in Changpingfang, with his mother who is holding back, sooner or later he will come to beg him. That day.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, just don't make any grudges now.

Thinking of this, Hei Laosi nodded towards Lao Chen: "How much is it worth?"

Old Chen understood, put the jade lotus on the table, and quoted a slightly higher price: "The appearance is good, and the carving is also fine. This is the amount."

He stretched out his hands, flipped twice, and made a 25.

25 taels. Ordinary farmers may not be able to save two taels a year. This 25 taels is enough for the mother and daughter of the Yan family to live comfortably for ten years.

Hei Lao Si laughed loudly: "25 taels? Why are you so picky and searched! Jiujiu is like my own brother, 30 taels! Take it slowly and spend it, if you don't have enough, come to the fourth brother to ask for it!"

Lao Chen took out a small package from a small square cabinet, counted out 30 taels in front of them, wrapped it in a rag, picked up the pen that was almost bald on the table, put it in his mouth, and licked it. A number was written on a small piece of hard paper, and handed to Yan Wujiao along with the silver: "Hold it, this is a ticket for redemption, if you lose it, I won't redeem it for you."

Yan Wujiao stuffed the hard paper and money into his bosom, and smiled at the fourth brother Hei, like a bastard who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth: "Fourth brother, you are so kind!"

Hei Laosi watched him trot out the door, and sneered: "Silly boy."

*******

Yan Wujiu ran to the ruined temple of Fanxing with the package in his arms, and looked inside. The monk in white was sitting in front of the Buddha with his back to him, reciting scriptures that he couldn't understand.

Yan Wujiao hesitated for a moment.

He lied to Hei Laosi without any psychological burden at all, but when he thought of pulling Fanxing to accompany him to deceive others... he felt that something was wrong all over his body.

"come in."

He was fighting with heaven and man outside, and Fanxing inside had heard his movement long ago, and put down the rosary in his hand.

Yan Wujiu tiptoed slowly and rubbed two steps in, whistled twice guiltyly, and felt that whistling in the temple was too disrespectful—strange, why didn't he feel this way before?

He looked at the monk who was sitting there like a plain lotus flower. Sure enough, it was because of this person that the atmosphere was so strange, right?

"I... I became... 30 taels." Yan Wujiao coughed and said this sentence vaguely, his eyes glanced at the expression of Fanxing.

The handsome monk didn't respond to this, but nodded calmly.

Yan Wujiu closed his mouth, tapped his toes on the ground, and seeing that Brahma was still sitting on the spot, knowing that his patience was no match for this monk, he broke the jar and said, "That what... Sir, you are a good person, do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and do me a favor?"

He tried his best to pretend to be an innocent child with his eyes wide open, trying to take advantage of his appearance to conquer Fanxing. Who knew that Fanxing looked at him with an expression that was more innocent than him: "The poor monk has empty sleeves and a clumsy tongue. He can help you." What is the patron doing?"

Seeing Fanxing's expression, Yan Wujiao was stunned for a moment, and sighed in his heart, losing.

Fan Xing made such an expression, who else could escape his Buddha's palm!

Yan Wujiu scratched his hair, and sat down on the ground: "Hey... That's right, you just say that this money is yours, and you want to take me to roam around, let them take this money to settle down elsewhere... "

He racked his brains to find a good excuse to come out, scratched the straw with both hands on the ground, and grabbed the straw futon that Fan Xing had arranged into a small tower, and Fan Xing looked at him with a good temper like a kitten Mischief around.

"Buddhist disciples, don't tell lies, don't do deception."

Seeing Yan Wujiu grinning his teeth, he couldn't think of any good words for a long time, so Fanxing said this quietly.

Yan Wu corrected his hands and feet and crawled to the side of Brahma Xingsheng, showing a flattering smile, and his big eyes were cracked into a smile: "Sir~Master~Eminent Monk~"

Fanxing was both angry and funny: "Even if you shout out the flowers, you can't make me waver."

Yan Wujiu blinked his eyes and shouted angrily: "Father!"

Fanxing: "..."

? ? ? ? ? ?

He was so shocked that he lost his voice for a moment, and saw Yan Wujiao showing a child's unique sly smile: "You are shaken!"

The author has something to say: Fanxing: After becoming a mother twice, the poor monk is happy to be a father again today...