Lord please forgive me

Chapter 57 The Little Monk

"Ha ha,"

Yingzhen smiled brightly, and stood up long, "But not tonight, I want to meditate, Xiaoqing remember to deliver dinner to my room,"

"Okay son," Chu Qingqing snickered heartily, she, the leader of the sect, really refused to miss three meals a day.

……

Sanjue Bieyuan, the music hall is the largest in scale, and the layout here seems to have been instructed by an expert. The four-storey small building surrounds a square in the center in a circle, making the middle area more open, so that the sound can be fully realized. make the best of it,
The bottom floor is Santai, and more than 40 tables surround the music platform like stars and moons, while the upper floor is full of boxes, and the guests are either rich or expensive.
It takes 20 taels of silver to order the cheapest scattered tables on the first floor alone, but tonight is special, it takes 100 taels,

In fact, after Nie Wuwei lived in Bieyuan, he came here to listen to it several times. The programs are different every day, and it will never make people feel aesthetically tired.
The sound of the flute can circle the beam, clear and far away, like a ring in the quiet,
The harmony of the harpsichord and the melody were as continuous as pearls falling on a jade plate, making Nie Wuwei, who is not elegant, feel that he became elegant at that moment.

Of course Nie Wuwei couldn't appreciate it, but at least he could tell the good from the bad, so he wanted to come and listen to the "art" among the three specialties tonight.

Those shows on weekdays are already very good, and tonight's performance is the treasure of Sanjueyuan, the duckweed fairy sound known as the three major singers of Jiangnan Road——Shan Qingping,

I heard that when this woman opened her voice, it was like the voice of a fairy from the nine heavens that went straight to her heart, making people intoxicated.

In the area around Qingzhou, and even farther away, there are many rich men who worship under her willow skirts, but they are not selling themselves, even if they want to kiss Fangze, they can't do it.

It is rumored that her redemption contract is as high as 100 million taels of silver, and there are conditions, the premise is that people must first be able to see you,

Nie Wuwei booked a table early, ordered all the food and drinks, and gave the banknotes to Mr. Gui in the shop, exchanged them into piles of white silver, and arranged the table neatly. particularly glaring,

Today is a special day, so there are also a lot of guests. The performance is at the hour of the unitary hour, but now it is the time of day, and the guests have already come in one after another.
Of course, there are many brocade-clothed young masters and romantic sons, as well as low-key official family members, and even warriors are not in the minority.

Those who booked a private room in advance went upstairs directly, and those who were not allowed to sit in the lobby on the first floor.

Nie Wuwei couldn't understand these people who booked a private room, couldn't they see more clearly and hear more clearly the closer they were?

Of course he couldn't understand the satisfaction of rich people sitting in a high box overlooking all living beings, because he was not rich.

Almost every group of people who came in would pay special attention to Nie Wuju and his table full of silver. Some of them looked contemptuously, some would sneer, and some just shook their heads and smiled. ...

Nie Wuwei didn't take it seriously, he was used to himself, as long as others didn't really provoke him, he didn't care.

Even if you can control other people's mouths, can you control what they think in their hearts?

Before the evening arrived, the seats were full, and the whole concert hall was extremely lively and grand,
The maids who are thin and fat are laughing and running around, adding tea and preparing snacks for the guests.

Nie Wuwei just sat there carelessly, drinking some wine and eating vegetables. He didn't bring his own big gourd, but he was just as eye-catching.

2000 taels of silver, if you say it is too much, for ordinary people, it is too much, if you say it is too little, in the eyes of wealthy businessmen, it is just a reward.

The guests in the concert hall were all kinds of strange people, there were all kinds of characters, but even the reckless high-rollers were talking and laughing seriously at this time, as if they were afraid of ruining their image in front of the upcoming single beauty.

……

outside the hall,

"Brother, please do me a favor. This is my last tael of silver. Can you let me in?"

The tortoise cast a contemptuous glance at the young monk in front of him, weighed the silver in his hand, "It's really strange, it's the first time I see a monk coming here, go in."

"Amitabha, my brother must have a long life."

This little monk has delicate features, big eyes that are full of agility, the blue robe on his body is neat and tidy, the top of his head is bright and there is no scar.

He entered the concert hall with a smile, and took a quick glance, only to see a young man in a patched green shirt sitting in front of a table full of silver.

So he trotted over with a smile on his face, clasped his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, this little benefactor is young, but his temperament is extraordinary. If the little monk read it right, if you are not the outstanding hero of the world, you are the handsome and handsome young man."

Nie Wu fear raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party, his eyes lit up immediately, he had never seen such a handsome monk, his eyebrows and eyes were like peach blossoms, his skin was like emerald jade,
"Don't talk nonsense, why are you looking for my young master?"

"It's a sin to bother the benefactor. The little monk came here in a hurry just to listen to the fairy voice of everyone. Seeing that there are a lot of empty seats in front of the benefactor's stage, I wonder if I can give a stool to the little monk. Otherwise, the performance will start later, and the little monk will be punished." That Big Brother Turtle kicked him out."

"Ah……"

Nie Wuwei looked at him cheerfully and said:
"What song are you listening to as a monk? If I let you sit down, wouldn't it help you enter Avici Hell? No,"

The little monk said with a hippie smile and a little begging:

"Wrong, wrong, don't you hear that 'if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', it is often said that I have eight precepts in Buddhism, but how can I practice the precepts if I have never experienced them? So since the monk came into the world, there are no taboos,"

"Which monastery do you belong to? What kind of master can teach a monk like you,"

"Well, it's inconvenient to tell you about it. I'm afraid it will discredit the mountain gate. I have traveled all over the world and like to see many beautiful things. Shan everyone's fairy voice is so beautiful. I will sit here and listen to you for a while, and leave after listening, benefactor. Just do it, okay,"

Nie Wuwei chuckled, thinking the little monk was quite interesting, he took two large bowls and filled them with wine,
"I don't like to deal with people who don't drink. If you want to sit here, just drink this bowl of wine,"

"I want it," the little monk picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp without any hesitation, two blushes immediately appeared on his fair face, and his footsteps were a little vain.

"Hahahaha, interesting and interesting, sit down," Nie Wuwei pointed to the seat beside him.

"Thank you, benefactor." After the little monk sat down, his eyes were still looking at the delicious food on the table from time to time, and the movement of swallowing his saliva could not be more obvious.
"Little Er, add a pair of chopsticks." Nie Wuju patted the little monk on the shoulder with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Little monk Ming Kong,"

"Ok?"

A young man with a sword at the next table frowned and looked over, "Buddhism in the world is one family, and now the 'Ming' generation is either a highly respected Buddhist master, or the head of a school. Why are you talking nonsense, you little bald donkey?"

Ming Kong smiled and quickly waved his hands,

"No, no, no, monks don't tell lies, and the little monk can't hide the sky, and he became a monk after he was born."

(End of this chapter)