Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 120 The Bronze Bell
when!
While Mo Chen was sitting on the bed thinking about his debts, a simple and melodious bell rang out from the window.

Is it the big clock that I hit?
In that dream, it was clearly that he was lying there sleeping drunk, but in reality, he bumped into it and wanted to commit suicide...

Mo Chen touched the white gauze on his forehead, felt the pain in the center of his forehead, and couldn't help but smile bitterly across his face, he might as well live in a dream...

After washing up and having breakfast, Mo Chen went out and walked straight towards the bell tower. He wanted to see the place where he was reborn.

The bell tower is in the front yard, in front of the Sanqing statue enshrined in Zixiao Palace, and Mo Chen’s room is in the back yard, a short distance away. Fortunately, the Taoist temple is not that big, but it takes only three to five minutes to walk to the front yard.

In Zixiao Palace, Taoist Master Ming Ding was leading a crowd of Taoists to chant and meditate there. This was their morning class, but there was no one in front of the bell tower, only Mo Chen, who had nothing to do, was watching there.

It is said to be a bell tower, but it is actually a small pavilion. There is a big bronze bell hanging under the pavilion. It is simple in style and carved with some unknown patterns. It seems that a group of people are worshiping something. Mo Chen can't understand it. There is a sense of intimacy with this big clock, which is a spontaneous feeling of the body, and has nothing to do with his soul and reason. Maybe it is because of his blood, the so-called flesh and blood connection?Or is it the confession of the Lord by dripping blood in the novel?

Mo Chen was joking with himself, but he was quietly looking at the environment around the clock tower. It was a large grass field, and there were many flowers planted on the grass, and there were stone tables and benches. For pilgrims to rest.

This Taoist temple of Qingfeng is the most efficacious Taoist temple among several cities in Mo Chen's hometown. It is said that a poor boy once made a wish here to turn over, and finally became the richest man in the country. Come to offer incense, and there are quite a few people who have fulfilled their wishes.

However, Qingfeng Temple is only open on two days on weekends, and does not receive pilgrims during the rest of the time. The Taoist priests in the temple have to do their daily homework, meditate and chant scriptures, and they don't have so much energy to welcome and send them off every day.Moreover, the richest man donates a lot of money every year, which is more than enough for everyone in this Taoist temple to use for a year.

It was summer, and the sun rose early on the mountain, Mo Chen felt a little bit hot standing there, he silently thought, they are all people who have died once, but they must never commit suicide again.

"Benefactor Wu is better. There are turmoil in the world, so we still need to take it easy and don't be too attached."

When Mo Chen was staring at the big bronze bell in a daze, a simple and friendly voice came from beside him. It was the master Ming Ding of the Qingfeng Temple.

"When I was young, I often encountered difficult things. Later, when I saw a lot, I thought about it. Life is hard. All I can do is to move forward firmly. As the great man said, "Fight against others, It's a lot of fun.', Benefactor Wu doesn't care too much about the results, just look at everything and enjoy the fun." Ming Dingdao said with long words and earnestness.

Mo Chen's home is in a small town at the foot of the mountain. Mo Chen's parents had been very kind to him when the temple master was a little Taoist boy, so this Ming Ding Daoist was very familiar with and close to Mo Chen. He couldn't bear to see Mo Chen committing suicide again, so he spoke to comfort him.

"The Taoist priest is right, Wu Si has been taught." Mo Chen nodded and said firmly.

Seeing Mo Chen's appearance, he really didn't look like he was going to commit suicide, Taoist Master Ming Ding nodded, took out a bank card from the wide sleeve of the Taoist robe, handed it over, and said, "You are in such a situation right now. , I can’t help too much, I can only help you repay the debt, and I hope you can do it yourself.”

"No way, absolutely no way, this is the incense money given to the Taoist temple by the pilgrims, how can I take it?" Mo Chen waved his hand, unwilling to take it, knowing that the Taoist priest would wait for him to come as soon as possible, he didn't want Mingding because of helping him He was accused by a group of Taoists for misappropriating Taoist money.

"Take it, this is my own money. When Mr. Ma was desperate, I lent him the incense money from the Taoist temple. Later, he became rich and gave me some shares. This is my dividend." Daoist Ming Ding forced the card into Mo Chen's hand and explained.

Shares and dividends in Mr. Ma's company?

Mo Chen looked at Daoist Ming Ding with a different expression. He is a business tycoon who is quite famous all over the world. Isn't Daoist Ming Ding a billionaire?

Thinking of the fact that I owed only a few million and would die, I was so angry!
Thinking that it was a billionaire who lent him several million, Mo Chen no longer refused, took it, and secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely return it to the Taoist priest a hundred times and a thousand times in the future.

After a few days of recuperating in the Taoist temple, Mo Chen went down the mountain. With money in hand, there was no need to hide on the mountain to avoid creditors.

The town is not big, but it is very peaceful. Because his parents left early, and he was studying and working outside all year round, most people in the town did not know him, and he was happy to arrive at his home in three or two steps without saying hello. .

Just the scene in front of you?
There was a wry smile on Mo Chen's lips. In the small one-story house, on the gate and on the walls, people used various colors of paint to write words such as debt repayment, killing the whole family, etc., which seemed quite shocking.

'BJ welcomes you, share breath in the sun...'

Suddenly, Mo Chen's cell phone rang, someone called him, which is strange, ever since he found out that he was in debt, no one kind of friend has contacted him again, and he blocked all the creditors , how could someone find him?

Hesitating in his heart, he still picked up the phone: "Hello, how are you?"

"Are you Wu Si, where are you now, are you okay?" It was a somewhat familiar female voice, with a slightly nervous and concerned tone, asking three times, but Mo Chen didn't recognize who it was.

"I'm Wu Si, who are you?" Mo Chen asked suspiciously.

"I'm Luo Yiyi, you forgot about me, where are you now, I heard from my friend that you owe a lot of money, how are you doing?"

Roy!
Mo Chen's heart suddenly appeared a thin and thin girl figure, she was at the same table in high school, she was tall, but she wore eyes and braces all the year round, she didn't dress up very much, she looked low-key and easy to bully, if it wasn't for He helped her several times, and he was afraid that he would be bullied to death by those girls at school.

"It's you, old classmate, how are you doing now, why are you interested in calling me?"

"Where are you now?"

"Where can I be? The house in Shanghai has been mortgaged, so I can only go back to my hometown. I am now a millionaire in debt. Why, do you still come to me?" Mo Chen joked nonchalantly road.

"If you're still in the mood for joking, then it must be all right? Okay, you wait, I'll find you." Luo Yiyi hung up the phone after finishing speaking...

Hey, Tongzhong, Tongzhong, you must all understand...

(End of this chapter)