After being exiled, I became a star boss

Chapter 20 Shangsi ([-])

"Ten cents a piece, please have one. It is used to guide the lonely and confused soul. After crossing the bridge of Naihe, the candle in the lamp will be extinguished."

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A lot of people were lying on Hebutou on the bank of the river, burning Mingqian and putting lotus water lanterns into the waterway.

"Girl," the water lamp vendor said to Yun Qi, who stopped curiously, "Ten pennies a piece, please buy one. It is used to guide lonely and confused souls. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, the candle in the lamp will be extinguished." .”

"Lonely and bewildered soul..." Yun Qi looked up at the starry sky, and murmured in a low voice, "Oort Nebula... Can souls from far away be brought back?"

Before her words fell, a monk chanted sutras and murmured in the wind, an ethereal voice said, "The soul returns, and sincerity is as good as gold and stone..."

The apricot tree stretches out like a canopy, and the moonlight shines through the pink and white flowers, casting mottled and swaying light and shadow.

A monk in golden cassock sat behind the incense table under the tree, his head was bald and his body was radiant. He was reciting the Sutra of Calling Souls with great seriousness and shaking his head.

Various fruits and "ghost buns" are placed on the incense table.

The fat monk sitting on the side crossed his legs, and stacks of lotus water lamps were piled up at his feet. Next to the water lamps was a wooden box that could help you according to fate. Red paper was pasted on the front of the box, and on the paper was written: "Lotus water lamps , a tael of silver."

Tapping the incense table with his index finger, the fat monk squinted at the old and young women and children who were kneeling on the ground at his feet with his evil eyes, and his lustful eyes wandered over the faces of several young girls among them.

The people on the ground were crying with tears in their eyes, and the sky was dark.

The small vendor selling lotus water lanterns turned his head to look at the people all over the ground, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh, it's a great fortune to be able to survive the years of wars. The men all died in battles in foreign lands, and there are no bones left. Only the family is left. Those old, weak, sick and disabled, it's too miserable..."

Looking at the skinny woman and child in ragged clothes, and then at the monk who was as fat as a pig, Yun Qi was furious.

— Robbery? !
"Master," Yun Qi stepped forward to pick up a lotus water lamp and looked at it carefully, and asked wonderingly, "Other people pay ten cents, but you want one tael of silver, even if it's made of gold paper, it doesn't cost that much, does it?"

The fat monk showed displeasure, and patted the incense table and sat up straight. Just as he was about to scold her, the golden-clothed monk got up and clasped his hands together. Blessing, how can it be ordinary?"

"Since you are a Buddhist, you should take compassion into your heart, why can't you sell it for ten coins?"

"Benefactor, poor monk Jingkong, from Dongming Temple in Chang'an. The abbot Yuankong of our temple made a vow to build eighteen golden Buddha statues. The monks came out to alms for alms. All the proceeds were offered by the benefactor voluntarily..."

Yun Qi went to Dongming Temple to deliver flowers and plants, and he had seen Dongming Temple full of dignitaries in Chang'an City. The abbot Yuankong was really as fat as a ball, his whole body was round, chubby, and smooth.

Golden body?

People have nothing to eat, and they still want to make golden bodies for clay figurines? !

She was originally angry in her heart, but then she thought that Dongming Temple had a huge influence in Chang'an City, so she couldn't force it.

With a bright smile on his face, "If you can prove that these water lamps have attracted dead souls, I will immediately offer you 100 taels of silver, and I will take all these water lamps."

There are at most 100 lotus water lamps on the ground. Now that the country is weak and people are dying of hunger, [-] taels of silver is equivalent to a year's salary of a first-rank prime minister.

The golden-clothed monk was moved, and if he took back 100 taels of silver, how much face would he have in front of the abbot.

At that time, I took the opportunity to ask for a change in the position in the temple. If I can transfer to the warehouse, I don’t have to come out to beg for alms. It is windy and rainy, and I am tired like a dog all day long.

Jing Kong chanted "Amitabha", his eyes sparkled impressively, but just as he stretched out his hand, Yun Qi abruptly took back the shiny silver ingot from under his eyelids.

"If you can't prove it, not only will you not get any money, but you will also need to distribute these krathongs to everyone for free."

Jing Kong's fat hands were fixed in mid-air, his sparse eyebrows were frowned, and he smiled: "We have all recited the Sutra of Calling Souls on these water lamps. As long as they are placed in the waterway, they will naturally guide wandering souls. Yin and Yang are different. You ordinary people don't have enough mana. , even if the femininity is close to the eyes, you can’t see it, so I’m sorry that the poor monk can’t do anything.”

Yun Qi sneered, and said sarcastically, "Hehe, since you can't make dead souls show up, how can you talk about attracting wandering souls thousands of miles away? They're all fooling people, right?"

It turned out to be a mess.

The fat monk jumped up suddenly, and shouted sharply: "The witch is messing around, who cares about the few taels of stinky silver on your body, you are disrespectful to the Buddha, the Buddha's teachings are boundless, and you missed the time to attract wandering souls, the Buddha blames it, ha ha, you just go Aren't you afraid of going to the tongue-pulling prison?!"

When the people kneeling on the ground heard this, they became very anxious, and rushed forward to chase her away. The children jumped up and tugged at the corner of her skirt, "Let's go, let's not delay our important event..."

"My wife is already sixty, and I could have come back this year, poor thing, I must find a good place to go in my next life... woo woo woo..."

"My husband has been away for more than ten years, please Buddha bless him, little girl, you don't understand, don't worry about it, let's go quickly..."

Yun Qi stomped his feet anxiously, and was about to raise his arms and shout "There is no Buddha in this world", when a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Who said there is a difference between yin and yang, and ordinary people can't see the yin?"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of copper bells, in the cold moonlight, a person suddenly walked out.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, with patterns woven with silk thread on the moon-white brocade, embroidered exquisitely - long emerald green orchid leaves, enchanting royal blue orchids.

He wears a lotus flower crown on his head, the lotus flower carved in pure gold is shining brightly, and the petals are also inlaid with pearls and precious stones.

The bright moonlight spread all over his body, making his whole body shine.

That person's footsteps were light, and his large moon-white robe fluttered in the wind, walking towards the moonlight like an exile.

Nord stepped forward slowly, nodded to Yun Qi, and when he looked at the skinny, ragged old women and children, his eyes were full of pity and sympathy.

His voice is gentle, but unquestionable: "Go and buy a lotus water lamp, a ten-cent money lamp, the same."

The messy crowd of worshipers immediately quieted down, and prepared lotus water lanterns according to his instructions.

The white candles on the water lamps were lit, and one after another water lamps floated straight into the middle of the river, and the candle flames danced on the water surface, sliding away into the distance.

Nuo De lit a incense burner on the bank of the river, and while the fragrance was lingering, he gently shook the copper bell, and the crisp bells rang out...

Suddenly a wind blew up on the river.

The surface of the river shimmering with fine waves is rippling and slapping against the embankment, as if very light footsteps are stepping on the water waves.

Flowing clouds covered the moonlight, and the apricot blossoms fluttered in the wind like snowflakes, rolling towards the center of the river in a whirl, but they did not fall down.

The misty apricot blossoms seemed to bring people to the vast north, and suddenly there was a singing voice echoing in the darkness.

"Don't catch the whip when you get on the horse, but fold the willow branches instead; sit on the seat and play the flute, worry about killing travelers."

The singing sound is desolate, and not only one person is singing, but thousands of voices are coming together.

The old and the weak, women and children on the bank of the river supported each other and stood up, with teary eyes, looking at the heart of the river under the moonlight and stars.

There is no one on the dark river, only apricot blossoms fluttering in the night wind like snowflakes.

The singing was faint, and the reeds beside the water suddenly rustled, and a very slight sound passed through the reeds, approaching the water's edge.

The night mist mixed with the moonlight, hazy, under the moonlight among the reeds and grass, figures in ragged clothes and bloody flesh suddenly appeared.

Yun Qi was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

The robes on the shadows were so tattered that they couldn't cover the body. After careful identification, it seemed to be the military uniform of the Tang army.

They, those warriors who fought bloody battles, their faces stained with blood, are staring at their relatives by the water, with smiles on their lips.

The children cheered and shouted "Daddy" and "Aye", and the elders stared at each other bewilderedly.

It's impossible not to be ecstasy, the curtain is blowing in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers...

People and souls freeze in the bleak moonlight, one bright and one dark, one real and one empty.

A woman's happy singing sounded from the bank of the river, "I am sad in my belly, I would like to be a horse whip. Go in and out of the man's arms, and sit on the man's knees."

Nord shook the copper bell again, and the crisp bell rang again, resounding through the silent night.

The dead souls reluctantly waved their hands, supported each other, and limped into the boundless night.

The lotus water lanterns on the river went out one after another.

"They have already crossed the bridge of Naihe, and hope that they will not have to fight in all directions in the next life."

Yun Qi wiped the tears from his face, "Thank you, Nord!"

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Back to the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, the night market is surrounded by a wide variety of miscellaneous goods, juggling and folk arts, and the crowds can't get through.

Nuo De was a little at a loss as he looked at the people who lined the road to welcome them. The people shouted "Fairy Master" in their mouths and enthusiastically handed out various kinds of food.

Nord could barely walk, but he was thinking and slipped away.

Yun Qi, who was standing beside him, looked at the enthusiastic people, his cheeks became hot, and he turned his head to stare at Nord.

Seen under the moonlight, he was wrapped in a moon-white robe, standing in the wind and standing like a fairy. In an instant, Yun Qi had a strange feeling in his heart.

——Master Immortal, maybe he can help me!
There was a sudden burst of sonorous gongs and drums amidst the sound of silk and bamboo wind music.

The children got out from the adults' legs, followed the sound of gongs and drums, and ran towards the corner of the downtown.

"Ah, old man Liu Heita has already killed Ma Kuangwu, Inspector of Yingzhou, Xu Shanhu, Inspector of Beizhou, Li Daoxuan, Prince of Huaiyang County, Gongzheng, Prince of Hengzhou, Luo Shixin, Duke of Tan, and Li Shimin, King of Qin. Here it comes, hahahaha—"

——I'm going to die, this Liu Heitai is so bold that he dares to go to the capital to rebel? !
The people were also blown up when they heard it, and they no longer cared about paying homage to the immortal master, rushing forward like a tide.

Nodra dragged Yun Qi and managed to squeeze into the front row.

Looking up, I saw dozens of children surrounded by a bright yellow light, which reflected a small stage.

On the stage, a burly man in bright armor, holding a halberd in his hand, straddled the horse.

Yun Qi suddenly realized, "Oh, this is a shadow play."

Nord asked, "Shadow play?"

"Well, I was..." Yun Qi wanted to say that he had seen it in a museum, "drawing figures on donkey skin, painting them in red, yellow, green, green and black colors, cutting out the shapes, and controlling them by one person."

Obviously this play is about the story of Liu Heitai. During the speech, the first part praising him for his bravery and invincibility has been sung.

Now I am singing the second fold, I saw Liu Heizai standing on the top of the city, grabbing a wine gourd and taking a sip of wine, squinting at the Tang army under the tower, and singing again: "Hehe, Jiancheng boy, when I am fighting, you You're still wearing crotch pants, watch me save your life!"

The little Jiancheng he was talking about was leading thousands of troops to encircle Changle City like an iron barrel.

There was a clanging of gongs and drums, the shadow of swords and swords, and the blaze of flames. However, after a siege for more than ten days, they couldn't get in.

Liu Heikai sang triumphantly: "It's freezing cold, and my food can last for three months. You can drink the northwest wind down here."

(End of this chapter)