Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 7
After leaving last night, Lin Yuan took the little monk to the inn where he was staying.

Early this morning, the little monk woke up sleepily with a thin quilt in his arms.

The sun was just rising, and the pale golden sunlight penetrated into the room from the window. The whole room was warm and bright. The furnishings of the room were simple and clean. There was nothing personal except a stack of talisman papers on the table. The little monk knew that this was an inn.

He neatly folded the thin quilt and placed it on the head of the bed, then jumped out of bed and ran to the table, picked up a talisman and looked carefully at the vermilion pattern in the sunlight.

The big black and white eyes reflected the red runes close up, full of novelty, as if looking at some incredible baby.

Just when he was watching with enthusiasm, Lin Yuan pushed the door in with two bowls of plain noodles, and joked: "Finally woke up, is the little idiot late for class every morning?"

"How does the benefactor know?" The little monk blushed embarrassingly.

"It's hard not to know." He put the noodles and chopsticks on the side of the table, patted the little bald head and said, "Don't look, eat quickly, and go back to your old man after eating."

The little monk hurriedly put the talisman paper back to its original place, and put his hands together to express his thanks: "Amitabha, little novice, thank Linyuan almsgiver for giving, the Buddha will bless you."

"Thank you Buddha, but the poor heart already belongs to Sanqing." Lin Yuan took his share of noodles and started eating.

The plain noodles were steaming hot, with green onion and coriander on the surface, which was very tempting in the morning light. The little monk rubbed his stomach and buried his head in eating with chopsticks.

Lin Yuan ate quickly, and after a few mouthfuls of grilling, he rested his chin to watch the little monk eat.Why is this child like a puppy, with a pink tongue showing on his eating face, which is quite cute.

"Can you go back by yourself later?"

"Yes, Master will place an order at the Shande Temple ten miles away from the south gate."

"Then I won't send you off." Lin Yuan slowly picked up the talisman, took out one from a pile of painted patterns of various colors, and folded it into a triangle: "Don't talk to strangers on the road, don't eat what strangers give, someone will follow you You just pick people up and run around..."

"Amitabha, the little novice knows, and the presiding abbot has also said these words." The little monk raised his head from the big bowl, blinked his dark and bright eyes, reflecting a proud brilliance: "The little novice once made a fortune alone! "

Lin Yuan pinched his little nose and said with a smile: "That's really amazing."

The little monk smiled shyly, and continued to work hard. Lin Yuan took advantage of his eating break to scatter a thick stack of talisman papers into his clothes.

After he finished eating, Lin Yuan also finished packing, and just now threw the folded triangle into his arms: "Take it well, this is a gift for your master."

The little monk took out the triangular talisman from the folds of his robe, put it in his palm, looked at it carefully, and clasped it together again: "Don't worry, the Taoist benefactor, the little novice will definitely bring it!"

One, one, and one, separated at the entrance of the inn, each of them was immersed in the crowded flow of people, and went their separate ways.

It would be nice to have an empty space in the east of the city for festivals and sacrifices to set up the formation and wait until dark.

Before that, you have to go to an antique shop to find a yin and yang line.

Thaksin stepped into the only antique shop in the city: "Shopkeeper, do you have ink thread that is more than ten years old?"

The shopkeeper is such a smart person, with a glance up and down, he knows that the person in front of him can be tricked.

This young man is dressed in brown and looks low-key, but the clothes are clearly made of high-quality silk, light robes and belts, and his appearance is extraordinary.

"Yes, yes, the guest officer has everything you want." The shopkeeper graciously went up to greet Lin Yuan, and personally poured hot tea for Lin Yuan: "What else do you want besides ink lines?"

"Just the ink thread, I'm in a hurry." Lin Yuan waved his hand to signal him to go find it quickly, and then the shopkeeper reluctantly went to the backyard.

Ink floss is actually an ink fountain. There are no more than two kinds of people who often use ink floss, one is craftsmen who build cities and houses, and the other is Taoists.

There are very few people who buy ink thread, and it is even rarer to have vintage ink thread, but the shopkeeper really does have it, and it was pawned by a young man not long ago.

At that time, he thought it was worthless, and he didn't remember where to throw it. Now he has to go to the warehouse.

Lin Yuan sat alone in the front hall waiting, a gust of wind swept through the hall, he suddenly moved his nose.

It seemed to have a cold orange fragrance just now?

like……

Ye family female ghost?

"Ahem!" He choked on the tea in his mouth.

It won't be discovered so quickly, right?

He was out of breath and coughed loudly, directly waking up the female ghost sleeping in the mahogany abacus, and a soft voice came from the abacus: "Go out and cough."

Lin Yuan suppressed his cough and took three deep breaths, and finally calmed down. He tiptoed to the counter and looked around, looking for her with the same volume as a thief: "Where are you?"

He could only tell the approximate location of the sound, but he couldn't really find out where she was staying.

"Here?" He shook his chair.

"Still here?" He flipped through the ledger.

"Or——" Just as he was about to hit an abacus bead, his fingertip was pricked by a needle, and he quickly retracted, leaving his finger intact.

"Miss Ye, are you following me?" He smiled cynically, his tone like a ruffian in the streets.

"Get out." The female ghost still spoke softly, but her tone could be heard to be annoyed. Lin Yuan put away her smiling face and asked seriously, "Are you injured?"

This time, there was no answer in the abacus, and there was silence.

Lin Yuan took out the talisman and wanted to show her the injury, but the shopkeeper ran back holding the ink thread: "Guest officer, the ink thread you want is here~"

"Okay, pay the bill." Lin Yuan exited the counter to give up his seat to the shopkeeper, and pointed to the abacus on the counter by the way: "Count that one in as well, I'll take it."

The shopkeeper was surprised, and praised happily: "The guest officer has good eyesight, but this is an abacus passed down from my grandfather. If you don't sell it, you have to pass it on."

"Sell it, it's not good to pass it on in case it hurts your descendants." Lin Yuan earnestly advised: "It's the same to pass on other things."

"Guest officer really wants it." The shopkeeper glanced at Lin Yuan, and spread five fingers cruelly: "That's the number."

"50 taels?" Lin Yuan squinted: "It's a bit expensive, but it's not impossible."

"No!" The shopkeeper shook his head resolutely: "5000 taels, even a penny less."

"Are you crazy?" Lin Yuan was stunned: "It's just such a small broken city, such a small broken shop, such a small broken abacus, how dare you ask for 5000 taels."

"The guest officer was joking. Good things are priced at this price everywhere. Besides, this is mahogany."

"Gold is not even worth this price." Lin Yuan chuckled: "The whole house of antiques with you are counterfeit, just this abacus is barely considered an antique."

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper's expression changed instantly: "The guest officer looks like a person, so how can you just talk nonsense! My old Zhou has been in the antique business for half his life, and I have never cheated."

　Under Amway, orange blossom smells really good, Baozi who likes citrus notes must understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)