The struggle of the reborn prince

Menzi glanced at Zhao Tun in surprise, why did the prince have any opinion on the monks? Isn't he afraid of being blamed by gods and Buddhas? He didn't know that Zhao Tun didn't believe in these things at all. In his previous life, he did a lot of murder and arson, but God didn't What's wrong with him, let him be reincarnated as a prince, even though this prince is more unlucky.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong gong..." Menzi was stunned, and there was another burst of gongs and drums. Several people were dressed in ragged clothes, but their faces were painted with colorful colors. They all looked like ghosts, beating gongs and drums , His mouth was not idle, and he rushed to the door screaming and screaming.

"The nightbearder is here!" The door exclaimed and was about to close the door.

"Uncle Tian, ​​why are you closing the door?" Zhao Tang stopped and asked the door.

"Second Lord, they are all poor beggars who couldn't survive the past year. At this time, they dress up as gods and ghosts, judges, Zhong Kui, and kitchen king ghosts, beat gongs and drums, pretend to drive away plagues and ghosts for their masters, and beg for some wine and food. , once I give it, another one will come right away, which is the most troublesome!" Menzi explained hastily.

"Oh, then what are we waiting for! Jianxi, go and get some money, Uncle Tian, ​​go to the kitchen and get some Laba porridge, and ask the supervisor to bring them some white rice." Zhao Tian said after listening to the order.

"Ah?!" Menzi was stunned. If you have money, you don't give it to monks, but give it to beggars. What does the prince want to do?

"Ah, what, go!" said another elderly doorman.

"The second master is..."

"You don't know who the second master is? He doesn't look down on the poor. Look at the new clothes we wear, and the coppers rattling in our pockets, aren't they all from the second master?" said the old man. .

"Oh, that's right, the second master is a good man who cares about the poor!" The two disciples quickly went to work.

The monks saw a group of people coming to the door, beating the gongs and drums without music, dancing the dance steps that could not be stepped on, and shouting "呀噗啊", curling their lips in disdain, thinking in their hearts, we are Authentic Buddhist disciples recite the Diamond Sutra, and this family gave me a few liters of rice without even seeing a copper coin. You poor beggars may not even be able to get the white rice.

"Zhong Kui is here, the little devil is running..."

"The Stove King is here, the house is peaceful..." Several people were jumping and dancing, singing auspicious words, which was a bit more lively than the monk's place over there.

"Come on, come on, everyone has worked hard, my master has prepared Laba porridge for everyone, first drink a bowl to lighten your stomach!" At this moment, the door came out, and behind him were a few kitchen helpers carrying the porridge bucket, holding a stack of bowls, Zhao Tun ordered the disciples to bring a table, set out bowls and hot porridge, and called them over.

It's really a good thing to be able to drink a bowl of steaming porridge in this cold weather. The "night beards" were a little panicked. They thanked in unison, put down the thing in their hands, and rubbed their hands on their bodies before picking them up. Bowl of porridge.

Zhao Tang pretended to be curious, and stepped forward to play with their gongs and drums. The uncle called out affectionately, and before he finished a bowl of porridge, he became acquainted with a few people, "Master, this year is good. How are you doing?"

"Hey, young master, you don't know that although the harvest this year is good, but the locust plagues and poor harvests in the fields in the past few years, we can only borrow money to survive, and the grain harvested this year is not enough to pay off the debts, so we have to come out brazen to ask for some Things, otherwise the years will be sad!" The old man said with a sigh.

"Yeah, although the harvest is good, the tax I collected is [-]% higher than in previous years. I barely paid my husband's money after selling the cattle. I don't know what to do at the beginning of spring!" Another man sipped his porridge. He shook his head and said.

"Jianxi, give each person two liters of white rice and one copper coin (one hundred wen)!" Zhao Tong said, judging from their life, his father has grown from being a child to making troubles in secret and engaging in "****" to lawless tossing As a result, the current fiscal deficit has led to the use of Cai Jing to increase taxes.

"Master Xie, Master Xie..." Several bearded men took the things and thanked them non-stop.

"This is not the young master, but our master!" Menzi reminded.

"Ah?" Several people were surprised that the owner of this family was so young, "Although the uncle is young, he has a heart of Buddha. He will surely be able to be a high-ranking official, ride a fine horse, and be free from illness and disaster for a lifetime!" They immediately changed their words and received rave reviews. ah.

"What kind of Bodhisattva heart, we stood for a long time, did not give a piece, they sang a few words and gave rice and money, the porridge smelled more fragrant than the porridge in our temple..." the monks He couldn't help slandering, the sound of chanting suddenly increased by [-] decibels, and the wooden fish knocked even louder.

"Second Master, do you think that monk also gave them some money to beat them away? It will save them from being annoying at our door." Jian Xi asked in a low voice.

"Why do you give it to them? How nice it is to listen to the scriptures without spending money, and to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters!" Zhao Tuo rolled his eyes and said, seeing that Wang Yong was determined not to give, so he stopped Nonsense, it's time to watch the fun.

In a surrounding area of ​​more than ten miles, there were not many rich families, and even fewer were willing to give money and rice. As soon as the news spread that the Zhao family had given away money and rice, the night bearders all came to this side, waved away, and the others A dial was picked up immediately, and there was an endless stream. Zhao Tun used two liters of rice per person, a lot of money, and enough Laba porridge. Later, when more people came, he simply asked the kitchen to set up two large pots to cook porridge at the door, but Just ignore those monks.

These few monks are really tenacious. If you don’t give me money, I won’t leave. I’m with you. I don’t believe you dare to disrespect the Buddha in front of everyone, but their mouths are dry and their mouths are worn out. His hands were sore from knocking, his feet were numb from the cold, Zhao Tun just turned a blind eye, listened, and let them toss.

The Zhao family has a large population, and they have to go outside to buy food and clothing. A small market gradually formed in front of their door. After Chenshi, the weather became warmer, and all the shoppers from the nearby villages came out. Slowly increasing, watching the sound of gongs and drums here, idlers also gather around to watch the excitement, and eat a bowl of porridge by the way.

"I tell you guys, people don't want to see you, hurry up, don't be ashamed here!" A guy burped and wiped his mouth after drinking porridge and said in front of the monks.

"Yes, yes, give it and leave!"

"Hey, people's hearts are not old these days, monks want money!"

"Give them some money and forget it, why bother to be serious with them!"

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There was a lot of discussion among the people, some said that Zhao Tun and the others were picky, and they were reluctant to give up a few dollars, and some said that the monk was greedy, and there was a fuss for a while.

"Brother, don't quarrel with the Buddhas. They have been standing for a long time, so if you give them a few dollars, it will be considered a good relationship!" An old lady interjected.

"We'll give it. I'll give you five liters of rice. I still want money. If I don't give it, I'll just block the door and refuse to leave. It's not necessary. It's obviously blackmailing us!" Jianxi quickly explained.

"Then it's your fault. If someone gives it, just leave. Why block the door of others!" the old lady persuaded several monks.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. This family is stubborn and will be condemned by the gods. I will save him for a while!" The monk holding the Buddha statue said the Buddha's name. He saw that a group of beggars could eat porridge and get money. He had been holding his breath for a long time, but people ignored him, so he had nothing to do, but now he caught someone to talk to, and finally couldn't bear to speak out.

"What are you talking about? Who is condemned by the gods? I see you bald donkeys are going to die!" Jianxi knew that the prince only left the palace because he was called a monster. The monk's words hit their pain points. How could he Can you not be angry, jump out and curse.

"If you don't believe in or respect Buddha, you will go to Avici Hell and you will never be born again!" the monk said with wide eyes, not to be outdone.

"Yeah, play tricks on us!" Monk Jian Xikan's words became more and more ugly, and he jumped up angrily, "Pan Long, Xue Feng, drive these bald donkeys away!" He shouted shouted at the door,

As soon as the happy words fell, two muscular and murderous men walked out of the mansion, "Whoever dares to make trouble here, I'll make his shit out!" Overwhelming everyone's voices, the front of the door was immediately quiet.

"It's just these few monks who blackmailed our house and dare to insult the second master!" Jianxi pointed to a few monks and said.

"Dare to scold the second master, you are tired of living!" Pan Long and the others have entertained them with good wine and good food every day since they arrived in the mansion, and they have not used them before. The monk was frightened when he saw them coming out. He didn't expect that they didn't care about them just now, not because they couldn't offend them.

"Stop it, what are you competing with these monks!" Zhao Tang saw it at this moment, and hurriedly stopped them.

"They dare to scold Second Master, they just deserve to be beaten!" Xue Fengweng said in a low voice.

"Hey, the dog bit a person, how can we bite back!" said Zhao Tang, waving the porridge spoon.

"Haha, the second master is right, I'll give them a break today!" Pan Long laughed and retreated behind him, and the people around saw a kid talking funny, so they all laughed too, and the monks were so angry Shaking, but seeing the two strong men dare not do it.

"Hey, what do you say you are doing wrong? You have to be a monk, you can't even marry a wife, and now you can be a monk, don't not learn well, don't eat fast and chant Buddha in the temple, you are like the rascals who eat the king's meal! "

"Little benefactor, we are forming good karma and saving sentient beings. How can we... be scoundrels?" A monk saw Zhao Tama's 'harmony' and boldly distinguished.