White Bone Monkey King

Man Mo Temple at night.

Return to silence.

It’s as lively as the crowds during the day.

A sharp contrast.

do not know why.

In addition to Taoist temples and monk temples, some private temples always give Jin'an an uneasy and gloomy feeling at night.

Regardless of past life.

Still now.

Anyway, it made him feel uncomfortable.

If you follow what the elders of the folk say, temples are not temples. The incense temples built by the folk themselves are most likely to hide dirt and worship evil spirits of unknown origin.

And these wild gods are not orthodox gods.

They are all transformed into demons, monsters, and mandrills, and then they deceive the ignorant people and cause harm to the countryside. They want to eat boys, girls, or young girls to protect their peace.

This kind of evil behavior is not a righteous god at first glance.

Jin An Hun'er drifted to the vicinity of Wen Mo Temple and saw that although Wen Mo Temple was quiet at night, there were many lanterns lit outside the temple and many Yamen officers were patrolling.

Although these government officials are martial arts practitioners.

But they are ordinary people who have only practiced martial arts for three or two feet, and their qi and blood are not strong enough to affect Jin'an.

After all, Jin An is also a person who possesses the Six Ding Liujia Talisman.

There are twelve righteous gods covering it.

There is someone above me!

It's the righteous God!

Not a wild god!

Is it comparable to ordinary souls leaving the body? Jin An even straightened his waist.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual about the Man Mo Temple shrouded in the night. Even at night, the incense in the Man Mo Temple is still strong and the lights are bright, as bright as day.

During the daytime today, Jin An had already learned from Li Yanchu that there was an ever-burning lamp in Wenwu Temple that would never go out.

The ever-burning lamp here is naturally not the kind of whale oil ever-burning lamp in the mausoleum.

The wisdom of the ancients was profound and profound, and they had already invented the principle of the ever-lasting lamp. In the stone-carved lotus lantern tower, a double-layer mechanism was set up to allow the lamp oil to be burned, cooled, and recycled repeatedly.

Although this is not a permanent light in the true sense.

But staying on all night is no problem.

At daybreak, the ever-burning lamp was extinguished.

Knowing that there was something wrong with the Qingqianliu in the Wen Mo Temple, Jin An would not be so reckless as to go in directly, unless he was acting stupidly.

Jin An observed around the Wen Mo Temple, and then found a place with the best view. His spirit began to rise, and he planned to take advantage of the empty terrain he found to see the inside and outside of the Wen Mo Temple at a glance.

He has measured the terrain.

The open terrain we are looking for right now allows us to see the location of Qingqianliu.

And the two are hundreds of feet apart.

Enough for him to watch from a distance cautiously.

Jin An endured the turbid air of the night, his soul floating higher and higher. He first saw the ever-burning lights in the Wen Mo Temple.

These everlasting lanterns are like stars, illuminating the terrain and temples in Man Mo Temple.

At the same time, Qingqian Liu was also illuminated.

There is nothing unusual about the green money willows at night, just like those seen during the day, with the breeze blowing gently and the branches swaying gently.

Ding ding ding——

The wishing bamboo plaques hung on the branches jingled in the night wind, as crisp and sweet as wind chimes.

"Um?"

Jin An's eyes moved and he stared under the canopy of the Qingqian Liu tree.

The bright moon is in the sky.

The moonlight shines down.

Under the green money willow, in front of a desk, an old Confucian scholar wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, with a strong sense of uprightness and a strong iron frame, was writing and painting at a fast pace in front of the desk.

Seeing this middle-aged Confucian scholar, Jin An suddenly remembered a poem——

Who can argue with the scholar's loyalty? Even if the bones are rotten, this thought should still exist.

The righteousness in this old Confucian scholar's words really fit the occasion.

Jin An looked at the upright old Confucian scholar who was concentrating on writing madly under the willow tree, and frowned. Unfortunately, he was too far away and could not clearly see what the old Confucian scholar was writing madly.

A hundred feet away, Jin An stared at it for a while, then quietly turned around and floated away.

Naturally, he would not commit suicide by visiting the Man Mo Temple at night.

And then put yourself in danger.

Moreover, it was the first time tonight that the soul had been out of the body for so long. Even though there were six Ding Liujia talismans to warm and nourish the soul, it was still a little exhausted after all.

Jin An floated back to his residence.

But his soul didn't return immediately.

Instead, he started to find all the copper coins on his body... Fortunately, he didn't have much loose money on him, and the old Taoist priest was really poor. Adding up all the copper coins on the two of them, no copper coin blades were found.

According to Jin An's guess.

Those copper coin leaves can only be seen when the soul is out of the body, and cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Otherwise, Taoist or Buddhist experts who were passing by would have noticed something unusual in Chang County.

But among the masters who can leave the body and freely roam between heaven and earth, who would leave the body with their soul idle every day, and use their soul to stare at an inconspicuous copper coin and carefully examine it?

After checking all the copper coins in the room and seeing that there were no abnormalities, Jin An put the Liuding Liujia Talisman back into his physical palm.

Then the spirit returns.

After returning to his soul, Jin An's eyes were closed in his physical body. When he stood up, he felt violent dizziness, listless, and his face turned slightly pale.

Jin An understands.

My soul was frightened and hurt, so I felt particularly mentally exhausted.

So this night.

Jin An has been holding the Liuding Liujia Talisman, carefully studying it, and observing the rhythm of the Twelve Righteous Gods on it.

When the rooster crows and dawn breaks on the next day, Jin'an puts away the Six Ding Liujia Talisman.

After a night of observing Shinto and nourishing his energy and spirit, he became vigorous again and returned to normal.

Jin An's eyes were filled with joy.

It was really a wise move for him to seal the Six Ding Liujia Talisman this time.

It gave him surprises one after another.

The old Taoist priest took a good nap, and when he woke up he was full of energy and started clamoring to go to the Man Mo Temple early in the morning to set up a stall to sell his yellow talismans.

Before the old Taoist priest was about to go out, Jin An approached the old Taoist priest. Jin An stopped the old Taoist priest and told him not to go to Wenwu Temple to set up a stall today.

Jin An’s reason is simple.

"Old Taoist, I'll cover all your yellow talismans."

"Don't go to Man Mo Temple to set up a stall and sell yellow talismans today."

Before Jin An could wait for the old Taoist priest to answer, he had already paid three taels of silver in advance. These three taels of silver were enough to buy all the yellow talismans on the old Taoist priest's body.

Naturally, Jin An would not argue with the old Taoist priest.

Although the old Taoist priest was shocked, Jin An's generosity made the old Taoist smile beamingly with joy. He narrowed his eyes so much that he could hardly see them anymore.

The old Taoist priest didn't like Wen Mo Temple at first, and now he can get rid of all the yellow talismans without being exposed to wind, sun or rain. He is very happy, very happy.

"Little brother, I am also a rich man now. Let's go, little brother, I will treat you to two soup dumplings." The old Taoist priest held three taels of silver in his hand, and he suddenly felt that he was the only one in the world, and he was very confident in what he said.

Jin was happy.

"Old Taoist, why don't you ask me why I suddenly bought all your yellow talismans and why I stopped you from going to Man Mo Temple?"

The old Taoist blinked at Jin An: "I have been running around in the world for most of my life. Although I don't understand the great principles written by scholars in books, and even though I have read them for more than a month, I still haven't found any gold in the books of scholars. I am an old Taoist. Common people only know one extremely vulgar truth. Don't ask for the truth. Even if father and son have a deep love, they will turn against each other. It's rare to be confused in life."

"If you want to say something, little brother, you don't need to ask me. Little brother, you will take the initiative to tell me. If you don't tell me now, it's just that the time has not come yet."

The old Taoist priest said that he had already gone out, and hurriedly urged Jin An to leave quickly. It was a temple fair now, and there were many tourists from other places. It would be too late to wait, and I'm afraid there would be no empty seats at the early stalls.

Jin An looked at the restless old Taoist priest and felt that the reason why the old Taoist had been able to survive so peacefully for so many years might not be because of his own abilities, but because he had already seen through the human heart and the complicated world of things!

Sophisticated people.

Live like a man.

Jin An has just finished praising the old Taoist priest. Wait, what kind of deep love between father and son is there?

Why do I always feel like the old Taoist priest is deliberately taking advantage of me?

In fact, it's not that Jin An doesn't want to tell the old Taoist. What he saw last night is mainly because he hasn't figured out how to tell the old Taoist.

The soul leaves the body and travels all the way through the night. This is no longer the ability of ordinary Qi practitioners!

After all, he has too many secrets, so he needs to be careful with his words.

Knowing that the old Taoist priest was taking advantage of him, Jin An started arguing and arguing with the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest was just like an old boy or an old naughty boy. He was young at heart and always liked to hang out with young people. When the old and young couple finished feeding the greedy sheep tied in the yard and were about to open the door and go out to find food, they didn't expect someone to visit them so early in the morning.

Crunch——

When the old wooden courtyard door opened from the inside, Feng Baotou, who was about to knock on the door, was stunned for a moment, then saluted Jin An and the old Taoist priest: "Master Jin An, Taoist Chen What a coincidence, are you about to go out for breakfast?"

"It just so happens that Feng hasn't had breakfast yet. He has been busy with you two for the office these days. Today Feng will treat Master Jin An and Daochang Chen to a meal."

"Deshan Tower? Babaoji?"

The old Taoist priest has always been obsessed with the delicious flavor of Babao Chicken.

Feng Captou smiled bitterly: "It's still early and Deshan Building is not open for business yet."

After the three of them found a secluded, clean breakfast stall that only locals knew and didn't have too many noisy foreign tourists and sat down, Jin An looked at Feng Baotou, who looked haggard and had big dark circles under his eyes, and asked: "Feng Baotou" The head catcher didn't sleep all night last night, and he spent all day yesterday searching the address on the stone tablet at the bottom of the river?"

"Exactly, because of the Qingshui Gang case, I haven't slept for two days and two nights. It seems that not only others can see it, but even Young Master Jin An can see that I am not in a good mental state."

Feng Baotou rubbed his temples, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said tiredly: "It seems that after the temple fair is over, Feng will ask for leave from the Yamen and take a good rest for a while."

Feng Captou is too tired.

It's a little nerve-wracking.

Jin An: "After searching all day yesterday, Capt. Feng found what he was looking for?"

Feng Captou took a deep breath: "We have found it."

Jin An was surprised: "All of them?"

Feng Baotou solemnly nodded: "All of them."

Hiss!

The old Taoist priest interjected: "Are you going to raze half of Chang County to the ground?"

"What do these people want to do?"

The old Taoist priest's words caused Jin An and Feng Baotou to fall into a brief silence.

Fortunately.

The conspiracy of the mastermind failed.

Otherwise, people will really be devastated by then.

After a moment of silence, Jin An asked again: "What did County Magistrate Zhang say?"

Feng Captou thought for a moment, and then replied: "County Magistrate Zhang has sent two teams of people, one by water and one by land, to rush to Fucheng to report the matter."

for this answer.

Jin An was not surprised.

After all, it involves a gunpowder case, and it does need to be reported to higher-level administrative units.

Jin An looked at Feng Baotou, who had a tired look on his face: "Feng Baotou suddenly visited me and Lao Dao this morning, but what happened?"

Faced with Jin An's words, Feng Captou shook his head: "That's not true. This time, one major case after another was involved. Feng suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. He couldn't meditate or fall asleep, so he wanted to find someone. Talking alone makes me feel depressed, but I searched all over Quanchang County and found no one worthy of close acquaintance with whom I could talk about the secrets in my heart... In the end, without knowing it, I came to the residence of Mr. Jin An and Daochang Chen."

"What Feng Baotou said is wrong. Why do I think that Feng Baotou thinks that my little brother and Lao Taoist me are doing Gou Lan? If you are not in a good mood, why do you come to Gou Lan to listen to misunderstandings?"

The old Taoist priest just finished saying, kick! Kick!

Jin An and the old Taoist priest both moved the bench they were sitting on, a few steps away from Feng Battou, and looked at Feng Battou in shock.

I didn’t expect you, Feng Captou, to be this kind of person!

Mr. Feng, please respect yourself!

Feng Baotou was stunned, and then he quickly defended himself with a dark face.

It wasn't until the morning stall owner brought a few baskets of steamed buns that Jin An and the old Taoist priest sat back down. While eating, Jin An asked seemingly casually: "Feng Captou, how long have you been working in Chang County? How long have you been working in Chang County?" Year time?"

"How much does Feng Captou know about Man Mo Temple?"

"Do you know in detail what happened to Qing Qian Liu in Man Mo Temple ten years ago?"

Feng Baotou took a bite of the meat buns and drank a bowl of warm soy milk to warm himself up. He then thought: "Ten years ago, Feng was just a young martial artist and was not on duty in Chang County. Feng was a soldier until recently." In 2007, because the new magistrate of Chang County took office and the government office was short of manpower, the government transferred Feng to Chang County as a head catcher."

"Feng doesn't know much about Wen Mo Temple and what happened ten years ago. He only knows it when he takes office as the county magistrate. By the way, Capt. Zhao should also know about it. Capt. Zhao is a local in Chang County. Ten years ago, Capt. Zhao Capt. Zhao should know about it."

While Feng was thinking and recalling more memories, he continued to answer: "Although Feng is not very clear about Qingqianliu, out of curiosity about Qingqianliu a few years ago, I also checked the county annals and According to the documents, this Qingqianliu seems to be involved in several dynasties."

"How many dynasties ago?" Jin An was surprised, but it was reasonable.

The Qingqian Liu tree is thousands of years old.

If we really talk about it, in a thousand years, some dynasties with short dragon veins and Qi can already change three or four dynasties.

"According to the records in the county annals, a few dynasties ago in Chang County, there was a great scholar who was not only knowledgeable but also good at riding and shooting. He died in battle to expel foreign invasion. It seems that the establishment of Wenwu Temple is related to this great scholar. , is regarded as a noble person by the people."

"But after all, this matter has been in the past for a long time, and things that happened a few dynasties ago were only vaguely mentioned, so Feng only knows so much."

A great scholar?

The sky cannot die, the earth cannot bury it, the world of Jie Zhi cannot be defiled, and no one but a great Confucian can stand.

In this world, there are not many people who can be worthy of the title of Great Confucian...

Mentioning Confucian scholars, Jin An thought of the many things he saw when his soul left his body last night, so he asked: "Feng Capt., did the Yamen receive a report last night, saying that there was a man in a gambling stall?" Gambler, accidentally fell and died suddenly?"

Feng Captou glanced at Jin An in surprise: "It does happen."

"But this case was not handled by me. When Feng returned to the Yamen this morning to report on his work, he only overheard several Yamen talking about it in casual conversation."

"Why, Mr. Jin An knew the deceased?"

Jin An took a deep breath.

really.

I saw last night that the leaves of copper coins absorb all the Yang Qi and soul of people. It’s not a lie!

The three of them ate several cages of steamed buns, but they couldn't afford much money. In the end, it was the copper coins paid by Jin An. These copper coins were naturally clean copper coins.

Not black money.

…

After leaving the morning stall, the three of them did not go back to their residence immediately, but changed their route to the city wall first.

While eating steamed buns, Jin An had already asked Feng Baotou that every city gate in Chang County did have a holding device on the tower, which was a Tai Chi Bagua mirror.

Then Jin An proposed to Feng Baotou that he wanted to take a look at these town tools in Chang County in person.

Feng Baotou did not doubt that he had it.

He now trusts Young Master Jin An even more than Magistrate Xin Zhang. After all, Young Master Jin An has saved his life many times. As the saying goes, saving a life is like rebirthing one's own parents. What's more, Young Master Jin An has saved his life several times. Although every time I follow Mr. Jin An, I always get more injured...

After checking all the towers, it turned out that Jin An had guessed them all.

Those suppressive devices have all been splashed with filthy black water, and their spirituality has been lost.

When Feng Captou saw these suppressants that had been maliciously poured with sewage, he was very angry. However, due to different responsibilities, the soldiers in these towers were not in charge of him, so Feng Captou was helpless.

The soldiers were indifferent and impatient about the destruction of the weapon.

Looking at the backs of the three people who left, the soldiers guarding the city gate looked puzzled.

"Nosy, isn't it just a mirror? If it gets dirty, just wipe it clean with a piece of cloth. It's not a very valuable thing. It makes it seem like we brothers who are guarding the city gate in the scorching sun, wind and rain every day. It seems so easy.”

"There is nothing in this world that is not dirty."

The soldiers were chewing people's tongue behind their backs.

In folk mythology, when such people die and go to hell, they will go to tongue-plucking hell.

"The human heart is unpredictable. It is difficult to guard against it day and night." The old Taoist priest suddenly shook his head and said with emotion.

"How do you say this, Chief Chen?" Capt. Feng asked if he had any questions, and he was not ashamed to ask.

He is not the kind of person who is obsessed with saving face.

The old Taoist priest then explained: "These weapons are usually sinister, dirty, and people of evil ways cannot get close to them, but ordinary people with nothing but poverty are the most vulnerable to them."

"Those artifacts were destroyed by ordinary people throwing filth on them."

When Feng Baotou heard this, he was both shocked and angry: "Could it be that someone was eating the inside out?"

The old Taoist priest just clicked on it.

Nothing is said.

How can a wandering Taoist priest like him be qualified to comment on the affairs of the local government.

Therefore, this is also why the old Taoist priest did not mention this matter when he was in the tower before, and did not mention it to Feng Captou until after he left.

It’s hard to guard against villains.

On the way back, Jin An asked Feng Baotou to help him check, where did those suppressive devices come from?

Let’s see if there is still a chance to repair it, or ask for these Tai Chi Bagua mirrors again.

Apart from this, Jin An and the old Taoist priest were powerless.

There was only so much he could do for Chang County.

"Master Jin'an, are those Tai Chi Bagua mirrors hanging on the towers really useful?"

Jin An did not tell Feng Captou what happened last night.

He can't say that I broke one of the Tai Chi Bagua mirrors on your city tower, so I was able to find out that there was something wrong with the Changxian Zhenji?

Then he is really great.

Seeing Jin An nodding, Feng Baotou already understood, with a solemn look on his face, and planned to pay more attention to this matter himself.

There were no accidents along the way, and we returned directly to Jin'an's residence.

However, looking at the bustling Changxian Temple Fair, the crowded streets and bustling streets, Jin'an was a little worried along the way.

"The Man Mo Temple incident has been going on for ten years."

"It will never be solved overnight. This matter must be decided before taking action."

"It seems that I have to leave my body again tonight to find the two shady agents last night and ask about Wen Mo Temple and Qing Qian Liu..."

"If there are evil spirits causing chaos and disturbing the order of the Yang world, these Yin and Cao underworld servants should have the responsibility to maintain the order of Yin and Yang."

Jin An thought to himself, having already made a decision.

If even the underworld can't solve the problem, and the disease in Chang County is too serious, the only option is to ask Magistrate Zhang to suspend the temple fair in advance, and then cut down the Qingqian Liu or directly blow up the Wenwu Temple.

Regardless of whether Magistrate Zhang will listen to his advice, he will take Lao Dao and the goat with him and run as far as he can. Anyway, he will never set foot in Chang County again in this life.

It just so happened that the Chang County government found a large amount of privately hidden gunpowder yesterday, and there was no shortage of gunpowder for the temple bombing.

However, Jin An has another doubt in his mind...

"It seems that I'll ask those two undercover men tonight to find out." Jin An looked thoughtful and thought to himself.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the formula of highly toxic paraquat. If there is paraquat, it can be mixed into the water used to water the trees with the help of paraquat's colorless and odorless properties, secretly watering the willows to death without anyone noticing.

Nothing can't be killed by a bucket of paraquat.

If there is.

Then pour a hundred buckets of water!

Paraquat itself is a colorless and odorless transparent liquid. Later, in order to prevent people from accidentally taking it, odorants and emetics were added.

Feng Baotou sat in the yard for a while, and after marveling at the fat and strong goat tied in the yard, Feng Baotou said goodbye.

But before leaving, Feng Baotou mentioned another matter to the old Taoist priest: "Master Chen, I wonder if you have any extra talismans to ward off evil spirits and yellow talismans. I would like to buy some T-shirts from Master Chen for peace of mind."

The old Taoist priest looked embarrassed when Feng Captou wanted to buy the yellow talisman.

Chief Feng was puzzled.

Jin An, who was standing aside, smiled and said, "How many coppers does Captain Feng have in his hand?"

"It's better to buy a few more."

"One penny and one yellow charm."

Jin'an sold the yellow talisman at this price, which was a total loss. It was half sold and half given away.

Feng Captou looked at Jin An in surprise, and then at the old Taoist priest. For a moment, the monk was a little confused. What kind of show was this?

These days, Taoist priests have stopped selling Taoist talismans.

Instead, martial arts practitioners have switched to selling Taoist talismans?

"In some Taoist temples outside Chang County, which are said to be very efficacious, a consecrated yellow talisman can be sold for five to ten cents. Mr. Jin'an doesn't need to take care of you and me, so he sells it to me at a loss, dear." If you still want to settle the score, brother, just sell me a yellow talisman for ten cents."

"Master Jin An, please stop insisting, otherwise Feng would rather not give up. Feng is not the kind of person who likes to pursue petty profits."

Feng Baotou is upright and upright.

Jin An gave Feng a thumbs up.

The old Taoist priest was busy when he heard that Feng Baotou actually offered him ten cents to buy him a yellow talisman, and he suddenly felt heartbroken and beat his chest.

Jin An was amused by the old Taoist priest.

But people like Feng Baotou who spend a lot of money are in the minority after all.

If someone is really willing to pay ten cents to buy talisman water, they must go to the local Taoist temple or Buddhist temple where the incense is effective. Who would get kicked in the head by buying a talisman water from a wandering Taoist priest like you? Or is it the talisman's talisman?

It doesn't mean that the old Taoist priest's yellow talisman is necessarily invalid.

Mainly, it’s human nature.

brand effect.

Shopping is still popular in century-old stores.

When Jin An took all the copper coins handed over by Feng Baotou, thirty-six cents, he asked Feng Baotou to wait for him for a while, and then he went into the house to get the yellow talisman.

He bought thousands of yellow talismans from the old Taoist priest. The exact number is not clear yet. He directly wrapped them with three taels of silver, so he definitely couldn't carry all these yellow talismans with him.

That was a sack of yellow talismans.

When Jin An held the thirty-six cents given by Feng Baotou in his hand, he untied the hemp rope that tied the mouth of the sack and reached out to take out the yellow talisman in the sack.

When he was about to get five yellow talismans for Feng Captou, a magical scene happened.

An evil-fighting talisman that accidentally touched a copper coin in his palm burned itself without fire. At the same time, a copper coin with no abnormality in Jin An's hand turned into a copper coin leaf under his eyes.

But the copper coin leaves were already withered and yellow at this time, as if the moisture had been dried by the fire. They withered, curled up, and lost all moisture.

Jin An's head rose again with the sense of the avenue!

Qi gazing!

Yin De——

Eight hundred, five, nine!

Finally breaking the fifty-eight mark, it’s now fifty-nine!

Jin An was stunned at first.

Then happy.

Thick, thick, thick!

Then he tried again one by one, but this time no copper coins were destroyed and turned into withered leaves.

But soon, another question puzzled Jin An.

Jin An frowned: "Why is this happening?"

"Willow trees are divided into yang trees and yin trees..."

"Qingqianliu was magical one night..."

"Obviously it is a yang tree green money willow that grows in open terrain, with sufficient sunshine, and is the source of incense from hundreds of families. However, ten years ago, it suddenly mutated overnight into a yin wood green money willow that eats people's souls... one yin and one yang, could it be that they are the same thing? Is it related to this?”

"During the day, is it Yang Qian that has withstood the hands of hundreds of families?"

"At night, is it the money that eats human souls?"

"Yes, copper coins also have a yang side and a yin side, a front with words and a back without words, a yang and a yin!"

The more Jin An thought about it, the clearer his thinking became.

Suddenly enlightenment occurred.

After thinking about all this, Jin An looked down at the more than 2,000 yellow talismans in a sack, and then looked up in the direction of the Wenwu Temple Fair.

After seeing off Feng Captou, Jin An looked for the old Taoist priest with a serious face.

"Old Taoist, I'm going to the temple fair to set up a stall to make money."

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest expressed disbelief: "Brother, please stop me. You just stopped me from setting up a stall at Wen Mo Temple this morning."

Jin An said very seriously: "Men must make good money. Don't worry all day about whether a woman loves you or not. The phoenix will come, and the flowers and butterflies will come."

Old Taoist priest: "?"

Old Taoist priest: "Little brother, can you speak human language?"

Jin An's tone was very firm: "I must go to the temple fair to set up a stall to make money."

"Little brother, have you thought about what to sell at the stall? Not to mention that Feng Captou spent ten cents to buy a yellow talisman from my little brother. My little brother is planning to run away carrying a sack of yellow talismans that I sold to you. If you go to Man Mo Temple and sell them for ten cents a piece, you can make the difference, right?"

"Captain Feng is willing to spend ten cents to buy you a yellow talisman out of love. Little brother, wake up, no one else will spend ten cents to buy you a yellow talisman."

The old Taoist priest twisted his beard and said that he felt it was necessary to wake up the dreamer with a few words. The little brother really didn't have a business mind.

Jin An tilted his head and looked at the old Taoist priest: "Who said I went to sell yellow talismans?"

"I really want to make money!"

"I'm going to the temple fair to set up a stall and recycle a large amount of second-hand copper coins. The larger the quantity, the better!"

After hearing what Jin An said, the old Taoist priest's mouth opened wide. He was so surprised that he couldn't control the strength of twirling his beard with his hands.

Click.

A beard was torn off by the old Taoist priest, which caused the old Taoist priest to hiss and breathe cold air.

"Little brother, you don't have a fever today and are you talking nonsense?"

Jin An had already demonstrated his determination to make money with practical actions. He began to find all the banknotes and banknotes, and planned to go to the bank to exchange some broken silver and loose money later.

He was not joking with the old Taoist priest.

He really went to recycle a lot of second-hand copper coins.

He really wants to make money.

Jin An removed a piece of wood from his home, found pen and ink, polished it, and then crazily wrote the advertisement he had already thought of on the board.

The old Taoist priest had torn off a beard and his jaw muscles were still throbbing with pain. While rubbing his chin, he curiously poked his head over to see what Jin An had written.

As a result, when he saw the recycling price ratio of second-hand copper coins written on the wooden board, there was a click, and the old Taoist priest tore off another beard on his chin.

Hiss! it hurts!

But the heartache far outweighs the physical pain!

"It's over, crazy, crazy!"

"Little brother, you are definitely going to lose money!"

"Little brother, please don't think too hard. How can you make money here? You, the stupid son of a wealthy family, are going to give money to others!"

The old Taoist priest felt sorry for money, so he hugged Jin An and refused to let Jin An go out to lose money and do business.

"Little brother, are you possessed by evil spirits? That's not right. Little brother, your forehead is not hot, and you are talking nonsense when you don't have a fever! Then how come you can't even tell the difference between making money and losing money!"

Jin An was angry at the old Taoist priest who hung on him like a koala and wouldn't let him go out to "make money", but he also knew that the old Taoist priest cared about him, and he felt warm in his heart.

"Old Dao, you come down first."

"I don't!"

"Old Taoist, please be obedient. Come down first. We can talk slowly if we have anything to say."

"No! No matter what I say today, I will stop you from paying for it, little brother."

"Old Taoist, you hit me!"

Old Taoist priest: "?"

Old Taoist priest: "!"