You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 36 Five Ghosts Moving Wealth
There is a town at the foot of Anming Temple Mountain. The town originally had no name, but later when Anming Temple became famous far and wide, the town was called Anming Town.

This place is the closest to the Qingzhou Pass and was originally a transit point for trade between Qingzhou and Xuzhou. The townspeople were very rich, but after the famine in Xuzhou, people there couldn't even get enough food to eat, let alone come here with cloth and venison to trade for live fish and rice.

The people in the town could only start doing business as passers-by, or gather a few brave rich businessmen to sell grain to Xuzhou.

When Zuo Chen and his companions drove the donkey cart into the town, they found it quite lively. Walking along the street, they saw people selling rice, cloth, and candied haws, as well as fortune-telling stalls on the street.

Its level of noise is certainly not comparable to that of Qingzhou City, but it has its own unique flavor.

While walking on the road, Zuo Chen saw Caiyi drooling at the candied haws, so he went up to the vendor, paid a few copper coins, and bought two strings of hawthorns and a string of jujubes.

He gave the hawthorn to Caiyi and ate the jujube himself. The sugar coating was made from coarse sugar, and it tasted a little astringent and dry in the mouth. It was not too delicious, but it was definitely not bad.

"Shopkeeper, there are a lot of people in our town."

After Zuo Chen chewed two pieces of jujube, he asked the vendor in front of him. The vendor was counting money, and when he heard Zuo Chen's question, he immediately smiled:

"Of course, thanks to the Anming Temple on the mountain, all the wealthy lords around here will come and burn incense. It is impossible for them to buy another property in the town, so they will live in the nearby post station. When they come out to hang out, we can earn money.

"In addition, the temple will also have some spare money to give away. Look at the farmland at the foot of the mountain. Those are all fields of Anming Temple. We rent them out to farmers in the surrounding areas. When the wheat is ripe, we remove the husks, send 70% to the temple, and keep 30% for our own use. We are still quite wealthy."

My goodness, this place is still in the infancy of tourism.

Zuo Chen thought to himself, looking towards the mountain not far away.

On the top of the mountain, the temple was emitting golden light, and it looked like the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.

But after Zuo Chen stared at it for two seconds, his brows furrowed.

Ghostly!

There's actually a ghost in this temple?!
And this time the ghostly aura seemed even stronger, almost catching up with the bighead carp in the river.

It has been a week since Zuo Chen came down from the mountain and entered the world. He can roughly figure out that the fathead fish is considered a capable person in Daliang today. He can stir up trouble and cause harm to others in the right place.

The same was true of the ghostly aura in the temple, but Zuo Chen couldn't see what was wrong with the lives of the townspeople around him.

Seeing that the sun was gradually moving down the mountain, it was estimated that in a short while the yin and yang would be separated. After calculating the time, Zuo Chen drove his donkey to the foot of the mountain.

When the time comes, they will tie the donkey at the foot of the mountain and go up the mountain. Zuo Chen will also be able to see what the ghostly aura in the temple on the mountain is all about.

It's a pity that he hasn't developed his supernatural power of seeing and hearing in all directions, otherwise he would be able to tell whether the temple is bright and beautiful, or hidden in filth with just a breeze.

……

Monk Xuanmi was sitting in the main hall. The entire temple was now closed to visitors and would not be receiving people coming to burn incense for the time being.

No monk dared to go into the main hall to spy on Monk Xuanmi, so they all gathered around the five thin bald men who were carrying Xuanmi's sedan chair, asking questions left and right, under the pretext of discussing Buddhism, but actually wanting to test Xuanmi's background.

But after they had eaten five bowls of rice, they stopped talking. The leader asked for a guest room, and the five of them went in and fell asleep. It was obvious that they were exhausted from carrying the rice up the mountain.
In this way, An Yi and An Er naturally could not ask the prince's thoughts, and it was even more difficult to guess how the retainers would get in.

They could only sit face to face in the side hall, dumbfounded at each other.

"Brother, have we entered the doorway of King Kang?" "How should I know?" An Yi rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, Master Xuanmi can't leave tomorrow morning. It's too late now. We can't rush in to ask the master. Let's just be quiet and wait."

"It can only be the."

An Er sighed.

The two men were talking in the inner room and had no idea that the five monks who were sleeping in the upper room had all opened their eyes.

They were all in pain and struggled for a while, then opened their mouths wide, and another slightly smaller version of themselves crawled out of their mouths, with red skin, a very long tongue, a hunched back, and a round belly.

Five weird little monks fell to the ground, chatted with each other for a while, and then hit it off. Each of them grabbed a handful of rice in his hand, searched for it, and ran out of the house.

The five of them had very clear goals: one went to the rice room, one went to the warehouse, and another went to the Sutra Library. The remaining two searched the entire yard and finally found a hidden room under the temple.

He went to the rice house, took out a cloth bag, and scooped from under each rice jar. After scooping out all the rice, he added yellow soil in. He closed the lid, and there was white rice inside again.

But if someone scoops out a bowl and steams it in a pot, all they can get is a large mound of earth.

Those who went to the storehouse looted all the small items, tied them up in a large cloth bag, put them through a small bamboo stick, put them on their shoulders, and left as if they were carrying a load.

The man in the Sutra Repository had no idea about the various Buddhist scriptures. He turned around here and there but couldn't find any treasure. He became very anxious and angry. Finally, he had no choice but to take down the green lamp in front of the desk.

Finally, there were two little ghosts in the basement. As soon as they arrived here, they saw the room full of gold, silver and treasures, and their eyes lit up!

I moved everything out one by one with all my strength, and it took me seven trips back and forth before I finished moving all the things!

After all this trouble, no one in the temple noticed. The monks were still doing their own things, some preparing to rest, some eating vegetarian food and chanting. The kitchen staff did not prepare any midnight snacks tonight, so they naturally did not know that some idlers had emptied the rice jar.

These little ghosts moved all the things into the main hall and stuffed them into the bowl in front of Xuanmi one by one.

Even those seemingly large objects would shrink and squeeze into the bowl after being placed on it, and finally sink into the sea of ​​rice, disappearing without even a bubble.

After moving for a long time, the five little ghosts stuffed everything into the bowl and then bowed to Xuanmi in a funny way. Xuanmi snorted coldly and threw the rice that the temple had just prepared to them.

They cheered and started to eat the rice grains on the ground like hungry ghosts.

After dealing with the imp who was carrying the things, Xuanmi stared at the bowl in front of him with satisfaction.

"What King Kang gave us is really a good thing! The little rice bowl can actually hold so many things. The magical power left by the capital is really amazing."

Only after making sure that he had looted everything around him did Xuan Mi close his eyes.

……

Zuo Chen and Cai Yi had already arrived at the gate of Anming Temple, but when they arrived, the temple door was closed and there was no intention of opening it.

Out of curiosity, I looked at the time again. It was clearly still afternoon and not yet dusk, so why was the gate of the mountain temple still closed?
Zuo Chen stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)