Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The old monk held the money box and walked quickly to the backyard of his home. No one chased him and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shiqing, what's going on!"

The poetic and the eloquent all laughed secretly when they saw the old monk's furtive look.

"Master, the master said that this is the money he got from selling poems."

"Impossible! Absolutely possible!"

"It's true, Master. Can the Master lie?"

"He doesn't lie? He doesn't lie to the dead!"

"Master, where did you get this silver?"

"Well, it's impossible that he got it by selling poems, but it's possible that he got it by selling his butt."

"Master, why don't you believe that the master's poems can be sold for money?"

"Come on, listen to this and see if the poem by that lunatic can be sold. Listen, digging and digging in the tiny nostrils, digging out big boogers and wiping them on the pants, pricking and pricking in the big hospital, pricking tiny needle holes and leaving big scars, pooping and pooping in the really big toilet, pooping really big shit without any splashes. Can this be sold for money? This can be sold for money! This can be sold for money!!!"

Chu Wen recited so many poems, but the old monk only remembered this one.

He didn't mean to memorize it, but the poem was so magical that he couldn't forget it once he heard it, even if he wanted to. Every word and sentence drilled into his mind and was engraved in his mind and refused to come out.

After Shi Qing Hua Yi and Hua Yan Qiao Yu heard this, the four of them laughed so hard that they were shaking with laughter. Hua Yan Qiao Yu even fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.

From then on, Huayanqiaoyu’s favorite song was no longer "The Little Conch Horn".

Poetry: "Hahahahaha... I didn't expect the master's song to be so interesting. The melody and the lyrics are absolutely amazing, hahahaha..."

Hua Yi: "Hahahahahaha... The master is really talented, he can even compose this song, hahahahaha..."

Hua Yan: "Hahahahaha... I can't laugh anymore, I can't laugh anymore, the master picked his nose, why did he wipe it on his pants, hahahahaha..."

Qiao Yu: “Hahahahaha… I’m dying of laughter, I’m dying of laughter, the master’s poop is made into a song, what are you thinking, ahahahahaha…”

The old monk waited until the four guys had laughed enough, then asked with a straight face, "Can this be sold for money?"

Shi Qing suppressed her laughter and replied, "Master, the master sells poetry, not this."

The old monk frowned and asked, "The one with Azure Dragon on the left and White Tiger on the right?"

Huayi was very interested when he heard this, and asked quickly, "What are the Azure Dragon on the Left and the White Tiger on the Right? Please tell me quickly, Master."

The old monk saw that the four people were looking at him eagerly, so he said:

"He said that there was a Azure Dragon on his left, a White Tiger on his right, an old ox at his waist, and a dragon head at his chest. If a god stood in his way, he would kill the god; if a Buddha stood in his way, he would kill the Buddha."

After hearing this, Shi Qing Hua Yi secretly praised his master's masculine spirit and felt that he had followed the right person.

Kill gods if they stand in the way; kill Buddhas if they stand in the way. What a heroic spirit!

After hearing this, Hua Yan Qiao Yu felt a sense of security. With such a powerful master, he was no longer afraid of being bullied. The master was not afraid of any gods or Buddhas.

Originally, Chu Wen was just saying these words to cheer Xiu'er up, but the four fairies took them seriously. They all had smiles on their faces and looked very happy.

The old monk was confused: "What are you laughing at? Can this be sold for money?"

Shi Qing smiled and said, "Master, these words cannot be bought with money."

"What? It means it's worthless."

"No, Master, what the Master said cannot be measured by money."

The old monk became more and more confused as he listened: "Tell me, what is the content of the poem he sold?"

The poet smiled faintly, looked towards the direction of the county government office, and said leisurely: "If life could only be like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind make the painted fan sad..."

The old monk listened and counted on his fingers. When a poem was finished, he said with a crooked mouth:

"Fifty-six characters, sold for one thousand taels of silver? Twenty taels per character? Who would be stupid enough to spend twenty taels of silver for one character! Then wouldn't he be rich if he just wrote some characters? Why would he follow me and dig wild vegetables every day?"

The poetic monk smiled at each other and was about to speak sweet words to defend his master when he heard the old monk shout:

"Sweet talk! Tell the truth! Did he pick up this banknote?!"

Hua Yan: "Master, are you trying to cheat?"

Qiao Yu: "Master, you must be trying to cheat. I'm going to tell the master."

This is unfair to the old monk. He really didn't mean to cheat. He just didn't believe it.

After much thought, the only explanation that makes some sense is that the banknote was picked up.

Even so, it cannot explain where all the high-end furniture in the house and the endless delicacies in Chu Wen’s cell came from.

The old monk sat on the cash box, feeling both excited and depressed.

He was anxious to find out the truth, but he didn't believe that Chu Wen's poems could be sold for money. However, the facts were before him, and this matter was beyond his understanding. The old monk was going crazy.

If you don’t understand, just think about Picasso’s paintings.

What the hell is that drawing!

If you pick up a painting on the street and don't know it's a Picasso, and you dare to take it home and hang it on the wall, I will consider you a cruel person.

This is like an old monk picking up a Picasso on the street, but you offer one million taels of silver to buy it.

In his eyes, you are either selling health products or putting up film on underground passages.

……

Shopkeeper Wen ate a quick breakfast and rushed to the county government office to visit the prison with two servants carrying food boxes.

After arriving at cell A, he reported that he wanted to visit Chu Wen, but was told that someone inside was already visiting and the visiting time had not yet arrived, so he needed to wait outside.

After sitting in the cell and waiting for a while, Manager Wen felt bored and started chatting with Prisoner Liu.

After talking for a while, the visitor still hadn't come out, so Manager Wen asked:

"Liu Tou, who is visiting in prison? Why is it taking so long?"

Liu the prisoner threw a peanut into his mouth and said slowly:

"Isn't he your colleague, Master Ma from Chunqiuzhai?"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Wen's face changed drastically. He cried out in surprise and jumped up.

"He's in there!? How long has he been in there!?"

Prisoner Liu squinted his eyes at Shopkeeper Wen and said slowly,

"He went in just as you came in. What's going on? Is Shopkeeper Wen not on good terms with him?"

Manager Wen immediately took out five taels of silver from his sleeve, took two quick steps and stuffed it into the hands of Prisoner Liu.

"Brother Liu, please go in. I have something urgent to do. Please let me in first."

When Liu Laotou looked down, he saw that there was exactly five taels of silver ingot in his hand. He was very surprised. This Chu Wen was really a god of wealth.

"Manager Wen has something urgent to tell you, please go in."

Shopkeeper Wen ran to the prison, but after taking two steps he remembered that he had forgotten to bring his lunch box, so he ran back quickly and snatched the lunch box from the servant.

He trotted along with the food box in his hand, and as soon as he entered the prison, he saw Ma Lin, the owner of Chunqiuzhai, sitting in front of a cell, chatting with someone inside.

Shopkeeper Wen was so anxious that he shouted from a distance, "Haha, brother Yunjin, brother is here to see you."