A ingot of silver

"Naturally recognizes it."

When the old beggar saw that there was a chance, he immediately smiled and said, "Uncle, you don't know. It has been more than a month since the old beggar was thrown around here."

"I wander around here every day. The shopkeepers, guys, people from the inns around me, and even many passers-by. I am the old beggar, I am the Menqing."

The man smiled softly when he heard this, and then said, "Do you know that someone had sent a monk in this inn a few days ago?"

When the old beggar heard this, he immediately thought of Xuanzang and said, "Of course I know!"

"The old beggar not only knows it, but also knows it very well with this monk!"

"oh?"

Hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Then may you invite this monk out for me?"

I have something to ask this monk.”

"Please beggar can ask..." Hearing this, the old beggar immediately showed a hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, the man took out a piece of silver from his arms and put it in the broken bowl, and then said, "If things are done, this is yours."

After saying that, the man took out a ingot of silver from his arms and placed it on the table beside him.

Seeing this, the old beggar's eyes immediately shook.

You know, ordinary families cannot spend a year on this ingot of silver, which can make a family of four live a prosperous life for the whole year!

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Mr.!"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he immediately reached out to get the silver, but the man held a folding fan and opened his hand directly.

"I've said it, I can only give it to you after it's done."

"Oh oh oh oh yes!"

The old beggar suffered pain and immediately pulled his hand back, then looked at the man and smiled, "Uncle, the old beggar will do this for us now."

After saying that, the old beggar turned around and entered the inn behind like a gust of wind.

The rich man saw the old beggar enter, but he smiled slightly, then threw two copper coins on the table, got up and left.

...

In the inn, the old beggar rushed to the second floor like a gust of cold wind and kicked open Xuanzang's door.

At this moment, Xuanzang was eating and drinking, sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating. The door of the room was kicked open by the old beggar, and suddenly he was stunned.

Seeing that it was an old beggar, Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Ami..."

"Oh, monk, stop Amitabha, hurry up and follow me!"

The old beggar stepped forward and grabbed Xuanzang's arm, pulled him up from the bed, trying to pull him out.

Xuanzang didn't know what was going on, and while quickly putting on his shoes, he asked, "Old donor...why...this..."

"Monkey, monk, follow me quickly!"

The old beggar looked at Xuanzang without any explanation at all, and just kept pulling Xuanzang downstairs.

The two of them walked downstairs a few steps and appeared directly on the long street.

The old beggar immediately looked at the tea stall across the street. But there was no one there now, and the rich man who had just given him money had disappeared.

The old beggar pulled Xuanzang and quickly walked to the vicinity of tea talks, went left and right to look at it, then turned around and asked the boss who was pouring water for others: "Boss! Here is the old man who just sat here!"

The boss turned around, glanced at the old beggar, and then said, "This guest official has left long ago."

After saying that, the boss went to work on his own and didn't care about the old beggar anymore.

"Damn it! He is a liar! a liar!"

When the old beggar heard this, he immediately jumped and cursed.

Xuanzang didn't understand why, and whispered to the old beggar beside him, saying, "Amitabha, old donor, what's this..."

"Pooh!"

The old beggar spat, then looked at Xuanzang and said, "It's not your fault, it's too slow. If you got off earlier, this person wouldn't be able to leave!"

Xuanzang said this sentence for no reason. Although he was a high monk, he did not have the ability to predict the future.

"A man was sitting here just now, saying that as long as you come down, I will give me a silver ingot!"

The old beggar said, shook the broken bowl in his hand and said, "Did you see, I gave me so much when I talk!"

When Xuanzang heard this, he suddenly realized and said, "Amitabha, the old donor, so that's it."

"The donor gave you silver, but you did nothing, and you lost nothing. Why is the old donor so angry?"

"fart!"

The old beggar immediately scolded: "Monk, are you stupid to read the scriptures!"

"If you came out in advance, the silver ingot will be my own now!"

"It's not because of you!"

When Xuanzang heard the old beggar's voice, he just smiled softly and didn't say anything.

Immediately, Xuanzang turned around and prepared to return to the inn.

"Monk! Stop, you will accompany me in the money!"

But the old beggar was reluctant to give in, following Xuanzang's deepness, and there was a burst of noise.

Xuanzang's expression was neither happy nor sad, but he just walked forward slowly, ignoring the deep old beggar.

At this moment, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the corner of the street. Xuanzang turned his head and looked, and a horse rushed towards here like it was broken.

"The horse is shocked! Hide! Hide!"

A voice shouted wildly behind the horse, and at this time, it was too late to choose to stand in the center of the long street with the old beggar.

Suddenly, Xuanzang felt his body lightening and his whole body fell forward. The horse made a neighing sound and quickly rushed past Xuanzang.

And the old beggar was hit by the horse and immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Xuanzang was also thrown to the ground and had no idea what was going on.

Soon, Xuanzang shook his head and stood up from the ground, only then did he see the old beggar lying in a pool of blood.

And the two pieces of broken silver were scattered in front of the man. The two stepped forward and took the broken silver away, but no one cared about the old beggar's loss of virility.

Seeing this, Xuanzang couldn't bear it and immediately stepped forward, wanting to help the old beggar's body up.

But at this moment, a voice came from behind him, saying, "Master, this person has died. Someone from the government will come in a while, and it will definitely be handled properly by then."

"Master, don't rush into this muddy water."

When Xuanzang heard this, he looked back and saw a rich man in brocade standing behind him, looking at Xuanzang with a smile on his face.

Xuanzang naturally didn't know this person, but if the old beggar was still alive, he could tell at a glance that this person was the one who gave him money just now.

"Amitabha Buddha, it is not the Buddha who asks him to die."

After saying that, Xuanzang stepped forward and dragged the old beggar's body to the side of the road with force, then stood beside the entity, silently chanting the scriptures of salvation.

Many people on the side saw it and just watched it, but no one came forward to help.

The rich man stood aside and whispered: "The master is compassionate and is a real monk."
Chapter completed!