The daily value exceeded five.

Before the New Year's Day was over, thousands of sails had passed by Lanling Du Wai.

There is a proverb circulating in the Lanling Ferry Terminal in Guobei County: Lanling Ferry Terminal is full of oil, and the ground flows without carrying it for three days.

A bluestone road leading to the pier was crowded. People were carrying a warm sedan to walk carefully. The lorry was selling pulp loudly, the shoulders were pressed into bent bows to pick up goods. The cold wind was howling but sweat was blowing in the rain. The bronze shoulders were yelling and the cables were tied...

Various forms are everywhere, and there are many things.

From the rising sun to the rising shadows of the sun moving westward, the remaining clouds fall, and thousands of glory ripples.

In the middle of the magnificent pleasure boat cruises, when the slender poles are waving, an inconspicuous bamboo row wrinkled mirrors are quietly shuttled through.

The bamboo tray was docked, the boat owner stood with the pole at the throne, and the passengers paid the money and went down one after another.

Standing behind the team was a monk of seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was wearing a colorful patchwork robe, his face was as pink as a lip and his lips were covered with grease. His round bald head seemed to be brighter than Ye Mingzhu, and he was as handsome as a woman. When he saw him, he had to praise him, such a handsome young elder.

When the boat boss saw that the passenger was almost gone, he was about to return to the pole. Unexpectedly, before the monk got ashore, he flipped his hand in his sleeves and two copper coins with round outer and square inner square inner green inside fell into his hand.

The ship boss was stunned when he looked at the warm copper coins. Although the little elder came up, he didn't think about collecting his ship's money.

Because monks always rely on begging for alms around the world, where can they use money to eat or spend money on a boat? They expect to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

Holding two copper coins, the boss of the ship unconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the little elder looked like he didn't stand big, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the dock.

He shook his head and put the copper coins in his pocket. It would be good to charge two cents more and drink a few more sips of old wine. Although the beginning of spring has passed and the sun is shining brightly every day, it is still so cold that it is evil. After standing for only a while, his hands are frozen to the point of being frozen.

But the pretty elder in the patchwork clothes came ashore. Seeing that this prosperous place was quite impressive, he was about to visit, and when he was about to visit, his dry intestines suddenly screamed. It turned out that the six senses were pure, his belly was clean, and his skin needed to be replenished.

He touched the purse on his waist, and finally paid the shipping fee for two cents, but it was empty.

He shook his head helplessly, the little elder looked around for a while, and finally his eyes fell not far away, and then he raised his foot and walked over.

Lu Fei, the coolie leader of the pier, looked at the mountains of goods in front of him and kept sighing.

It is said that there are too many monks and less porridge. Now he has too many monks and too many goods, and he has too few coolies under his command. Even if he is diligent and hardworking, he can't move so much goods back within the specified time.

If I had known that I would be able to live a big bag and live a life of exhaustion, I would have followed Monkey and the others to go out for a boat trip. Even if I were a pirate, I would be many times better than I am now.

I heard that Mengqi's group went out to sea just by a boat, but because they were looking for One Piece's treasure, they started to kill the Japanese pirates. Now they have become the overlords of the sea. They eat large pieces of meat and share gold on scales. They are even more free and happy than gods.

Lu Fei looked at the sparkling lake from afar, and his mind was not in his mind, and he regretted it.

"Amitabha."

He was worried and regretful when he heard the sound of Buddha propaganda from behind. When he turned around, he saw that it was a young monk who begged for alms to him. He felt impatient: "The master came to the wrong place. This is a pier, a place where poor men seek life. Look at them, they were all ragged and had dishes on their faces, as if they could give alms to vegetarians?"

The little elder was not angry after hearing Lu Fei's sarcastic words: "The donor is not thinking about it. Although I am poor, I never beg for alms."

Lu Fei asked angrily: "Since you don't beg for alms, what are you going to do here?"

"Come to the dock and ask for some food," the little elder replied seriously.

"People often die here, but there is never a ritual to do." Lu Fei glanced at the little elder and said.

The coolies on the dock often can't stand it and die because they have no money. They use a roll of straw mats when they die. They dig a hole in the mass grave to bury them, so they can be buried in the soil. There is no need to do rituals to save them.

What's more, those who do this ritual are invited to be old and virtuous monks. They are not as furious as they are. Who would hire a young monk who has not even grown hair?

"I have recited some Buddhist scriptures a long time ago, but in recent years I have been busy working to fill my stomach and have forgotten it." When the little elder said this, his tone was a little regretful.

After hearing this, Lu Fei turned around and looked at the little monk carefully. Seeing that he was tender and tender, he didn't seem to be able to do hard work, so he said, "It's not begging for alms or asking for rituals, so let's go away. I only have a big bag of work here."

The work that carries big bags, and the bags full of goods, each of which is about 180 kilograms. It is not strong in muscles and bones, and it is not easy to do it if you are a man of hard work.

When the little elder heard this, a hint of joy flashed across his face. He immediately said, "I am going to ask the donor for this job to carry a big bag."

The monk has always only beg for alms, and has never seen anyone who carries a big bag on the dock to live in exchange for money. Lu Fei seemed to have heard the funny joke: "Okay, the little elder is ambitious. Even if he takes action, he will give you as much as he can. If he carries it all, I will invite you to drink."

The little elder did not laugh, but walked to the goods like a hill, opened his bows left and right, grabbed two large bags and put them on his shoulders, and grabbed two more with free hands, turned around and walked over to the warehouse designated by Lu Fei, like a gust of wind.

It is fast and stable, as if it is carried on the shoulders, but it is not a 100-pound bag with both hands, but a feather.

The coolies who were carrying big bags next to them were all so shocked that their eyes were as if they were like copper bells. It turned out that the pretty monk's slim waist could also use the power of a ox and a tiger.

After a while, they saw the little elder turn back, his color remains unchanged, and he is not angry, and then there are four big bags.

Lu Fei, who was responsible for supervising the number of people next to him, was as if he had dug up a treasure, and was surprised and happy, because according to the little elder's method of carrying the goods, it would take less than two hours to transport all the goods to the warehouse.

And the little elder seemed not tired, and he carried it back and forth and then left without stopping, and one person could hold it over a dozen people.

Until January, it is like a hook, hanging on the top of the mountain.

The pile of goods, which were like a hill, had been transported out.

Lu Fei made a calculation, calculated a pile of copper coins, and pushed it to the table: "Little Elder, this is your wage."

The little elder did not refuse, counted and put the copper coins into his purse.

At this time, the night is getting darker, the sky is clean and the water is clear and the moon is cold.

The dock is deserted, and only those who work as coolies are still struggling.

The little elder got his wages and was about to ask Lu Fei where he could find a cheap place to stay when he saw the smoke and cold water in the smoke and the fire was swaying like stars, drifting in bits.

When I looked carefully, I found that there were lotus lanterns shining with candles, winding in the haze.

The little elder couldn't help but wonder. There were still some days before the Shangyuan Festival, so why did someone turn on the lights? Moreover, when the Shangyuan Festival, the lights were also on the land, and the water lights were only put on the Zhongyuan Festival. Where did anyone put the water lights at this time?

I would like to ask where the dead souls are going, and the paper boat shines brightly on the sky.

The lights are set on the water, and it is said that it is a guide for the dead souls.

Then he saw Lu Fei coming over and staring at the lotus lanterns, his face a little strange.

"May I ask the donor, where did these water lamps float from?"

"Looking at the direction, I should have floated from Lanruo Temple."

"Lanruo Temple?"

"Maybe the female ghosts in Lanruo Temple can't hold back their loneliness and put the soul-sending lamp."

"Lanruo Temple, isn't a Buddhist temple?"

"So you also know Lanruo Temple."

"I have been a monk for sixteen years."

"The Lanruo Temple was indeed a Buddhist temple in the past, but the monks there ran away a long time ago. Now the people living there are all ghosts and demons."

"And there is a demon?"

"Little elder, if you have strong magic power, it won't be a big deal to go and see it, but if you don't have magic power, you can't catch ghosts or destroy monsters, I advise you not to go, so as not to waste your life in vain. The demons there are so powerful that they can absorb human essence and blood. When you open your mouth, a living person will become a mummy in the blink of an eye."

"Have you seen it?"

"If I have seen it, can I still stand here and talk to you about the mountains?"

"Amitabha Buddha, seeing is true, hearing is false."

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss."

"I have been practicing Buddhism for sixteen years and traveling for three years. I have never seen a fairy or a ghost."

"Don't say that you don't want to say anything."
Chapter completed!