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Chapter 2 BMW Iron Elephant Chapter 127 When we returned to the East the year before last

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    Another monk next to him continued: "This benefactor is from other places. Our temple was built in the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years. Master Suxin from Lingyin Temple in the south of the Yangtze River is coming to our temple to give lectures these days. The benefactor is here."  If you have time, you can also listen to it."

    Fang Jinshi was not interested in listening to the monk's lecture on Buddhist scriptures, but he still took out ten copper coins from his pocket and donated them to build the temple in Baima Temple. The two monks accepted it and thanked them. Suddenly they heard someone behind them say: "Two young masters,  I wonder when Master Suxin began to lecture on scriptures?¡±

    Fang Jinshi looked back and saw two Confucian scholars standing at the door of the inn. The person currently asking the question was a young man in his twenties or fourteen years old. He had a slightly dark complexion, a square face and thick eyebrows. He was tall and straight. He was wearing a blue scholar's trousers.  Shirt, this young man gave Fang Jinshi the feeling of being very honest and down-to-earth.

    Behind him was a Confucian scholar about forty years old. He wore a Confucian scholar's scarf and had a thin figure. His hands were folded in his sleeves.  Too much, and I become a nerd.

    A monk put his hands together and replied: "Master Su Xin will open the altar this afternoon. The location is in the main hall of Qingliangtai under the Qiyun Pagoda of our temple. Several donors can go there."

    The young Confucian scholar turned around and said to the middle-aged man: "Brother Yuwen, it seems that we have come at the right time."

    Brother Yuwen nodded with a smile and said: "Exactly, I went to Lingyin Temple to look for Master Suxin but I didn't meet him, and then I chased him to White Horse Temple. Finally, you chased me. It's really not easy to meet this great monk Suxin."

    The young man stepped forward, took out a bead from his waist and said, "This is a bead donated by me. Please accept it, young master." A monk took it and thanked him. Another monk came out with a pen and ink and said, "Excuse me."  The two benefactors left their names so that our temple can carve a monument to remember them in the future."

    The young man said: "It's nothing to worry about a meager thing. There's no need to leave a name." Fang Jinshi saw that this young man donated a pearl without leaving his name. He donated ten coins and was even embarrassed to give his name so that the temple could mark it on the monument.  Leave your name on it.

    The two monks thanked them again and left. The young master and Brother Yuwen turned around and entered the inn together. Deng An pulled the carriage and looked at the monk's back and said: "These two monks don't know the goods. I'm afraid that the pearl just now will cost you."  Worth a shot or two.¡±

    Fang Jinshi didn't know whether this bead was valuable or not. Wei Chong, who was standing next to him, said, "One or two? If I hadn't misjudged it, the bead was probably a South Sea fish-eye bead, and the worst-looking one would cost a hundred dollars."  Above the guan, the top grade requires five to six hundred guans per piece."

    After hearing this, both Fang Jinshi and Deng An were surprised. Fang Jinshi didn't understand anything. Deng An used to be a government servant, and his exposure to pearls and jade was limited. However, Wei Chong first showed off to the king, and then lurked around Anminghou Zhao Ziping for many years.  , much more knowledgeable than the two of them.

    Fang Jinshi couldn't help but glance at the back of the young master who walked into the inn. This inn was not a very luxurious inn in Luoyang City. Even some traders and lackeys stayed there, but he didn't want to stay with such a person who just donated money.  A rich man with hundreds of thousands of dollars.

    Anyway, they planned to stay here, so Fang Jinshi and the other three found two rooms in this inn. However, although this inn was not luxurious, it was a huge place with many buildings and places to eat. He didn't see them either.  That young master and brother Yuwen.

    The drizzle was falling non-stop, and the horse pulling the cart seemed to be sick. Fang Jinshi planned to stay for a day or two to give both the man and the horse a rest, to see a doctor for the horse or to replace the horse pulling the cart.

    Wei Chong just had to do these things. Fang Jinshi was really bored in this inn, so he took Deng An with him to wander around Luoyang City. Unfortunately, it rained non-stop. The two of them held umbrellas and walked around for a long time, but nothing happened.  What fun to watch.

    Fang Jinshi felt bored and said to Deng An: "With this rain, there is no place to relieve boredom in the huge city of Luoyang." Deng An pointed to the front and said: "Those jugglers are hiding there."

    Fang Jinshi looked in the direction of his finger and saw a small earth temple in front of him. Several men, women and children were hiding there to take shelter from the rain. Beside them were gongs and drums benches, flags and iron rings, and a worn-out flag.  Embroidered with three words "Historian Class."

    This is indeed a vaudeville troupe. At this time, it seems that due to the rainy weather, it is impossible to start work and make money, so it can only hide in this earth temple.

    There were five people in the Tutu Temple. A boy in red who was only six or seven years old was practicing handstands. This boy had braids that skyrocketed to the sky, and his face was red. As long as he slacked off a little, his arm would be used by an old man next to him.  He hit the branch hard in his hand and yelled.

    Next to the old man is an old woman who must be his wife. The old woman and a boy with small acne on his face are repairing juggling props. The boy is in his twenties, has some weak legs and feet, and walks with a stagger.

    Fang Jinshi¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up. It turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in black.A wooden basin came out of the earth temple to pour water. She might be washing clothes in the temple. This girl is indeed quite pretty. She is even more energetic in a short skirt outfit.
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