A cool breeze blew, and the red leaves of Qixia Mountain rolled and fell.

Su Yang will see Qixia Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, solemn and solemn, but as the pilgrims left, the green smoke and incense on it faded a lot. Su Yang and Yan Ruyu wandered around Qixia Mountain for a while, focusing on enjoying the scenery. When the sky was getting dark, they began to walk down the mountain.

Although the forty-eight scenic spots in Jinling City have not been fully appreciated, Su Yang feels that his reputation is well-deserved by this wandering in the mountains.

"Taoism says that the spiritual platform is square, and Buddhism says that all monks are practicing at home and abroad, but in this kind of fairy mountain scenery, people's hearts are naturally broadened, which is really helpful for practice."

Su Yang said with emotion.

Although there are many traces of practitioners in the world, they are mostly living in seclusion in the mountains.

It is easy to know, it is difficult to believe in the way, it is easy to practice the way, it is difficult to practice the way, it is difficult to obtain the way, it is easy to achieve the way, it is difficult to observe the way, and it is difficult to observe the way, and it is a long and short time to avoid it.

This section generally says that practicing Taoism is difficult, but the most difficult thing is to keeping Taoism without losing it, and the spiritual platform is always clean.

If a person is in the world, if he wants to keep the Tao and keep the spiritual platform clean, he must eliminate nine kinds of difficulties, such as forced food and clothing, forced care of elders, entanglement of wives and daughters, fame and fortune, disasters and disasters, as well as restraints of mediocre teachers, arguments and mistakes, laziness of will, and wasted years. Only in this way can one have an understanding of practice, can one keep the Tao and walk a few more steps on the road to immortality.

In the magnificent mountain scenery of Qixia Mountain, Su Yang felt that many thoughts passed by with the wind, making his thoughts more pure.

"In Qixia Temple, we can indeed cultivate high-virtue monks with profound virtues..."

Su Yang recalled the monk he met in Qixia Temple. Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream from the red maple forest and cried: "Murder..."

The sound is quite like the fat man who doesn't pay for money on Qixia Temple Mountain.

Su Yang's thoughts moved, his figure flashed, heading towards the place where the sound had just been made.

Among the red leaves all over the mountain, Fatty Qian ran forward desperately with her fat body. Behind Fatty Qian, a monk held a knife in his hand, his steps were steady, always hanging behind Fatty Qian, and he chased him from time to time and cut him with a knife, just like a cat-playing mouse.

This monk is the Yiren monk who had a conflict with Fatty Qian in Qixia Temple before.

"Good luck, Master Buddha, please luck luck..."

Fatty Qian was hit by a lot of knife behind his back, but he didn't dare to slow down at all. He shouted twice, but did not see anyone coming to help. Fatty Qian could only beg for mercy to Monk Yiren and cried: "I shouldn't have a conflict with you. It's me that's wrong. I'll buy incense. I will burn incense in Qixia Temple and burn all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Qixia Temple..."

"laugh!"

Monk Yiren swung his sword and slashed Fatty Qian's heart. This knife was a fatal knife. After it was slashed, Fatty Qian suddenly felt weak in all limbs and lay on the ground. The ground was covered with red maple leaves, and his whole body was twitching. He felt that his body was quickly getting cold and his eyes turned black.

"You don't have to burn incense with the Bodhisattva, you just need to burn incense for yourself."

Monk Yiren looked at Fatty Qian's lying body and cursed angrily: "Do you really think I sell incense in Qixia Temple?"

Fatty Qian could no longer say anything, he could only feel the maple leaves on the ground seemed very warm.

"Swoosh..."

The sound of breaking through the air was like a whistle, and a maple leaf flew in the depths of the dense forest.

Monk Yiren was keenly aware, turned around, and slashed the oncoming maple leaves with one knife. The maple leaves naturally shattered, but Monk Yiren was lifted up by the power contained on the maple leaves, causing him to hit the maple tree. The fallen leaves trembled down, and then he felt his strength stop.

Looking up, it seemed like a shadow was coming here. It was dark, the wind was cold and the maple leaves were blowing. I had just killed someone. There was a ghost in the heart of the monk Yiren, and he couldn't even say a tough word. He got up and ran down the mountain.

"Qixia Temple is full of high-ranking monks, except for Monk Yiren."

Su Yang came from the forest and sighed, saying that the monk who was still praising the profound virtues of Qixia Temple, the monk Yiren chased him down to the mountain and killed people because of a little quarrel on the mountain. This was not very much like a monk.

At that moment, someone fell to the ground with serious injuries and his life was in danger. Su Yang did not go to chase him, but went to Qian Fatty to check his injuries.

He was hit by many swords, which were all wounds that hurt the bones. The fatal wound was in the back of his heart. Most of the blood in his body had been lost, and it was basically beyond help. But Su Yang was such a holy hand, so he should not die.

Point acupoints, seal blood vessels, and close wounds...

It is not difficult to pull Fatty, who is dying in his life, back from the gates of hell.

After stolen Fatty Qian's life, Su Yang sent Fatty Qian into the medicine shop in Jinling City.

"Yeah, it's Qian Shanren!"

The shopkeeper of this pharmacy shop in Jinling City was very surprised when he saw Fatty Qian and hurriedly asked the guy to move Fatty Qian in, give the medicine according to the prescription, and treat the wounds on Fatty Qian's body. The real fatal wound has been solved by Su Yang. Now the doctor only needs to do some basic operations.

"Does the shopkeeper know him?"

When Su Yang saw the shopkeeper's understanding, he asked more questions and just threw Fatty Qian here.

"Why don't you recognize me?"

The shopkeeper of this medicine shop, whose old face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, smiled at Su Yang, "Mr. Qian is a famous wealthy family in Jinling City. In his early years, he was a charity in Jinling City. He often gave porridge to help the victims. In recent years, some people have gone wrong and are very stingy and never gave anything to him. Some people say that his money was stolen, but he never reported to the officials. Moreover, Mr. Qian's family has many shops in Jinling City. Even if he lost money, he would not be poor all of a sudden. However, some people came to his house as a guest and drank porridge. They borrowed money from him and did not take action. Everyone didn't understand, saying that he was not a single penny."

Su Yang looked at Fatty Qian, saw that the clothes he was wearing were worn, and he thought that there were no servants around him. Such a person would never be associated with the famous rich man in Jinling City.

"Nonsense, my money is all good..."

Fatty Qian opened his eyes quietly and looked at Liang Dong above him. He knew in his heart that he was safe and could not turn his head. He just turned his eyes slightly, his lips barely opened and closed, and said, "I am just frugal, thank you."

He said he was in a coma, Fatty Qian had always been aware of it, knowing who drove away the monk Yiren and saved his life. He looked at Su Yang and said, "I will definitely pay a lot of money to repay you for your life-saving grace."

It is of course a good thing to have money. If Su Yang gets a fortune, he will not have to worry about livelihood issues in Jinling City, so he has no resistance to the rewards at all.

"I'm very curious, since you are so rich, why do you have to wear so simple clothes, and you don't have servants around you and travel around alone?"

Su Yang wanted to interview the rich man's mental journey. He was very curious about this. If he had a servant and a support, he would not have fallen into this place.

Fatty Qian lay on the bed for a while before speaking, "I am ashamed to say that this matter is usually mentioned, but after a lifetime or death, there is nothing to say. It's next door to my family. I moved into a wealthy family. I haven't heard of any business in Jinling City, but it costs a lot of exquisite food. I just ate one or two bites and threw it away. This made me feel a little unbearable..."

Can't stand extravagance and waste.

Su Yang nodded secretly. Because he saw the other party being extravagant and wasted, he reflected on himself and was thrifty.

"I can't stand them being richer than me!"

Qian said, "The wealth of money is only available but not in. After all, there is a time to spend it. So when I see them spend money, I don't spend it. I just focus on making money. I want to see their family spending money and sell their property, and buy their things bit by bit and tell them what a rich man is! Tell them that I am richer than them!"

This is the mental journey of a famous rich man in Jinling City who turned into a miser.

He is not only stingy with the outside world, but also with himself. He is simple in everything he wears and eats. Even the wife and concubines and children at home save a lot of expenses. Everything is to bet and prove that he is richer than his neighbors.

"Have your neighbor gone bankrupt?"

Su Yang asked.

Fat Qian looked bitter and breathed a sigh of relief, and said in secret: "I don't know how much property he has. In the past two months, he has lived a bigger life."

At this point, Fat Qian was very upset.

Because the other party lived a bigger life, Fatty can live a better life, and even the servants around him have withdrawn, wanting to make his wealth surpass others as soon as possible.

"...You can report to the official if you are slashed today and keep a few more servants on weekdays."

Su Yang stood up and told Fatty Qian a few words.

Monk Yiren came down from Qixia Temple and cut off Fatty Qian and ran down the mountain. I thought he would not go back to the mountain again. After causing trouble here, if Monk Yiren does not change his face, he would quickly leave Jinling. As long as Fatty Qian pays more attention, Monk Yiren will not be able to sacrifice his life to assassinate him because of this quarrel.

"Thank you."

Fatty Qian looked at Su Yang and said quickly: "Sir, Gao's name, where is the home? Please wait for a moment, I will definitely offer you gold and silver..."

Osmanthus Alley.

Jin Xiucai walked in the Guihua Lane with satisfaction and saw Su Yang who made him grit his teeth two days ago. At this time, Su Yang was walking here, probably going home.

With his hand in his arms, Jin Xiucai took out his purse. The purse was bulging and heavy with silver inside. In this way, Jin Xiucai threw and held back, and walked towards Su Yang with his head held high and his chest held high.

"I will give you the writing business here in Guihua Lane."

Jin Xiucai said arrogantly to Su Yang: "You must remember that it was not what you snatched away, it was me who gave it to you. I found a way to make money faster. The money you earn in one day is something you can't make in your life by writing."

...Who are you, child?

Su Yang looked at Jin Xiucai. He just met Jin Xiucai while drinking tea.

"snort!"

Jin Xiucai snorted arrogantly, and was about to speak, he saw two people behind him wearing short clothes and dressed as servants. One of them was pushing a wheelbarrow and calling Mr. Su, coming here.

"Mr. Su, you've left too quickly. Here is two thousand taels of silver. There is also the deed that my master bought for you. In the future, the house will be yours. All the food, clothing and expenses will be provided by our whole family. If you have any questions, please give me instructions..."

The servant who came over came to Su Yang and said.

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