Chapter 323 (1/2)

When Tian Dahu was drinking in the pub, he felt that his eyelids were always jumping ”Duang Duang”, which made him upset and didn't want to drink.

At this time, a Taoist who claimed to be Huang Banxian suddenly appeared. As soon as the two met, the Taoist said Tian Dahu very impolitely. He also said that he was about to face a great disaster. Maybe he would take his life in.

At first, Tian Dahu didn't believe it, but at the thought of the immoral things he did, he sobered up. Hearing that Huang Banxian said that it was all the trouble caused by the ill gotten wealth, Tian Dahu decided to give the remaining more than 80 liang of silver to Huang Banxian.

He led Huang Banxian back to the village, where he hid the silver, and dug out the rest of the silver.

”Taoist priest, the silver is here. You must save me.” Tian Dahu pleaded.

Seeing the silver bag, Huang Banxian immediately frowned and said, ”Hey, I didn't expect your cause and effect to be so big. Hey, I'm afraid it's difficult for me to deal with poverty. How about this? I'll take these causes and effects back to the Taoist temple and ask my master and senior brothers to help me overcome your crisis.”

”Yes, whatever. Take it away quickly. By the way, Taoist priest, will the silver be all right after the Dharma is done?” Tian Dahu was still thinking about his silver.

”Limitless Heavenly Master, after the poor man makes the altar, the silver can be spent.”

When Tian Dahu heard this, he was overjoyed and smiled and gave the silver to Huang Banxian. He himself kindly sent the people out of the village. After the two agreed on the time and place of their next meeting, the Huang Banxian left with the silver.

A cool wind blew, which made Tian Dahu tremble and his head sober. He suddenly thought, no, just let someone take the silver away. He didn't write a note for himself. What if he didn't take the silver back at that time?

Thinking of this, he was anxious and ran out to catch up. At this time, Huang Banxian had left the village with a smile. He didn't know which fork to take for a long time.

Tian Dahu was so angry that he stamped his feet and gnashed his teeth and scolded: ”Hey, drinking will delay things. Drinking is really a fucking mistake! Damn old man, you dare to pit my uncle's silver. Don't let me catch you, damn charlatan.”

Huang Banxian went to an abandoned local temple in the town and threw a piece of silver of five or six Liang into it. It was hitting a little beggar on the head.

”Oh, who threw stones?” the little beggar touched his head and cried in pain.

There was also a sick woman in the little temple, who was the mother of the little beggar. Hearing her son's painful voice, she asked weakly, ”why, is someone bullying you again?”

”Mom, it's all right. Ah ~ it's actually a piece of silver. Mom, we have money. The silver fell from the sky and hit me on the head. Great, I'll get you some medicine now.”

The little beggar then ran out with the silver in his arms. Seeing the child's back, Huang Banxian smiled and left. Then he went to the next slum and continued to be a good money boy.

The more than 80 Liang silver was distributed by Huang Banxian to the poor and beggars in the town. After finishing all this, he said with a smile: ”ha ha, huikong is old and immortal. When he knew I was coming, he didn't go down the mountain to meet me. See if I didn't repair him well.”

Old monk huikong in Nanshan Temple was meditating. Suddenly he sneezed one after another. He continued to settle down and expanded his divine knowledge to the limit.

Vaguely aware of a familiar smell, he couldn't help laughing. He said in his heart that this dead ox nose old Taoist had to compete with himself again. He was really wrapped in broken pants.