"True is true and false is also false, the true cannot be false, and the false cannot be true. No matter how true it seems, it is false, and you can always tell." After Zhuang Zhong said these words, he recited a long sutra, very bluffing, All the people present followed Amitabha Buddha. Although Zhuang Zhong has a tender face, he has a calm temperament. Although he is far from being able to bluff people like those old eminent monks, it is not enough to make people look down upon.
Zhang Dalang winked at Zhang's mother, and Zhang's mother immediately yelled knowingly, "This little master is really cruel, my Dalang has been hurt like this, and now you want to add fuel to the fire! No, I Why have I never seen you before? I am familiar with all the temples in these ten miles and eight villages. Could it be that you are a babysitter deliberately invited by the Wang family? Dalang, my fate, the Wang family beat you so badly. Just a little repentance, but I still want to kill them all!"
Zhuang Zhong ignored her, and looked at Wang's Xiaolang, "Are you willing to suffer the same crime as Zhang Dalang, so as to wash away your sins?"
The Wang family Xiaolang agreed without hesitation, with a firm face, "I am willing! Since I caused the disaster, I will be responsible for it myself."
The queen mother opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.
Seeing this, Zhuang Zhong nodded, he was a caring person, and looked at the village chief, "I wonder if the village chief knows where there are beech trees?"
When Mother Zhang heard this, her face turned pale immediately, and the domineering and arrogant person suddenly became stiff, even Zhang Dalang forgot to moan.
Seeing this, the village head became more and more sure that Zhang Dalang's injury was tricky, "Bech tree? We don't have any in this area, and I heard that it is more common in the south. Why did the little master ask about the beech tree? This thing has magical uses?"
Solemnly and clearly, he said: "There are no zelkova trees here, no wonder he was deceived by this person, please send someone to this Dalang's house to find the zelkova bark, there should be some tails left, the zelkova bark is grayish white Or brown-gray. It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it, but it will take a lot of trouble, and the world’s affairs can’t be hidden from the Buddha.”
After hearing this, Zhang's mother collapsed on the ground, she was lucky at first, but now she heard the little monk speak so clearly, she felt ashamed. Zhang Dalang was sweating profusely, and his face was pale.
Seeing this, everyone still didn't understand, if they were really injured by Xiaolang of the Wang family, they would never be afraid of anything, they must have ghosts in their hearts to be terrified when they heard about the zelkova tree, and they all angrily accused Zhang's family of vicious thoughts. Some people have already spontaneously ran to Zhang's house, wanting to find the zelkova bark to find out.
Seeing that Zhang Dalang had forgotten that he was pretending to be seriously injured, he yelled angrily, "Come back! Anyone who dares to enter my house, Zhang Dalang will never end with him!"
There were people who hesitated at first, but now they are more sure that Zhang Dalang somehow found a way to fake injuries to blackmail people. They said how a 12-year-old doll could hurt a big man like this, it was all fake.
Seeing this, Zhang Dalang wanted to defend himself, and said solemnly and coldly: "Zhang Dalang, it is not uncommon for zelkova trees to be faked in the south. It has long been spread to the ears of the entire Dayou. It is only half a day's journey away from the capital, and it is expected that there will be many capable people in the capital, and it is only a blink of an eye to see through this little trick. You still want to use this to blackmail, you are really bold, everyone should cast aside!"
Zhang Dalang was terribly frightened, and secretly hated in his heart, this method was bought at a huge price, but it turned out to be known to everyone! Facing the condemnation of the crowd, Zhang Dalang jumped up from the shelf, and ran away like a rabbit, showing no sign of serious injury. As soon as Zhang's mother was exposed, she ran away and was cast aside by the villagers all the way.
"Amitabha, it's a bad omen for such dirty and treacherous people to appear in this place where there were originally outstanding people."
The village chief frowned, Dayou was responsible for sitting down, and Zhang Dalang's crimes in the past were just trivial matters, so he endured it. I always thought that one thing more is worse than one thing less, but now that he came up with such a poisonous plan, and got this little monk's words, he couldn't help beating his heart. It's frightening for people like this to stay in the village.
Seeing the village chief's expression, Zhuang Zhong stopped talking, and just finished some things. The folks in Dayou are like the closed villages in the previous life, because they are all relatives around the corner, and most of them have to forgive others and forgive others, and they don't want to get involved in lawsuits. This caused many people like Zhang Dalang to roam the countryside, always without a long memory, and in the end, kind and innocent people were persecuted.
The Queen Mother dragged the young man of the Wang family to kneel in front of Zhuang Zhuang, kowtowing in gratitude. The Queen Mother was even more tearful, and her haggard face finally recovered a bit, "Thank you, the eminent monk, for your help, otherwise our Wang family will be in great trouble!"
The Wang family Xiaolang was so excited that he couldn't speak, he just kowtowed blindly, his forehead was covered with bruises.
Zhuang Zhong helped them up, "My Buddha is merciful. Saving people is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is what a poor monk should do. Don't do this kind of gift to ruin the poor monk."
At this time, Mrs. Wang also arrived home. When she heard that Zhang Dalang was blackmailed with fake injuries and was exposed, the Wang family rushed into the crowd after the catastrophe was over, and cried together with her family. Originally thought that he could only stand in the fire pit in the future, but he didn't expect that the shadows would be bright, and the haze over the Wang family's heads had completely dissipated when they returned.
Some people in the crowd couldn't help it, "Little master, how did you know that Zhang Dalang's body was a fake injury? I've seen it closely before, it looks like a real injury, and it can't be wiped off even after washing with water. How to make a fake injury?"
He solemnly smiled and said: "The method of fake wounds should not be revealed by poor monks, so as not to be blackmailed by interested people. It is not difficult to identify, the real wound will be puffy and swollen, and the beech bark is fake, and the inside of the scar will be dark black. , blue and red all around, scattered into a trace without swelling, only need to carefully compare the real and fake to see the real and fake."
Everyone sighed, listening to this method of identification is very easy, but it is a pity that they were deceived by that big man before. Zhang Dalang didn't know where to find the method and the bark of the beech tree. There is no such tree in the ten miles and eight villages, so it can be seen that he had planned it long ago. The dispute with Wang Jiaxiaolang that day must have been intentional, and let everyone see it, so that Wang Jiaxiaolang couldn't argue with it, his intentions were really vicious.
After breaking the solemn point, he left without delay in Taoyuan Village without taking a single cent with him. The Wang family ran all the way until they couldn't keep up, then knelt down on the road and kowtowed three times.
Zhuang Zhongzheng was lamenting that after being a monk for so long, he almost forgot that he used to be a forensic doctor, so he heard Zhou Tong telling him to change his clothes quickly. Zhou Tong is quite tolerant of other matters, but this matter is the most serious.
After solemnly changing his clothes, Zhou Tong couldn't help expressing his doubts about how the beech bark made fake injuries.
Zhuang Zhong did not hide it, "Apply the bark to the skin and burn it with fire, just like a stick wound."
"How did the young master know this method?" Zhou Tong was most puzzled by this, but how could a young monk in a ruined temple know this.
He said with a solemn smile: "The poor monk has been running around for alms since he was a child, and he knows a lot about folk affairs. Some people in the south will kill themselves every time there is a small dispute. It wasn’t done so harshly.”
These methods are rarely used in modern times. Under modern instruments, it is not easy to fake injuries. However, in an era when technology was not yet developed, the success rate of these blackmails was much higher, and it was easy to deceive people. False wounds made from beech bark are recorded in Song Ci's "Washing Injustice Records" and Zheng Ke's "Folding Prison and Turtle Mirror".
Zhou Tong nodded and said nothing, and ordered everyone to rush into Beijing. There was still a delay in Taoyuan Village, so we must make sure to arrive at the Hou Mansion according to the scheduled time.
Zhuang Zhong knew very well that after such a small incident, Zhou Tong would definitely make another evaluation of him, and would not regard him as an ignorant and ignorant little country monk. That's okay, it's not appropriate to be too clumsy, you have to make people look up to you. Besides, he didn't have so much clumsiness to hide if he wanted to gain a firm foothold after entering the mansion.
Zhuang Zhong never thought that he was much smarter than the people in this world, but he just came from a place with more advanced technological civilization and enjoyed the favorable conditions brought by these ancestors, which broadened his horizons.
In the scorching sun, fifty horses galloped along the official road, lined up in two rows in an orderly manner. All the horses are tall and fat, and their hair is shiny. Everyone on the horses is dressed in navy blue sash gauze clothes, and they come together to make people awe and envy. And the person at the head is even more dazzling, dressed in a purple-colored riding suit, with outstanding appearance, imposing manner, and born noble.
This person is King Si Zhao, Feng Huan.
A horse came from the side, parallel to Feng Huan. The name of the visitor is nicknamed Monkey, and he is not a law-abiding master with dripping eyes at a young age.
Hou Shu said mysteriously: "Boss, I just went out for a walk and found out something very interesting!"
Feng Huan didn't squint, as if he didn't hear. Hou Shu chuckled, and Feng Huan's indifferent attitude did not dampen his gossip, nor did he tell the story of the little monk's fake injury regardless of whether Feng Huan listened to it or not.
"Boss, why did you say that the zelkova bark made fake injuries? That little monk is really annoying, half of what he said really made me scratch my head. He also said that Dayou's work is known. Do you think I should arrest a monk for questioning?" ask?"
Only then did Feng Huan react, "Who are you trying to blackmail with fake injuries?"
Hou Shu repeatedly complained, "How can I, I'm just curious. Boss, don't you want to know?"
Feng Huan didn't care about how he deliberately tricked him, but it was rare that he kindly resolved his doubts, "If you use bark, if you want to shape it, you will probably burn it with fire."
Hou Shu suddenly realized, and flattered him so exaggeratedly that it made people want to slap him.
"Speaking of which, this little monk has a lot of background. It is said that he is the son of Wen Yuanhou's original wife. He always thought he had died a long time ago, but he did not expect to find him back more than ten years later. This Wen Yuanhou kept it a secret. No one knows that there used to be a poor wife in the countryside. I heard that the first wife used to be the daughter of a pig butcher, tsk tsk, she must be tall and thick, so Wen Yuanhou didn't want to mention it. Think of Wen Yuanhou's richness A dominatrix with a round waist and thick arms stands next to the handsome man, that picture, hahaha—" Hou Shu laughed so unsteadily that the horse couldn't walk away properly.
Wen Yuanhou is a well-known handsome man in Beijing, even though he is in his thirties now, he still has the same demeanor, even more so than before. Officials like it because of its handsome face and pleasing to the eye. Wen Yuanhou was able to climb to today's position, although it was also because of his own talent, but the opportunity was obtained because of his handsome appearance, which shows how outstanding his face is. If the original partner is really a girl without salt, it will really damage Wen Yuanhou's impression of being an exile.
Feng Huan knocked Hou Shu on the forehead with the whip handle, and Hou Shu held his head and yelled, "Boss, why are you beating me again?"
Feng Huan casually said, "My hands are itchy."