Unlimited employment

Chapter 9 009 [Dental Shop]

Regardless of the dynasty, Buddhist temples and Taoist temples are always good places to harbor criminals.

Haven’t you heard that if you put down your butcher knife, you can become a Buddha instantly?

Martial arts masters often hide in remote places after killing someone, so they can obtain the protection of faith, hide their identities, and escape legal punishment.

For both parties involved, this is a win-win choice: the monk saves the life of the criminal, and the rescued person has to work for the temple for the rest of his life.

Of course, whether based on the understanding of universal moral values ​​or out of consideration for their own safety, temples rarely harbor truly vicious people, but prefer to shelter those who are desperate and systematically oppressed by feudal society.

For example, Lin Chong who was forced to go to Liangshan; Wu Song who killed people to avenge his brother; Lu Zhishen who stood up for others but got sued, these people are the most favorite recipients of the temple's grace.

After those who have nowhere else to go establish a relationship of gratitude and dependence with the temple, they often become the temple's most staunch supporters.

However, those with great martial arts skills are only a minority after all, and most of the heroes protected by the temple on a daily basis are just people in the martial arts world with some minor abilities.

By absorbing these people from the martial arts world, who possess certain martial arts power when they are alive, and whose martial arts skills can be passed down after their death, coupled with a huge network of relationships composed of relatives and friends, after years of management, the temple can become a place where powerful people sit in wait after a few generations.

In fact, seeking asylum has become so common in the underworld that it has been turned into a serious business, and there are professional brokers who specialize in acting as matchmakers for this kind of business.

The day after deciding to seek refuge in Huangsi, Chen Sheng stepped into a shop run by a broker.

“Excuse me for being blunt, although Yuhuang Temple is a well-known temple in the martial arts world, not everyone will accept it.

If those heroes in the martial arts world who are highly skilled in martial arts, chivalrous and have an outstanding reputation come to seek refuge after committing a crime, the temple will naturally be willing to help cover up some of the problems.

But you are just a young boy who beat up three thugs. I'm afraid you are not worthy of marrying into their family.

I've heard about your story. It's indeed unjust for the Wei family to bury living people with the dead, but the world today is a place without justice.

You have offended such a local tycoon, so you'd better run away as soon as possible.

There is no need to linger here. A little kid like you cannot make the journey to the Imperial Temple."

After saying this, the old man with a goatee sitting in the main seat picked up the teacup, obviously to see the guest off.

Chen Sheng, who was sitting at the bottom, understood everything. This broker was clearly looking down on him because his martial arts skills were poor, he had no reputation in the martial arts world, and he had no connections that could be used. He thought that he could not enter the Yuhuang Temple.

In short: look down on people!

It's not surprising. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Chen Sheng was not well-known in the world, but now he came to visit someone's store. Not only were the clothes he wore tattered, but he was also followed by two runny-nosed children, and there was a backpack and three pieces of miscellaneous cloth on the table.

With such an outfit and appearance, how could she attract attention?

Thinking of this, Chen Sheng immediately stood up and lifted the red cloth covering the backpack, revealing five taels of silver and ten strings of copper coins piled inside.

Then he tore the colorful cloth wrapped around the brocade, revealing the colorful brocade inside, and bowed respectfully to the broker.

"Thank you for your kind reminder, Senior. I know that my martial arts skills are limited, and it is sheer wishful thinking to want to enter the Imperial Temple.

But after all, I have long admired the Imperial Temple, and I do not want to wander the world, so I came to visit you, Senior, and hope you can show me the way forward!"

"Yo!"

The dull copper color fell into the yamen's eyes, making him feel a little dazzled. He couldn't help but squint and nodded.

"The government strictly controls the household registration of monks and Taoists. If you want to become a monk, you have to spend a lot of money to smooth the relationship, purchase a certificate of ordination, and pass a series of Buddhist examinations and trials.

This whole thing would cost at least one hundred taels of silver.

With your little money, you can't become a monk in a temple. But since you are so sincere, I have a way for poor people to hide their identities in the temple."

Brokers are businessmen, and businessmen value making money the most and are most easily moved by money.

Therefore, when seeking shelter, a poor lower-class person will only be served tea and sent away, while a lower-class person with a little money will often get a different result when he opens his mouth.

The broker turned around and walked into the back hall, took out a booklet, and explained while flipping through it.

"In fact, besides being a monk, working as a hired worker in the Yuhuang Temple can also conceal one's identity.

Although it was a bit hard and tiring, I was able to fabricate an identity, evade the pursuit of my enemies, and remain unknown to outsiders."

As he spoke, he turned to a page in the booklet, looked at the vacant spot of Yuhuang Temple and asked.

"The Yuhuang Temple at the foot of the mountain is still short of six tenants. You were born into farming, so would you like to be a tenant for a few years?"

Chen Sheng was reincarnated into this world not to farm, he said casually.

"I can do it all by myself, but my two younger brothers are still young, and I'm afraid I won't be able to support them by renting the land."

The broker looked down at Zhu Chongliu and Zhu Chongqi beside Chen Sheng, flipped through the book again, and said after thinking for a moment.

"Then what other skills do you have? The temple also recruits craftsmen such as pottery making, stone carving, carpentry, ironwork, goldsmithing, wine making, sauce making, papermaking, and printing."

Chen Sheng replied, "I have studied, I can write and do math, but does that count as a skill?"

"What? You have such ability?"

The broker turned around, pulled out a piece of white paper from the pile of papers on the table, and asked directly.

"There are chickens and rabbits in the same cage. There are thirty-five chickens and rabbits on top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"

Because he didn't know the ancient method of solving a linear equation of two variables, Chen Sheng went over the equation in his mind without writing down the process. Instead, he picked up the pen and wrote the answer in his neat official script:

"Twenty-three chickens and twelve rabbits."

After finishing writing, the brothel owner picked up the paper, took a look at it, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Good, good, good, not only are your answers good, but your handwriting is even better, good enough to pass the examination for the title of Scholar.

The temple's Sutra Library is short of a sutra copyist for Master Jueyuan. I can recommend you for this job.

The monthly salary of three taels of silver is enough for you to support your two younger brothers."

As he spoke, he turned and walked into the back hall, took out three passes with the county magistrate's seal on them, and a blank post. He looked at the height, build, and appearance of the three Zhu brothers, and wrote at the table while speaking.

"From now on, the three of you brothers will change your surname from Zhu to Gou. Your full names will be Gou Zhong, Gou Shu, and Gou Ji, and you will be born in..."

As he explained and filled out his new identity information, he picked up the blank post and started writing, sighing.

"You're lucky, actually. The head monk of the Yuhuang Temple is always compassionate and doesn't like violent people.

If you had killed Wei Heming yesterday, even if it was out of a momentary fit of anger and excusable, you would still need the head monk's personal approval to enter the temple. It wouldn't be that easy."

Not killing Wei Heming did make Chen Sheng's entry into the temple smoother.

If you think about it, you will understand that what the temple wants are grateful and docile lackeys, not ferocious jackals that are difficult to control.

(End of this chapter)