Chen Wanrong knew that the mule and horse market was at the western end of Luojiadian, and went straight to the leather workshop. The town was crowded with people and there were many pedestrians, which was very lively. Chen Wanrong was in a hurry to do business and did not feel like he was shopping on the street. In a short while, he walked out of the old long journey.

Two meters ahead there was a brick and tile house. A plaque was hung above the door, with four words "He's Seal" written on it. Chen Wanrong was in a hurry to do things, but he didn't go to his heart. He passed by the door. He walked almost three meters away. When he turned around, he saw the four words "He's Seal" and his eyes immediately shone. He quickly turned around and headed towards the He's Seal House.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the room, before entering the door, two people came out of the room, a tall monk wearing a red robe, holding a wooden fish in his left hand and holding a wooden hammer in his right hand. He glanced at Chen Wanrong with his eyes half open and half closed, and saw that it was a mud legs full of patches. He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, turned his eyes up, and looked directly from Chen Wanrong's head.

Monks should be quiet and quiet, but this monk looked arrogant and did not take people seriously. Chen Wanrong felt a little unhappy. He raised his head, thrust his chest, and the corners of his mouth were almost cracked to his ears. He looked arrogant and walked past the monk with big strolls.

Buddhism was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, with temples and many monks. Monks were treated with courtesy and respected everywhere they went. Even if the emperor was treated with courtesy, the emperor was treated with courtesy. Wu Zetian was treated with Shenxiu, which was even more honorable for monks in the Tang Dynasty.

There are very few things like Chen Wanrong that don’t take monks seriously. This monk has never encountered them before. He couldn’t help but flash his eyes and stare at Chen Wanrong’s back.

Following the monk was a middle-aged man of medium size, He San, the owner of the Yinzifang. He was a clever man. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he smiled: "Master Fo Guang, please go! Don't worry, I will do your business immediately, so I will not be able to make any mistakes in your Dharma Assembly."

The monk Fo Guang bowed and said, "I have been troubled by the donor. I thank you here. I am grateful to you, don't stop me. This donor is arrogant and does not take monks seriously. It is really abominable!" He stared at Chen Wanrong with an unkind look at him.

He Sanben wanted to divert Fo Guang's attention, but unexpectedly failed. He secretly complained in his heart, thinking about how to speak. He only heard Chen Wanrong smile and asked loudly: "Master Fo Guang, are you talking about me?" Chen Wanrong doesn't like causing trouble, but he is definitely not a person who is afraid of trouble. Fo Guang has already bullied him, so he has to fight.

"This little brother, Master Fo Guang didn't say you, don't be too careful." He San hurried out to smooth things over.

The Buddha's light was relentless and pointed at Chen Wanrong, raised his eyebrows, full of arrogance: "I am talking about him."

He actually challenged and did not have the tranquility of a monk at all. Chen Wanrong couldn't help but feel angry and sneered: "If I don't take you seriously, what can you do?"

A sharp light flashed in the Buddha's eyes and a cold smile: "I want you to know the consequences of being rude to monks." He put the wooden fish and the wooden hammer into his arms, clenched his right hand into a fist, and glared at Chen Wanrong fiercely.

If you fight in front of your own room, it will affect your business. If the government pursues it, it will be a problem. He Sanda hurriedly stood in the middle, stopped between the two, and smiled and said, "Master, this little brother is young, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Boss He, I appreciate your kindness." Chen Wanrong pushed He Sanyi and strode towards him, frowning together, staring at the Buddha's light, and smiled coldly: "The Buddha saves all sentient beings, and the Dharma is boundless. If you want to teach me a lesson, I am afraid that your magic power is not enough!"

Chen Wanrong has never practiced martial arts, and it’s not that he has never fought. Chen Wanrong still has some experience in fighting. Can he still call him a man without fighting? If he really wants to fight with Buddha Guang, even if he is a big man, he may not be afraid of him.

The monks in the Tang Dynasty had a high status and noble status. How could ordinary people dare to provoke them? If the Buddha Light had been so powerful in the past, they would have scared their opponents to beg for mercy. Today, they were evil. Chen Wanrong not only did not fear but also openly challenged. The Buddha Light's heart began to stir up trouble, and he could not help but look at Chen Wanrong carefully. Except for the linen clothes covered with patches, Chen Wanrong was different from others everywhere. He was not handsome, but not bad, and was also attractive. What was particularly eye-catching was Chen Wanrong's eyes, which were bright and clear, with divine light everywhere, and exuded a sense of confidence.

Such people are definitely not ordinary people. Maybe some official traveling in a private outfit. Ning County is very close to Chang'an, and the land and houses of the officials in Chang'an are often placed in Ning County. Look at Chen Wanrong's attitude, even if he is not an official, he is still a child of the official family. If he is not a good match, he will have many troubles in the future.

Buddha Guang did not take ordinary people seriously, and dared not take the official family seriously. He immediately changed his smile, put his hands together, and asked: "Bu Guang has seen the donor, so how dare he ask what the donor is called?"

Faces are so fast. Such a good face-changing ability is a waste not to act in Sichuan opera. Chen Wanrong has no good feelings for him and is too lazy to tell his name: "I dare not trouble you, I am not convenient to tell you my name."

The Buddha Guang understood it wrong again, and thought Chen Wanrong was very angry and didn't even want to tell him his name. His face was not very good, and he said even more respectfully: "The donor doesn't know anything. I have entered the temple as a monk since I was a child. I have been nearly twenty years now. If the donor informed Daming, I would like to make a stick of incense in front of the Buddha and pray for the donor in front of the lotus seat."

This is flattery! Looking at his stiff smile that was squeezed out, Chen Wanrong wanted to vomit and smiled coldly: "The blessing is in my hands, I won't bother you."

The Tang Dynasty was at its peak in Buddhism. The temples were tall and grand and the golden walls were brilliant, which was closely related to the strong support of the court. Wu Zetian was the one who contributed the most. With her support, Buddhism was at its peak in the Tang Dynasty. From the emperor to the ordinary people, they were extremely polite to monks.

Chen Wanrong actually didn't believe in Buddhism. This was the first encounter with Buddha's light. He couldn't help but be surprised and turned his mind to find something. He only heard Chen Wanrong say disdainfully: "With your magic power, you dare to show off in front of me, and you don't know how high the world is!"

Observing the truth is a beautiful virtue of Chen Wanrong. He knew Fo Guang's thoughts clearly, so he simply said something big, scared him and taught him a lesson, asking him not to be arrogant again in the future.

Chen Wanrong stood there calmly, as if Fo Guang did not exist. Fo Guang thought that he must have encountered a difficult person, otherwise he would not have such aura. He was fearless. There was a huge force behind him, sweat beads oozing from his forehead, and he suppressed his fear: "I say goodbye."

"Slow." Chen Wanrong called out the Buddha Light that was about to leave quickly.

The Buddha Guang had a wrong idea, and thought Chen Wanrong would not let him go. His heart was so thumped that he tried to calm himself down and asked, "What are the donor's instructions?"

"It is also fate that we meet. I will give you a verse. Listen to you: the sunset is incense, sweep away the ordinary heart a little; the fire by the fire is gone, and you must tie the mind to the horse." Chen Wanrong really couldn't stand his face and planned to ridicule him: "Go back and write it down, hang it on the main hall, and have an incense stick every day to realize it well."

"The fragrance is gone in the sunset, sweep away the ordinary heart a little. The donor has the supreme wisdom root. I admire it." Buddhism emphasizes fate and pursues the word "Intellect well". Chen Wanrong's words "Enlightenment" made Buddha Guang frightened, and he thought he had met a master. He didn't know that this was a couplet specifically scolding monks. He flattered Chen Wanrong, praised Chen Wanrong for having supreme wisdom roots, and took the order: "Don't worry, don't worry, I must pray well and hang it in the main hall."

He bowed to Chen Wanrong and left quickly.

This teasing was really satisfying. Chen Wanrong looked at the back of Buddha Guang and couldn't help but feel funny. If He San hadn't looked at him with admiration, he would have laughed out loud.

"Customer, please invite me inside!" He San's kind smiles piled up layer by layer, and he bowed and invited Chen Wanrong into the house.

Chen Wanrong came to have something to do, so he was not polite, so he sued him and entered the house and asked, "Boss He, I have something to ask you to print it for me, is that okay?"

He San witnessed Chen Wanrong’s humiliation of Buddha Light with his own eyes, and did not dare to say anything. He hurriedly said, “Callant, please give me instructions.”

"Please give me the paper and pen." As soon as Chen Wanrong finished speaking, He San hurriedly sent the pen and ink paper. Chen Wanrong picked up the brush and wrote the four words "Chen's Chemical Industry" on the paper, then started another line and wrote the two words "soap". Then he started another line and wrote the four words "Instructions for use". The first explanation is the method of washing silk fabrics with soap. The second is to clean the body and the third is to clean the face and wash hands.

He San could not understand the modern nouns such as chemical industry and soap, and was confused. Fortunately, his self-control was strong enough, so he didn't ask Chen Wanrong what this was.

Chen Wanrong put down the brush and said, "Boss He, you should rewrite a copy according to this format and adjust the font. It must be beautiful and clear, with clear main and secondary. The paper must be so large and cut well."

Chen Wanrong can write calligraphy, but it is hard to say how hard the pen is. The level of elementary school students is like a crawling out of an earthworm. If you don’t copy a copy again, you can’t use it.

Chen Wanrong had just humiliated the momentum of Buddha Guang, and his talent for chanting poems casually convinced He Sanxin. Unexpectedly, the words he wrote were so unbearable. If He San had glasses, he would definitely have an extra floor of lenses.

"Please rest assured, please do as you wish, and you will be satisfied." He San responded hurriedly.

"Boss He, when can you do it well? This price is not a problem." Chen Wanrong thought to use it tonight, the sooner you get it, the better. If He San wants to do it early, he can only pay more money. Overtime work must be paid!

He Sanhui had a wrong idea and thought Chen Wanrong was slow, so he smiled: "Customer, please don't worry, I'll do it for you in a while. May I ask, how much do you want to do?"

"About fifty pieces. How much does it cost?" Chen Wanrong took out the money and prepared to pay.

He San hurriedly stopped him: "Customer, how can I ask for your money?"

Not greedy for small gains is Chen Wanrong's good character, and he smiled and said, "The boss has said that, if I don't pay, wouldn't I become a bully?"

This was a bit serious. He San thought Chen Wanrong was unhappy and hurriedly said, "If the guest official must give it, just give it fifty cents. This is already very high."

Chen Wanrong is a sensible person. His price is too low. He smiled and said, "I'll give you a hundred dollars first, and you can get more and get more. You'll be busy first. I'll go out to do something and come later."

"Okay!" He San could see that Chen Wanrong was a good person, so he couldn't help but feel relieved and hurriedly sent Chen Wanrong out of the house.

Chen Wanrong didn't go far, but only heard He San's voice coming from the room: "Master Zhang, let's put Master Fo Guang's work first, and do this guest official first."

A somewhat old voice: "Shopkeeper, what are you doing? Master Fo Guang has a lot of work and will take several days to do it. If he doesn't do it now, it may not be too late."

"It's okay! This guest official will do it first, just do it!" He San gave the order with great certainty. A person who can't even afford to offend monks is not capable of being offended by him. It's better to be careful and do it earlier.

Chen Wanrong touched his forehead and thought that it would be possible to hit the Buddha's light. I don't know how long it would take to do this thing. Monks have a transcendent position in the hearts of the people. If He San did not work, he would not be able to spend even more money. This accident would have such an effect, which Chen Wanrong really could not have imagined.
Chapter completed!