MONK JIN

 Monk Jin was from Zhucheng, Shandong Province. His father was a scoundrel, for the sake of a few hundred coins to sell him to the temple in the Wulian Mountain as a monk. Monk Jin hour is very stupid, chanting and meditating a kind of Buddhist skills how can not learn, but for the temple pig herding, to the market to buy things, like a servant. Later, to the gold monk shaved precepts of the master died, left some money, the gold monk, swept away, left the temple, with the money to do grocery shopping. He used the money to buy and sell groceries. He cheated the buyers and monopolized the market to make huge profits, and he was very shrewd in his schemes. After a few years, he became very rich and bought a lot of good land and houses in Shui Po.

 Monk Jin had many disciples, and those who ate at his house numbered in the hundreds every day. The thousands of acres of fertile fields that surrounded the water slopes were all owned by Monk Jin. He built dozens of residences in the water slopes, and all the people living in them were monks, with no other lay disciples; even if there were, they were people who were so poor that they had no estates, and who, with their wives and children, had come to rent a house to live in and to rent land to plant. In each gate, these land-growing families lived one by one in the surrounding area, and the monks lived in the center. In front there was the hall, the beams of the roof, the gables, the arches on the pillars and the short pillars on the beams, all depicted in gold and splendor; the table and screen on the hall were so crystalline and polished that they could be seen by the shadows of men. Behind it was the bedroom, with red curtains, embroidered draperies, orchid musk filling the room with fragrance; the carved sandalwood bed was inlaid with exquisite studs, and the bed was covered with brocade bedding, folded up to more than a foot thick; densely-packed pictures of beauties and landscapes, all in the handwriting of celebrities, were hung all over the walls, with almost no room to spare. As long as the golden monk gave a call, dozens of people outside the door agreed in unison, sounding like thunder. Those servants wore thin tasseled hats and long leather boots, like crows flocking and swans standing in respect; when they were ordered, they could only speak with their mouths covered and listen with their ears turned sideways. If the guests came in a hurry, a dozen tables of banquet can also be immediately done, fat meat and sweet wine, steamed chicken and smoked duck, such as the rich dishes have been served up, steaming hot full of table. Just do not dare to openly store courtesans; but there are more than a dozen beautiful young people, are very clever, very good at pleasing people, they use black veil wrapped around the head, singing colorful ditties, to see their performances, listen to their singing, but also very good.

 If Monk Jin went out, there were always dozens of followers before and after him, they rode horses, and their bows and arrows clashed with each other, which was very impressive. The servants all called monk Jin as "master"; the upper class or lower class commoners in the county, some call him "ancestor", some call him "uncle", Some of the upper class or lower class commoners in the county called him "Zu", some called him "Uncle" or "Uncle", but not "Master" or "Superior", nor did they call him by his Zen name. His disciples go out, although not as impressive as him, but the car like a gathering of wind and clouds, and the noble gentleman is not much different. Monk Jin's contacts and very wide, even thousands of miles away from the news is also very well informed. He used this to blackmail the local officials, the local officials if by chance offended him, will be scared to death, scared to death. And the golden monk is despicable and rough, without a bit of civilized gas. He has never held a book of scripture in his life, never recited a mantra, and never stepped into the temple, the house has not placed the cymbals and drums used in the practice of the event; these kinds of things, his disciples not only did not see, but also did not hear about it.

 All the families who rented houses in Shui Po, the women dressed up very colorful, as in the capital; rouge and powder, all from the monks, and the monks were not stingy. Therefore, there were about one hundred families in Shui Po who did not farm but were called peasants. Sometimes, the brutal tenant killed the monk and buried under the bed, the gold monk is not much to pursue, just the tenant away even if. All these are the result of accumulated habits.

 Monk Jin also bought a child with a different surname, privately adopted as his son, and invited a teacher to teach his son to learn the science and technology examination homework. This son is very smart, the article did a good job, so he was told to enter the county school; soon, according to the regulations of the donation to do the supervisor; and soon after, to Beijing Shuntian Province to participate in the township exams, the exams were successful candidates. Therefore, the monk was called "Taigong", more famous. Those who used to call him "Master" now call him "Master", and those who kneeled down to bow to him, all hung their hands down and respectfully performed the rites of children and grandchildren.

 Soon, the "monk" died. His son in mourning, sleeping on a straw bed, pillow, and kneeling in front of the spirit of the north, calling themselves "orphaned son"; those disciples of the disciples came to mourn, they put down the wailing staff, the bed are piled up; and in the spirit of the tent behind the mourning and weeping, but only the wife of the man one person. Scholar's family women are dressed in gorgeous costumes to the spiritual hall, open up the spiritual tent condolences, carriages and horses so many that the road are blocked. The day of the funeral of the monk Jin, the spirit shed connected with the clouds and sky, the spirit streamers cover the sky. To the gold monk buried grass people and horses, are glued with gold foil, covered with satin; burial goods with the car and a variety of ceremonial items, there are dozens of pieces: thousands of horse figurines, hundreds of figurines of beauty, are lifelike. The funeral procession of the road god Fang Bi, Fang Xiang, is made of paper shells made of giants, head tied with a black scarf, wearing gold armor; inside is empty, across a wooden frame, respectively, so that a living person to hide in it to carry it away. There was also a mechanism in the giant, and when it was turned up the whiskers trembled and the eyes flashed, as if it were going to yell loudly. See the people are very surprised, some small children saw from afar, they were scared to run back crying. With paper mache made of the Yin House, like the palace so magnificent, the pavilions are connected, winding corridors, walls constantly, occupying dozens of acres of land, thousands of doors inside, into the people like into a maze, not out. All kinds of offerings, most of which could not be named. There were so many people coming to the funeral that the hoods of the cars bumped into each other. From the local governors, they all bent over and bowed their backs to come in, with the same etiquette as if they were on a pilgrimage to see the emperor; from the gong supervisors to the officials, they kowtowed with both hands on the ground, and left when they were done, not daring to trouble the prince or those masters and uncles.

 At that time, the whole city came to see the fun, men and women, young and old, walking panting and sweating, the road was endless; some of them brought their wives and children, some of them held babies in their arms, or shouted for their brothers, or looked for their sisters, it was really a crowd of people. In addition to the clamor of drums and music, plus the sound of various operas, juggling gongs and drums, the noise is so loud that you can not even hear what you are saying. People watching the crowd, below the shoulders are hidden in the crowd, only to see ten thousand heads, black and crowded into a piece. One of the pregnant woman suddenly abdominal pain, it seems to be about to give birth, the female companions open the skirt as a screen tent, surrounded by a circle waiting; only to hear a baby crying, pregnant women do not have time to ask is a boy, girl, tear off a piece of skirt wrapped up and embraced in their arms, some people help her, some people pulling her, step by step and limp away. This is really a spectacle! After the funeral, the property left by Monk Kim was divided into two parts: one for his son and one for his disciples. The lifter received half of the property and lived in the middle mansion, while the south, north, west and east sides of the residence were all inhabited by monks; but these monks were all known as brothers, and their destinies were still closely related.