A lonely walker, holding a smooth wooden stick in his hand, and walking between the vast rocks, his steps were very steady and down-to-earth. His practice for thousands of miles was at his feet. This was taught by his teacher. If he could use his feet, he would never ride a horse. There were not many opportunities to come out like this, and he cherished using his feet to cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

There were not many bags on the side of the horse, and he could carry the weight of his own. It was like a temptation, constantly waving to him. He warned himself that he would ride this horse if he really couldn't walk. After walking for several days and nights, he stopped until he saw a gathering point of the same size as the tribe he was in. It turned out that he could reach here without riding a horse, and he once again completed a kind of practice.

I don’t know when it started, but there were more monks in this world. Bardo saw this monk with the same outfit as the tribe on the border. You said he was a monk, but he had a small flat head. You said he was not a monk, but his behavior made Bardo, who looked at him from afar, couldn’t help but look in awe.

Bardo completed the handover with the knight opposite him at the border of the tribe. He met the fake monk in the direction he came. He deeply believed that this guy was a fake monk. His clothes were too simple, and there were several patches on his clothes. The monks worshipped on the desk at home were not golden robes. In Bardo's subconscious, only the monks wearing precious clothes were real monks.

"Monk, what are you doing here?" Bado changed his words. After he stared at the fake monk, he did not dare to look at him. They were a pair of peaceful and warm eyes, which made Bado's original vigilance disappear. Deep in his heart, there was no way to tell the difference between real and fake monks.

"I am here, I am just here to preach the authentic Buddhist teachings."

"We already have a few masters here, so it seems a bit unnecessary for you to come again."

"Then how will I talk to you about business?"

When Bado saw Huineng taking out a bag of salt, he never dared to say another word. He had seen that thing with the old chief. The old man hid it like a treasure and did not let anyone touch it. Before Huineng could react, Bado ran away without a trace.

After Huineng led this horse into this tribe, he realized that there was no so-called master here. Most people's concept of Buddha was just a terracotta figurine that could not speak or be shaken. He sat there and smiled at everyone. Huineng has not yet reached the face of greeting everyone who meets everyone. He showed that he would easily cramp his face if he smiled too much.

When the old chief saw him, he didn't care about his identity. It seemed that he had been angry for a long time. He kept looking at Huineng's luggage, hoping to find what he really cares about through his own vision or smell.

"Is the Chief looking for this?" When Huineng took out the bag of salt, his eyes were green.

While the two of them didn't react, Huineng directly scattered the salt in all directions. It seemed that a faint, sweet and salty smell could be smelled in the air. A bag of valuable salt disappeared without a trace.

"Blow him out for me." The furious chief ordered Bardo.

"Let's go, I have a bigger business here to talk to the Chief. I wonder if you are interested in listening?"

Bardo, who rushed out, stopped between the two of them. He was curious about what this guy would say next, so he looked back at the chief, and finally needed his decision. The chief finally compromised. A guy who dared not take half a bag of salt seriously must have something he was more interested in behind.

"I borrowed the bag of salt from a friend just now. Before I came, I promised him that he would take it back intact. When I saw your eyes, I knew that my wish for my friend would probably not be fulfilled, so I chose to burn both jade and my friend, so that my heart would be better."

"Then how do you explain to your friends when you go back?" the chief asked curiously, and began to blush because his little thoughts were seen through.

"I don't need to explain at all."

"Why?"

"I can go back to him, which means the transaction between us has been completed."

"What is your purpose?" After the chief's glitter shone, he finally woke up from the nightmare of losing salt.

"I am just delivering the message on behalf of my chief. If you have your own ideas to say to the chiefs around you, I can help you bring the words. In fact, it is very simple, it is about salt."

"What are you doing as a monk?"

"Everyone is suffering because it is still alive and his heart is endless. Because of the killing of each other over the years, it has caused a situation of distrust between each other. No one in my tribe came to pass the message. It is better to be the messenger by the monk."

"What do you chief mean?"

"I just checked the salt production. The Chief may have heard that since the salt was produced there, the price of salt has been reduced by half. I have learned some medical skills. This salt is a good thing. It can not only be seasoned, but also prevent suppuration and infection after washing the wound. A bag of salt is often worth several lives. This good thing that was originally beneficial to everyone. How can this be a tool for making money in some people? If the salt I just checked maintains this momentum, the price will drop, and the quality of the refined salt produced will get better and better."

When Bardo and the old chief heard the news, they were shocked. They could not resist such tempting conditions. Before they could recall it, they asked Huineng anxiously, "What suggestions do you chief have?"

"Everyone works together to fight a war between Yan and Yan."

"How did you know the price of salt will drop?"

"When the little monk came, he met the salt merchant named Wu in his tribe. From his helpless expression, we can see that in order to save his life, he can definitely make any concessions, and everything can be discussed. The Wei Chao people in Qingtang used to do something inappropriate. They like to squeeze you. If you don't catch this opportunity now, I'm afraid you will have to be slaughtered like cattle and sheep."

"Who are you talking about Wu Yonglin and Manager Wu?"

“That’s right.”

"He is a good man. This time he came, he gave almost all the salt we could take out. He also told us that this was his last business with us. He also said that all the salt we would buy from Yundan King at the original price in the future, and the salt would not be our share. The dog-good king is so bullying. Now you bring my token to the chiefs of other tribes, saying, "I agree with the alliance."
Chapter completed!