She was speechless.

"The little girl went up the mountain today to find Abbot Huishan. ”

She stopped a little monk: "Dare to ask this little master if he can lead the way for help?"

The little monk looked dizzy, so he naturally agreed.

However, Jingci suddenly stopped Zhou Yanqing.

"Donor! I can't hide it, the poor monk is a natural dog's nose, I don't know if the donor used sauce-flavored pork ribs for breakfast today?"

The eyes were bright.

Zhou Yanqing thought for a while, "Want to eat?"

Jingci had a serious face: "The poor monk is a monk, not the poor monk thinks about it, but the poor monk sees that the donor suffers from the incense of the world, and he is compassionate and wants to transform the donor!"

Tsk, again!

This person is really good at talking, and he can always talk nonsense with a cheeky face.

Zhou Yanqing 'hehe'.

"It's a pity, I don't think that big fish and big meat are suffering, and since Master Jingci is a monk, it is better to break that idea as soon as possible. ”

Then she Shi Shiran turned around, and ignored the unreliable monk behind her.

Jingci was stunned for a moment, and finally touched his bald head.

"The donor's heart is so small, it seems that he has to make a deal to make it. ”

He went to Xiao Ji before, and he wanted to get a piece of the pie, but as soon as he mentioned it, he was blasted out by Xiao Ji with a black face.

Today's mouth is tasteless, and he sighs sadly.

"Hey, why should foodies be embarrassed by foodies, Xiaoji is too...... I don't know where I got the bird's breath, but it happened to the poor monk. The poor monk is really miserable, too bitter and too bitter!"

Then he followed Zhou Yanqing leisurely, and said in his heart that after the little donor and Huishan finished talking about business, he went to the little donor to make a deal.

Come to think of it, with the 'kindness' of the little donor, he will definitely not refuse his little request.

......

It is not right to overturn a boatload of people with a rod.

The weird monk Jingci is very unreliable, but since entering the Nine Folds Temple, Zhou Yanqing has corrected his attitude.

But it turns out that there is no most unreliable, only more unreliable!

The painting style up and down the nine-fold temple is strange, just like the abbot in front of her, Master Huishan!

Zhou Yanqing walked into a fragrant house, saw Master Huishan of the fairy wind bone, and simply explained his intentions.

The old god Huishan is here.

"It turns out that the benefactor is for this...... That's it, it's not a second price, 10,000 taels of gold!"

Zhou Yanqing: "......"

Zhou Yanqing: "???"

Hye-sun whined.

"This little benefactor, the poor monk is not easy, there are more than a thousand mouths up and down this nine-fold temple, in order to support these Buddhist disciples, Lao Qu, as the abbot, has to take responsibility!"

Is this playing the emotional card?

But ten thousand taels of gold?

How many taels of silver does that have to be?

Dare to ask the master, can you not be so open-mouthed?

Zhou Yanqing remembered that his solid core golden bed in Zichen Palace, which was eight or nine meters long, said in his heart that after this incident, the dragon bed was afraid that it would be missing a big corner again.

Master Huishan wiped his tears and began to complain again, alluding to the emperor's inhumanity.

In the past, when the year was good, these monks could still go out to make good fortunes and get the kindness of the people.

But since Emperor Yongyin ascended the throne, the national situation of this Great Zhou is not as good as a year.

The folk are smoky, and the temple is also a livelihood, all counting on the pilgrims to add some sesame oil money to live.

In short, Master Huishan grinds and grinds, just one word, money!

And there is no bargaining!

If you want to eliminate disasters and solve misfortunes, you must have 10,000 taels of gold!

Zhou Yanqing's little face turned green.