It is a nondescript monastery. The monastery was deserted, with no birdsong, no wind, no Zen, not even a single pilgrim, only the morning light shining on its refurbished tiles.

This is a temple without pilgrims.

But this is not the poorest monastery.

As an ordinary sedan chair landed in front of the door of the temple, the old monk who sat in the hall and looked to be more than eighty years old, and the most valuable old monk in the washed white robe opened his eyes.

The middle-aged man walked down from the sedan chair slowly, and his body shook with almost every step he took, as if he was about to fall down and roll away in the next moment.

He was dressed in an extremely wide cyan brocade robe, and his head was also covered with a cyan crown of daylilies. In his hand, he is also holding a string of green sandalwood bracelets that are older than the 800-year-old tree spirit. There are a total of one hundred and eight bracelets, if it is in the hands of others, I am afraid that it is a large thing, but in the hands of a middle-aged fat man, it is almost a toy for young children in the eyes of ordinary people.

Finally walked to the meditation room of the temple, glanced lightly, and turned a blind eye to the world-famous old monk, just looked at the three-zhang high Buddha statue made of pure gold. The statue was covered with a layer of dust, as if he was afraid that he would freeze and cover it with a thin veil.

This is the two Zen temples that sit on six or seven out of ten Zen martial arts in the world?

Didn't the temple in the Three Kingdoms world cut the flowers and plants in the temple into the shape of lotus flowers, and cleaned every inch like a dog, let alone blasphemy the Buddha like this.

I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who believe.

But it doesn't mean that this middle-aged fat man doesn't believe it, he has come here many times to ask this world-famous old monk for advice, and every time he comes, he brings a few boxes of gold, but this old monk always talks to him about something he doesn't understand. And there was no mention of his question.

Fortunately, after I had a son, my personality was much better, otherwise this old monk would have been skinned and cramped by himself many times.

It's not that I can't do anything about this old monk, but I don't use extreme methods.

Thinking like this in my heart, I feel much more comfortable.

The middle-aged man stood without looking back, wanting to put his hands behind him and make a chic and cold movement, but his bucket's waist and damn arm were not strong, so it was worth giving up.

He said aloud: "Have you spent all the money and silver before the master?" Although this was politely said, it implied evil intentions.

The old monk who was covered in dirt smiled and said: "There is a concern of the benefactor, and the people of Nanzhou have been affected by the disaster recently, so they have sent out all the money and have not left a penny." ”

The middle-aged fat man in green clothes said 'oh', "Could it be that the master does not hesitate to pay for gold and silver? If you don't like it, it is also a common sentient being to melt this big Buddha and replace it with a stone Buddha." ”

The old monk, who was famous for his martial arts, did not get angry, he clasped his palms together and said softly: "It is one thing to give it or not, and it is another thing to dissolve it or not."

The fat man then said: "The master always said that we should purify all sentient beings, what if the gold and silver before were not above board?

If the third person is present, he will definitely be frightened to ashes, this big Buddha is the last His Majesty of the Donghe Kingdom, the Qing Emperor ordered the world's skilled craftsmen to spend hundreds of days to cast, how dare you say that the origin is unknown? This is the rhythm of not wanting to die.

"The war donor and the old monk don't dare to say, in fact, the money is not his own likes and dislikes, he has no own likes and dislikes, but he does what he uses the person. The old monk's words 'the person used' accentuated his tone, making the fat man's brows tuss slightly, and the anger in his eyes flashed.

The poor old monk continued: "Like a weapon, it is a person who does good deeds, not a weapon, and a person who does bad deeds is not a weapon? ”

The fat man turned his head and smiled at the poor old monk who was silent with a smile, and he said, "The master's mastery of Buddhism is really admirable, and three boxes of gold will be sent after today." ”

The old monk said: "Thank you to the donor, the donor has been unstable recently, and there seem to be signs of evil spirits. ”

The fat man said 'thank you' and hurried away, not at all looking dead or alive when he went through the door first.

When he went out, his black-clothed men were already waiting for him, and he instructed one of them, "Isn't he in the Crystal Tower? ”

"Yes!" one of the black-clothed men with a scimitar at his waist agreed, and then said, "Master, there are quite a few powerful children in the Jingbao Building......

The fat man made it into the sedan chair and snorted coldly, "Could it be that they can still do anything to me?"

......

When Ang Lee woke up, it was already dawn, and he stretched his waist to find that he didn't go back to sleep yesterday, but just lay in the room last night, the wine and food on the table had already been cleaned up, and a few plates of delicate and lovely snacks and refreshing tea were put on the table.

The wine I drank last night didn't have the stamina to make people ache, and it was really good wine! Why doesn't Cangzhou have such a good wine?

After looking at Du Hanxing, he had long since lost his whereabouts, and then looked at the earth-shattering sound of the famous 'Light Sword Wenzhou', and he had long since lost his previous pretended to be reserved.

I was thinking about it, and I picked up the delicate tea bowl and put it to my lips and took a sip. Sure enough, the life of this rich family is not ordinary, and even the morning tea is the treasure blue snow tea of the town of the Blue Gem City of the Northern Spirit Kingdom.

Not to mention this tea, even the royal family takes it like a rare treasure, and I heard that there are already 100 taels of gold and one tael of tea in the black market. Some people say that reading a book for half a lifetime is not as good as selling tea, and this is the origin of the allusion.

It also has a very apt name, 'Cha Jin', which means the gold in tea, or the gold that can be drunk.

This tea is colorless and flavorless, and the water used must flow through the jade rootless water to completely boil the soul of the tea, and the water temperature must be in the middle and upper when drinking tea, otherwise the taste of this tea will be greatly reduced.

Although Ang Lee knew its name, he didn't know what mysteries it contained, and he tasted it a few times at his aunt's house and didn't come up with a reason, so he experienced it according to the feeling he had drunk before.

Hearing a weak and weak voice coming from Zhong Wenzhou, Li An stepped forward to see that this kid was babbling in a dream.

Li An leaned down, just about to listen to what this guy said, suddenly Zhong Wenzhou opened his eyes, got up suddenly, and the two lips pressed heavily on Li An's cheeks.

In an instant, Jingbaolou was enveloped by two terrified shouts, one in front of the other.

Ahh

Ahh