Chapter 439: The First Holy Master of the Temple Who Was Bullied

(End of 3 chapters)

In the room of the account book management department on the left side of the core temple of the Qitian Star Temple, countless account books are neatly placed.

These books, which date back a thousand years, keep a unified record of all the accounts of the entrance and exit of the temple and the entrance fees and other inputs of the harvest.

Several temple guards, under the command of the Holy Master, shuttled back and forth between the high account rack and the stone tables and chairs where Leng Feng was.

A huge account book, which was one meter thick and three meters wide, was quickly flipped through by Leng Feng using the golden life energy.

In terms of Leng Feng's reading speed, it is indeed possible to easily understand the content of a page at a glance.

Since a thousand years ago, Leng Feng has consulted thousands of account books so far, of course, some of them have been drawn from a thousand years apart, until this year's accounts.

When he saw the first volume, Leng Feng's face became difficult to look at.

Because, according to the rules of the Lejin clan, the maintenance cost of the Qitian Star Temple should be borne by the core finance department of the Qitian Galaxy and the Lejin clan, that is, half of the local self-raised and half of the central appropriation, and the annual cost is about 100,000 gold coins, that is, more than 10 million las coins.

Such a fee is only equivalent to 50 million yuan of human federal currency. For the temple of a galaxy of the Lejin clan, such a fee is not high, and it is even quite frugal.

But according to the books, the funds were reduced by half in the first book. That is to say, there are only 50,000 gold coins. In the financial books of the tenth year, the amount of money transferred to the temple from above was reduced from 50,000 gold to 40,000 gold coins.

In the second hundredth year, the amount allocated was reduced to 20,000 ducats. A hundred years ago, in the books of accounts, the amount of money that had been allocated had been reduced to zero.

In the annual account books, it is recorded that each day is paid by the income from the collection of entrance fees and the teaching of private warfare skills.

The entry fee started at two nickels, but by a hundred years ago it had increased fivefold to one silver coin. As for the teaching of combat skills, in addition to the official set of ground combat skills, there is no charge, and the private combat skills of the ten saint masters will receive one silver coin for each person taught.

Judging from the annual land fee, it is about a little more than 100,000 gold coins.

Among the major expenditure items, the most important one is those who are of low rank, that is, below the * level, and need to consume a lot of food, and the annual temple expenditure accounts for as much as sixty percent of this expenditure.

The other items are the energy consumption and communication costs of the temple, as well as the salaries of the three thousand temple guards.

If there are surplus funds at the end of the year, the temple guards will buy a lot of food and distribute them directly to the poorest people in the poor urban areas on the Apocalypse.

All the accounts were extremely clear, and Leng Feng's face became extremely ugly when he saw Zuihou.

"The money from the Finance Department of the Holy Master Weishenme can't go to the temple, and the appropriation for the Qitian Galaxy is also decreasing year by year? weishenme？ ”

Even if Leng Feng didn't understand it at first, he understood it after reading these account books.

Whether it is the allocation of the Central Finance Department of the Lejin Clan or the allocation of the local finance of Qitianxing, they are all decreasing until they reach zero, how can the temple without money maintain its normal operation?

However, the idea of accepting an entrance fee and a fee for learning combat skills from the Lejin people who climbed to the top of the mountain was calculated to the extent that it was enough to exceed the actual cost. But the money due to the weishenme cannot be allocated to the temple?

This question has always puzzled Leng Feng, if Cooper can only deduct half of the local appropriation, the funds above must be allocated, right?

What's more, before he came here, he had learned that the presiding officer of the Qitian Temple was a powerful second-order powerhouse in the starry sky, and his status was quite high among the Lejin clan, how could he get to the point of charging the poor and selling skills?

"Nottalod, it's very simple that the first holy master of our Qitian Temple has offended the people above, and he has been concentrating on further study in recent years, and once he has been studying, he will sleep for at least a hundred years, so after discovering that the above has deducted the allocated fees, he came up with this way to deal with it." The Holy Master couldn't help but shake his head and replied to Leng Feng.

Hearing the general's explanation, Leng Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

"A hundred years of study? Then he weishenme does not report the situation of the temple to the lord? Leng Feng couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Report to your lordship? You're really an ignorant civilian. The temple is a sacred place in the eyes of the people, but in my Lejin clan, there is only one branch under the clan's armament department. ”

"Neither the First Saint Master nor we, the Saint Masters, have the right to report any situation to the higher levels. Do you think it's so easy to get the message to your lordship? How could a lord be concerned about such a trivial matter? ”,

"It was the Armaments Agency that withheld the money distributed by the Treasury and it was decreasing from year to year. And Cooper, the administrative officer who was instructed from above, dared to finally stop the local expenses. ”

The Holy Master's face showed a look of helplessness, and he looked at Leng Feng with an ignorant expression.

Leng Feng nodded, now he finally understood. It was clearly that this First Saint Master had offended some of the heads in the Armaments Administration, which led to the embarrassment of the Heavenly Star Temple above.

And this First Holy Master can indeed endure it, and he actually let it be detained, and there has been no Xiangshang report for a thousand years. Until 200 years ago, everything was zero, and they continued to endure it, and the fees charged increased slightly.

In this way, his previous anger was meaningless. At the end of the day, the temple exists to train soldiers and officers for the Lekin and to hand over S soldiers to the Doras Empire.

And on this basis, the way to solve the cost is certainly somewhat unreasonable. But the First Saint Master must be powerless to resist, so he will use this self-supporting method to solve the problem of survival.

When he thought of a second-order powerhouse in the starry sky, he was actually bullied to such an extent, and he didn't dare to resist at all. Leng Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, he could threaten a second-order powerhouse of the Starry Sky, it was definitely not the oppression of the place where personal force was formed, it was definitely a certain big shili in the upper echelons of the Lejin clan.

Just like the Lu family on that earth, although they are in the opposition, for ordinary officials and even high-level officials, it is definitely a huge shili that cannot be provoked.

In the Lejin clan, although there are not many second-order powerhouses in the starry sky on the bright side, there are more than ten people. There are dozens of stealthy starry sky powerhouses on Le Jinxing, so it would not be so unusual if the first holy master of the Qitian Star Temple also had a fearful shili.

"Helping the Holy Master, can you let me meet with the First Holy Master Nadia. I'm curious to know, who is the shili or the powerful person who has been persecuting him all these years? As Leng Feng spoke, a look of sincerity appeared on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" The milky white light on the surface of the Holy Master's body flashed, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes and asked.

"Saint Master, please let these guards get out," Leng Feng said with a smile.

It's time to reveal his identity, after making sure that this temple is only surviving, not accumulating a lot of money, and is still being oppressed by the Armaments Administration, even the First Holy Master does not dare to fight against it, Leng Feng's idea of solving the problem is getting stronger and stronger.

This Qitian system will be one of the transit points for the Human Federation to purchase all kinds of materials and transfer them back to the Federation. Cold Front needed a stable galaxy, and whether it was the Legion, the Governor, or even the Temple, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

If we can't solve these problems, we won't be able to really manage this galaxy, and we won't be able to make this galaxy provide safe services for the Human Federation.

After hearing this, the general groaned, then waved his hand, signaling several guards to immediately exit the stone room of the account management department.

After a few guards left, the alloy gate slowly closed.

"......Who the hell are you?"

"See Lord Star."

When Fu General saw the young man in tattered clothes in front of him, the rags disappeared in an instant, and he changed into a robe with gold ornaments, and after a handsome face like a knife appeared, he immediately knelt on the ground and folded his hands in a big salute.

Although he hadn't watched the live broadcast of Leng Feng's canonization a few days ago, when he heard that Lord Lord had canonized this Yu Feng Nader, he had activated a feathered holy light that was only released once in many 10,000 years. Therefore, the ten holy masters in the temple all watched the canonization ceremony afterwards.

Leng Feng's handsome image, coupled with the fact that he is so valued by Yu Tenad, of course the assistant can recognize him at a glance.

"Fu Jiang Holy Master, you can take me to see the First Holy Master now" Leng Feng immediately leaned over and helped Fu Jiang up.

"Lord Star Lord, the First Saint Master is currently in the third order of the Starry Sky, so I can't see you in person. But I can tell you all the details, and let's go to the temple," said the general, with a look of excitement on his face.

This Windless Nader is the cousin of the Lord Lord, and upon his return, he was made a Star Lord. It can be said that he is simply the best candidate for the heir of the lord, and with such a star lord who is extremely close to the lord coming in person, the general is naturally willing to tell the details.

To tell the truth, when Leng Feng arrived at Qitian Star, the political officer Cooper and the legion commander were silent, and at least the temple party should be notified to send someone to participate.

However, the temple party did not receive an invitation at all, and it was not until half an hour ago that the Fu General learned that the Star Lord had arrived at Qitian Star this morning, and it was too late to go to the welcoming procession. ,

"No need, please directly invite the other eight Holy Masters over. I have something to say to you. Leng Feng shook his head and said to the general.

"Obey" the general agreed, and immediately stepped into the milky white spatial crack that appeared beside him and disappeared.

After seeing the general leaving, Leng Feng also opened the spatial crack, and the clone entered to replace the body.

As the rift in his space closed, his eyes fell on the huge room of the book management department.

The countless books were neatly arranged on the shelves like huge rocks.

"It seems that no matter what race, there will be a conflict between power and interests, and this Qitian Star is a transit galaxy, if it can't be done well, it will not be conducive to the future transfer of materials. Whether it's the Governor or the Legion Commander, and the Shili who supports them and oppresses the Temple's Saints, I have to find a way to make their influence in this system disappear."

When Leng Feng thought of this, he lightly slapped one hand in the air, and a pitch-black crack that was only a dozen centimeters long and a few millimeters wide appeared, and there were bursts of palpitating special fluctuations from the crack......