Monk Jun looked at the black fingerprints on his monk's robe, as well as the small "claws" that tugged at his robe

"Jun Monk?"

Xin Lin was pitiful and looked at him, her eyes were black, big and bright, but she was stubborn.

Monk Jun has a lot of reason to believe that if he doesn't agree today, this little guy will be old with his sleeves in tow.

When you can't preach, you still have a little tail.

"Little donor, if you don't dislike it, the little monk can help recite the scriptures a few times."

Monk Jun felt a little headache.

Good women are afraid of grinding, let alone a good-tempered handsome monk.

"You? Okay, huh? ”

How can a man say that he can't do it, and if he can't do it, he has to do it!

Monk Jun is also a man, and he is a very proud man.

"I will also have some scriptures from the Taichang Qing Society."

"Okay, I believe in you!"

Xin Lin tilted his head and thought about it, his little paw was released, and he waved his hand, with a careless face.

Anyway, it's free, just try it, if it doesn't work, it's a big deal for yourself to find that Puji holy monk.

Xin Lin said secretly.

Monk Jun smiled.

"However, according to the rules of the temple, excess requires sesame oil money."

Xin Lin's eyelids jumped and he became nervous.

"How much?"

"Forty-four thousand taels."

Monk Jun smiled again.

With a snap, Xin Lin heard the sound of his heartbreak.

Forty-four thousand taels!

Monk Jun, I misread you.

In these years, the little white face and black heart are up, but they are more ruthless than the short and poor.

Forty-four thousand taels, isn't it all the money she took from Huang Daqianjin and Monk Qingyu with all her great efforts earlier?!

This monk, is it deliberate?

Xin Lin seriously suspected that Monk Jun must have been quietly following him in the shadows earlier, watching his every move.

Is there a black belly!

"Monk Jun, won't your price be too dark. Monks, be merciful, and save people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. ”

Xin Lin still wants to die and struggle.

"Little donor, the price of the little monk is very fair, and the child is not bullied. If the little donor is not happy and turns left out of the mountain, you can find someone else to overtake it. ”

Monk Jun smiled even brighter.

Xin Lin felt that this guy's smile was very dazzling.

Xin Lin pondered for a moment, and turned left when he went out, afraid that it would be dark, and the Puji Holy Monk might charge more expensive.

"Then we have ugly words ahead, I want to exceed first, and if the excess is successful, I will give money."

Xin Lin muttered, money is something outside the body, and it was extremely painful, so he handed over the silver ticket.

Before the Chu Mansion was even more, forty-four thousand, we were busy today.

Monk Jun smiled and took Xin Lin out of Wanshi Mountain.

The inner courtyard of the middle muntjac courtyard has a quieter environment than the outside.

Nothing but a few delicately constructed thin bamboos and a sandy field for meditation.

Several side rooms are scattered and distributed in the small courtyard.

The largest wing room is supposed to be Tai Changqing's residence.

Monk Jun led Xin Lin to the third wing room on the left.

In the side room, there is only one on the table.

This decoration made Xin Lin more sure, the Taichang Qing of Taichang Temple is also a stingy master, so he will give a bed anyway.

Only a stingy master would teach such a novice monk who is greedy for money.

Monk Jun motioned for Xin Lin to enshrine the bronze ancient sword on the table.

I don't know when there was another string of colorful Buddhist beads in his hand.

Monk Jun sat cross-legged and began to chant sutras.