The sudden collapse of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Xiangguo Temple at night was finally characterized as a disrepair.

One by one, the people couldn't believe it.

On the square in front of Xiangguo Temple, the presiding master scolded his mother in his heart, and sighed compassionately on his face.

"It's all the poor monks' poor supervision that will cause the Daxiong Treasure Hall to collapse suddenly."

Master Qingyun stood aside with his hands folded as a living bodhisattva, without saying a word.

The host master glanced at him, and his heart became even more irritable.

No wonder Uncle Shi had to let him be the host and co-author...... He is best suited to be rolled out as cannon fodder.

The host master wants to cry.

The people were talking.

"Xiangguo Temple is also our Eastern Emperor Royal Temple, and the Daxiong Treasure Hall will be repaired regularly every year, how could it suddenly collapse?"

"When it shouldn't be repaired, is the repaired silver two greedy?"

"Highly likely!"

"The Daxiong Treasure Hall is a hundred years old, but when I came to Xiangguo Temple last month to offer incense, it looked very strong."

"That's it!"

"This has to be heard by heaven!"

"That's right! If there is really corruption, it should be severely punished! ”

"Yes!"

……

Host Master: "......"

Greedy?

The disciples of their temple do not eat as well as the dogs of famous families.

The host master hurriedly spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monks will personally enter the palace to inform Your Majesty about the collapse of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but it is true that our temple disciples are greedy...... The main hall is in disrepair, and the ...... Re-covered. ”

There was a voice from the people.

"Re-cover? What about money? ”

"That's right! Where does the money come from? Do we guys donate sesame oil money? ”

Someone is more sensible.

"The host master doesn't want such a thing to happen, but since it has happened, it's better to start recovering it right now, after all...... I like Xiangguo Temple very much, and the Buddha has always been very effective! ”

"Me too! I'm still thinking about asking my son for a marriage today! My son is almost twenty-three years old and will never marry again...... Do I want this face anymore? Our incense is about to be broken! ”

……

Just as the presiding master was about to speak to appease the people again, Feng Mian came with his four younger brothers.

The presiding master was busy with a group of disciples to salute.

"The poor monk has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highnesses, His Royal Highness Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

The people were dumbfounded.

Sangkokuji Temple is a royal temple, and it is normal for royal bloodlines to come here.

But every time the nobles in the palace came, the temple was under martial law, and they, the common people, could not see the slightest shadow at all.

Today...... not only saw the shadow, but also saw the appearance of the five princes of the dynasty.

One of them is the crown prince of the current dynasty, and they are the crown prince of the east.

The people were stunned and reacted quickly and knelt down in unison.

"See His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

"I've seen four highnesses!"

Fengmian slept and was refreshed.

I went to the backyard to see Xiao Yanbao first, but Uncle Ji said that Yanbao hadn't woken up yet, so he turned back again.

The hall of the great majesty has fallen.

It's still a big night.

There are still many pilgrims living in the backyard of Xiangguo Temple, and this news can't be hidden at all.

He woke up his four younger brothers, discussed it, and came.

Feng Mian smiled and spoke.

"Everyone, please get up, Gu and his four younger brothers come here, and you can treat us as ordinary pilgrims in Xiangguo Temple."

The people were secretly surprised.

Their Eastern Crown Prince is as approachable as rumored.

The host master breathed a sigh of relief.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xie."

The people also got up with them.

Fengmian spoke again.

"Master Host, last night the Daxiong Treasure Hall suddenly collapsed, you, Master Qingyun and the disciples of Xiangguo Temple were investigating the cause overnight, and they didn't close their eyes until now, it's hard work."

The host master was moved and wanted to cry.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be regarded as speaking fairly.

He really didn't know why the Mahavira Hall collapsed.

Obviously, there are no problems.

The explanation was not clear, and when he turned around and came to His Majesty, he was scolded lightly by splitting his head and covering his face.

Don't think about hosting or anything, I guess I can't save my life.

Only then did the people take a closer look at the master of Xiangguo Temple and a group of disciples.

The eyes were bloodshot, and each one was more tired than the other.

Even the host master has several torn robes on his body, and there is a lot of mud on the sleeves and hem.

The disciples were even more miserable.

Some of the disciples had blood on their faces.

But even so, they pulled out the fragments of the Golden Buddha from the rubble.

The fragments were placed on the robes, and the fragments were clean, and each one was more embarrassed and one silent.

Sangokuji Temple is their home.

The Golden Buddha was also cast little by little by them with incense money over the years.

It is the most valued existence of Xiangguoji Temple.

The Golden Buddha was shattered, and the Mahavira Hall collapsed.

The saddest thing is the monks of Xiangguoji Temple, not the pilgrims.

The people hung their heads and looked embarrassed.

The host noticed the change in the mood of the people and spoke up quickly.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is serious, the poor monk and others just did what they wanted."

"It's our fault for not protecting the Golden Buddha and the Mahavira Temple."

Fengmian spoke softly.

"The Golden Buddha can be recast, the Daxiong Treasure Hall can be rebuilt, and the presiding master, all of you have the most rare heart for Xiangguo Temple."

Speaking of this, Feng Mian looked at his four younger brothers.

Wind Erli, Wind Three, Gale Four, Ling and Feng Xiaowu spoke at the same time.

"A few of our brothers have a little private money, and all of them are donated to Xiangguo Temple, and I hope that the presiding master will personally supervise the rebuilding of the Daxiong Treasure Hall."

After finishing speaking, Feng Erli smiled awkwardly.

"As for the recasting of the Golden Buddha...... We...... I can't reach it. ”

Feng Sanlie nodded.

"The Daxiong Treasure Hall is going to be built with more style, we have exhausted our private money, and we really don't have the money to cast a golden Buddha again."

Feng Siling: "I hope to host Master Haihan." ”

Feng Xiaowu straightened his belly, turned his head and asked the host master.

"Master Host, do you have to be a Golden Buddha?"

The host shook his head busily.

"No, no, No, Your Highness, the Golden Buddha Wood Buddha or the Porcelain Buddha can be. The Buddha is in the heart, not on the surface. ”

Feng Xiaowu blinked.

"Then go back and ask His Royal Highness the mother concubine to see if she still has private money, can she donate some, and the presiding master can set up a wooden Buddha first."

The host nodded busily.

"His Royal Highness Xie Wu is kind, and the poor monk will find a way to deal with the Buddha statue."

Feng Mian laughed.

"Master host, although our sister Yanbao didn't come to Xiangguo Temple, after learning about it from the secret guard, she specially arranged for someone to send these silver tickets overnight."

"I said that let the masters buy some ingredients with silver tickets first, eat and drink well, take care of their bodies, and then rebuild the Daxiong Treasure Hall."

The silver ticket was thick, and the top was a thousand taels.

The people took a look at it, and the preliminary estimate was not less than 50,000 taels.

Some people wondered.

"Isn't Your Majesty without a princess?"

"Yanbao? Who is this? ”

……

Feng Mian heard it and smiled brightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our sister used to live in Gu Xiangfu, she is the sixth lady of Gu Xiangfu, her nickname is Yanbao, and now she is the lord of Fu Jin who was personally appointed by her father."

The people suddenly realized.

"It's the Gu Xiangfu who pretended to take the little girl A-Niang back to the house for burial, and then returned to the house in disgrace!"

"I know, I know!"

"Gu Xiang is still in prison now!"

"Gu Xiangfu and Yongle Bofu are in-laws, Gu Xiangfu was sentenced to the Nine Clans a few days ago because Yongle Bofu intended to murder the emperor's heir, and Gu Xianggu is within the Nine Clans!"

"That's great! I heard that Miss Gu Liu's life in Gu Xiang's Mansion is not as good as that of the servants in the mansion! ”

"The little lord of Fu Jin seems to be only three years old, and in the middle of the night, he asked people to send silver tickets to Xiangguo Temple, which is really kind!"

"What a hearted little county lord."

"She said that let the monks in the temple eat and drink well first, and then work, so sensible and caring......"

……

The five Fengmian brothers listened and watched, looked at each other and smiled.

Xiao Yanbao, who was still stinging in the backyard, opened her eyes in a daze, and seemed to hear countless people praising her.

The little guy was confused.

Ji Wuchen hurriedly called her.

"Yanbao, how are you?"