As soon as he saw Luo Cheng, Zhizhi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said hurriedly: "Abbot, you can come out, the donors of Xiaoyao Sword Village have been waiting all morning!"

Although he didn't hear the word 'we' clearly, Luo Cheng was already very ashamed in his heart, he went to Huizhou last time to make Qingfeng wait for a long time, and this time he lost his manners, he, the host of Beichan Temple, was quite incompetent, and he really couldn't find any reason to justify. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Luo Cheng had to leave Ji Na and Xiao Liu in the room, briefly tidy up their appearance, and hurriedly went to the meeting.

What made Luo Cheng feel strange was that the intelligence did not lead him to the Jingshe, the two came directly to the Baohua Palace, and when they entered the door, Luo Cheng was dumbfounded, the monks in the temple and the disciples of Xiaoyao Jianzhuang sat opposite each other on the ground, Huilun was in the first place, and the one who was sitting in the first place was leisurely tasting tea was actually Duan Hao, the owner of Xiaoyao Jianzhuang, in front of him, Luo Cheng took three steps and made two steps, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

After a period of greetings, Huilun came down from the main seat, and the two sides sat down again. Luo Cheng beckoned his intelligence to his side and whispered softly, "Have you ever used it for lunch?"

Zhizhi shook his head slightly when he heard this, Luo Cheng was embarrassed in his heart, so he had to turn his head and discuss with Huilun: "The guests are coming from afar, and it's not early now, why don't you enjoy a meal here?"

Although Hui Lun didn't like it in his heart, since the abbot said so, he had to do it. He waved a small novice, gave a few explanations, and then sat up straight, and the little novice trotted away after receiving the order.

"Abbot Luo, we are not outsiders, the old man will get straight to the point!"

Seeing that Luo Cheng was hesitant, Duan Lao put down the teacup and said bluntly: "I don't know if Abbot Luo's proposal was discussed with the senior monks in the temple last time, and the old man would like to hear about it!"

Luo Cheng almost took a selfie in his head, his face was hot, during this time, he was so focused on practicing martial arts and Xiaoyu that he forgot such an important thing, he was really embarrassed at the moment, but everyone came to the door, and it was definitely inappropriate to talk nonsense, if it caused a misunderstanding of the other party, it would be worth the loss. Luo Cheng had to confess: "I'm really ashamed, I've been busy with private affairs these days, and I really haven't been able to discuss it with the senior monks of this temple, but today everyone gathers together, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and it's okay to talk about it!

Chi Qingfeng, who was sitting in the first place under Duan Hao, listened to a cold sweat on his forehead, fortunately, Shizun is a generous person, and any senior master who is a bull ear in the same way came with good intentions, and after listening to the other party's answer, he may leave with his sleeves away. Sure enough, Duan Hao just said flatly: "Thank you for the abbot's kindness, but the old man and his disciples are disrespectful!"

Luo Cheng listened to Duan Lao's answer with trepidation, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, taking advantage of the gap before the meal came up, he briefly explained to the monks in the temple the idea of forming an alliance with Xiaoyao Jianzhuang and helping allies solve difficulties, so that they could digest it well during the meal, so that they would not talk about it with a lot of emotions, and it would be impossible to clean up.

Those deacons and monks are still quite cultivated, and after hearing this, both for and against are silent, calculating the pros and cons in their hearts, and preparing to fight for more benefits for Beichan Temple after lunch.

Being a deacon monk is not to eat fasting and chanting Buddha can get by, especially in this troubled world, abuse of kindness can not solve any problems, Beichan Temple strong enemy feeding, maintaining neutrality is a helpless move to protect themselves, not every monk can be as compassionate as red leaves, no desire, in fact, a considerable number of people still hope to restore the former glory of Beichan Temple. Where today's events will ultimately go, I believe no one in the room will guess.

After a while, the rice was served like a stream, and some monks also prepared incense cases for the usual morning and evening classes for everyone here.

This meal was eaten quite quietly, after Luo Cheng finished eating, even the sound of chewing and drinking soup disappeared, Luo Cheng had never eaten with the monks of Beichan Temple, today was an eye-opener, but even the guests of Xiaoyao Sword Village were the same, he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the meal was like this? Fortunately, half an hour later, everyone had almost eaten, Luo Cheng immediately ordered the monks to clean up the scene, and everyone took advantage of the meal to think about it for a long time, and now they all looked solemn and affectionate, because it was time to get to the point......

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, the funeral deacon Zizang straightened his clothes and spoke: "Qiqi Abbot, the poor monk thinks that Beichan Temple has been neutral for a long time, and it is really not suitable to participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes. ”

Luo Cheng also thought that the monks were already thinking about how to deal with the opening of the road and the construction of the temple, and he didn't expect that there were still monks who were angry about the alliance between the two factions, and it seemed that it was no accident that Hongye could not get one step closer when he was alive, but Luo Cheng was a master who dared to fight, young and vigorous, and had no fear at all, and shouted: "Zizang, the covenant between the two factions has been concluded, do you want to make me, the abbot, rebel?"

"The poor monk is here!"

The intelligent voice stood in front of Luo Cheng and replied loudly: "I don't know what happened to the abbot?"

Luo Cheng pointed at Zizang and said: "Strip off the robe of this thing that bewitches the people, and punish him to the wall of the meditation hall for a year!"

Without saying a word, Zhizhi stepped forward on the spot and took off Zizang's robe, grabbed the opponent's point with his big hand, and dragged him out of the hall without waiting for the other party to argue.

Seeing this scene, all the monks didn't dare to take a breath, Luo Cheng wanted to kill the chickens and monkeys, and deter those monks who were about to move......

In fact, in Luo Cheng's impression, Zizang is still relatively motivated and diligent, but unfortunately he doesn't know the current affairs at this time, so Luo Cheng has to take him under the knife. However, Luo Chengnian did not kill all of them in the same door, although he was deprived of his position, but it is not a punishment to think about it in the face of the wall in the Jingsi Palace, the Jingsi Hall is a place where the monks of the past dynasties have participated in enlightenment, and the enlightenment experience of the great sages is engraved on the wall, but it is not a casual entry, which can be regarded as a disguised compensation, the monks did not attack on the spot, and it is also the place where Luo Cheng grasped the proportion.

There was another embarrassing silence, Chi Qingfeng thought that his heart was strong enough, but he was frightened today, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Fortunately, the little sister didn't follow, otherwise wouldn't it be a mess.

On the contrary, Duan Lao was quite calm, leisurely sipping tea, with a relaxed face, as if he was visiting the mountains and rivers today.

At this time, a young deacon monk sitting at the bottom stood up and spoke: "The poor monk said that the abbot said that the matter of opening the road and repairing it was protracted and cost a lot of money.

Luo Cheng had no impression of this monk, it seemed that he was a group of newly promoted people, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Ziyan, you are in charge of that room, according to your estimate, how much will it cost to build the road?"

Ziyan replied respectfully: "The poor monk is in charge of the treasurer, mainly responsible for the land title deed and floating wealth of the Beichan Temple, according to the poor monk's estimate, to build the road as the abbot said, although it is only repaired, it will cost at least nearly one million taels of silver, not to mention the future maintenance and post station defense along the way......"

Hearing this, Luo Cheng was a head and two big, originally his idea was good, but in reality it was so cumbersome to operate, it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, he couldn't help but think of Situ Lei's big thief, I don't know if this brotherhood is worth a million taels. Thinking of this, Luo Cheng asked helplessly: "Then can we afford it in Beichan Temple?"

Luo Cheng didn't know how many silver taels there were in the treasury of Beichan Temple, and he didn't know that the temple, which had been peaceful for nearly two hundred years, was simply rich. Not to mention the donations that came to Cintamandaki, the fields and shops in various states, as well as the huge profits released from them, are astronomical every day. Ziyan knew that this abbot had no concept of money, so he hesitated slightly: "The expenses of this temple are quite huge, and one million taels has been the income of this temple for nearly two years, not to mention that in order to prevent pirates, we have to build warships and recruit sailors, I am afraid it will be ......."

Hearing this, even Luo Cheng understood that the matter of building roads and guarding was not so simple, and if he took out two years' income to promote this matter, the more than a thousand monks would have to drink the northwest wind, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

At this time, Duan Laoqing, who had been silent, coughed and said: "There is a thunder mountain near the sea in Leizhou, which hides a considerable amount of silver mines, but unfortunately there are not enough people in this state, I wonder if the Beichan Temple can give assistance?"

Although Duan Lao said another thing, but smart people understood what he meant, Luo Cheng's face showed a hint of joy, and just wanted to speak, Ziyan quietly preemptively said: "I don't know what kind of assistance Xiaoyao Sword Village needs?"

Duan Hao slowly took a sip of tea, his eyes swept over the other party in an instant, and finally stopped at Ziyan, and said indifferently: "The full power is mined by Beichan Temple, and the village only needs thirty percent!"

Luo Cheng didn't know how many Sancheng there were at all, and his eyes for help were aimed at Huilun, and Ziyan didn't dare to speak at this time, almost all his eyes were focused on the first Huilun of Baohua Palace. The old monk seemed to be about to fall asleep, but at this time, his eyes suddenly opened, and his essence flashed: "At most, twenty percent, the fire consumption of refining is not low! Counting the expenses, Beichan Temple can still afford it!"

"Make!"

After getting Duan Lao's consent, Huilun fell asleep again, and Ziyan took over and said: "In addition, Beichan Temple has an idea, hoping to open a capital protection mansion near Thunder Mountain, so as to protect Yinshan from uproar, and at the same time to ensure the peace in the south of Leizhou!"

One word stirred up a thousand waves, although Ziyan's words were not instructed by Luo Cheng, but anyone would think that it was his meaning, especially just now Luo Cheng also 'faked' that he had not discussed it with the monks in the temple, and he didn't expect that even the plan had been arranged. What's more, what Ziyan said is reasonable, Luo Cheng, a dumb man, is really bitter and unspeakable.

Seeing that even Chi Qingfeng threw him an inquiring look, Luo Cheng was so angry that he didn't know how to speak, but at this time, the old man agreed and said: "This Ziyan master's proposal is quite pertinent, but the old man suggested that the scale of the Beichan Temple Metropolitan Protectorate should not exceed the establishment of the Leizhou Metropolitan Protectorate, that is to say, it cannot exceed three thousand people, so the old man has no opinion." ”

"Amitabha!"

Hearing this, Ziyan saluted Duan Lao, turned to Luo Cheng and said respectfully: "I respectfully ask the abbot to decide!"

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