Dong dong dong...

The melodious bells of Xiangguo Temple rang, and the monks who had finished their morning prayers left the temple one after another and rushed to the dining hall with their growling stomachs in hand.

At this time, Huineng had already had breakfast and was coming out of the dining hall. When the monks saw him, they stopped and saluted one after another. Huineng was neither the abbot nor the host, but he was good at managing finances. The financial power of Xiangguo Temple was held by him, so he had a very high status.

high.

After leaving the dining hall, Huineng walked leisurely to the back hall and went straight into the east wing of an inconspicuous small courtyard. Just as he sat down behind the counter, a disciple diligently handed over a bowl of hot tea.

Huineng opened the lid of the bowl, and the sweet aroma of tea overflowed. He took a sip, smacked his lips and said, "It's really good tea. The taste is much better than the previous tea foam."

He opened the account books while sipping the fragrant tea. He was not only in charge of the deposit and loan business of the temple, but also supervised the daily income and expenditure of Xiangguo Temple.

Huineng felt an unspeakable excitement in his heart when he saw the money coming in, even though the money didn't belong to him. On the other hand, when he saw the money being spent, he couldn't help but frown, feeling like a ball of cotton was stuck in his heart.

"Coffins? Or four!" Huineng turned around and asked the disciple, "Which one in the temple is dead?"

"Four members of Shopkeeper Li's family hanged themselves."

"Which shopkeeper Li?"

"That guy who runs a tung oil shop hasn't been able to pay for it for three months. Yesterday he invited people from the Salt Gang to take over his shop. Shopkeeper Li couldn't think of it and took his family of four to hang themselves. The disciples thought they were pitiful.

I paid for four coffins and asked the Salt Gang to bury them."

"Amitabha!" Hui Neng clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, "The dust returns to dust and the soul returns to the bliss of the west. Why care about how to place a stinky skin bag? The abbot often does unnecessary things for the sake of the reputation of the temple, but you

I am in charge of the temple's economy, so I must not be benevolent as a woman. The livelihood of nearly a thousand monks in the temple is in your hands and mine."

"Disciple knows this, and I promise not to spend it randomly in the future."

In the past two years, the world has been stable and life has been easy for businessmen. There are no more people coming to the temple to borrow money than before. Seeing that the sun has risen three times, no one is there.

Huineng put down the tea bowl and said, "Just keep an eye on this place. I'll leave the temple for my master and come back in the evening!"

Huineng took off his monk's robe and took out a round-collared robe and a soft-legged robe from the cabinet. He was going to leave the temple and take a nap in the outer room where he was raised. It was the outer room, and there were more than one.

As for the money to support the wife, of course it came from the temple's account, and no one would be able to tell if he made a little extra money.

Before he could change his clothes, a monk who knew the guest came to report: "Uncle Huineng has a visitor. The owner of Changle Tower said there is a big deal."

"The owner of Changle Building? Invite him over!"

Huineng took off his round-collared robe, put on the monk's robe again, and asked his disciples to bring him a cup of tea. Speaking of which, the owner of Changle House was an old acquaintance with him. It was the first time he came to mortgage the house in Liuhewan, and later...

They came to save money, and each time they deposited a large amount, which made Xiangguo Temple earn a lot of storage fees.

I originally thought that this person was doing some shady business, but after asking Qingpi on the street, I found out that the new tea that made a fortune that day was actually his business, and this person was still working in front of the palace. I heard that he is now

Everyone in the palace knew about it, and Hui Neng was very lucky to have lent him the money to have such a big customer.

Not long after, I saw the guest monk leading Xu Xian in. Hui Neng quickly stood up and bowed, "Amitabha, long time no see. Donor Xu is really prosperous in his career."

"Haha..." Xu Xian laughed, "Isn't Master Huineng also making a lot of money?"

"That's from the monastery too. What does it have to do with the poor monk? Please use the tea. I've prepared it for you a long time ago. The snow-capped greenery is really fragrant. The last time I gave it to the poor monk, it was only half a can."

I can’t buy it everywhere.”

"It's just a few cans of tea. I'll have someone bring it to Master later."

"Monks don't have sex with women, and they don't greedy for food and wine, but they only get greedy for tea, which is really wrong!"

Xu Xian waved his hand and said, "Master, what did you say? Drinking tea is an elegant thing and cannot be considered greedy!"

"I don't know how much money you are going to save this time, but the monk will give you a discount according to the old rules and only charge a 5% storage fee!"

Xu Xian laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Master Huineng. I'm not here to save money this time, but to borrow money."

"It would be better to borrow money... Hey, why do you need to borrow money, Your Majesty? You have a lot of money here, just take it!"

Xu Xian put down his tea bowl and said seriously: "In addition to withdrawing the money this time, I also need to borrow some money."

"Oh, I wonder how much money Dianzhi is planning to borrow?"

"This number!" Xu Xian said and stretched out his hand.

"Fifty thousand strings?"

Because Xu Xian had more than 50,000 yuan saved with him, he didn't make any small guesses.

"If it's 50,000 yuan, why should I ask you to borrow it?"

"Is it 500,000 yuan? Xiaoji has never taken on such a big deal in so many years. He must have enough mortgage!"

"Hehe... It's not 500,000 guan, I want 5 million guan!"

Before Xu Xian finished speaking, Huineng took a sharp breath of air and said, "Stop joking, Dianzhi. What kind of business requires so much capital? No! Absolutely not!"

The monk's refusal did not make Xu Xian angry but a little frightened. What he said was not "no" but "no". In other words, there seemed to be more than five million strings in the Xiangguo Temple, and the imperial treasury was full.

The money he received in a year was only five million yuan, so Xiangguo Temple was truly as rich as the country.

"Master, don't refuse in a hurry, it's not me but someone else who wants to borrow money this time!"

"Is it someone else? Then we can't borrow it..."

Seeing Xu Xian pointing his finger to the sky, Huineng immediately lowered his voice and cupped his hands in the direction of the palace and said, "Is it that person?"

Xu Xian nodded and said, "Yes, that's the one!"

"Hey! Why would he come to borrow money from our temple if he is rich all over the world? This is too ridiculous!"

"It's nothing ridiculous. The imperial court is really not as rich as your temple. There was a war just now and the treasury is empty. Don't talk nonsense, just say whether to borrow or not."

Huineng said with a bitter face: "How dare our temple not lend it to you? I'm afraid I'll lose everything!"

"Bold!" Xu Xian was furious and shouted with his neck thickened: "Your Majesty is the lord of the world, and it depends on your dirty money!"

"That's not what the poor monk means. What the poor monk wants to say is that there must be some mortgage. Of course, the palace cannot be used. Even if it is given to our temple for free, no one would dare to accept it!"
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