Chapter 167 The Divine Stick in the Cassock

The next morning, Su Mianyue learned that Prefecture's Mansion was now poor and in vain. The whole mansion was in a state of uproar, but no one could find the stolen property. It was so lively that he just snorted and stopped asking.

As for the share of the money, Su Mianyue let Biwu keep it first, and then arranged for the five little ones to go to practice alone. According to their personalities, the tasks were different, and it was better than they were confused and did not know what to do to waste time, so they took Biwu and Su Yu to Qinghua Temple.

But this time, Su Mianyue and Biwu took off their strong clothes, put on the dress of a rich lady, and played the role of brother and sister with Su Yu. It was not easy for people to doubt their identity.

After the three of Su Mianyue left in Zhuifeng's carriage, Wanyan Lin received the news, and his eyes were slightly angry.

Gray clothes observed his expression and hesitated for a while, "I heard that the incense in Qinghua Temple is very strong and effective. Would you like to go to shangzhu incense?"

"Do you think I am the same as that ignorant woman?" Wanyan Lin's voice was slightly cold, obviously angry at gray clothes. Seeing that he hung his head and did not speak, he said in a gentle tone, "It's going to be a month. Go and supervise the people below. Don't make any mistakes."

After a while, Wanyan Lin touched his right wrist and said sarcastically, "Incense is exuberant? If Ji Xun is such a worshipper, there is no point in cooperating."

Just the thought of Su Mianyue going with him made Wanyan Lin's heart ache again. How could Wanyan Lin's right hand be touched by someone else?

As soon as Wanyan Lin stood up, the door was knocked on. The long and short signal meant that he was in a hurry. Wanyan Lin had to sit back and let his subordinates in to report.

"Master, I just received news that one of the Hengyuan's insurgents, under the banner of Fourth Prince, is in high spirits and has occupied a city." The steward spoke in a hurry, his eyes filled with anxiety that could not be concealed.

If the master could become the one above ten thousand people, they would have a better future as subordinates, otherwise they might not even be able to keep their lives.

The managers Wanyan Lin had chosen to run the gambling houses all over the country were people he had tested for many years. He knew his identity and was also responsible for local intelligence. Otherwise, the managers would have been sent away if they had not managed well.

"Wanyan Lei?" Wanyan Lin was not surprised. He raised a beautiful smile and asked, "Do you know if yan lei showed up after he occupied the city? How did he take over the city?"

"Fourth Prince did not show up. It was said that he had been fighting for nearly ten days before he conquered the city. Fourth Prince did not claim to be emperor, but only wanted to return the Hengyuan to the peaceful and prosperous world. The officials in the city, except for a few corrupt officials, did not move and opened the granaries to release food. The people were very supportive of Fourth Prince. It's just that it's very difficult to get in and out of the city now, and it's taken several of us to get the message back." After the steward finished his sentence in one breath, he hesitated for a moment and said, "According to the people who reported back to the news, I heard a lot of discussions from the people along the way. I hope that Fourth Prince can quickly take over their city and open the city gate to welcome Fourth Prince even if he kills himself."

Wanyan Lin remained silent for a moment and sneered, "He will win the hearts of the people, but I would like to know that the granary of the government can sustain him for a few days."

Seeing that Wanyan Lin did not give any orders, the steward could not help but wonder, "Master, what are we going to do?"

"Just let him do whatever he likes. I'll wait and see how he ends up." Waving his hand carelessly, Wanyan Lin ordered, "Send the message back. Before you get my new order, everything will go according to the original plan. Don't provoke my good fourth brother."

Seeing that there was a chasm in Wanyan Lin's heart, the steward accepted the order, but he did not understand why Wanyan Lin was so calm. If Fourth Prince got ahead of him, would their long-planned plan still be useful?

Turning the finger on his right thumb, Wanyan Lin smiled coldly and muttered to himself, "Wanyan Lei, I haven't seen you in more than ten years, but your city has grown a lot deeper. Unfortunately, you don't seem to understand the current situation. It's useless."

In Qinghua Temple, Su Mianyue generously donated a thousand taels of sesame oil money and naturally got two good rooms to stay in.

Listening to the monk recite the sutra once a day, Su Mianyue was dizzy and could only understand such words as prajna parami. If Biwu did not shake her from time to time, Su Mianyue would have sat down and fell asleep.

Su Yu, on the other hand, was much more comfortable enjoying the garden scenery in qinghua temple.

After two days, Su Yu got nothing, but Su Mianyue was invited by the abbot, which surprised Su Mianyue a little. He only wanted to bathe and change before going to the meeting. The little monk did not insist.

"Miss, after we came here, we seemed to have done nothing but donate a thousand taels of silver. Then why did the abbot want to see you?" While helping su mianyue to hang her hair, Biwu muttered in a low voice, unhappy that she was not invited.

Seeing through Biwu's little thoughts, Su Mianyue did not point it out. He only smiled and said, "People die for money. I'm afraid that there are six unclean people. Even if they have a few scars on their bald heads, they can't help but be vulgar."

"Miss, do you mean that the abbot found miss for money?" Biwu opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Yes or no, we'll know when we go." Su Mianyue thought it was normal for monks to be greedy, or else they wouldn't be asking for money in disguise. Besides, in his previous life, he was used to seeing monks who drove bmws and mercedes-benz. There were not a few who married and had children, and the income was higher than that of white-collar workers.

However, Su Mianyue would never say this, and he understood that people in this era believed in gods, so he thought that monks should be free from all things, not contaminated with common customs, but forgot that monks also have physiological needs.

She wore a simple bun and a simple but elegant dress. Su Mianyue asked Biwu to put on a jade hairpin for her and walked away.

Of course, what Su Mianyue didn't tell Biwu was that she had a stack of silver tickets in her pocket, or else the girl would be heartbroken.

Qinghua Temple's abbot's name was empty, and the courtyard he lived in was extremely simple, even a little shabby. If he did not really pursue luxury and had a certain state of mind, he was a person who sought fame. Su Mianyue believed that the latter was more likely.

Inside the meditation room, the abbot was holding a buddha's hand. Su Mianyue stepped forward to bless himself and said gently, "The little girl has seen the abbot."

"There is no need for the female benefactor to be polite. The poor monk also needs to thank the female benefactor for her generous donation, so that the homeless refugees can get more food. The poor monk thanked the female benefactor on behalf of the refugees." The abbot opened his eyes and looked at Su Mianyue with a look of appreciation.

Su Mianyue replied with a slight smile on his face and disdain in his heart, "The abbot of the void is falsely praised. The little girl is merely praying in her heart, so she hopes to add more incense and silver so that the gods and buddhas in the sky can hear the little girl's voice, not the good that the abbot said."

After a short pause, Su Mianyue did not expect that he would play cards so unconventionally, and there was no joy in being praised by him at all.

"I wonder what the female benefactor is asking for? Can you talk to the poor monk? The poor monk recites scriptures every day, which can be said to be a prayer for the female benefactor." She twirled the buddha beads in her right hand and poured a cup of tea for Su Mianyue. She smiled and said, "The female benefactor has a sharp face and is a member of the sect. Although she is rich and noble, the seal hall is somewhat gloomy. It is destined to be a few disasters. The monk does not lie and asks the female benefactor not to blame the poor monk for being outspoken."

"The abbot is very polite. The little girl is very grateful for the abbot's advice." Su Mianyue saluted, took the cup but did not intend to drink it, and did not pick up the empty conversation, to see how thick-skinned the old bald donkey could be.

Looking at Su Mianyue's actions, she shook her head and laughed, "I'm afraid the female benefactor misunderstood the poor monk. The poor monk sent his disciples to invite the female benefactor. Because the poor monk was watching the sky at night, the purple air in the temple rose and the courtyard where the female benefactor lived was the densest, so the female benefactor was invited to come over for a chat."

"To tell you the truth, the little girl doesn't believe in buddhism, and she came here to make peace with the family. As the abbot said, the little girl has suffered a lot in this life, so how can she become purple? The abbot's words are contradictory, but it is puzzling to the little girl." Su Mianyue's tone was light, but his eyes were calm, but the curve of his mouth made kong helpless, which was clearly a sense of ridicule.

The divine stick in the cassock was an empty comment in Su Mianyue's heart, but he didn't know that the next words made Su Mianyue feel uneasy and even had the urge to kill him.