At the beginning, he will be divided by five horses of Tang Taizong

"Oh, we..." Chang Sun Chong's eyes lit up, and he seemed very interested.

The little nun brought everyone to the side hall, and introduced to everyone which master consecrated some accessories, etc.

Everyone except Qin Shou bought some.

The few people were about to leave when the little nun said delicately: "Our monastery still has a "quality bank". If you need it, you can mortgage it or redeem it, and you can continue to inherit the contract through kinship."

Ok?

Qin Shou couldn't help but pause as he was about to walk.

People are a little dizzy.

The temple even set foot in the financial industry?

This really surprised Qin Shou, and he couldn't help asking: "What other business does the monastery have? Oh, the business means buying and selling."

The little nun hesitated for a moment, looked at the crowd for a long time, and then said: "In addition to pawning, we also release money, and our temple has the least interest."

"hiss!"

When Qin Shou heard this, he was even more shocked.

Niu, is this really a monastery?

The little nun asked, "Donor, do you want to mortgage or borrow money?"

Qin Shou waved his hands and said, "Forget it, I'm just asking, we still have things to do."

But seeing the little nun, staring at her almond-shaped eyes, she left angrily.

They haven't gotten very far.

I only heard a coquettish shout from behind: "That's him, who keeps asking our monastery for interest, but doesn't lend money."

Several nuns surrounded them in a hurry.

A female nun with white skin, round and handsome jaw, clear and elegant lips, crystal clear eyes, long and curved thin eyebrows, and an explosive figure stepped forward.

She looked coldly at Qin Shou passing the money from the merit box but did not make any donations, and frowned: "Donor, don't add money for sesame oil, don't buy jewelry consecrated by the master, don't mortgage, and don't borrow money?"

"Dare to ask the benefactor, but you are sincerely here to make trouble?"

Qin Shou couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't you have to pay for sesame oil or buy things when you come to the temple? What's the reason for this?"

ps: Mortgage "Qiku" existed in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it is recorded in the "Book of Southern Qi".Usury is also based on the study of Dunhuang temples

Chapter 99: What kind of bad water is this holding back?

Changsun Chong and Changsun Huan looked at Qin Shou without saying a word, and Fang Yiai also looked at Qin Shou with a strange expression.

The three did not speak.

Qin Shou's face turned dark, "What do you see me doing? Do you also think that I have to spend money to come to this monastery?"

The female abbot was still looking at Qin Shou angrily and said: "Even if you say you are going to break the sky today, you will not be able to get out of this temple without extra money. Otherwise, you can take a mortgage or borrow money. "

Chang Sun Chong glanced at the female abbot, and quickly grabbed Qin Shou, "Forget it, why do pilgrims care about nuns?"

Ok?

What do you mean by that?Why am I the one who cares about it?

Nima, how can there be such fallacies in the world?Is this the so-called fallacy that when many people say it, it becomes the truth?

Conversation between right and wrong not only exists in our own society, but also here!

This reminded him of the incident of "the nine-year-old boy helped up the fallen boss and was blackmailed" in his previous life.There was a lot of trouble, and finally it was confirmed by witnesses that the old man fell down by himself.

"Blame love, ask for innocence, and hurt smiling faces" makes people shudder.When good deeds meet blackmail, when old age meets innocence, it makes things even more "unsightly".

Also, when passing through the village, you are forced to pay tolls, and you will not let you pass without paying the money. It is exactly the same!

From this point of view, people's bad roots have existed since ancient times, and they have not migrated because of the changes of the times.

Qin Shou snorted and said, "Hey, there are no slaves in this world, but after kneeling for a long time, they become slaves."

Seeing this, Chang Sun Chong hurriedly smiled at the nuns, "Forget it, I'll help him add some sesame oil money, what do you think?"

The female abbot said sadly. "I can't do without it. Is it easy for us to work hard?"

"Then... how much do you think is appropriate?"

"At least consistently!"

"Then... let's get together!"

In the end, the eldest grandson couldn't get enough money after digging for a long time, so he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Qin Shou couldn't help but want to laugh, is this what you call peace?

He looked at the righteous words of the nuns with great interest, while Chang Sun Chong's face was flushed, and he couldn't help laughing: "No wonder my uncle said that he didn't trust you a while ago, seeing how you can't wait to put yourself The coward with his head buried in his buttocks."

"Eh..." Chang Sun Chong blushed and couldn't say a word.

Changsun Huan lowered his head at this moment, in his heart, if he was a man, he would definitely kill him directly, but this is a bhikkhuni in front of him, so he really can't do it.

Fang Yiai stood aside, her eyes flickering, she hesitated to speak.

Qin Shou chuckled and asked, "Then if we don't have money, why don't we give it?"

"If you don't give it, don't even think about leaving." The female abbot kicked her eyes and let out air through her nostrils.

Dare to come to Ganye Temple to play wild?

Don't even piss to take a picture of your identity?

Which one of these bhikkhunis is not noble?Which one is not powerful and rich?

They really have the confidence.

Not to mention anything else, just say that this abbot is a concubine from the palace who came here to be a nun.

When Qin Shou heard this, he was really annoyed and laughed.

Nima!

If you don't give it, you insist on it?

It's not that I lack this little money, but that I just can't spoil you.

The key is that I don't accept your love for you, and I'm quite strong, as if I bullied them.

"..."

The faces of the eldest grandson Chong and the others suddenly turned red like a monkey's buttocks, shamelessness, resentment and helplessness were written all over their faces.

Changsun Huan lowered his eyebrows and asked Qin Shou casually, "Why don't one of us get some money from home and send it over, isn't it just about the money?"

Chang Sun Chong also said in a muffled voice, "Yes, it's really irrational to provoke them!"

Chang Sun Chong smiled wryly and said: "Their backgrounds are very deep..." After a moment's pause, he sighed and said, "Besides, there is nothing to talk about with women."

Changsun Huan said in a low tone: "Why don't you bet the jade on your body here?"

"..." Chang Sun Chong was choked and almost couldn't catch his breath.

He was reluctant.

Changsun Huan and Fang Yiai couldn't help but roll their eyes.

At this time, Qin Shou smiled and said to the female abbot: "Then, I have a few poems here, which should be used as extra money. What do you think?"

Ok?

All three looked at Qin Shou suspiciously,

poetry?

You can also write poetry?

The female abbot sneered and said, "Oh, what poems do you have in your hand?"

"What you say is like asking, are you a man? How do you know if you don't read it?" Qin Shou said with a smile, "Besides, I will let you read it after I finish writing it. Isn't it false?"

The female abbot Xue's eyes were fixed for a while, and then she said to a bhikkhuni behind her, "Hui Jing, go get paper, ink, brush and inkstone."

"Yes!"

Soon the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought over by a nun named Hui Jing.

The female abbot looked at Qin Shou's appearance, her heart suddenly surged up, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The nunnery in the Tang Dynasty is not a simple place for practice, it is a comprehensive place for leisure and entertainment. Many celebrities and dignitaries of the Tang Dynasty gathered in the nunnery.

Women in the palace are not abstinent when they become nuns in the monastery, and the nunnery does not dare to control them.

That's right!

Ordinary people, they don't bother to find fault, but seeing such a handsome and gentle person today, she really couldn't hold back

She felt that this handsome man had entered her urn, and she could not escape her palm without accident.

In her opinion, Qin Shou's words were just big talk.

Poetry, her attainments in poetry are not low, what kind of poetry can't be seen in the court?

Almost all poetic talents are included in the palace.

Therefore, there are only two paths left for the handsome man in front of him.

Or write a poem that has already been extremely high for her to admit.

Or, be held down, and then...

But Qin Shou was neither humble nor overbearing lying on a side table, writing lightly.

The eldest grandson rushed forward and read softly: "Lisi?..."

Seeing Qin Shou's calligraphy, Xue couldn't help shaking her head.

poor!

Whether it is the strokes or the structure, there are too many flaws, which are simply unbearable to look at.

The anticipation that he might write something disappeared suddenly.

In this way, the gold and jade are just ruined by the outside!

Can......

Just when Sun Jian was about to turn her head away, her eyes suddenly became scorching and burning, and their eyes gradually became straight.

Full of incredible!

She had never seen this poem before, but it made her heart throb.

She stood there in a daze, looking at each line of poetry, her eyes were radiant, her chest heaved, her breathing became much heavier, and she murmured: "Once the sea was too difficult for water......"

The temple suddenly became extremely empty, as if the wind and sand had stopped at this moment.

Changsun Chong, the three of them and a group of nuns stood there in a daze, watching Qin Shou's writing.

They can't help but be intoxicated.

What Qin Shou was thinking at this time was that since you disturbed the peace in my heart, I will burn your beds.

Thinking of this, he continued to write: "Baitouyin..."

Qin Shou's calligraphy has actually improved a lot compared to a few months ago, not to mention flowing, at least smooth.

The tip of the pen moves on the paper.

At this time, no one was panting loudly, they were all quietly watching and admiring...

At this time, the setting sun spread over Qin Shou's body like ink, dyeing his back golden and shining, and Qin Shou's face reflecting it was also so brilliant.

In the eyes of the nun, it makes people obsessed.

Finally, Qin Shou finished writing.

He looked at the font, um, a little progress has been made.

"Are two songs enough? If one is not enough, I'll write another one for you. Is that enough?" Qin Shou turned to the female abbot and said:

"Eh...ah?" The female abbot was still reading the poem at this time, and Qin Shou asked him so, he couldn't help being awakened, "Enough, enough..."