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Just when Zhao Ye and Shen Huaichuan were busy playing the game of guess what you draw, and if you guessed right, there are navel oranges to eat, Xiao Feijiu, who had been hiding outside for half a month, finally came back.

It didn't even dare to go through the main entrance, but sneaked up on the wall, stuck out its small head and looked around, and after making sure that Zhao Ye was not there, it dared to fly in, and then slipped back into the room through the crack of the door.

Seeing Xiao Feijiu come back, Zhao Chenxing's eyes lit up as he was doing his homework: "Little Ancestor, why did you come back now? Where have you been these days?"

"do not talk."

Xiao Feijiu lay down in his little den, and only asked, "How is your great ancestor feeling these few days?"

Zhao Chenxing thought for a while: "It seems to be pretty good."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Xiao Feijiu breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Zhao Ye must have overcome the challenge of seeing the parents.

In this case, Zhao Ye should not pursue the matter that caused the relationship between him and Shen Huaichuan to be discovered by Mr. Shen.

Then it touched its stomach: "Is there anything to eat?"

Hiding outside for the past few days, he starved to death. It’s not that he has no money to eat, but the food outside is not as delicious as that cooked by Daoist Lingzhen in a spirit pot, so he hasn’t eaten a single meal in the past few days. full meal.

Zhao Chenxing: "Yes, there should be some sauced duck and braised beef left over for dinner."

Little Fat Chirp's saliva immediately flowed down, and it immediately got up from the bird's nest: "I'll go and have a look."

Zhao Chenxing also jumped off the chair and followed.

Unexpectedly, just as Xiao Feijiu jumped into the kitchen, a strip of cloth suddenly popped out from the side, and bound Xiao Feijiu's two legs with a snap.

One person and one bird immediately looked down.

However, before Zhao Chenxing could react, Xiao Feijiu disappeared from his sight in the next second.

Zhao Chenxing looked up subconsciously, and as expected, Xiao Feijiu had already been hung on the eaves.

Zhao Chenxing: "..."

Little Fat Chirp: "..."

Think about it and know whose handwriting it is.

Xiao Feijiu immediately became angry: "Knock you, Zhao Ye, I knocked your mother, although I always cause trouble, but I have no credit but also hard work, and you finally repay me like this?"

"He is more than 1 years old, and he is still so narrow-minded. No wonder he couldn't find a wife before."

"I really think I don't have the guts to dare to do anything to you? Just wait, when I am liberated, I have to let you taste the feeling of being hung upside down..."

Zhao Chenxing: "..."

Little ancestor, you have the guts, but you cursed loudly!

Then Zhao Chenxing was also worried, because if Zhao Ye did it, then he wouldn't dare to put Xiao Feijiu down!

After a while, Xiao Feijiu finally calmed down, because he was tired of cursing, and planned to rest for a while before scolding.

Then, as if it remembered something, it turned its head to look at Zhao Chenxing: "Forget it, you can go back and do your homework, and leave me alone."

Zhao Chenxing scratched his hair and said hesitantly, "Okay then."

Because other than that, he has nothing to do.

As soon as Zhao Chenxing left, Xiao Feijiu, who had had enough rest, started cursing again, but this time, I don't know if it was because of the absence of onlookers, it completely fell down: "Don't show loyalty... Smelly and shameless...inhuman..."

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before there was another burst of footsteps outside the house.

Little Fat Jiu looked up.

But it's not exactly tons.

Little Fat Jiu's face turned black in an instant, and it cursed: "What, come and see my joke?"

"If you've seen enough, get out."

Ton Ton glanced at it, frowned, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Xiao Feijiu immediately snorted, "You're smart."

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for Ton Ton to come back again, still biting a small bag in his mouth.

Little Fat Chirp was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Tonton push the corner table under it first, then jumped onto the table with a stool on it, then put the stool on the table, and finally jumped onto the stool by himself, slowly Slowly moved towards it.

Along with its movements, Xiao Feijiu also slowly lay down on top of it.

This is not to say that Xiao Feijiu has been put down.

Little Fat Chirp: "..."

Lying down is more comfortable than being hung.

And this guy's fur is really soft.

Xiao Feijiu couldn't help rubbing against Tonton.

So Little Fat Chirp gradually came to his senses, as if, as if, probably this guy came to help him.

This guy has such a good heart?

Thinking of this, Xiao Feijiu immediately became alert, and quickly pulled his head out of the tons of hair: "I can tell you, if you please me for my Mo Yuzhu, then it is a waste of effort."

Because apart from this, it couldn't think of any other reason that would make Tonton change his attitude.

Tonton turned his head, raised his chin, and motioned for Little Fat Jiu to take the bag in his mouth.

Xiao Feijiu took it over and took a look, only to find that it was a bag of broad beans, and at a glance, he knew that it was the handwriting of Taoist Master Lingzhen.

Then I heard Ton Ton say in a muffled voice, "Aww..."

Don't want your Mo Yuzhu.

Then it paused: "I just want to thank you for saving me in Huixianguan that day."

Little Fat Chirp: "..."

Only then did Xiao Feijiu remember that there was such a thing.

Emotions still measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Xiao Feijiu was a little nervous: "Ahem, I misunderstood you."

Ton Ton said in a loud voice: "It's nothing, it's my fault, I didn't make a good impression on you."

Hearing this, Xiao Feijiu felt even more guilty, because it was obviously the one who stole the flat peach tree from Tonton's family, although it was an accidental mistake.

Thinking of this, it immediately covered its mouth and coughed twice: "Since this is the case, then our previous grievances will be cancelled. From now on, I will cover you and keep your delicious and spicy food."

Then, as if thinking of something, it said with a heartache: "If you want to eat Mo Yuzhu, it's not impossible..."

Ton Ton immediately said, "I can just eat winter bamboo shoots."

Anyway, if the winter bamboo shoots are not dug, most of them will rot in the ground, and if the winter bamboo shoots are dug, there will be more spring bamboo shoots in the next year, so there will be more bamboos.

Thinking of this, Xiao Feijiu was immediately satisfied. While finding a comfortable position on Tonton's back, he poked his head and pecked at the broad beans: "Sure."

Ton Ton also narrowed his eyes with a smile.

As the days went by, the incense of Qingchuan Temple became more and more prosperous, and with the New Year's Eve approaching, many people who worked outside began to return to their hometowns one after another, so now they can basically receive thousands of pilgrims every day, not including those who Come here for a few sticks of incense when you have time, loyal believers and purchasing agents who can come more than a dozen times a day.

Because of this, more than 5000 boxes of beriberi cream can be made from the incense ashes saved by Qingchuan Temple every day, which is equivalent to earning 70 yuan from the beriberi cream alone, plus purified water and incense money donated by pilgrims , Basically earn millions every day.

This is the net income after deducting half of the donation.

Both Zhao Ye and Xiao Feijiu were very satisfied with this kind of life.

After all, it was Daoist Lingzhen and others who contributed. Apart from helping out occasionally, they couldn't live a more leisurely life.

In the afternoon, Zhao Ye was lying on a rocking chair with Xiao Hei in his arms, basking in the sun in the yard, when Daoist Lingzhen suddenly ran in excitedly.

He said: "Uncle Patriarch, the old He next door is going to sell the house, what do you think we will buy it?"

There is a furniture store next door, with three floors from the ground to the sky, and two facades. Including the warehouse built behind, the first floor is about 160 square meters.

Selling furniture is a laborious job, because you have to help buyers move it up and down.

Lao He is more than 50 years old this year, and now he is a bit overwhelmed.

It just so happened that his son and his daughter partnered to open a furniture factory in Ding City next door. Because of the steady and steady development, the momentum is not bad. They are planning to upgrade the factory recently to seek longer-term development, but they don’t have enough money. .

So Lao He decided to sell the house and go to Ding City to help them.

As soon as he heard about this, Taoist Master Lingzhen also thought about it.

The reason is very simple, Qingchuan temple is too small, I didn't think it before, but now with the rapid increase of pilgrims, this problem is becoming more and more obvious.

Before, many pilgrims complained that the temple was too crowded, especially on weekends, the degree of crowding was almost as crowded as the major scenic spots on National Day.

However, expansion is not something that can be completed in a short while.

Moreover, there are four rooms in the backyard of the Taoist temple. When there were only Zhao Ye, Taoist Lingzhen and Zhao Chenxing, they could still live there. It's getting crowded.

That's why Taoist Lingzhen made his idea on Lao He's house next door.

After thinking about it carefully, the house has three floors.

The first floor is the facade, and the upper two floors are houses, with a total of eight rooms, which can just accommodate them.

In this way, the backyard can be vacated, even if only some tables and chairs are installed, at least those pilgrims who came all the way to offer incense can have a place to rest.

As for the two facades and the warehouse at the back, Taoist Master Lingzhen is planning to set up a dining hall, which in layman's terms is a canteen, a place for pilgrims to eat and rest for free.

Generally, larger Taoist temples have a Zhaitang, but there were few pilgrims in Qingchuan Temple before, so the Taoist priest Lingzhen did not set it up. Now Qingchuan Temple is a famous Taoist temple in the whole country, so this matter should also be put on the agenda. .

Since Daoist Lingzhen had considered all aspects, Zhao Ye naturally had no opinion: "Okay."

"Then I'll go to Lao He to discuss it."

Daoist Lingzhen immediately stood up.

"Ah."

Zhao Ye nodded.

"By the way," as if thinking of something, Daoist Lingzhen stopped suddenly: "Master Patriarch, didn't the chairman of the Daoist Association and the major families say they wanted to buy a batch of high-end talismans from us?" Well, we discussed it and decided to sell it at a price of 200 million each."

This price is neither high nor low, after all, it is something that can save lives.

And such a high price can just ensure that the vast majority of monks can only afford a high-level talisman for self-defense, and it will not cause them to become dependent on high-level talismans, so as to waste their cultivation.

This is also the original intention of Zhao Ye and others.

As for the money they earn, they will donate three-quarters of it. After all, the cost of a high-level talisman is actually only a few thousand yuan.

So even so, they still made a lot of money.

Speaking of this, Daoist Lingzhen thought of another thing: "Uncle Patriarch, now we can donate tens of millions every month. I wonder if we should hire a group of people to take care of it?"

Because their previous donations were not too large, they were all donated directly to charity.

But it's different now, firstly because the amount of donations is not as high as before, and secondly, some bad news came out from some charities some time ago, that's why Taoist Master Lingzhen has such an idea.

The most important thing is that he plans to use this donation to benefit the village, such as aiding the construction of impoverished mountain villages and helping poor students...

After all, the long-term development of Qingchuan Temple is inseparable from the support of the neighbors, and many nearby towns are indeed still struggling on the poverty line.

Daoist Lingzhen also has his own thoughts on this.

If the nearby villages and towns are developed, Qingchuan Temple will be the first to thank them. As long as they have time, they will come to Qingchuan Temple to enjoy a few sticks of incense. In the future, even beriberi cream and purified water will slowly lose their market. Qingchuan Temple The incense can also continue to flourish.

This is a good thing for the benefit of the common people and future generations. Of course, Zhao Ye would not object: "All right."

The next day, Taoist Master Lingzhen discussed with Lao He next door.

Lao He sold his house to Qingchuanguan for 180 million yuan.

In fact, before Qingchuan Temple became popular, the housing prices in the surrounding area were generally around 2000 yuan, and the old He's house could be sold for [-] at most.

But ever since the incense of Qingchuan Temple has become more and more popular day by day, especially since the street outside has a vague tendency to develop into a snack street, the housing prices in the vicinity have started to skyrocket. Twenty thousand and one flat, not to mention that the old He's house is next to Qingchuan Temple.

Therefore, the price that Lao He offered was already 50 million yuan lower than the market price. First, he knew in his heart that if it wasn’t for Qingchuan Guan, his house would not be able to sell at this price. A good fate, bless his daughter and son's factory can be transformed smoothly.

That afternoon, Taoist Master Lingzhen found a decoration team, and only waited for Lao He to move all the things away before decorating the Zhaitang.

Just as Daoist Lingzhen was busy going in and out, another business came to his door.

The visitor's name was Huang Shi, about 25 or [-] years old, and he was specially found from the neighboring Wu Province after hearing about Qingchuan Temple's deeds.

He said: "My girlfriend and I have known each other for three years. She has a bad temper. Whenever I do something wrong, she will punch and kick me."

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Sun Cong asked subconsciously: "So what did you do to your girlfriend?"

Because under normal circumstances, ghost novels or ghost movies that start with this kind of thing are usually killed by the domestic abuser, and then the corpse is hidden/destroyed/divided...

Huang Shi: "Later, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I signed up her for a high-priced Sanda class, and wanted her to experience the feeling of being beaten..."

Sun Cong: "..."

Master Lingzhen: "..."

For a moment, Sun Cong didn't know whether to lament that this was true love or to sympathize with Huang Shi. He said euphemistically, "Then have you ever thought that once she learns Sanda..."

Yellowstone: "..."

Liao!

He really didn't think so much at the time.

One can imagine how sad his future days will be.

Thinking of this, Huangshi's tears almost fell.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

He reacted: "As a result, she cheated not long after she went."

Sun Cong was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that she has moved on and fell in love with the strong coach who taught her Sanda?"

"No."

Huang Shi gritted her teeth: "She fell in love with a 40-year-old cleaner in that training institution."