Chapter 1756: Convulsion

Master Jingkong took such a thing and opened it. Inside was a stack of banknotes. To be less, there were about 300,000 taels. In the past few years, the banknotes he tried to get from Shen Qingci must be First, they have to pass his hands.
In addition to touching the Buddha beads with his hands, he naturally touched a lot of votes.
A monk, when he travels outside, he always thinks of gold and silver as dung, he also wants to be like this. To be an eminent monk, but he is also a mortal. In this Xiangjue Temple, there are so many people and so many places to maintain. They You have to live, you have to eat, right?
So in the past few years, in addition to his increasingly tender face, he also has a thicker skin every year, so he only needs to glance at it and know how many silver tickets are?
And for such a stack of banknotes, there are only three hundred thousand taels.
Shen Qingci has always been too generous to Xiangjue Temple. This time, to express her gratitude, she will naturally give a big gift. She is a layman. She always feels that there is nothing in this world, and it will be more practical than silver, even if it is. Monk, that also requires money.
Master Jingkong collected the bank note, "At the end of this year..."
He still wants to ask about the end of the year. The main hall in Xiangjue Temple will be repaired every year, and it is also at the end of the year. The annual costs are also borne by Yipinxiang. I don’t know this. Does the 300,000 banknotes also include those?
It's really not that he is greedy, but 300,000 yuan is too much, but if the main hall in the temple is maintained, this is really not enough. If it is not mentioned, it is the Buddha statues. If it is really overhauled, it may be 300,000 taels of silver It's not enough to be afraid.
"She said that at the end of the year, she will send another batch of silver. If it is not enough, uncle will open his mouth again."
"Then thank you two donors."
Master Jingkong folded his hands together, and the prayer beads on his wrist seemed to have been replaced with a new string.
"Uncle, are you changing Buddhist beads again?"
The last time Bronze came here, he was not wearing this string.
"Sent to a donor."
Master Jingkong will not hide it, anyway, whether it is old or new, as long as it is worn on his wrist, it will definitely be a good Buddhist bead.
And he suddenly raised his face, staring at Brandon without blinking.
"Why does Uncle look at me like this?"
It can be said that he grew up in front of Master Jingkong. Although it is not common, he still knows a little about this uncle.
Why does he want to see him like this, but what's the matter?
"nothing."
Master Jingkong gently moved the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and he sat cross-legged, as if he was still in a calm state. His young and tender face seemed to have some compassion.
Lao Hengsi stood up, and then hugged Xiao Laobai, he saluted Master Jiangkong, and then left the place.
After he left, Master Jingkong opened his eyes.
"It's time to return to cause and effect."
No one knew what he suddenly said, and when he looked at him, he was sitting there again, surrounded by incense and the sound of the sanskrit.
Lao Hengsi walked down the mountain holding Lao Bai, and his carriage stopped there.
"Lord..."
Changqing came here quickly, also looking at the branding, what's the matter, didn't they come to pick up the branding this time, then the branding, where is it?
Brando Hengsi removed his sleeves and made Changqing look at the sleeping fox he was holding.
The little fox is small, and this has made his small body into a ball, small and pitiful, but also thin and pitiful.
If it wasn't for the gray hairs on the ears, could it be that there was a long tail, maybe Evergreen wouldn't really recognize it, this one was just like a white mouse, it was burnt white.
And Laobai has been fat for several months, and they have forgotten its skinny appearance. What they remembered is that beautiful little fat dumpling. Everyone needs to touch it when they see it, so it's like this now. The poor little appearance also made Changqing recognize it for a long time.
It turns out that this is branded white.
"Let's go."
Branding was on the carriage again, and when he got into the carriage, he saw that he was lying there every year, and when he saw Branding, he just raised his head and slept there. Up.
Brandon's hand stretched out and placed it on Nian Nian's head.
Year after year, it is not much thinner. It has never been a vegetarian. Bacheng is self-sufficient in Houshan. It is so white that it cannot eat raw meat. Therefore, in the temple, it is always vegetarian every day.
So every year it hasn't changed, but the brand is white and thin.
And it doesn't matter if you lose weight, as long as you live, you can raise it back if you lose weight, and they will definitely develop the branding as before.
Changqing drove the carriage and headed towards Shuo Palace.
Branding had always closed his eyes on the carriage, but he didn't know why, he opened his eyes suddenly, and then he felt that his eyebrows were also locked.
Just now, Master Jingkong looked at his expression, and it seemed a bit deep.
He just didn't know what it meant, and Master Jingkong didn't say it clearly.
But he felt that his uncle really had something to hide from him. As for what it was, he might not be able to ask about it.
If you say it, you will say it on the first side.
If he didn't say it, he would never say it.
He sighed softly, then lowered his head, pinching the little white ears, she was thinking of you all this month, and she didn't even do the spices properly.
Among the Shuo Palace, Shen Qingci was sitting on a bamboo chair with a fan in his hand. There was a fan in his hand. In fact, it was not too hot. She just felt that she would be uncomfortable if she didn't hold anything in her hand.
So Bai Mei got her a fan...
Convulsions.
Anyway, there are a lot of women who like convulsions. In this kind of weather, holding a fan is not too weird. After all, some people are greedy for cold, and if the clothes are thicker, it will be natural. With a bit of enthusiasm, it's okay to fan the fan, in addition to looking good, it can also blow some wind.
But in the big winter, those with fans are definitely sucking the wind.
"lady."
Baimei's voice also rang behind Shen Qingci.
"Well, what's the matter?"
Shen Qingci opened his eyes, and then slapped it gently with the fan, and when the wind fell on her face, she could really feel a kind of coolness, a kind of coolness that can make people's ears and eyes clear. A cool that can also make people sober.
"Madam, how many pears have fallen from the yard, Madam, would you like to see?"
Baimei happened to walk to the yard today, and wanted to see how those pears grew? After a few months, the pears will be ready to eat. When this pear tree blossoms, almost the entire capital is full of pear blossoms, and when it bears fruit, it is a pear tree.