"Kunshan..." Zhao Hao almost tripped by the threshold when he heard this, and couldn't believe his ears.

"What are you doing in that kind of poor place? Don't monks run wherever they have money?"

"All things in the universe are inactive and unacted. When the form and mind arise, they depend on each other, and the appearance will enter each other, and the harmony will be unobstructed."

Master Xuelang solemnly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then smiled and said, "Besides, as long as Donor Zhao is here, do you still have to worry about money?"

"Haha..." Zhao Hao suddenly felt like he was being targeted, afraid that the monk would raise funds from him in the next moment.

As the leader of science, I will not donate unscientific things without doing anything.

Actually, it depends mainly on the rate of return...

But Xue Lang has no intention of raising funds from him at this moment. It is unreasonable to consume personal affection for public affairs.

The mage took Zhao Hao into the Luohan Hall.

In the Arhat Hall, five hundred golden-body Arhats are placed on the horizontal platform in different postures, each with green and green spirit, lifelike.

Even Mr. Zhao had to sigh, he was so damn rich...

Xue Lang led him to the innermost row, put his hands together, worshiping a Luohan who was obviously more golden than other statues and said, "Please take a closer look, donor Zhao."

"..." Zhao Hao saw that the arhat looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He had two thorns on his head, smiling, wearing earrings, collars and other ornaments, and held a treasure pot on his chest with his hands, and stood on the lotus seat together.

But this little look, why do you look so much like this young master?

"Are Mr. Zhao satisfied?" Xue Lang smiled at the credit.

"Haha, what a coincidence..." Zhao Hao pointed at himself and the Arhat. He thought that this fundraising routine was quite novel.

"Hey, did Mr. Zhao forget?" Xue Lang was injured when he heard this, "This is the golden arhat that the little monk promised you?"

"Oh, oh..." Mr. Zhao suddenly patted his forehead.

I remembered that there was something like this. Alas, my master's memory is really hard to describe...

"I thought you were joking, but I didn't expect it to come." Mr. Zhao hurriedly laughed dryly and covered up.

"Mencius will not lie." Xue Lang clasped his hands together.

"But you are Huayan Sect..."

"The prototype of Mr. Zhao's golden body is the boy Shancai in my "Avatamsaka Sutra". " Xuelang seemed not to hear his complaints, and was still saying to himself:

"From the first ten months of birth, seven treasures poured out from the ground every day in his house, and gradually emerged from the seven treasure pavilions. Five hundred treasures naturally grew in the pavilions, and each treasure was filled with treasures, so it was named Shancai. Shancai is good at producing wealth."

"However, he learned devoutly from Manjushri Bodhisattva, established a great vow to become a Buddha, used treasures to save the suffering of sentient beings, built countless temples for Buddhism, and finally achieved the Bodhisattva's fruit."

Zhao Hao thought to himself that this person can prove his ability.

Xue Lang looked at Zhao Hao with a smile, and said with expectation:

"Master Zhao, I hope you will learn the great deeds of Bodhisattvas like a boy Shancai, and achieve the Bodhisattva's fruit... Then you will not have to settle in the Arhat Hall, and you can enter the hall to receive more incense."

Zhao Hao sneered and said, "It seems that you are short of money again."

"Haha, donor Zhao is indeed a confidant of the little monk." Xue Lang smiled with a gratitude and said, "But it's not now. I'm waiting to arrive in Kunshan. I heard that Huiju Temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the flood was washed away from the hall the previous year. The little monk has raised 20,000 taels. If there is still a gap at that time, please donate generously..."

Zhao Hao's mouth opened slightly, feeling that this monk wanted to bring the money to the group... Oh no, I'm going to the temple.

"Is it appropriate for you to borrow the incense from Dabaoen Temple to Jinghuiju Temple?" Zhao Hao couldn't help asking when he came out of the Luohan Hall.

"Aren't Huiju Temple worshipped the Buddha? They are all Buddha's temples, so is it necessary to distinguish them so clearly?" Xue Lang stared wide and said with a look of course: "Building Huiju Temple well and letting more believers worship Buddha is a great thing to promote Buddhism."

"Uh..." Zhao Hao touched his chin, feeling that what he said made sense, and he could not refute it.

Urn Hall.

The huge bathhouse was filled with white mist.

Several bathers covered the vital points with only a cotton towel, so they lay on the edge of the white porcelain pond and started to snore.

Zhao Shouzheng, Xu Wei and Wu Chengen were all soaked in the pond, so that the scald soup would be soaked like three cooked prawns.

Xu Wei also brought a bowl of white water wontons with poached eggs and snooze there and started eating happily.

Zhao Shouzhengze was chatting with Wu Chengen. As the two talked, they talked about the two concepts of Zhang Magistrate and Hai Rui.

Wu Chengen smiled and said to Zhao Shouzheng: "There is no need for the boss to have such sorrow. The latter requirement is too high. It is unrealistic to copy it when you become an official for the first time. In my foolish opinion, you should be the first one as the previous one as the main one, and the latter one as the auxiliary one. When you understand how to become an official in the future, you might as well practice the latter one as the first one."

"Don't learn from him in the future." Xu Wei touched the soup on his mouth, burped and put down the porcelain bowl, and said, "How does this official feel if you care so hard? Why don't you go home and spend time with your money?"

"Haha..." Zhao Shouzheng praised Xu Wei in his heart.

He looked at Hai Rui's rules carefully last night, but he ended up insomnia... That was torture himself to death. How could Mr. Zhao, who was used to being rich in food and food, stand it?

"What do Mr. Qingteng think?" He looked at Xu Wei.

"Okay, since we are in love, I will teach you the true meaning of being an official." Xu Wenchang raised a finger and said, "This is an official, one or two eye-catching things must be done!

"No matter how many trivial things you do or how much hard work you put in, it is not worth mentioning in the end. When you evaluate your political achievements at the end of the year, you are embarrassed to report those trivial things yourself. But there are no things worth reporting. As a result, the annual exam can only be mediocre, so there is naturally no hope of promotion."

"Of course, if the boss has money, it's no problem to get promoted." Xu Wei glanced at Zhao Shouzheng and chuckled: "But the boss must not want people to say that he bought it all the way through relationships and money, right?"

Zhao Shouzheng nodded and thought to himself that it was okay, I don’t care much about what others said.

"So you have to do big things!" Xu Wei clenched his fists and said, "I'll pay attention to you when I arrive in Kunshan and see if I can do big tickets!"

"The most important point is not to get involved in factional struggles... Of course, you are the magistrate now, so it's too early to say this."

"It's just a county, you can get up just by doing it casually. There's no need to be so nervous." Xu Wei stood out from the water with a thud, and water beads flowing all over his body. "Waiter, scrub the bath!"

"Please be on the bed by uncle!" The bath scrubber, who was wearing only a calf, held the naked fat man Xu and walked to the bath scrubber bed.

When he walked away, Wu Chengen smiled and shook his head, "Don't think of him like this. In fact, he was in the teenagers who were helping his elders in the yamen and would not cause trouble for you."

"Xu Wen has always been a talented person in the world. He is in my small temple." Zhao Shouzheng said softly: "Looking at you two, I didn't expect that the friendship was pretty good."

"Hey, the author and the reader have broken bones and connected tendons." Wu Chengen smiled bitterly and said, "If he hadn't been to the support of selling paintings in the past two years, I could afford to live in a small trumpet, and I would have been drinking and meat every day? I would have gone to the large trumpet to eat braised vegetables, let alone write "Journey to the West"."

"It turns out that there is no gentleman who doesn't raise artists." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but sigh: "It's like this any day."
Chapter completed!