Jiming Mountain, Qingquan Temple.

Li Youming came here with heavy thoughts and gently knocked on the temple gate.

No one responded.

Frowning, Li Youming walked in: "Old abbot, are you here? I met the Buddha last night and asked me to dream. He said that this place is destined to me. If I am willing to come, he will give me this temple for free."

"Ah haha, donor, lying in the temple will be retribution."

The old monk's voice came from all directions, extremely misty, and he couldn't find any direction.

Li Youming didn't believe in ghosts and gods, ignored his tricks, walked into the hall and couldn't find the old monk everywhere, and continued, "But he really gave me a dream. Where are you? Come and meet."

"I'm in a place you can't understand. If you have something to say, don't want to talk about it. I don't plan to see you for the time being."

Li Youming frowned. What he hated the most was who pretended to be a ghost with him. He held his breath and walked quietly in the direction of the old monk's voice: "But the Buddha really gave me a dream. If you don't give me this temple for free, the Buddha will be unhappy."

"The donor's words are wrong. Last night, the Peacock Ming King also asked me a dream, saying that if it weren't for the 50 million attacks on this temple, I would have suffered retribution. The Peacock Ming King is the Buddha's mother, and the Buddha wants to listen to his mother."

Li Youming listened carefully to the sound, walked into a dark small passage, and walked around the Great Golden Buddha and continued to move forward. He had already determined which direction the old monk was in.

This old bald donkey actually plays with him in mystery, and he can catch him out, at least not that feeling of being arrogant. Otherwise, he will always feel at a disadvantage when he is in the light and in the dark.

"You will also be punished when you lie in the temple. Why are you still a monk? Monks don't lie?"

"But, the Peacock King Ming really gave me a dream. Although I can't remember exactly what she meant, I think it should be this. It's not a lie."

"Where are you? Don't play mysterious, okay?"

Li Youming lifted the curtain of a wing room, and the inside was empty. He couldn't help but frown and tighten. Isn't it here? It's strange, that old monk really knows how to hide.

In a blink of an eye, I saw a small house in the dark corner. With a thought, I tiptoed over.

The old monk laughed at this time: "Don't come to me, I said, I'm in a place you can't understand. I don't want to meet Donor Li now."

Li Youming listened to the source of the sound, his eyes closed, and walked quietly to the small house, and suddenly lifted the curtain. He felt a foul stinking in his face.

But I saw that the old monk wearing a cassock was squatting there at this time, and the cassock was lifted to his neck and exposed his snow-white butt. He grabbed a ball of toilet paper with both hands, and looked at Li Youming with astonishment on his chin.

I'm shitting.

Li Youming covered his nose and took a few steps back and said, "I'll go to the Main Hall to wait for you. Your taste seems to be diluting..."

The old monk sighed: "I told you not to come to me, but you insisted on coming. Donor Li, please pull the door curtain for me. Donor Li stayed, bring the door with you, you are a very naive Donor Li..."

After about five minutes, the old monk came quietly, his legs trembled and his brows frowned when he walked. It shouldn't be afraid of meeting him or being nervous.

Based on years of experience, Li Youming judged that his legs should be numb.

"What tea do you drink?" the old monk sat on the chair and said leisurely.

Seeing that his hands were slightly yellow, Li Youming judged that he had not washed his hands and shook his head and said, "No need."

The old monk nodded, poured a drink on his own, grabbed another peach and handed it to Li Youming: "Do you eat peaches?"

"No need." Li Youming held his breath and raised his head and said.

The old monk put down the peach, picked up another walnut bun and took a bite. He thought it was a bit inappropriate, so he broke it halfway and handed it to Li Youming: "Do you eat the bun?"

"Let's talk about business."

"Just wait for your words, are you ready for 50 million?"

The old monk shook the slag on his pants and said with his eyes hanging down. He is really a monk who is very elegant. Who is talking about a business worth 50 million, and eating steamed buns so calmly?

"Fifty million? That's impossible."

Li Youming said to death in one word.

The old monk Amitabha said, "It's less than 50 million? That's impossible."

"I can't figure it out. Once you become a monk, you will be very useful for money."

Li Youming was really anxious. Not only did Old Xu mention this, but he also figured it out. Buying this temple and this mountain can really save a lot of money and trouble.

The old monk slapped his thigh: "Which monk who stipulated that he could not return to the secular world? I have been suffering in the temple for a lifetime, and it is time to retire."

"You are so old and you are about to die. What's the use of asking for money?"

"But I also want to get married, have children and spread the offspring."

"Not good... You are wearing a cassock and saying this to me in the Main Hall. Isn't it good?"

Li Youming asked in surprise.

The old monk said distressedly: "You know what six. I was actually a pianist who played the piano in the SH hotel before. In order to avoid disaster, I fled to Yaoxi City. I was taken in by the abbot here and inherited my mantle. Over the years, I have been in Cao's camp and my heart is in Han, and I want to be slut. I decided to recite the scriptures in the first few decades, and I have to be slut in the next few decades."

Very real.

Not artificial. No airs.

This is Li Youming's evaluation of him, but he said that he used to play the piano, but Li Youming didn't believe it. In any case, he couldn't hook the person who played the piano with the old monk who had to lift the cassock around his neck when he was shit. It's not the same world.

Li Youming said: "This way, I will give you ten million. I don't believe that the remaining years of your life will allow you to use up ten million."

"Donor Li is too much. Who can't beat rabbits? I know you want to want it here, so I really want it. I will hold the 50 million mark, you must buy it. As soon as I let it go, I lose. Besides, 100 is not enough to spend."

Li Youming rose up at the desk in anger: "You are all stepping on the people in the grave with one foot, and I can't even figure out. Where can you spend money?"

"Buy a sports car and a villa, it's almost the same. I get married every night and have children every day. I can't stand the tossing and have to spend a lot of money to take care of my body, what do you think?"

Li Youming covered his forehead. He thought that this monk was a crazy person. How could such a monk be? He knelt in front of the Buddha statue and recited scriptures every day, but he was thinking about the young lady outside. How did the Buddha teach him?

"Fifty million is really impossible. The most important thing is that I don't have fifty million."

"You write an IOU and pay in installments. I will take it from you every month as if I am getting a salary. It's OK."

Li Youming slapped the table: "You are too much. You use Ant Huabei a lot, right?"

The old monk sighed and became serious:

"Insecure. Actually, I have been here for half a lifetime. Every year, the government allocates funds to help me, and pilgrims give alms to satisfy my daily life. To be honest, monks also need material life, and they are afraid of poverty. This temple is my only one. If I leave empty, there will be nothing left. I can only ask for money, and only money can give me a sense of security. From now on, I will die, and I don't even have a funeral. I shout a dog and drag me out and bury it..."

Li Youming suddenly felt that the atmosphere became sad. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.

"That's it. You adopt the temple to me. I'll give you 10 million. From now on, you will follow me. I'll give you a pension and a job, and I'll give you a job. Is that true?"

"That won't work. There are too many black-hearted bosses now."

"What do you want to do?"

The old monk looked at Li Youming nervously: "Unless you recognize me as a father, they are all old neighbors. I know you are a filial son. If you recognize me as a father, then I don't believe that you don't care about me when I am helpless in the future."

“…”

Li Youming's face turned red: "Goodbye!"

"Then I can recognize you as a father, right?" the old monk shouted quickly.

Li Youming stood at the door, holding the door lintel and trembling all over his body. He understood the old monk's mentality a little. After staying in a place for a long time, he was afraid of the outside world. However, he had a problem with his brain!

"I'll ask you to join the travel agency. I'll sign a contract with you. As long as I have a bite of food in the future, I will definitely give it to you first."

The old monk nodded: "It's not impossible, but as you said just now, give 10 million pocket money first."

“…”

After the old monk signed his magic name "Master Liuyun" and the common name "Wang Jinpao" on the contract, this contract contract took effect.

From then on, the old monk Wang Jinpao was responsible for eating and waiting for death. However, Li Youming had to support him in his old age and see him off.

Li Youming couldn't figure it out. He found that since he inherited the Sky City, he had met shameless people.

I really want to go back to the beginning, everyone was a little reserved and sincere...
Chapter completed!