Bang!

The exquisitely crafted vase smashed to pieces.

The servants and maids who served inside and outside the house were all excited, bowed and shrank their shoulders, and did not dare to show up.

"How dare you bully me?"

After slapping the table heavily, Nie Wendong's face was as deep as water. The guards kneeling in front of him were shaking like sieves, their heads and sweats all over their bodies, and they were extremely frightened.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yuanjue recited the Buddha's name lowly, breaking the calm atmosphere. He waved his hand and asked several maids and servants to retreat, and then said:

"It was expected, why should the Lord of Niezhou be angry?"

His eyes fell on the table.

On the purple wood table is a half piece of paper torn from somewhere, with two words on it.

"No!"

This is the reply Nie Wendong received for the fact that Yang Yu had trespassed into the mansion and injured the guards and held Xu Wenji accountable for his actions.

He is not surprised.

A young talent like Yang Yu must be maintained in any force, unless Shangguan has a grudge against him.

Nie Wendong's accountability letter is like handing a knife to a passerby on the street and letting him cut off his arms. Unless there is overwhelming force and reason, he will only be scolded or even beaten.

Nie Wendong has no advantage over Xu Wenji.

Apart from the forces behind it, it is not as famous or status as it is.

"I knocked on the door with a document, and he replied like this? It's not concise, too concise!"

Looking at the irregular paper, Nie Wendong felt his eyes sting, and his backhand and the purple wood table were slapped into powder:

"I abandoned the four great masters as if I were worn out. Yu Wanghai, I would kill him as soon as I said I would. Since he came, there has been nothing to target him. Why did he have to make things difficult for me?!"

"Good, good."

The old monk Yuanjue clasped his hands together, feeling speechless.

He also said that the state lord was angry because he was refuted of the letter of guilt. Unexpectedly, he would be entangled in the format and procedures of the letter of Xu Wenji...

"Xu Wenji, Yang Yu..."

After venting, Nie Wendong calmed down and sat down again. After his chest was up and down several times, he looked at the old monk Yuanjue:

"Everything has a price, what do the master thinks?"

Yuanjue was slightly stunned and nodded:

"I agree deeply."

"good!"

Nie Wendong also nodded:

"Nie has not been close to women in recent years, has not been rich in gold and silver, has not been greedy for his mouth, and has no expense. Therefore, he has also saved some money over the years..."

"Some?"

"If it's not counting jewelry and jade, antique treasures, land deeds for houses, farms and shops, it's about 300,000 taels..."

Nie Wendong thought slightly, and saw the old monk's eyes lit up and swallowed the word "gold".

"No wonder it is said that the Qing magistrate for ten years was 100,000 silver! As far as I know, the Lord of Niezhou has been devoted to the Tao over the years, and has never paid attention to miscellaneous matters, but he still has such rich family resources..."

Yuanjue couldn't help but shake his head:

"I am a little envious..."

Three hundred thousand taels of silver are by no means a small amount.

His Dayan Courtyard was built in the prosperous place of Daocheng. Its incense is very popular on weekdays. In addition to spending and handling expenses in various places in a year, it only earns 18,000 taels.

Three hundred thousand taels are enough to renovate the temple and reshape the Buddha statues, right?

only……

"However, I have a word first, and it must not be related to that Mr. Xu, and the words of Yang Qianhu..."

"The master misunderstood what Nie means. Why should I let the master break the precepts by buying murderers?"

Nie Wendong interrupted Yuanjue's words and said lightly.

"Um?"

Yuanjue frowned: "What does the Lord of Niezhou mean?"

Nie Wendong lightly buckles the back of the chair and returns to his former peace:

"What does the master think of buying a method that can be kept without being ordained as a monk?"

"No way!"

Yuanjue flatly rejected:

"If you have not been ordained, you will not preach the method of meditation on precepts and meditation. This is the rule that my Zen Buddhism has never been easy for thousands of years and cannot be broken. Don't talk about it again!"

Yuanjue's rejection, but Nie Wendong seemed to be indifferent. He smiled slightly and revealed two words:

"gold."

"Three hundred thousand taels of gold?"

Yuanjue's heart trembled, and his hands were almost empty, but a few moments later, he shook his head and spoke awkwardly:

"No way!"

"Um?"

Nie Wendong frowned immediately, but this time he refused was beyond his expectations.

Dayanyuan is not a sect that was born, but a temple that has entered the world. It has been rooted in Longyuan Dao City for thousands of years. It has always been called the "Incense Temple" in the martial arts world and Zen Buddhism.

How could it be...

"My Dayan Academy has always been deeply involved in the world, and exchanged the Buddhist teachings I have learned for incense and breaking the precepts to make a living, and the Buddha does not pursue it, but this does not mean that everything can be traded..."

The old monk Yuanjue calmed down and his eyes became clear after reciting the Buddha's name:

"This body of skin can be sold, but the Buddha's heart cannot be changed."

“…”

Nie Wendong was silent for a moment before stretching his eyebrows:

"Just just quit."

"Your Madam doesn't have to say much, and you won't be able to make a verdict."

Yuanjue shook his head, and saw Nie Wendong's face unhappy, he paused and said:

"It's still the same saying, "You are successful in peace and meditation, but you are just a good example. Ordering and becoming a monk is not a problem for me, but you must have a gift to gain it!"

Can twenty years of quiet practice enter the Tao?

Look at people.

Nie Wendong, it's not done.

Although he had only been to Qingzhou for a few days, he also saw this person's behavior. He was not close to women and could serve him in a pretty and charming way.

He does not eat meat, drinks, but he does not leave his body and needs to smell it at all times.

He does not kill, but he has no compassion for any life except himself.

He didn't even see the king's law. Can he really adhere to the rules and precepts?

How can he pass on such tranquility and such practice?

So how dare you?

"What if I want it all?"

Nie Wendong's eyes became very cold, and he was surging with unwillingness.

"That is neither Tao nor Buddha, but you will only become a demon."

Yuanjue reached into his arms, took out a plain yellow silk cloth and handed it to him:

"I have a volume of scriptures here. If you want to ask them all, you might as well try to understand them."

“No need.”

Nie Wendong waved his hand to refuse. There were so many similar scriptures in his study, so where did he need this?

He was unhappy, but when he saw that his attitude was persistent, he could only settle for the second best and asked:

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"Um……"

Yuanjue pondered for a moment, then looked at the several beautiful women serving outside the door and said:

"color."

"Avoid sex..."

Nie Wendong's brows stretched out. He had countless women in his life. He had no worries and thought he had no big problems.

"You are all lustful, so don't look down on it."

Seeing that he didn't care, he said in a word about the tranquility room.

"I know."

Nie Wendong no longer entangled with him, and said:

"Although the master refused repeatedly, no one was available to me. Just the master responded to my promise and could take 300,000 taels of gold."

"If you do not involve the inheritance of this sect, you will be obeyed by Zen taboos."

Yuanjue answered carefully.

Nie Wendong straightened his waist and looked at the servant who was hurrying back and forth in the front yard. A base of an altar had been built.

"No hurry, no hurry."

...

...

After saying goodbye to Xu Wenji, Yang Yu did not rush back to the inn, but walked slowly on the street, which made the followers a little impressed.

If the front foot offends the state master, they will not care about shopping at all. They really admire this kind of character.

If they had offended the guard, they would have to be trembling, fearing that they would have been revenge.

"Nie Wendong's Taoist technique..."

Yang Yu thought in his heart, his feet kept sweeping across the stalls on both sides.

After two years of severe drought, Deyang Fucheng has long stopped being as prosperous as before. There are many vendors next to the road, selling everything, and there are many of them with "food ingredients".

Although most of them are ordinary ingredients and they can't use them, they can also be used to fill in the recipes of Jiuniu and Erhu.

Therefore, Yang Yu came without any hesitation and would not deliberately reduce the price. Before several streets were completed, news of a large number of people buying old goods spread wildly.

Soon, Yang Yu was surrounded, and hundreds of vendors were waving their own goods, not afraid that he would be in a flying fish suit and would be clamoring in all kinds of noise.

"What does it look like to push and shov? They all disperse!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

A burly man pushed away the streets of the blocked streets and came to Yang Yu.

The vendors seemed to believe him very much, and they all dispersed, but they still looked at him with a gaze.

"Sir, I'm so scared of being poor..."

The big man clasped his fists:

"I don't know what the adults call Duan Leng?"

"Submitted to Yang."

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Duan Leng compliments, asking Yang Yu to go to the teahouse for a short break, and he began to greet the vendors, collect all kinds of old things, and send them to Yang Yu for him to choose.

In any street, wherever there is a transaction, there must be an intermediary like Duan Leng.

Yu Yang didn't care about letting him make a profit from the middle, but it wasn't these old things in front of him.

"Sir, want... stone?"

When Duan Leng heard Yang Yu’s request, he was stunned, and he felt a little strange. He asked carefully:

"Any stone is OK?"

"Anything that has different characteristics from ordinary stones is OK."

Yu Yang took out a ingot of gold and placed it in front of him:

"After things are done, there will be rewards."

The specialty of the Kong Valley Stone made Yang Yu taste the taste. He did not blindly mobilize the gold and refine the body, but chose to collect strange stones like the former.

However, I was busy all the way, either killing people or chasing them, and only then did I have free time.

"gold!"

Duan Leng took a breath and grabbed the ingot of gold tightly.

After two years of severe drought, silver and copper fell sharply, but gold soared. Before the severe drought, one tael of gold could be exchanged for twenty taels of silver, but now it can be exchanged for fifty taels of silver.

"Strange stones, strange stones..."

Holding the gold, Duan Leng's heart was hot. Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, he accused Yang Yu and left in a hurry.

“Huh?”

Seeing him ecstatic, Yang Yu was also moved, but he was not in a hurry. He asked for a pot of tea and began to select the ingredients from the pile of old things.

After a while, Duan Leng came hurriedly with a stone in his hand.

"Sir, this stone..."

"Xuanshi, why didn't I expect..."

Looking at the stone, a strange flashed across Yang Yu's face.

He recognized this kind of stone, and it can even be said to be very common. In the mouths of gentry and Confucian scholars, this thing is called Xuanshi.

And among the people, this thing is called.
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