Hao Fenglou responded. Since Zhu Di had to bet, he naturally didn't mind giving it a try.

This is a game, just treat it as entertainment.

Zhu Di climbed the mountain with great interest, and finally arrived at the top of the mountain after half an hour.

The top of the mountain is a wide area, two miles in a radius. I think I have leveled it before, and the weeds and trees that have grown have long been removed, and stone bricks are laid on top and some reinforcement has been carried out.

Further ahead is the mountain gate. There is no plaque hanging on the ritual gate in front of the mountain gate. Hao Fenglou couldn't help but frown. With such a big house, how can it not have a name?

Hao Fenglou glanced at Zhu Di and said, "Father, this temple is never famous, so I asked my father to give you a calligraphy treasure."

Zhu Di smiled and said, "I have only heard of people borrowing soldiers from me, asking for money or food, but no one has asked me to give me a gift of calligraphy. I am ashamed that my words are not worth mentioning, so let's forget it."

Hao Fenglou said in his heart, my handwriting is actually very ugly, and I am thin-skinned, so it is not easy to leave behind the calligraphy here, which will make people in later generations laugh at him. He said seriously: "Father, this is a bad word. The calligraphy of the father is not good or bad, but the four characters written by the emperor. There are not a thousand or eight hundred masters of calligraphy in the world. As for the little success in running scripts, it is even more like a carp crossing the river. You see, the ordinary child is only half a foot old, and he is quite good at holding the pen, and he can also have a half-six charm when writing. If the minister asks these people to write for him, it is really boring. Only the father is the first person in the world and the emperor who obeys the will of heaven. Even if the father is a mess, his calligraphy is ten times better than those literati."

When Zhu Di heard this, he felt embarrassed and said, "Since you have to say this, I will try it out, come and take the pen and ink."

Bi Mo was in the temple, and several guards hurriedly went in to ask for it. There were several monks who specialized in covering the situation. When they heard that the saint had arrived, they did not dare to neglect them. They quickly carried the book case. One of the monks was wearing a cassock and holding a Zen stick in his hand. His steps were steady, just like a Taoist monk who walked steadily.

"Amitabha, I don't know that the saint's carriage has arrived, and I have missed the distance and welcomed me. I hope to forgive my sins. No wonder I saw early this morning. I watched the celestial phenomena, and there were vague purple clouds coming from west to east. Thunder rolled in the sky. It looked like a real dragon appeared and appeared..."

Halfway through the monk's speech, Hao Fenglou glared at the monk. The monk's arhat body flapped, immediately stopped, closed his eyes, shouted the Buddha's name, and retreated to the side.

This eminent monk is really an old acquaintance of Hao Fenglou, and it is Liu Banxian.

Since Liu Banxian was intimidated by Hao Fenglou last time, he became his Banxian and contacted Li Jinglong. He has made a lot of efforts for Hao Fenglou. Now that the temple has been built, Hao Fenglou has nothing to lack, but there is only such a cover. Since it is a temple, how can you not raise a few monks? The master is the host of the nominal, but you must also invite a few green leaves to accompany you, right?

So, Liu Banxian was ordained. The so-called monks and Taoists were not separated. What's more, Liu Banxian was an amphibious talent. After he had his hair and had a Taoist crown, he could shout Daojun. With his head bare, he could shout the Buddha's name so loud that he could be loud. Without saying a word, he naturally did not dare to disobey Hao Fenglou, and he took his Taoist children and changed his career directly.

Because a large amount of manpower has not yet come in, his current responsibility is to guard the treasure mountain. Life is still free. Liu Banxian is a person who loves the whole line. Since entering here, he has specially opened a vegetable garden behind the temple, and asked the former Taoist boys, the current little monks, to plant fruit trees, and show the spirit of taking root here, which is quite a bit like rooting in the barren mountains.

He was shocked when he heard the Holy Lord coming. Although he had changed his appearance, he still did not forget his half-immortal business after all. He wanted to start fooling him again. Fortunately, Hao Fenglou stopped him and immediately stopped and realized that although he would continue to be mysterious, it seemed that Ziyun and Tianlei were inappropriate to say something like Ziyun and Tianlei from the mouth of a monk. He is now a Taoist monk, so he should talk more about reincarnation.

Zhu Di was quite interesting to Liu Banxian. He was not disgusted with the monk. On the contrary, he liked Yao Guangxiao very much, so he loved the house and the Wuwu. He smiled and said to Liu Banxian: "I don't know the surname Gao of Zen Master."

Liu Banxian glanced at Hao Fenglou and said in a silence: "I don't want to be warned."

"Don't you be quit?" Zhu Di smiled and said, "It's interesting." He stopped talking. The little novice monk next to him had already polished the ink. He picked up the pen and dipped it ink, but couldn't help looking at Hao Fenglou and said, "What's the name of this temple?"

Hao Fenglou hesitated for a moment before saying, "Is there a temple good?"

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment and said, "Don't mess around."

Hao Fenglou immediately became serious and said, "How about Jinshan Temple?"

This is originally called Zijin Mountain, and it is most suitable to call Jinshan Temple. Although there is also a Jinshan Temple in history, it is in Zhenjiang, but unfortunately, the name of Jinshan Temple is hundreds of years later. The current Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang is called Zexin Temple, so this Jinshan Temple is original.

Zhu Dihe nodded, picked up the pen and opened it all the way. The pen was done in one go. He wrote the three words Jinshan Temple on a piece of white rice paper.

But this word... is really a bit terrible. It's not that the ghost painting talisman is, but the level is really limited.

Hao Fenglou couldn't help but say, "Good word."

Liu Banxian was excited and seemed to have returned to his original skills. He talked freely: "The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the pen has a sword. This sword is Tai'a, and it has the power to open up the world."

Zhu Di laughed loudly, but reached out to the guard behind him and said, "Give me my seal."

There are many kinds of seals of the emperor, such as the gold seals carried with them, which are similar to private seals. Zhu Di stamped them, but the cinnabar on them is the four words "Peking Sanren".

Hao Fenglou took the paper, blew the ink marks dry, and handed it to Liu Banxian, saying, "Master Bujie, please send someone to copy it tomorrow, and ask someone to carve this emperor's ink treasure on the Baoshan Yimen Gate and paint it with gold paint. Remember, after the matter is done, you must bathe and change clothes, burn incense and pray, this is my ink treasure of the emperor in the Great Ming Dynasty, which can ward off evil spirits and suppress demons. If you have this ink treasure in this wilderness, you can keep the evil spirits from invading."

Liu Banxian said solemnly: "Fortune to the infinite heavenly Lord..." Liu Banxian immediately showed an embarrassing look and hurriedly: "Amitabha Buddha, what the Lord said is very much. I will definitely follow it and dare not neglect it."

He was not proficient enough in his business and almost exposed his feelings. Hao Fenglou wanted to beat him up, but after all, he had just changed careers and could not have made any mistakes, so he decided to forgive him.

After leaving Mo Bao, Liu Banxian took everyone into the temple.

This temple is really vast, and its scale is no smaller than that of the Eastern Palace. It has hundreds of buildings, countless temples, pavilions, and lofts. The walls in the temple are about several meters high. There are some temple specifications in the front, but when it comes to the back, it suddenly becomes clear. The rows of houses and huge buildings are dazzling. In addition, there are special warehouses, more than twenty. Hao Fenglou is quite satisfied with this space. As for the rest, it is too carefree. There are indeed problems with cutting corners at the Ministry of Works. There are no trees planted in the temple, and there are no other decorations. Although the courtyard is vast, it seems empty.

Hao Fenglou roughly remembers the direction of the building and has begun to lay out the layout in his mind, which places are used to make workshops, which places are suitable for food and accommodation, and which places are suitable for bookkeeping public housing, and where should I settle down if I get there.

After seeing it almost, everyone entered Liu Banxian's Zen Room. Liu Banxian invited a little shark to tea. Zhu Di seemed a little tired and said, "It's okay to have this kind of function in half a year, but it looks a bit."

Hao Fenglou smiled and said, "Yes, but the pattern is small after all, but it's okay. People can be arranged at the foot of the mountain as well. Shenwu Guards and the Musketball Team go up the mountain to practice, and some sharp craftsmen can also go up the mountain to study. However, most of the others, such as the Shenwu Arts Bureau, can still be arranged at the foot of the mountain."

Zhu Dihe nodded and said, "No, that's right, I've made a free place for you, so you can use your life."

Hao Fenglou said: "My son obeys the order."

After Zhu Di drank too much tea, he went to Xiaojie, and only Hao Fenglou and Liu Banxian were left in the Zen room.

Hao Fenglou glared at Liu Banxian and said, "If you want to be a monk, you have to want Ziyun and Tianlei. What kind of monk are you doing? It's simply outrageous. If you make any mistakes in the future, you won't let it go."

Liu Banxian was in tears and felt aggrieved: "Sir, this is a last resort. I... I don't want to do it either. I am used to being a Taoist priest and suddenly became a monk. There is always a little discomfort. But don't worry, I will definitely correct my mistakes and never dare to make any mistakes. I have thought about it and will definitely follow the adults to do it well from now on. I will never frown for the monks for the adults for the rest of my life. However, I did not pass the plate. Although I put on a cassock, I did not make a record in the Honglu Temple. After all, I was still a fake monk... This..."

Hao Fenglou was calm and just now he was just scaring him. He said, "Don't worry, this is a small matter, I will help you in a few days. From then on, you will serve as the host of Jinshan Temple on behalf of my mentor. There will naturally be someone clearing the situation in Honglu Temple. Someone will send things in a few days. You are here, so don't go down the mountain easily."

Liu Banxian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said quickly: "Yes, yes, I know, I will follow the arrangements of my elders."

As he was talking, Zhu Di came back, Liu Banxian immediately stopped and stood aside obediently, no longer being arrogant at first and then respectful. He still looked like a Taoist monk who deserved a beating, half-closed his eyes, neither happy nor angry.

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Chapter 3 is delivered, and the great gods have opened a single chapter again. Alas, it is still exposed. It can be seen that hardworking to write, it is better to open a single chapter. Can't the students support the tiger? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!