I have ten trillion licking dog gold

check out.

Get your deposit back.

When Jiang Chen finished the formalities and turned around, he found that Qing Gege had somehow slipped to the hotel entrance, tilting her swan neck at a 40-50 degree angle, as if she was just admiring the cleansed sky.

Ok.

It was definitely not to avoid suspicion.

Princess Qing has always been a righteous and upright heroine.

Jiang Chen walked over nonchalantly, not exposing the matter, and stood to the side, also looking up curiously and asking:

"What are you looking at?"

"..."

Feeling awkward, Fang Qing looked away, lifted her foot, and walked forward.

Jiang Chen followed.

The rain had stopped, but the water on the ground was still wet, and the air smelled damp, mixed with the fragrance of earth.

After spending two days in the hotel, Jiang Chen couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Fang Qing suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the rather ordinary chain hotel with a complicated expression.

"If you can't bear to leave, you can go back."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "There shouldn't be any more scrambling for apartments now; we can move to a better one."

Fang Qing remained silent, gave him a symbolic elbow strike that was more symbolic than effective, turned around, and continued walking forward.

Jiang Chen followed.

The water splashed up and then slowly receded behind them.

"You're not upset about it, are you?"

"what?"

"Such an ordinary hotel."

Although such things cannot be planned in advance, taking away the other person's most precious thing in such a place inevitably leaves one feeling guilty.

"It's anything but ordinary; the bed is quite large."

Hear the words.

Jiang Chen instantly lost his composure and even burst into laughter involuntarily.

Often, it's his sense of humor that makes others happy.

But when he was with Fang Qing, it was always Fang Qing who made him laugh.

"Yes, the bed is quite big."

The two beds were pushed together, and they were quite big, even though they were put back in their original positions before checkout.

It has nothing to do with moral cultivation; it was Fang Qing's request.

"You really don't mind?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head to observe Qingmei's expression. Even the most optimistic person needs nourishment.

For the past twenty years, or rather since the successive deaths of his parents, he felt like he was trapped under a landslide rubble, struggling to breathe through the cracks. The reason he didn't despair was because the girl next door persistently let light in, telling him not to give up.

Ok.

Just like her name.

The rain has stopped and the sun is shining.

Even though they later went their separate ways to attend university in cities thousands of miles apart, the light Fang Qing gave him had already taken root in his heart, continuously nourishing him.

"What's there to mind?"

Fang Qing smiled gently, like a plum blossom blooming early, "Many girls still stay in small hotels near the school that cost a few dozen yuan a night."

Not just women.

Most people like to compare themselves to those above them.

But she refused to follow the crowd.

Jiang Chen wasn't moved; instead, he nodded in deep agreement, "That makes sense."

Fang Qing raised her elbow again.

Jiang Chen tried to block, but it was pointless. Fang Qing was just trying to scare him and quickly put down her weapon.

"Let's go eat, let's eat something good, it's on me."

Jiang Chen was truly moved this time.

Not only did they ask for silver instead of gold, but they also offered to treat everyone to a meal.

Who could be so beautiful?
At this moment, the green plum seemed to glow in his eyes.

"What?"

Fang Qing frowned, feeling a little awkward under his gaze.

Without doing anything reckless on the street, Jiang Chen nodded and strode forward.

"Yes, I definitely need to replenish myself."

More than an hour later.

The two, beaming and radiant, emerged from a casserole restaurant near the hotel, their faces glowing with satisfaction. Jiang Chen, in particular, still looked as if he was savoring the meal.

"The black chicken soup is really good."

Fang Qing, who had indeed paid for the meal herself, was in great shape, her skin radiant and glowing. "Are you free?" she asked.

Jiang Chen nodded without hesitation, "Yes. Where do you want to go?"

"temple."

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen looked at the subway entrance not far away and said, "Let's go."

Look.

How wonderful it is now!

The last time we took the subway, it was a bit unpleasant, but it was far from enough to leave Mr. Jiang with a psychological trauma. Graduate students from Jiangcheng University aren't everywhere, so it's not that easy to run into one.

It's easily accessible by subway, but the temple is on a mountain, so you have to climb it yourself.

of course.

It's not that elevators can't be built; with the income of Buddhists, this project is a drop in the ocean. However, if the elevator is installed directly into the apartment, it would lack sincerity. Buddha, like women, also values ​​ritual.

"is that OK?"

At the bottom of the seemingly endless mountain staircase, Jiang Chen asked.

"Do you have any questions?"

Fang Qing asked the same question with equal concern.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "How about a race? Let's see who gets to the temple gate first."

Fang Qing ignored him, took a step, and climbed the steps.

The steps were covered in moss, and with the added moisture from the rain, they were very slippery. It was impossible to compete; even walking slowly required caution, especially for those with weak legs.

The man was indeed in good condition, perhaps due to the effects of the black chicken soup. He was full of energy, and every step he took was exceptionally firm. In order to take care of Fang Qing, he deliberately maintained his speed and stayed close by her side.

People seeking Buddha's help seem to come in an endless stream; far more than just Jiang Chen and his companion come to offer incense as soon as the rain stops.

Looking at the strangers passing by and whom he encountered by chance, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered a sentence from Bian Zaide, the CEO of Hippo.

If praying to gods and Buddhas were effective, ordinary people wouldn't even be able to enter the gates of temples.

However, it is clear that there are not many people in this world as clear-headed as Bian Zong. Even Shi Xixi's mother and Jin Hai's mistress, who is such a strong and rational woman, is a devout Buddhist.

can only say.

Many things cannot be viewed with conventional perspectives.

The mountain path is not boring, and there are maple leaves all over the mountains. After the rain, they are even more dazzlingly red. Occasionally, when the wind blows, it is like a lively sea of ​​fire, which makes the clear sky look more beautiful. Many pilgrims stop along the way to take pictures.

"Have a break?"

Jiang Chen was still worried about Qingmei's health, "It's nice to enjoy the scenery too."

"It's not too late to see it when we get to the top of the mountain."

A person's character is truly reflected in their every action.

Jiang Chen didn't insist any further. It took him more than twenty minutes to climb the mountain. When he crossed the mountain gate, he finally received a call back from Wu Yufei.

"Did you call me?"

Don't even say it.

If she didn't reply, Jiang Chen would have almost forgotten when he called her.
It was around the time I left the Xu Shangao concert venue after watching it and was planning to stay another night.

And what time is it now? To be precise, what is the exact date?

Two days have passed!

Is your phone in a different time and space than ours?

They're getting a good deal and then acting innocent.

If they had answered the phone, would they still be able to watch "The Haunted Village"?

However, as an angel investor, one still needs to maintain a certain level of composure.

"My phone seems to be having some problems. Is there something you need when you call me?"

Even if something happens.

Now it's too late for anything else.

Jiang Chen smiled wryly and glanced at Qingmei beside him. "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you've rested."

"Oh, I drank too much with Sister Ji back then, so we slept together. Sister Ji is the one who lives upstairs, the one you've met."

This attitude is acceptable.

I was asleep at the time, was it really necessary to wait two days to call back?
Oh.

The phone also has some problems.

"Take some time to get a new phone; Apple has released a new model."

"No, I definitely want to support domestic products."

"Bye-Bye."

Jiang Chen hung up the phone decisively, realizing it was somewhat impolite to his female classmate.

"I never realized she was so unreliable."

Even after hanging up the phone, he was still badmouthing the other person.

"Wu Yufei?"

"Ah."

Fang Qing smiled slightly.

Talk about it.

She really has to thank them.

Thank you...

To grant your wish.

Who says women are jealous?

"why are you laughing?"

Jiang Chen found it strange.

Fang Qing sighed softly as she walked between the Bell Tower and the Drum Tower, thinking, "How come you've met all the good girls in the world?"

"Don't praise yourself so much. In Buddha's territory, you should be more humble."

The two stepped into the Heavenly King's Hall.

"Do you have cash?" Fang Qing asked.

"You don't have cash?"

Fang Qing shook her head.

"then you……"

Fang Qing explained, pointing to the QR code on the donation box, "You can scan the code."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

While scanning QR codes is convenient, as mentioned before, it lacks a sense of ritual and turns Buddhist worship into an almost commercialized behavior.

Jiang Chen took out his wallet and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

That's how extravagant a trillionaire is.

"Give."

"Don't you have any smaller ones?"

Fang Qing didn't answer, and asked.

Jiang Chen was stunned.

W-what do you mean?
My Qinggege, have you forgotten where you are right now?
Maitreya Buddha and the Four Heavenly Kings are all watching you.

Oh.

and also.

The monks who were thanking the worshippers by the Amitabha Buddha statue next to the donation box all changed their expressions.

"……Have."

With a strange feeling, Jiang Chen, right under the monk's nose, stuffed the hundred-yuan bill he had taken out back in and instead took out a smaller denomination bill.

twenty.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, holding money in it.

Eyes facing each other.

This time, Fang Qing's suggestion was more direct.

Do you have any coins?

Ok.

The monk's face began to darken, and the tone of his chanting of Buddhist prayers became erratic.

Coins? We don't actually have those.

Jiang Chen shook his head silently; he still cared about his appearance to some extent.

"Let's give you twenty."

Fang Qing ignored it, didn't take the money, and instead took out her own phone.

Ok.

She started scanning the QR code.

Jiang Chen put down his hand, took back the twenty yuan, and deliberately leaned closer to look at the number she had scanned. He almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

One dollar.

As they left through the back door of the Hall of Heavenly Kings, they couldn't forget the look in the eyes of the monk next to the donation box, who was trying to suppress his emotions but was forced to express his gratitude.

"Maitreya Buddha plus the Four Heavenly Kings, one yuan, how do we split it? You should at least transfer five yuan. Oh, and there's also a Weituo Bodhisattva here."

The Bodhisattva Weituo is behind Maitreya Buddha, facing the Mahavira Hall; you can only see him when you walk over.

"A single grain of rice in Buddhism is as heavy as Mount Sumeru."

Fang Qing remained calm and composed, showing no sign of apprehension about her behavior or any sense of disrespect towards Buddha.

Jiang Chen felt as if he had been enlightened, and was filled with awe. This was not just economic worship; this was understanding the true essence of Buddhism.

Without saying a word, he decisively put the twenty yuan away.

Regardless of the type of Buddha, Fang Qing treated them all the same. Knowing that someone didn't have any money in their pocket, she didn't make them pay. She made them scan the QR code themselves, including the Buddha statue, all for one yuan.

If every pilgrim were like her, the monks in the temple would have to eat vegetarian food.

Fang Qing paused when passing the Temple of the God of Wealth.

"You won't go in?"

Someone, like a tagalong, shook their head.

Business people, when they enter a temple, don't worship the God of Wealth?
It's completely off-track.

Although Fang Qing had no obsession with wealth, she still suggested, out of consideration for the other person, "Go inside and offer your prayers."

Praying to Buddha doesn't necessarily bring any benefits.

But it can't hurt in any way.

"I'd better not go in, lest I anger the God of Wealth."

Jiang Chen shook his head again.

Fang Qing was puzzled. "Why?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "Because... people should know how to be content."

With his current wealth, it's not like the God of Wealth would worship him; that would be a bit arrogant. He should keep a low profile on someone else's turf. But if he were to go in again to seek wealth, the God of Wealth, if truly powerful, would probably kick him out.

"Look, there are street performers over there."

What to sell?
Busking?

Fang Qing shifted her gaze and saw many figures outside the pagoda courtyard. The two approached and saw that there was a monk divining and telling fortunes.

This isn't something you can just give as much as you want.

One dollar definitely won't solve the problem.

Almost every temple has a place for fortune telling and drawing lots. Jiang Chen had encountered this before when he accompanied Shi to a temple in Donghai to find her mother. He was even pulled aside by that old lady and had his fortune told.

What did the fortune slip say again?

I don't quite remember.

Anyway... well, it seems like a good omen.

Jiang Chen felt that Qingmei probably wouldn't be interested in such tricks, especially since the price was clearly stated as one hundred yuan per signature.

One hundred dollars.

Given her economical approach to Buddhism, she could have worshipped all the Buddhas in the temple many more times.

"Try it."

Why is it that line again?

Someone else is doing the calculations.

Fang Qing actually joined the queue.

"One hundred dollars."

Jiang Chen whispered a reminder.

Okay.

One who stays near vermilion gets stained red.

After strolling around the temple with Qingmei for a while, my consumption habits were influenced.

"Don't you have cash?"

"..."

So only the big spenders are allowed to pay?

After more than ten minutes, it was finally my turn.

"What kind of?"

The monk first asked Fang Qing, and then noticed Jiang Chen next to him. He had a rather unique appearance, with his eyebrows forming a straight line.

Having some experience, Jiang Chen was sensible enough not to openly give out red envelopes in front of everyone, so he preemptively placed the hundred-yuan bill that he hadn't used in the Heavenly King Hall on the table.

The monk with one eyebrow nodded, picked up the divination tube, and handed it to Fang Qing. At the same time, he picked up a hundred yuan, skillfully rolled it up, and smoothly tucked it into the wide sleeve of his monk's robe.

Fang Qing sat down, picked up the divination stick container that probably contained dozens of sticks, and gently shook it.

"Clap."

One of the tickets fell out.

Fang Qing picked it up and handed it to the other person, saying, "I would like to trouble you, Master, to interpret this divination slip."

Jiang Chen, who was standing next to him, almost couldn't hold back.

That's when you call someone a master.

Princess Qing has always known how to act according to circumstances.

The monk with the one eyebrow took the job. Normally, this kind of work should be done by a kind-faced monk who looks like he has boundless Buddhist wisdom, but he looked a bit comical.

Ok.

it is not important.

When you go to get treatment, you can't be picky about the doctor's appearance, can you?

The monk with one eyebrow took the fortune stick, unfolded it, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

His performance excited the onlookers, who eagerly awaited his return.

Two shadows fall into the cold pool, a single reed crosses the clouds and mist.
Three lives of dew on the stone, two heavens reflected in the mirror.

Cranes cry beyond the blue sky, fish sink into the deep blue sea.

Suddenly, a golden wind arose, and a secret bond was formed between wood and stone…

The monk with one eyebrow chanted slowly.

"What do you mean?"

Fang Qing asked.

The monk with the eyebrow didn't rush to interpret the fortune sticks. Instead, he looked at Fang Qing carefully, and then at Jiang Chen beside her. His gaze was definitely not out of dedication to the hundred silver dollars.

They already charge 100.

“‘Double Shadow’ is a decomposition of the character ‘明’ (bright), referring to the sun and moon in harmony, and the yin and yang in perfect balance.”

The phrase "a single reed" comes from the Book of Songs, specifically the poem "He Guang," and is used to describe the ability to cross vast waters and mountains.

The phrase "Three Lives Dew" is a homophone for "Three Lives Road," implying that though the dew is short, it reflects past and present lives.

The phrase "two skies reflected in a mirror" subtly alludes to the idea of ​​a broken mirror being mended.

The phrases "crane's cry" and "fish sinking" appear as one above the other, symbolizing complementary destinies.

The names 'Golden Wind' and 'Wood and Stone' are derived from the Five Elements theory of mutual generation: Metal generates Water, and Water generates Wood.

This divination is neither auspicious nor inauspicious, but if it's about marriage...

The Taoist with one eyebrow sighed, "To be honest, I have been interpreting fortune sticks in the temple for over ten years. Many people have drawn this fortune stick, but the number of lovers who have drawn it can be counted on one hand."

It may sound contradictory, but it's actually not hard to understand.

Judging from his comprehensive explanation of the fortune slip, Jiang Chen knew that this monk was not a fraud; he had encountered a genuine monk.

"What does it mean to ask about marriage prospects?"

He started to get a little curious.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, the monk who had already been described as having some skills was now standing up.

If you are asking about marriage...

This divination slip signifies a match made in heaven.

This is an extremely auspicious divination. (End of Chapter)