I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"I have no intention of shirking responsibility; the cause and effect of this matter truly lies with me."

Qin Yao looked around and addressed all the monks who were looking at him, saying, "Therefore, to make up for the losses of Lingyin Temple, I promise to provide a minimum of 30,000 taels of silver to rebuild the Great Stele Pavilion and to replicate all the scriptures that were previously in the pavilion."

"How much?" Guangliang asked, his face filled with shock.

Thirty thousand?

With so much money, it's more than enough to build three buildings, let alone one!

“Thirty thousand? If that’s not enough, I can add more.” Qin Yao said, “In short, we must build the new Grand Stele Tower well, even better than the old one. Out with the old, in with the new.”

Guangliang: "..."

Once those last eight words were uttered, all the bad things turned into good things.

After all, the large stele pavilion in the temple is not a cultural relic, but rather a scripture repository that has been in disrepair for many years.

It’s good to have money.

only……

"Daoji, in front of so many fellow disciples, don't boast. Can you really come up with 30,000 taels of silver?"

"I'll find someone to clean up the trash right now, and we'll start building repairs immediately after that," Qin Yao said, turning around.

Guangliang: "..."

He couldn't figure out where this guy was going to get 30,000 taels of silver from.

Begging?

Don't be ridiculous, who would donate that much?

A moment later, watching Daoji's receding figure, he couldn't help but shout, "Don't try to cheat or swindle! This money must be completely honest!"

“I guarantee that every single silver ingot is more innocent than you,” Qin Yao replied.

half an hour.

In front of the ruins of the Great Stele Tower.

Guangliang watched as a group of people carrying bamboo baskets quickly swept up the trash on the ground, and asked as if in a daze, "Biqing, where did Daoji get the money to do this?"

Before Bi Qing could respond, an aged voice sounded from behind them: "I told you long ago that Dao Ji is extraordinary, but you thought he was just ordinary."

The two quickly turned around and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master (Grandmaster)."

Abbot Yuan Kong waved his hand and said, "Guangliang, as the saying goes, 'A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.' From now on, don't target Daoji anymore. Haven't you noticed? He just won't stoop to your level. The two of you are from completely different worlds."

Guangliang: "..."

a few days later.

A little rabbit quietly left Lingyin Temple and stepped into a cave, where it transformed into the shape of snow amidst the spiritual light.

Inside the cave, on a futon.

The black wolf spirit suddenly stood up, her face full of hope, and asked, "How is it, junior sister?"

Bai Xue shrugged: "Senior brother, I didn't see Daoji drowning his sorrows in alcohol. On the contrary, he's busy directing the reconstruction of the Great Stele Tower every day. It seems like he has no time to be sad at all."

The black wolf spirit's expression froze.

Is Daoji's temperament really that strong?
Terrifying indeed! It's chilling to think about!
"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Bai Xue suddenly asked.

The black wolf spirit took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, you go back first, I want to be alone for a while."

Bai Xue nodded and hurried out the door, thus not hearing that sigh that came from the depths of her heart...

time flies.

Before long, the foundation for the new stele was about to be laid. But just as all the construction work was proceeding in an orderly manner, a group of fierce soldiers suddenly rushed into Lingyin Temple and took control of all the construction workers.

Hearing the commotion, Qin Yao, Bai Ling, Guang Liang, Bi Qing, and even the abbot and the monks all gathered around. They saw a middle-aged man in full armor, holding a waist knife, standing in front of the soldiers, looking at the monks, clearly waiting for them to ask him questions...

Despite his fear, Guangliang, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, asking, "May I ask your name, General, and why you are obstructing our construction?"

The man's face was stern, and he said in a deep voice, "I am General Chang De, and I have come here on the orders of Prime Minister Qin to inform you that this Great Stele Tower must not be rebuilt."

Guangliang was taken aback: "Why is that?"

"Why?" Changde snorted coldly and said, "Let me ask you, how did the old Dabeilou disappear?"

Guangliang said, "Fire fell from the sky and burned everything to ashes."

“If it is a blazing fire sent from the heavens, then it is the will of Heaven. If this is the will of Heaven, then your attempt to rebuild is going against the will of Heaven,” Changde said.

Guangliang: "..."

He never expected to hear such an outrageous reason.

But under the power of the authorities, no matter how outrageous the reason, what can he do?

"General, if we follow your logic, if the Prime Minister's residence is burned down by a sudden fire tomorrow, is that also the will of Heaven?" Qin Yao asked directly, unafraid of this so-called power.

Changde's expression changed drastically, and he said in a low voice, "Mad monk, don't talk nonsense. Prime Minister Qin is a pillar of the country and is protected by gods and Buddhas. How could he possibly be punished by heaven?"

Qin Yao remained calm and said indifferently, "Your Prime Minister Qin is protected by gods and Buddhas, but isn't my Lingyin Temple also blessed?"

Changde blurted out, "How can your mere Lingyin Temple compare to Prime Minister Qin?"

"You mean to say that Prime Minister Qin is greater than all Buddhas?" Qin Yao asked.

Changde frowned slightly: "Don't try to twist my words. I'm talking about you monks. You can't compare to Prime Minister Qin. You do nothing and live off the people's support. You're just a bunch of parasites."

Qin Yao laughed and said, "If the monks in the temple are parasites, then wouldn't you be Qin Xiangguo's lackey?"

Changde was furious and waved his hand, saying, "Arrest this monk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers swarmed forward.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a young man who had come to offer incense stepped forward and shouted.

The soldiers stopped instinctively and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a young man with his hair tied up with a red ribbon, wearing a red and white robe, holding a sharp sword, with a solemn expression.

"What are you standing there for? Go!" Changde shouted, his eyes wide with anger.

Seeing the soldiers charge at the monks again, the young man's face turned cold. He drew his sword and charged into the enemy ranks, single-handedly throwing the army into chaos.

Changde's face quickly darkened. He ordered his men to bring him a bow and arrow, drew the arrow, and aimed it at the swordsman's chest.

"Whoosh."

In an instant, the arrow flew out, heading straight for the swordsman. At the same time, Qin Yao slowly raised his palm-leaf fan and gently fanned it, causing the speeding arrow to suddenly change direction and head straight for Changde's face.

Changde was shocked and hurriedly ducked. The arrow struck his helmet with a thud, the entire arrowhead piercing his scalp and embedding itself in the helmet, giving him a fright.

"If they don't stop, I won't hold back."

Just as he was feeling a pang of fear, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Changde raised his hand, took off his helmet, and shouted, "Stop!"

Upon receiving the military order, the soldiers retreated, leaving only a dozen or so of their fallen comrades on the ground. Seeing this, Qin Yao immediately stepped forward and ordered, "Changde, take me to see Prime Minister Qin."

"What do you want to see the Prime Minister for?" Changde asked nervously.

Qin Yao smiled slightly: "The problem lies with him, so of course we should find him to solve it!"

Changde pondered for a moment and said, "I cannot make this decision on my own; I need to consult the Prime Minister first."

"Too much trouble."

Qin Yao waved his sleeve and put away the little white fox. In an instant, he appeared in front of Chang De, lifted him up, and said to the soldiers below, "I'm taking your general to find the Prime Minister first. You all wait here for orders and must not act recklessly."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two flew out of Lingyin Temple and disappeared from everyone's sight...

Guangliang stared in disbelief at the scene. Only now did he finally understand how insightful his master's words, "You are not from the same world," truly were!
As dusk approached, the evening glow was brilliant.

Inside the Qin Prime Minister's residence, in the study.

The black wolf spirit, disguised as a Taoist priest, placed a small bamboo tube in front of Prime Minister Qin and said in a deep voice:
"This is the Water of Manifestation. Once any evil spirit drinks it, it will lose all its demonic energy and turn back into its original form."

When Daoji arrives, find a way to get him to drink it; then he can subdue the demons and monsters; the matter of obstructing the reconstruction of the Great Stele Tower will also be resolved without further obstacles.”

The Prime Minister of Qin took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "If this fails, he won't harm me, will he?"

The black wolf spirit waved his hand and said, "The Prime Minister is a high-ranking official in the court. He is blessed by the national fortune and the divine protection of all the gods and Buddhas. Even if the matter is exposed, he would not dare to do anything to you."

Prime Minister Qin nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I can rest assured."

"Prime Minister..." Suddenly, a humble voice called out from outside the door.

"What is it?" Prime Minister Qin asked in a deep voice.

"General Changde has returned with a monk, saying he has something to discuss with you," the visitor replied.

The black wolf spirit suddenly said, "It must be Daoji! Prime Minister, whether we can eliminate this evil monk and prevent the people in the city from suffering depends entirely on you..."

Not long.

In the living room.

Prime Minister Qin sat upright in the main seat, watching Changde enter side by side with a monk in blue robes, and said in a deep voice, "How should I address you, Master?"

Qin Yao neither bowed nor chanted Buddhist prayers, but said with a smile, "My Buddhist name is Daoji, Dao as in the Great Way, and Ji as in saving the world and helping people."

"Master Daoji, please have a seat," Prime Minister Qin said calmly, gesturing to the guest chair.

"Thank you, Prime Minister." Qin Yao smiled and sat down, then asked, "May I ask, Prime Minister, who told you that the burning of the Lingyin Temple's Great Stele Pavilion was the will of Heaven?"

"No rush," Prime Minister Qin waved his hand and said, "Guests are guests, so we should entertain them first before discussing business."

Having said that, he suddenly shouted, "Someone, bring tea!"

"Yes, Prime Minister."

A response came from outside the door, and a moment later a woman came in carrying two bowls of tea. One bowl was placed on the table next to Prime Minister Qin, and the other on the table next to Qin Yao.

"Master Daoji, you've come from afar, please have some tea," Prime Minister Qin said earnestly, picking up his teacup.

Qin Yao glanced at the teacup beside him. Even with his divine eye, he couldn't see anything amiss, but he still didn't want to drink it carelessly.

From the moment he escaped a day early, the plot began to take a different turn, and after he took control of Bai Ling, this turn diverged further and further from the original story. If they aren't careful, disaster is inevitable!

"Master Daoji, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he was just staring at the teacup without moving, Prime Minister Qin asked seriously.

Qin Yao put his hands together and said loudly, "Amitabha, I'm sorry, this humble monk is allergic to tea and cannot drink it."

Prime Minister Qin frowned slightly: "What do you mean by allergy?"

"But once you drink it, you'll develop pustules all over your body and become seriously ill," Qin Yao said.

"Nonsense." Prime Minister Qin said lightly, "I am a man of considerable experience and knowledge, and I have never heard of such an outcome from drinking tea."

Qin Yao said, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. How can one person observe all the things in the world in just a few decades?"

"How dare you! You clearly don't want to drink, or rather, you don't want to give me face!" Prime Minister Qin shouted.

"As the saying goes, a prime minister's belly can hold a boat. Qin Xiang was the right prime minister, so he should have the capacity to tolerate others. How could he get angry over a bowl of tea?"
"Could it be that there's something in this tea that I can't get out of here unless I drink it?" Qin Yao asked.

Prime Minister Qin: "..."

This wicked monk is indeed not easy to deal with.

But things had already come to this point, and the die was cast. Even if the cow wouldn't eat grass, he could only forcefully press its head down and feed it the grass!
"Daoji, stop talking nonsense. Let me tell you, if you don't give me face today, I will seal off Lingyin Temple tonight."

"Are you threatening me?" Qin Yao asked.

“It’s a warning,” said Prime Minister Qin.

Qin Yao chuckled: "I'm also warning you, if you dare to seal off Lingyin Temple, your family will never have peace again!"

He is not only different from the original character, but also different from most protagonists in fantasy dramas.

Threats were completely ineffective against him. Therefore, he wouldn't compromise his principles for the sake of the Lingyin Temple monks, allowing them to capture and release him at will…

"This is utterly outrageous."

The Prime Minister of Qin was furious. He raised his halberd and pointed it at Qin Yao's face, shouting, "Guards, seize him and give him fifty lashes!"

In an instant, a group of servants carrying boards rushed over and were about to pull Qin Yao's body.

With a thought, Qin Yao sent out runes of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires laws one after another from the dark abyss, crashing down on the heads of the servants.

As the runes shattered, they transformed into streams of light that entered their bodies one after another. All the servants stopped and watched Qin Yao silently.

Qin Yao said, "Go ahead and wake up your prime minister."

In an instant, more than a dozen servants turned around, raised their boards, and struck the Prime Minister of Qin.

The Prime Minister of Qin was so frightened that he quickly got up and dodged, shouting, "Are you all crazy?"

"Stop! Stop!" Changde drew his sword, stepped forward, and shouted at his servants.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The next moment, countless boards pounded down on him, knocking his sword away instantly. He screamed in agony and fled in terror, clutching his head.

"You wicked monk, how dare you lay a hand on me? Aren't you afraid of the nation's destiny and the dragon's aura?" Prime Minister Qin shouted from under his desk.

Qin Yao chuckled and said, "If that national fortune dragon energy dares to protect a fool like you, I'll take care of it too!"

Prime Minister Qin: "..."

"Well said!" Amidst the commotion, a shout of approval suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who speaks so nicely?"

Qin Yao turned around and saw a female ghost in white standing alone outside the main gate, with a look of pleasure on her face.

"This humble girl, Hong Xiuying, pays her respects to the Holy Monk." Seeing him look at her, the female ghost bowed respectfully and said. (End of Chapter)