Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 238: The wealthy gentleman’s money is returned in full (please recommend a monthly ticket for collection)

in the Zen room.

The master and disciples ate the vegetarian dishes that Huiren had asked the young monks under him to serve.

Sun Xingzhe couldn't help but said: "Master, we have been hanging around for so long, when have we ever paid for accommodation?"

"Are we just going to swallow this?"

"In my opinion, there is nothing good in Zhenhai Chanlin Temple!"

“It’s all about extorting people’s hard-earned money.”

Zhu Bajie also had a dissatisfied look on his face: "That is, you took our two ingots of gold and arranged this little thing for us and sent us off as beggars?"

Although for the master and apprentice, this little money is just a drop in the bucket, but they are used to doing things without spending money, and they always feel uncomfortable paying for things at random.

The most important thing is that the money was spent on the temple!

Tang Sanzian smiled slightly: "Don't be anxious, let the gold fly for a while."

Seeing the master's confident look, the disciples immediately smiled knowingly.

Several people finished their dinner quickly, and when the sky gradually darkened, Tang Sanzong gently blew out the candles in the Zen room.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a good time to kill!"

The four masters and disciples quietly walked out of the Zen room and went straight to the residence where Fang Huiren presided over.

……

now.

In the Zen room where Huiren was presiding, the lamas and monks who had previously prayed for the people in the main hall gathered together, each holding a merit box in their hands and looking at Huiren with expectant faces.

"Old rules, start counting your merit income, and the commission for the top three will be increased by [-]%!"

After the words fell, the lamas below quickly opened the merit box.

The white money suddenly scattered on the ground, reflecting countless pairs of greedy eyes.

When faced with money, these lamas no longer look like the monks they were when facing the people. They all look like gamblers with crazy expressions on their faces.

"Host, today I earn 50 taels!"

"I'm 80 taels!"

"Hey, I only have 30 taels today, these poor guys!"

"Hey, hey, host, I earned a total of 100 taels today!"

A monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks screamed excitedly after counting the coins in his merit box.

Host Huiren nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Zhizhen performed well today. The commission plus 20% will make a total of [-] taels!"

"Thank you for hosting!"

Monk Zhizhen carefully took out 20 taels of silver from the pile of silver in front of him and put it into his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining lamas and monks also discussed their merits and rewarded them one by one, and then withdrew with satisfaction.

There were only two monks left in the Zen room: Master Huiren and two monks: Yuantong and Yuanzhen.

"Master, let's do it?"

Sun Xingzhe rubbed his wrist, and when he was about to go in, Tang Sanzhen grabbed his wrist.

"Don't worry, let the money fly for a while."

???

Master Huiren in the Zen room took a deep breath, and then turned a vase on the bedside.

I saw the bed moving slowly, and a secret passage appeared underneath.

The lights flickered in the passage, and I didn't know where it was leading.

"Master really has a perfect plan!" Zhu Bajie complimented.

Two monks, Yuantong and Yuanzhen, gathered together all the money in the Zen room, put it into a sack, and carried it into the passage.

Host Huiren walked at the end and glanced warily out the window to make sure there was nothing wrong before closing the secret passage. "Little monkey, cast a spell to see what's going on inside this secret passage."

Sun Xingzhe nodded, pulled out a piece of hair and threw it along the secret passage.

A wave of water appeared in front of the master and disciples.

What is presented is the scene inside the secret passage.

This secret passage was dug very deep. After the three of them walked for almost half an hour, the passage suddenly opened up and turned into an underground palace.

"Host Huiren, why are you here so late today?"

A bold voice sounded, and an old man walked out from the other side of the passage, followed by a dozen guards armed with swords and guns.

This person was none other than the old man Wu who the Tang San Burial and others met at Zhenhai Zenlin Temple during the day, who came with a dozen people to cut off some incense money.

It's just that at this moment, he has completely changed his appearance, wearing a suit of valuable silk and satin, which is very different from the image of the poor old man during the day!
Seeing this person, host Huiren smiled and said: "Executive member Wu, I am late today because I have prepared a surprise for you!"

The displeasure on Wu Yuanwai's face flashed away, and then he walked up to the host Huiren with a smile.

"Since the host said it was a surprise, I guess he won't disappoint me!"

"That's natural."

Host Huiren waved his hand behind him, and two monks, Yuantong and Yuanzhen, placed the two sacks on the ground.

"Wu Yuanwai will check today's income first."

Several people behind Wu Yuanwai immediately stepped forward to open the sack, counted the amount of silver, and nodded towards him.

"Hahaha, Huiren's reputation as host is naturally guaranteed."

"This is much faster than my landlord making money from doing business, isn't it?" Wu Yuanwai burst out laughing.

"This is natural. Our aim is to divide the money of the unruly people into [-]-[-] accounts, and to return the money of the wealthy gentry in full!"

Host Huiren's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and then he said: "But the unscrupulous people in the surrounding villages have basically been squeezed out."

"It's time to open up people in other places."

"We still follow the old rules. Wu Yuanwai will send people to plunder the village. Then we will arrange for a few people to go in and promote the wonders of our Zhenhai Zenlin Temple, and guide them to come here to burn incense and worship Buddha for peace."

Wu Yuanwai's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a stern tone: "President Huiren, do you know that other places are not my territory?"

"If you rashly break into someone else's place, who will bear the damage?"

Host Huiren calmly took out a piece of gold from his pocket and placed it in front of Wu Yuanwai.

Under the illumination of the fire, the shining light of gold was instantly reflected on the faces of Wu Yuanwai and everyone in the cave.

Wu Yuanwai's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.

"I wonder if Yuanwai Wu thinks this ingot of gold can make up for the loss?"

Host Huiren squinted his eyes, as if he had caught Member Wu in front of him.

"Host, this gold is..."

Wu Yuanwai swallowed and looked at Host Huiren in disbelief.

Although he, Yuanwai Wu, is already a well-known landlord and wealthy man from all over the country.

But this place is located in a remote place after all, and what the common people use is basically scraps of silver. Even Yuan Wu himself would not be so extravagant as to use gold for his daily consumption.

Especially such a large ingot of gold is very rare here!

Host Huiren puffed up his chest and then said, "This is the surprise I prepared for Mr. Wu!"

"Today, several monks from the Tang Dynasty came to my Zhenhai Chanlin Temple. Not only did they bring their wives with them, they were also extremely generous."

"They just took out a piece of gold like this. I have a hunch that they must have a lot of it with them."

At this point, Host Huiren's face showed a fierce look, and he made a fierce gesture of wiping his neck.

"When can we make a lot of money just by collecting incense money?"

"As long as we kill these monks from the Tang Dynasty without anyone noticing, their money will be our money. Wouldn't it be great?"

(End of this chapter)