The Empress Dowager

Chapter 466 Problems

Nangong Yue leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to meditate. She always felt that it was strange that a secret passage suddenly appeared here, and it was newly dug here, so it was even more strange.

"Why hasn't Master Master come yet?" A young monk asked.

"It'll be here in a while! I guess we'll be asked to count the sesame oil money again." Another young monk yawned lazily, and said, "Why does the uncle always look for us? It's really really late at night." sleepy."

"Stop talking, Master Uncle is here." The little monk reminded.

"Here we are, just in time to help your brother." The old monk said

"Uncle Master..." The two young monks called out, and quickly walked two steps to help them carry the box.

The box was so heavy that it was difficult for the two young monks to carry it.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Yue heard some, some sounds of picking up money.

"Misplaced it! The 500 taels of silver bills are placed in this box."

A familiar voice came, and Nangong Yue suddenly opened her eyes. Isn't this voice the voice of the little monk who lied to her?

She thought that the man wanted to harm her, at least he wanted to find someone outside, but what she didn't expect was that the man actually found the monk in this temple, so he was so confident?

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother." The little monk took out the 500 taels silver note and put it back in the small box beside it.

"How many times have I said this, why are you so ignorant? If the master gets angry, you can't even become a monk."

"I won't do it next time, senior brother." The little monk said while carefully arranging the sesame oil money.

"Okay, Yincheng, don't talk about Miaokong, don't you do the same?" said the old monk.

"Master, when did the little monk live like that?" Yin Cheng said.

The corner of Nangong Yue's mouth raised a sneer, it turned out that the young monk was called Yin Cheng.

The four of them sorted out the sesame oil money. After a while, the old monk looked at the sesame oil money in the box and smiled. This sesame oil money is really a lot!
A bunch of idiots!All the money in his hand is thrown into the temple, tsk, isn't the sesame oil money in his hands in the end?
"Okay, let's stop here today! Miaokong and Miaoren, you go back!" The old monk waved his hand and told the two young monks who came before to go back.

"Yes, Uncle Master." The two young monks agreed and retreated.

The rest are the old monk and the young monk named Yincheng.

"Master, these sesame oil money..." Yin Cheng said.

"It's still the same as before. Let's put away the more and put the less there." The old monk said.

"Master, is there too much this time? After all, this Biluo Temple is famous far and wide, and there are many pilgrims. If someone finds out, we will..." Yin Cheng whispered, looking at the sesame oil money in the box.

"Yincheng, you're a little timid. You see, we've been like this for the past few years. Didn't Zhiyuan, that old bald donkey, not notice it?"

The old monk greedily looked at the sesame oil money in the box, and said: "It's printed! I'll go down the mountain tomorrow and buy some good meat for the master."

"Yes, master." Yincheng said, and put away the sesame oil money in the big box.

"Master, won't Miaokong and Miaoren tell us about us?" Yincheng asked.

The old monk waved his hand: "Those two idiots, if it weren't for the old monk, would they be here today? Besides, they don't even know what we are doing?"

The old monk said, smiled, took out a silver ingot from the small box and handed it to Yin Cheng: "Here, here is your reward."

Yin Cheng took the silver and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, he quickly thanked him and said, "Thank you, master."

(End of this chapter)