Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

After the robe was spread out, the tabletop looked rather shabby.

The gold thread is gold thread.

The color is dark.

The merit lines also have breaks.

Lin Xi reached out and poked the corner of the kasaya.

The patch was gently lifted, revealing the rough stitching inside.

She looked up at Manjushri.

"Do you Western religious menders use such minimal materials for clothing?"

Manjushri's face froze.

"This is rustic."

The lie detector jade ruler has turned red.

Lin Ze calmly kept the accounts.

"False advertising."

Manjushri's vision went black.

He didn't want to say another word.

Every word spoken will result in a penalty.

This is even more unbearable than fighting a sage.

Lin Ze took out a small jade seal and stamped it on the inspection form next to the kasaya.

"Preliminary judgment from Dalian Commercial Group's quality inspection department."

"A counterfeit version of the brocade robe."

"Its defensive capabilities are less than 10% of the genuine product."

"Three undeclared causal secrets were found hidden inside."

"The outer merit pattern is suspected of being fake gold plating."

"It is recommended that the product be removed from shelves for rectification."

Manjushri couldn't help but open his eyes.

"This is not a counterfeit."

Lin Ze glanced at him.

"The genuine product is in my home."

Manjushri became mute.

The genuine product is indeed in the Pangu Temple.

The Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's top-grade acquired merit spiritual treasure, the Brocade Kasaya, was gone in a single swipe by Lin Huang.

They can't get it back.

This one is just an old item that was dug out of the warehouse.

Lin Xi looked serious.

"Bro, did someone use the genuine product as a cushion?"

Lin Ze thought for a moment.

"Lin Yan said it smells bad."

"Temporarily sealed in the toy warehouse pending purification."

Manjushri felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The treasures of the Western religion were even considered smelly when they arrived at the Pangu Temple.

Lin Ze picked up the nine-ringed tin staff again.

He first measured the length with a jade ruler for detecting lies, and then pricked the staff with a jade needle for testing.

As soon as the jade needle pierced through, the surface of the tin staff flashed with golden light.

Extremely faint Sanskrit chants emanated from within.

The Sanskrit chants attempted to spread outwards.

Lin Xi's face turned cold, and the precious gold coin slapped against it.

The chanting stopped abruptly.

The nine rings on the nine-ringed staff trembled all at once.

Manjushri's heart trembled.

That was the causal sound of Cundi-liu.

Originally, as long as Jiang Liuer picked up the staff, the Buddhist chant would penetrate deep into his life palace.

They will not be converted immediately.

It will only plant the seed of a "seeking enlightenment" mentality.

But now, before that thought could even leave the house, it was extinguished by Lin Xi's single copper coin.

Lin Ze used a jade needle to remove a thin, dark gold thread.

The thin thread still wanted to escape.

He crushed the roll of treasure coins into a pile of ashes.

Lin Xi said disdainfully, "There's another back door."

Lin Ze nodded.

"A nine-ringed tin staff, hollow and gilded."

"Hidden spiritual guidance in Sanskrit chants."

"No risks were noted."

"Suspected of subconscious proselytizing against minors."

"The material is not strong enough and is prone to breakage and injury."

Manjushri gritted his teeth.

"This staff is a Buddhist tradition."

Lin Ze tapped the cane.

dong dong.

The hollow sound was very obvious.

Several city management officers nearby laughed when they heard this.

Manjushri shut his mouth.

Don't say anything.

I'm really not going to say anything more.

Lin Xi slammed the precious gold coin onto the table.

"Confiscated."

The two Buddhist implements completely lost their radiance.

The last trace of connection within Manjushri's body was also severed.

From the direction of Mount Sumeru, a very faint causal vibration came.

Manjushri knew that Cundi had already noticed.

But he is now in a precarious situation himself.

Lin Ze spread out the ticket.

"Two items were involved in the case."

"Smuggling Buddhist implements will be punished with a fine of 100,000."

"Passing off inferior goods as superior ones will result in a fine of 30,000 yuan."

"Illegal causal binding will be fined 200,000 yuan."

"The target is a Class A protected child of Dashang, and the fine is 500,000."

"Two false identity declarations will result in a fine of two thousand."

"A bald head reflecting light disrupts the order of the toll station; a fine of one thousand yuan will be imposed."

Lin Xi added.

"He scared me just now."

Lin Ze didn't even look up.

"A fine of 10,000 yuan will be imposed for causing emotional distress to a child."

Manjushri finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"When did this humble monk scare you?"

Lin Xi opened her eyes wide.

"You have a bitter appearance."

The lie detector jade ruler didn't light up.

Lin Ze glanced at the jade ruler.

"Objective facts."

Manjushri almost vomited blood.

Lin Ze continued calculating.

"A total of 843,000 top-grade immortal stones."

"Given the extremely poor credit of Western religions, prepayment is required."

Manjushri felt a chill in his heart.

"This humble monk does not have that many."

Lin Ze looked at him.

"Then let's mortgage it."

After a moment of silence, Manjushri could only untie the tattered storage bag at his waist.

There weren't many things in the storage bag.

A few broken prayer beads.

Three bottles of healing pills.

Two pieces of Geng metal fragments.

There are also some scattered spirit stones.

Lin Xi swept the Treasure-Falling Coin, and everything flew out.

She looked at the pile of junk with a disappointed expression.

"Does Western religions not pay salaries?"

Manjushri felt a tightness in his chest.

That statement hit the nail on the head.

Lin Ze quickly provided an estimate.

"Damaged Buddhist prayer beads, 800."

"The healing pills are not potent enough; three bottles cost one thousand."

"Geng metal fragments, two thousand."

"The total number of spirit stones is seven thousand three hundred."

"The storage bag was damaged, so a cleaning fee of 500 will be deducted."

Manjushri was completely numb.

He was, after all, a bodhisattva.

His entire fortune was valued at this price.

Lin Xi picked up another Buddhist rosary.

"Brother, this bead has a crack."

Lin Ze lowered his head and changed the numbers.

"Damaged Buddhist prayer beads, 500."

Manjushri almost lunged at him.

Can this still be changed?

Lin Ze closed the ledger.

"Actual payment: 9,800."

"833,200 remain."

Manjushri said in a low voice, "This humble monk can go back and raise the funds."

Lin Xi smiled.

"Can."

Manjushri breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Ze has already produced the IOU.

"Nine out, fifteen back."

"Let's say 90% of the proceeds are received."

"The return will be calculated at 150%."

"Overdue payments will be doubled."

"Malicious default on debts will result in the demolition of Mount Sumeru to settle the debt."

Manjushri's fingers felt cold.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight originally drew a divination slip that indicated nine departures and thirteen returns.

Why has it gone up now?

Lin Ze explained very seriously.

"Your Western religions have recently experienced a decline in credit ratings."

"The Eight Treasures Merit Pool has been demolished, and the amount of collateral has decreased."

"Risk premium increased."

Manjushri had only one thought left in his mind.

Western religions have truly been thoroughly studied.

He won't leave today if he doesn't sign.

If I sign it, I'm sure I'll get a lot of flak from him when I get back.

Even if she didn't sign, the Treasure Coin in Lin Xi's hand kept spinning.

The city management officers next to them had already brought over a black iron chain.

Looking at the black iron chains, Manjushri recalled the tragic state of Zhunti's incarnation when he was imprisoned, and the last bit of his resolve vanished completely.

"This humble monk's fortune slip."

Lin Xi immediately handed over the cinnabar.

Manjushri pressed down his hand seal.

The IOU flashed with golden light and automatically bore the mark of a great merchant.

If you default on your debt, you will be pursued by the forces of humanity.

Manjushri felt bitter inside.

They brought Buddhist implements to embody the principles of cause and effect.

He left carrying debts that bound him to himself.

This trip has been so costly, it's making my bones ache.

Lin Ze carefully put away the IOU, then looked at the confiscated nine-ringed tin staff.

"Evidence processing".

Manjushri suddenly looked up.

"Isn't this detention?"

Lin Ze said, "The tests confirm that there is no value in repairing it."

"It will be handled as a case of illegally smuggling unregistered Buddhist artifacts."

"Join the Dashang Recycling System."

Manjushri's scalp tingled.

"That's a ritual implement passed down through Buddhist tradition!"

Lin Xi shook the precious gold coin.

"It was already confiscated."

Lin Ze waved.

The manager of Dashang Recycling Station immediately ran out.

The shopkeeper was a burly human man who held an iron hammer in his hand and had a scale hanging from his waist.

"Young Master Lin, what would you like to receive?"

Lin Ze handed over the nine-ringed tin staff.

"Hollow, gilded, useless staff."

"Buy it at the price of scrap metal."

The shopkeeper took the tin staff and bit it with his teeth.

"Gold-plated on the outside, thin iron on the inside."

"The ring can be removed to ring a bell."

"The whole thing is worth twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones."

Lin Xi frowned.

"So cheap?"

The innkeeper said honestly, "Little princess, this stuff is fuzzy."

"It's not even sturdy enough to use as a hoe."

Manjushri's mind went blank.

Twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones.

These words pierced his heart like a knife.

The nine-ringed staff that Zhunti personally handed to him was sold as scrap metal.

Lin Ze nodded.

"Enter the tent."

The shopkeeper immediately threw the tin staff into the recycling bin.

With a loud clang.

The nine-ringed tin staff collided with a pile of broken kitchen knives, broken hoes, and scraps of pots.

Manjushri swayed slightly.

The hidden threads of karma within Buddhism have been completely severed.

From the direction of Mount Sumeru, a suppressed anger emanated from the heavens, only to be blocked outside the tollbooth by the Great Merchant's Golden Seal.

Lin Ze looked at the remaining cassock.

"What about the monk's robe?"

Lin Xi thought for a moment.

"To be Lin Xia's cloud-shaped foot towel?"

Lin Ze shook his head.

"If there is any lingering causal residue, send it to the purification warehouse first."

"If it can't be washed clean, tear it into strips and use it as warning flags at toll booths."

Manjushri felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He forced himself to endure it.

You must not vomit blood.

Spitting here might result in a fine for polluting the road.

Lin Ze closed the ledger.

"Manjushri Bodhisattva".

Manjushri froze.

Her identity was still revealed.

Lin Ze said calmly, "No need to pretend."

"From the moment you entered the tollbooth, Tianyancha (a business information platform) had already identified you."

Manjushri's face turned deathly pale.

"Then why...?"

Lin Xi smiled sweetly.

"Pretending not to know will result in a hefty fine."

Manjushri had absolutely no desire to speak.

Lin Ze handed him a ticket covered in red stamps.

"Take it back."

"Tell Zhunti to pay the first installment within three days."

"In addition, Jiang Liuer is a Class A protected child of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"If you send over any more substandard Buddhist items, next time it won't just be a fine."

Manjushri received the ticket, looking completely drained.

He turned to leave.

Lin Xi suddenly called out to him.

"etc."

Manjushri's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Xi pointed to his straw sandals.

"I damaged the road surface when I entered the country, and I didn't clean the mud off my shoes."

Lin Ze lowered his head to fix the accounts.

"Road cleaning fee, three hundred."

Manjushri closed his eyes and took out three hundred top-grade spirit stones from his remaining sleeve pocket.

After paying, he left without looking back.

Behind the tollbooth, Lin Xi watched his retreating figure and waved her little hand.

"Welcome to visit again next time."

Manjushri stumbled and almost fell into the roadside ditch.

At the same time.

In the backyard of Pangu Palace, Lin Xuan leaned back on a soft couch, finished looking at the water mirror, and smiled comfortably.

Su Daji sat to the side calculating the profits.

Our Lady of Wudang has filed the new IOU.

Lin Xuan picked up the spirit juice.

"The Buddhist implements didn't even reach the child's hands before the bills were recorded in my family's account book."

"This time, Zhunti should be able to come up with some new ways to get angry."

On the other side of the water mirror, inside the dilapidated palace on Mount Sumeru, Zhunti suddenly clutched his chest.

The moment he sensed the tin staff being thrown into the scrap metal basket, the dark gold holy blood rushed to his throat.