The whole family is obsessed with love? The princess woke them up one after another.

The abbot dared not speak.

"Although you are greedy, you are not utterly wicked." Qi Zhiyu gestured for the abbot to stand up.

"From now on, all the donations to this temple will be mine."

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The abbot nervously swallowed. What could he do when someone had his weakness in their hands?

He shakily got up from the ground, and then heard Qi Zhiyu ask, "You're quite knowledgeable about Buddhism?"

The abbot forced a bitter smile that was more like a grimace: "Yes."

If he wasn't well-versed in Buddhism, how could he have discussed it with court officials?

"It's normal for people to have emotions and desires. You want to make more money and have a family, that's only natural, I can understand." Qi Zhiyu's words were absolutely sincere.

Because what she said was so normal, the abbot found it unbelievable.

"At least you haven't used your physical body as a living Buddha, nor have you found anyone to cooperate in demonstrating the boundless power of Buddhism through retribution." Qi Zhiyu smiled gently. "Therefore, you can live."

The abbot, who had just stood up, suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "This old monk has never done anything so heartless."

"I know." Qi Zhiyu waved her hand at him. "Get up, you don't need to kneel anymore."

"You were so tough just now, why are your knees so weak now?"

The abbot struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the ground.

Why are my knees so weak?

I was scared by her!

She...she can talk about living Buddhas in the flesh and retribution so casually...is this person...is she even human?

"Alright, I'll give you three days to sort out the accounts and finances," Qi Zhiyu said.

"I will have someone come and hand over the reins to you then."

"Also, I'll give you a recipe."

The abbot looked at Qi Zhiyu with a puzzled expression.

"The raw materials you're using to make incense are too expensive," Qi Zhiyu said. "If you want to make money, you need to reduce costs."

"The formula I give you can reduce your costs by 70%."

The abbot was so surprised that his mouth was slightly agape. The cost was so low?

"Moreover, the fragrance made with my recipe is even more delicate," Qi Zhiyu said casually.

"And also, prepare your vegetarian meal properly!" Qi Zhiyu shouted angrily.

"If even the tea is so poorly made, aren't you just blatantly rigging your business?"

"It's not enough to just use something that has been offered before the Buddha as a gimmick."

"Since it has been offered as a sacrifice, the taste should naturally be different."

As Qi Zhiyu spoke, she took out several sheets of paper: "We've divided them into different grades and sold them at different prices."

"Also, regular tea and the like are provided free of charge to the people."

"Make money directly from those wealthy and powerful families!"

"You want to profit from the meager earnings of ordinary people? Not only are you wasting their time, but you're also making their already difficult lives even worse!"

"From now on, when ordinary people come to the temple, the temple will give them incense for free."

"Of course, incense also comes in different grades."

"Once the reputation is established, will wealthy families be reluctant to spend money on it?"

After Qi Zhiyu finished speaking, the abbot was completely stunned.

Who is he?

Where is he?

What happened?

He thought he was already good at making money, but he never expected that compared to the princess...

Pooh!

What right does he have to compare himself to a princess?

Does he deserve it?

"You need to make the people who spend the money feel that their money is well spent. Do you understand?" Qi Zhiyu asked.

The abbot nodded repeatedly, smiling obsequiously, "I will obey the princess's orders."

"Mm." Qi Zhiyu nodded slightly, telling him to put the prescription away.

The abbot glanced at the prescription in his hand, then nervously put it away.

Such a prescription was given to him so casually. Is it because the princess is so carefree?

Do not!

This is because the princess was certain that he would be dead before he could reveal the secret.

Qi Zhiyu spoke with the abbot about the future management of the temple.

The abbot listened very attentively, realizing that his previous methods of making money were far too simplistic and crude.

"Since you have real skills and are proficient in Buddhism, make good use of them," Qi Zhiyu said.

"We must elevate the temple's status so that wealthy and powerful families can truly feel their uniqueness, and only then will they be willing to pay for this emotional value."

The abbot bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Princess."

"I wouldn't call it giving pointers, just make money for me in the future," Qi Zhiyu said. "If you do a good job, I'll naturally treat you well."

"Yes, yes..." the abbot replied repeatedly.

"Princess, this humble monk will get you a fresh cup of hot tea."

"Okay, go ahead." Qi Zhiyu knew she had other things to do outside later.

She needed to moisten her throat before she could go into battle.

There was no one else in the room. Qi Zhiyu chuckled, "Curious about what I just talked to the abbot?"

The young maidservant was surprised that the princess noticed her reaction: "Princess, what kind of retribution did that living Buddha receive?"

"Why didn't they do that? Does that mean the abbot isn't utterly wicked?"

"Do you know about passing away peacefully?" Qi Zhiyu asked.

The maid nodded repeatedly: "I know, it is said that some highly accomplished monks pass away peacefully."

Qi Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh: "You think passing away is that simple?"

In her original world, that would be normal.

Once you cultivate to a certain level, you are no longer human.

"When a person dies, they lose their support and naturally fall over," Qi Zhiyu said slowly.

"But some people pass away while sitting upright as if they were still alive. This phenomenon is extremely rare... and most of the time, those who can sit upright and pass away do so with the help of others."

The young maid blinked twice: "Ah! It can even help one pass away peacefully? Can it help one attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven?"

Qi Zhiyu laughed: "Whether it's attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven, I don't know. But I do know that those who pass away peacefully are usually not doing so voluntarily."

"After all, it's not a pleasant way for a living person to die, sitting on an iron bar that goes straight through from the bottom to the top of their head."

The maidservant turned green with fright: "An iron... an iron rod?"

"Otherwise what?" Qi Zhiyu chuckled. "A dead person, limp and lifeless, with nothing supporting them, why doesn't their head droop?"

"Oh, of course, there are also those who, before they die, take special substances for a long time to reduce body fat and water, causing their muscles to gradually stiffen. Then they can maintain a sitting posture, which is also possible."

"This kind takes longer."

The maid covered her mouth, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.

"As for the so-called manifestation, it's just that someone is publicly insulting the gods, and then that person dies suddenly the next day. Doesn't that make the gods manifest and suffer retribution?" Qi Zhiyu's words puzzled the little maid.

"Was that...was that really retribution?"

When the maid asked a question, Qi Zhiyu casually replied, "It's just about finding a greedy person to cooperate with."

"Kill that person when they are completely unaware."

"Then, the gods will clearly be effective, and we won't have to pay the dead any reward. Wouldn't that be a great deal?"

"So, at least the abbot of this temple isn't that disgusting."

She still has principles when it comes to hiring people.