Master Jingkong took such a thing over and opened it. There was a stack of silver notes inside, which were at least about 300,000 taels. In the past few years, the silver notes he had tried every means to get from Shen Qingci must first pass through him.

In addition to touching Buddhist beads, his hands naturally touched a lot.

A monk who became a monk regarded gold and silver as dirt when he was traveling outside. He also wanted to be a monk who was enlightened, but he was also a mortal. There are so many people and so many places in Xiangjue Temple to maintain, so they have to live a life and have to have a meal, right?

So in the past few years, in addition to his increasingly tender face, there is also a lot of skin that is thicker than year after year. So as long as he glances at it, he will know how many silver notes it is?

And such a stack of silver notes is at least 300,000 taels.

Shen Qingci has always been a fairy tale to Xiangjue Temple. This time, in order to express gratitude, she will naturally offer great gifts. She is a vulgar person, and she always feels that there is nothing in this world, and it will be more practical than silver. Even monks will ask for silver.

Master Jingkong put away the silver notes, "At the end of this year..."

He still wanted to ask about the end of the year. The main hall in Xiangjue Temple will be repaired once a year, and it is also at the end of the year. The annual expenses are also borne by Yipinxiang. I wonder if these 300,000 silver notes also include those?

It’s not that he is greedy, but that although 300,000 is more than 300,000, if the temple is maintained, it is afraid that it is really not enough. If it is not mentioned, it is even those Buddha statues. If it is really a major renovation, it may not be enough for 300,000 taels of silver.

"She said that she would send another batch of silver at the end of the year. If it is not enough, my uncle will just open his mouth."

"Then I would like to thank the two donors."

Master Jingkong clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist seemed to have been replaced with a new string.

"Uncle, have you changed the Buddhist beads again?"

Luo Hengli came here last time, but he didn't wear this string.

"Sent to a donor."

Master Jingkong will not hide it. Anyway, no matter whether it is old or new, as long as it is worn on his wrist, it will definitely be good Buddhist beads.

And he suddenly raised his face and stared at Luo Henglu without blinking.

"Why does my uncle see me like this?"

Luo Henglu can be said to have grown up in front of Master Jingkong. Although he did not meet often, he still knew this uncle a little.

Why did he look at him like this? But what happened?

"Nothing happens."

Master Jingkong gently pulled the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. He sat cross-legged, as if he had entered a state of meditation. His young and tender face seemed to be filled with some compassion.

Luo Henglu stood up, then hugged Xiao Luobai, he bowed to Master Jiangkong, and then left here.

But after he left, Master Jingkong opened his eyes.

"It's time to get back to cause and effect."

No one knew about his sudden ingenious words. When he looked at him, he was sitting there again, with the sound of Fan Xiang around him and the sound of Fan Yin was faint.

Luo Henglu walked down the mountain with Luobai in his arms, and his carriage was also parked there.

"Prince..."

Changqing hurried over and looked at Luo Hengou. Why, didn’t they come here to take Luo Bai this time? Where is Luo Bai?

Luo Henglu removed his sleeves and let Changqing look at the sleeping fox he was holding.

The little fox is small, and it makes his little body look like a pity, and it is also a pity for thinness.

If it weren't for the tug of gray hair on the ear, would it be that there was a long tail that Changqing might not be able to recognize. This thing that looked like a white mouse would be Bald White.

Luobai has been fat for several months, and they have forgotten its thin appearance. The one in their impression is that beautiful little fat ball, and everyone has to touch it when they see it. So Changqing has recognized such a pitiful little appearance for a long time.

It turns out that this is the white one.

"Let's go."

Luo Henglu got on the carriage again, but as soon as he entered the carriage, he saw Niannian lying there. When he saw Luo Henglu, he just raised his head and then fell asleep.

Luo Hengli stretched out his hand and placed it on Nian Nian's head.

Every year, I haven't lost much weight. It has never been a vegetarian. It is most likely that it is self-sufficient in the back mountain. It is so white that it cannot eat raw meat. Therefore, in the temple, it must be vegetarian every day.

So it has not changed every year, but it has become thinner.

It doesn’t matter if you lose weight, as long as you live, you can recover if you lose weight. They will definitely develop the whitening to the same as before.

Changqing drove the carriage and headed towards the Shuo Palace.

Luo Henglu kept closing his eyes on the carriage to rest, but for some reason, he suddenly opened his eyes and then felt that the middle of his eyebrows were locked.

Just now, Master Jingkong looked at his expression and seemed to have a deep meaning.

But he didn't know what it meant, and Master Jingkong did not say it clearly.

But he felt that his uncle was really hiding something from him. As for what it was, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to ask.

If you say it, you will say it on the first side.

If he doesn't say it, he will never say it.

He sighed softly, then lowered his head and pinched his white little ears. She has been thinking about you this month, and even the spices have not been made well.

In the Shuo Palace, Shen Qingci was sitting on a bamboo chair, holding a fan in his hand, slapping it all over the place. In fact, it was not too hot. She just felt that she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't hold anything in her hand.

So Bai Mei asked her to get a fan...

Exhausted.

Anyway, there are many women who like to be fucked. In such weather, it is not too strange to hold a fan. After all, some people are greedy for coolness. If the clothes are thicker, they will naturally feel a little warm. If you fan it without any problem, it will be better to look at it, and it will also make it blow some wind.

But in the middle of winter, those who hold fans are definitely smoking the wind.

"lady."

Bai Mei's voice also sounded behind Shen Qingci.

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

Shen Qingci opened his eyes and then gently slapped it with a fan. The wind fell on her face and could really feel a kind of coolness, a kind of coolness that can make people's ears and eyes bright, and a kind of coolness that can also make people sober.

"Madam, how many pears in the yard have fallen, do you want to take a look?"
Chapter completed!