The three-book temple treasures lost two books, and the abbot's heartache was almost broken, but he found that Yibenshu's eyes never left the third book temple treasures.

At this moment, the abbot finally understood Hamlet's feelings. Whether to give or not is a question.

If you give it, it must be the meat bun and the yobenzo is cooked, and there will be no return!

Don't give it? Wouldn't the two books I gave were wasted?

Yibenshu didn't expect the abbot to react so much. He was startled by the other party's screams, but instead became even more curious about the content of the last book.

He looked left and saw it in a real way. He quickly understood the abbot's reaction and reason, and couldn't help but add a sentence next to it: "Abbot, let uncle see it. At worst, after he finished reading it, would you ask him to copy these three scriptures to you?"

"Can...can...can...can...can this be like this?"

The abbot stammered and asked a question, and his heart was full of expectations. If he could really copy the scriptures once... let alone copying three copies... Even if he copied one copy today, he would make a big profit!

Yi Ersan keenly felt something was wrong with the abbot, and then exchanged gazes with Yi Bonshu and immediately received a look from his father, "I'm not convenient for me to come forward, it's better for you to be an agent at this time."

"Abbot, this is not bad either." Yi Ersan coughed and attracted the attention of the abbot, "But you also know that my father and I are in the world, and there is a fee for working for others."

Charging? The abbot's nervous heart relaxed at this moment. Although large enterprises such as the Internet look very rich in this world, it is because a group of Buddhist temples came to list. Otherwise, the cash flow of Buddhists would definitely make countless companies kneel down and call them dads. Even the horse fathers in the world may not be as rich as Buddhists in pure cash.

Moreover, the abbot felt that he would not touch money normally. Compared to Ma's father, he was the one who was really not interested in money.

"How much?" The abbot didn't care about the smell of worldly odor. As long as he could get the hand-made Buddhist scriptures left by Yibenshu, even if there were large temples like Shaolin and Wutai Mountain, Lingyin Temple, he had to look up at Zhanshan Temple.

Yi Ersan pondered for a moment and felt that Buddhism was still an institution with very good performance. My father was not a fraud this time. He really made money with his ability. So he wanted one million? But is it a little less than one million? This thing seems very important to the temple.

Although Yi Ersan has been in the world for many years and is good at observing words and expressions, his business is generally small. He has met many big people these days, but he just doesn't know how to make a price on such a business with relatively high unit prices.

"Abbot, what we sixth young master mean is just counting..." Song Dongyang saw Yi Ersan's shortcomings, slowly raised a finger next to him, and shook it gently for a few minutes.

How much is this? The abbot is a little confused. Ten thousand? One million? Ten million? If I say one hundred million... there is really not so much money in the temple for the time being... it is mainly because it has been handed over.

The abbot thought for a while and decided to report the price and leave the person, rather than reporting the price, it is better to report more insurance!

"Ten million?" the abbot asked carefully.

Song Dongyang instantly understood the minimum price in the abbot's mind, that is, the other party could bear it for tens of millions, but there was no chance for more than 100 millions. Thinking about it, it was... Although a temple has money and an annual income of 100 million is not impossible, it is afraid it will still have to pay it over and so on.

"Abbot, I shook my fingers three times." Song Dongyang said as he hit the snake and rod, "Three times! You didn't see clearly just now."

Thirty million? The abbot instantly realized that he had made the other party get the trump card because of the offer of 10 million! He was also upset, beware of all the things he wanted! He was just guarding against Yi Ersan, the father and son, but he didn't expect that there was such a dog-headed military advisor beside them!

Obviously! At this time, someone touched the trump card. If it doesn't work, I'm afraid I'll be beaten.

"Okay!" The abbot knew that this decision was probably to be investigated by the superiors because the funds were too big! But it was still worth buying a treasure of the temple for 30 million yuan!

With the great changes in the world, if the monks want to fight for more in the great changes in the world, they still have to pay some of their efforts.

"Donor Yi, what is your bank account?" The abbot was afraid that Yi Ben Shu would continue to raise the price, "I will send you money immediately."

"It's better to get a hiring contract." Song Dongyang said, "Otherwise, if you look back, you won't be able to explain the amount of money at the Sixth Master's family, and you will definitely be recovered."

Although the abbot had never considered the issue of recovery, he did not expect Song Dongyang to think so carefully and couldn't help but complain: "It's a pity that my friend doesn't go to do business."

"The master has a good eye. My family is just a businessman." Song Dongyang continued, "The Liuzi family has no business, so I won't issue tax invoices for you. Our contract can only be regarded as a labor contract."

The abbot had already left the room to call someone to make a contract. Yi Ersan couldn't help but praise Song Dongyang with a thumbs up: "You dare to speak, I almost got it for one million. Now I've earned 30 million in vain..."

"Not that much, only more than 10 million..." Song Dongyang stopped Yi Ersan and said, "Your amount is large, so paying taxes should be 45% of the income..."

"How many?" Yi Ersan couldn't help but scream.

"Forty-five percent of the tax is about 10 million..." Song Dongyang frowned and thoughtfully, "As for the specific amount, I will tell you in the future."

More than 10 million taxes... Yi Ersan felt that he was stabbed more than 10 million in an instant. It was only more than 30 million just now, but in a blink of an eye, there were only more than 10,000 left... Although more than 10 million is also a huge income, it only lost more than 10 million.

"Didn't you say there is any reasonable tax avoidance?" asked Yibenshu.

"All reasonable tax avoidance is actually tax evasion." Song Dongyang said, "If you can't catch it, you are called reasonable tax evasion. If you catch it, you will still be tax evasion."

"It's okay, Dad..." Yi Ersan gradually came back to his senses and said, "Let's go to Shaolin and the famous temples in Wutai Mountain to pay taxes? Go to a few more temples to beg for alms and you can earn it back."

Zuo Leye planned to turn around and persuade Yi Ersan to do something like wool, just do it once and half a time to spend it. If you really sweep it over like this... that's not going to beg for alms! That's going to slap in the face! Even if Buddhism finally makes a profit by taking your handwritten scriptures, it won't remember you afterwards, and may even hold a grudge against you.

Buddhism talks about the four elements, but if the four elements are empty, they would have become Buddhas and Bodhisattvas one by one! Where can they be a group of mortals with naked eyes? They are just much better than ordinary people's state of mind, but they are just much better. They are not cutting off their joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness, but just burying them deeper in their hearts.

But whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, joy, grudges, love and hatred, they are like seeds buried deep under the earth. If you are nourished by any emotional rain one day, no matter how deep they are, there will always be a day when you break through the ground.

"Yes, just go to a few more temples." Yi Benshu said obviously even more old, "But let's talk about Wutai Mountain and other things back. It's too famous. We have to find something similar to Zhanshan Temple, that is, the kind that is not so strong that we can't bear the consequences."

"It makes sense!" Yi Ersan turned his head and looked at Song Dongyang and said, "Old Song, are you going to check it? Your analysis in this regard should be more accurate than us."

"Don't worry!" Song Dongyang patted his chest and said, "This matter is for me. Not only do I need to know the goods, but I also have to find a very rich temple."

The abbot came back after getting the contract. When he heard Song Dongyang's words, the contract in his hand was almost frightened to the ground. Do these people have a grudge against the monks? Why do they always think about causing trouble to our place of cultivation?

Yibenshu had to sign the contract when he got the contract, but was stopped by Song Dongyang. He looked at the contract seriously and picked out many terms that he thought were suspected of being cheating. He asked the abbot to modify it before he allowed the name to be signed on it.

"Give me paper and pen." Yibenshu sat on the futon that only the abbot could sit upright on weekdays, looking like he was ready to work.

"Don't be anxious first." The abbot stopped him, "It's not too late to finish the Great Hall before writing."

Yi Ersan instantly understood the abbot's thoughts. The other party felt that he had paid anyway and had been tortured in front of him. So why not just do the third level? Make progress again! Then isn't the Buddhist scriptures written better?

The abbot did have those ideas of Yi Ersan, but also had a layer that Yi Ersan didn't expect, that was, the abbot was a bit like a broken can. Anyway, it was like this... Then let's finish it! How bad can it be? It wouldn't be that the Main Palace collapsed just one stop for him?

No! It must not be! The abbot secretly blamed himself for his casual meditation. Nowadays, things like poisonous milk are inevitable! If they really fall apart, the fun will be really great.

"The pilgrims in the temple have been invited out for the time being." The abbot said to Yibenshu, "Please also ask the donor to move to the Main Hall."

Yi Ersan and Song Dongyang couldn't help but look at each other. They didn't get any experience when they read the scriptures before. This time, the Main Palace can always get any experience, right?

Yi Benshu was not polite, and soon came outside the gate of Main Hall.

The huge golden Buddha sat upright in the hall, exuding a kind of supreme pressure.

While Yi Bensu stepped into the hall, Yi Ersan and Song Dongyang were already sitting cross-legged. The various prayers that had been wandering in the hall for countless years began to rush towards Yi Bensu, which was emitting endless Buddha energy.

Is this? Yibenshu was stunned for a moment and understood what was going on. The beating of the heart of the fourth fruit arhat made him instinctively know that these prayers would not affect the power of cause and effect, so he did not choose the power to resist. He just recited the scriptures quietly, and Buddhist scriptures turned into golden characters that could be seen in the naked eye and flew into the exit.

Prayer is more about self-purification or self-release in the hearts of the pilgrims. A large number of prayers are deeply sad, which is the sadness that arises for their families.

They are like undead wandering in this world and unable to be reincarnated. Although they are not real evil spirits, it is also a sad thing to be trapped in this Great Hall for many years.

When many people walk into the Main Hall, in addition to the spiritual calmness, their bodies will also feel a sense of coolness.

Even on the hottest summer day, many people walked into the Main Hall and could still feel the chill of this room, which was obviously not air-conditioned.

Yibenshu knew that he was a person with a certain foundation of Buddha nature and instinctively felt the endless prayers surrounding the Great Hall.

When any prayer is not realized after a long time, the initial prayer will inevitably have negative emotions of disappointment or even resentment in the hearts of people, which will affect their prayers that day.

It is precisely because of this that some temples are clearly dilapidated and no more pilgrims or monks. Occasionally, people will still feel chills when they enter, which is because of their existence.

Yibensh is not able to fulfill these prayers, but he also wants to resolve the cold air of these prayers and find a better destination for them.

Sutras were flying in the Main Hall, and the big Buddha sitting in the center suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and then returned to a state of calm. With the appearance of the golden light... the prayers in the Main Hall disappeared for 30%.

The abbot didn't know whether these 30% of the prayers were fulfilled or were saved by the golden light on the body of the Buddha just now. At this moment, he just looked at the big Buddha that seemed to have appeared and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

Showing the Holy Ones, such things have only happened in rumors.

The abbot knew that he had never seen it, and even Shaolin and Wutai Mountain had never seen it. It seems that this temple has never appeared for so many years since it was built!

But just now! As the Buddha flashed a golden light, the abbot felt that he had become different from the past, but he couldn't say what the specific place was.

As the Buddha flashed light, Yi Ersan's sutra clock retreated to 75%, which made him feel bad. He almost succeeded just now! Why did he retreat?

The airflow through the clock was not as simple as before. Yi Ersan followed the previous route and found that the previous route... was blocked!

Strictly speaking, it becomes a wrong air flow pattern!

Can it still be like this? Yi Ersan secretly cursed the bastard who appeared in his heart. He felt the golden light that gradually emerged behind his father's head again and began to resonate. Through resonance, he found that the golden light behind his father's head was smaller.

That's right! As the Buddha statue flashed with golden light, many of the golden lights generated by Yiben Shu's brain were taken away by the golden light. If it weren't for the strong heart of the fourth fruit arhat, all the golden lights behind the head had disappeared just now with the flashing golden light!

Yibenhu also wanted to scold the Buddha for not being a thing, and he worked hard... Well, it wasn't too hard... But at least it was something he made, and almost turned into an experience bag and was taken away by the golden light of the Buddha that had just flashed.

The remaining 70% of the prayers were still a huge number. Yibenhu quickly turned his attention back to them, and the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth turned into golden lights to comfort these prayers.

About five minutes later, a power of prayer dissipated little by little between heaven and earth in the golden light of the scriptures.

The golden light of Buddhism expanded a little further after Yiben Shu's brain. At this moment, he knew that he had saved a prayer... It was this time that he instantly understood too much.

The abbot stood outside the door and couldn't help but sigh, this is the person chosen by the Buddha! Other inheritors entered this, just to feel the hearts of millions of people at this time! Go and be born into the world!

But the Yiben Shu in front of him actually started to extradite the power here with great compassion and great Buddhist Dharma...

After completing the Ibenzhu once, I felt that I gained a lot, which was even bigger than the previous two levels combined. I didn’t care about the others and continued to go to the next one.

After sitting outside the door and resonating with his father, Yi Ersan started a new road of creation again, 76%...80%...85%...90%...

Ninety-one, ninety-three...ninety-five...ninety-nine...

Yi Ersan worked hard for a long time and returned to the ninety-nine position again, but this time it was a lot different from the previous one. At least he knew where the direction of Yibai was.

This time... it seemed like some force was covering up the secret of heaven, and Jingzhong had no clue at all in the last step.

Nine tills! Yiben has transformed nine prayers, and everyone put their hands together and bowed to countless prayers and said, "Everyone, that's all. I have helped you...Namo Amitabha."

With the Buddha's name low Xuan, a trace of inspiration flashed through Yi Ersan's mind, and the meridian clock attached to the body reached 100%.

Dong...

A refreshing bell spread out from Yi Ersan's sutra bell. The seagulls by the sea and birds around him heard the bells flying all over the temple.

A small formation through the bell cover!

Yi Ersan opened his eyes, and the divine light flashed in his pupils, and there was a hint of solemn appearance on his body.

The abbot next to him felt mixed feelings when he saw this scene. This little sixth son was not a monk but was in this state. If he went out to do something bad under the name of Buddhism, others would probably believe him, which turned out to be the blame for my Buddhism, right?

As for Yibenshu? The abbot no longer knows what to say and think. Now he only asks the other party to finish writing the Buddhist scriptures. As for entering Buddhism, I am sorry! My Zhanshan Temple is small and I can't tolerate this great living Buddha of yours! I want to come to other temples to find a way! Or the higher-level monks will also find a way.

"Abbot, I just had a lot of insights. Can I allow me to settle for a few days before I take it down and absorb it?" Yi Benhu bent down to the abbot and said, "The quality of writing now is definitely not as good as writing for two days."

"That's fine..." The abbot nodded and said worriedly, "Master Yi must keep his word when speaking. It is difficult to learn hard to learn bad things. Don't delay the update just because you didn't write immediately..."
Chapter completed!