The First Cause of All Realms

Snapped!

The beautifully crafted vase smashed to pieces.

The servants and maids serving inside and outside the house were all excited, hunched over, shoulders shrunk, not daring to let out the air.

"An dare to bully me?!"

He patted the table hard, Nie Wendong's face sinking like water, the guard kneeling in front of him trembled like a sieve, his head was covered in cold sweat, and he was extremely frightened.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yuanjue chanted a low Buddha's name, breaking the atmosphere of Shen Ning, he waved his hand, and let a few servant girls retreat before saying:

"It was expected, why should Nie Zhou be angry?"

His eyes fell on the table.

On the purple wood table was a half sheet of paper torn from somewhere, with two words on it.

"No!"

This is Nie Wendong's answer to Xu Wenji's accountability for Yang Prison's trespassing of the mansion and wounding the guards.

He is not surprised.

Young talents like Yang Yu, no matter in any power, must be defended, unless Shangguan has a grudge against him.

Nie Wendong's accountability letter is like handing a knife to a passerby on the street and letting him break his arm. Unless there is an overwhelming force and reason, he will only be reprimanded or even beaten.

And Nie Wendong has no advantage over Xu Wenji.

Apart from the power behind it, the reputation and status are not as good as it is.

"I knocked on the door with a clerk, and he replied like this? Improper, too immature!"

Looking at the irregular piece of paper, Nie Wendong only felt that his eyes were stinged, and his backhand palm together with the purple wood table case turned into powder:

"The four of you, I abandoned it like a shoe, Yu Wanghai, I said that if I cut it, I will cut it. Since he came, there is nothing to target him. Why does he insist on embarrassing me?!"

"Good, good."

The old monk Yuanjue clasped his hands together, somewhat speechless.

He also said that the governor of the state was angry because he was refuted the incrimination letter. He never expected that he would be entangled in the format and rules of Xu Wenji's reply letter...

"Xu Wenji, Yang Prison..."

After venting, Nie Wendong calmed down and sat down again. After his chest heaved several times, he looked at the old monk Yuanjue:

"Everything has a price, what does the master think?"

Yuanjue was slightly startled and then nodded:

"The poor monk thinks so."

"Okay!"

Nie Wendong also nodded:

"Nie has not been close to women over the years, he is not heavy on gold and silver, he is not greedy for food, and he does not spend much. Therefore, over the years, he has also saved some money..."

"Some?"

"If you don't count jewels and jade, antiques and rare treasures, land deeds for houses, farms, horse farms and shops, there are about 300,000 taels..."

Nie Wendong thought for a while, and saw the old monk's eyes light up and swallowed the word 'gold'.

"No wonder it is said that the prefect of the Qing Dynasty has 100,000 snowflakes of silver in ten years! As far as the poor monk knows, during these years, Nie State Lord has been devoted to the Tao.

Yuan Jue shook his head involuntarily:

"The poor monks are a little envious..."

Three hundred thousand taels of silver is by no means a small amount.

His Dayan Academy was built in the prosperous part of Daocheng, and the incense is also strong on weekdays. In addition to the expenses and the management of various places, it is only 18,000 taels.

300,000 taels, enough to renovate the temple and reshape the Buddha statue?

only……

"However, the poor monk has something to say first, and he must not have anything to do with that old man Xu, that Yang Qianhu's words..."

"Master misunderstood Nie's meaning, buy a murderer to kill, why let the master break the precept?"

Nie Wendong interrupted Yuanjue's words and said lightly.

"Um?"

Yuanjue frowned: "What does Lord Nie Zhou mean?"

Nie Wendong lightly buckled the back of his chair and regained his former calm:

"300,000 taels, what is the master's opinion on buying a monk who does not shave or is a monk, but can keep the precepts?"

"No way!"

Yuanjue categorically refused:

"Non-shaved monks do not teach the method of keeping precepts and meditating. This is the rule of my Zen sect that has not been easy for thousands of years. It must not be broken. Sir, don't talk about it!"

Yuanjue's refusal, but Nie Wendong didn't seem to care, smiled slightly, and confided two words:

"gold."

"300,000 taels of gold?!"

Yuanjue's heart trembled, and there was almost a gap between his folded hands, but after a few moments, he still shook his head and said in a harsh voice:

"No way!"

"Um?"

Nie Wendong's brows furrowed immediately, but this rejection was beyond his expectations.

Dayan Yuan is not a sect born in the world, but a temple that has joined the WTO. It has been rooted in Longyuan Dao City for thousands of years.

how come……

"My Dayan Academy has always gone deep into the mortal world, exchanging the Buddhist teachings I have learned for incense, breaking precepts for a living, and the Buddha will not pursue it, but this does not mean that everything can be traded..."

The expression of the old monk Yuanjue calmed down, and after chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, his eyes became clear:

"This body can be sold, but the Buddha's heart is not easy."

"..."

Nie Wendong was silent for a moment, and then he stretched his brows:

"Just quit."

"Sir, you don't need to say more, and you won't be able to quit."

Yuanjue shook his head, seeing Nie Wendong's displeased expression, he paused before saying:

"It's still the same sentence, the adults are successful in quiet work, but they only show their appearance. It is not a poor monk who makes trouble for the ordination, but you must have a home before you can get it!"

Is it possible to enter Dao after 20 years of Jinggong?

Look at people.

Nie Wendong, it is not.

Although he had only been in Qingzhou for a few days, he also saw this man's manners. He was not close to women, but he could serve and wait on him.

He doesn't eat meat or drink, but the wine doesn't leave his body, and he needs to smell it from time to time.

He doesn't kill, but he has no compassion for any life except himself.

He doesn't even look at the king's law, can he really abide by the rules?

How could he pass on this kind of stillness, this kind of practice?

How dare you?

"What if I want it all?"

Nie Wendong's eyes became very cold, and there was a surge of unwillingness.

"That is neither Tao nor Buddha, it will only become a demon."

Yuanjue reached into his arms, took out a plain yellow silk cloth, and handed it to him:

"The poor monk has a volume of scriptures here. If you want to have all of them, you might as well try to see if you can comprehend them."

"No need."

Nie Wendong waved his hand to reject it. He has a lot of similar scriptures in his study. Where does he need this?

He was unhappy, but seeing Yuanjue's persistent attitude, he could only settle for the next best thing, and asked:

"The Eight Precepts of Buddhism, which one is the most suitable for me?"

"Um……"

Yuanjue pondered for a moment, then glanced at several beautiful women waiting outside the door, and said:

"color."

"Retire..."

Nie Wendong's brows stretched out. He has experienced countless women in his life, and he has long been concerned about it, so he thinks that the problem is not a big deal.

"Lust and **** are one, adults should not look down on it."

Seeing that he didn't care, Yuanjue Jingshi said a word.

"This officer knows."

Nie Wendong no longer entangled with him, said:

"Although the master has repeatedly refused, there is no one available for this official. As long as the master agrees to me, 300,000 taels of gold can be taken as much as possible."

"It doesn't involve the inheritance of the sect, the Zen taboo, and the poor monks should not respond."

Yuanjue answered carefully.

Nie Wendong straightened his waist and looked at the servants who were hurrying to and fro in the front courtyard. The base of an altar had been built.

"No rush, no rush."

...

...

After saying goodbye to Xu Wenji, Yang Prison didn't rush back to the inn, but walked on the street unhurriedly, which made all the people who followed him admire him.

The front foot offended the dead state lord, and the back foot didn't care about shopping. They really admired such a disposition.

If it was them, if they offended a guard, they would tremble with fear, for fear of revenge.

"Nie Wendong's Taoism..."

Yang Yu pondered in his heart, and kept walking, scanning the stalls on both sides.

After two years of severe drought, Deyang Mansion City has long since lost its former prosperity. There are many vendors on the roadside, selling everything, and some of them have 'ingredients'.

Although most of them are ordinary ingredients, he can't use them, but they can also be used to fill the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers recipe.

Therefore, Yang Prison will not refuse anyone who comes, and will not deliberately lower the price. Before the streets are finished, the news of a big family buying old things has spread like wildfire.

Soon, Yang Prison was surrounded by dozens and hundreds of hawkers brandishing their own products, and they were not afraid that he was wearing a flying fish suit and made all kinds of noise.

"What does pushing and shoving look like? All spread out!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

A burly man pushed aside the street vendors in the blocked streets and came to Yang Yu.

These vendors seemed to believe him very much, and they dispersed, but they still looked at him eagerly.

"Laughing at the adults, I'm really afraid of being poor..."

The big man clenched his fists:

"A certain family is cold, I don't know what to call an adult?"

"The last name is Yang."

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Duan Leng complimented him and asked Yang Prison to go to the teahouse for a short break. He began to greet the vendors, collected all kinds of old things, and sent them to Yang Prison for him to choose.

In any street, whenever there is a business, there must be a middleman like Duan Leng.

Yang Yu didn't care about letting him make a fortune from the middle, but it wasn't the old things in front of him.

"My lord wants... a stone?"

Hearing Yang Yu's request, Duan Leng was startled, feeling a little strange, and asked carefully:

"Any stone is fine?"

"As long as it has properties that are different from ordinary stones, that's fine."

Yang Yu took out an ingot of gold and placed it in front of him:

"After it's done, there's still a reward."

The speciality of Konggu Stone made Yang Yupin taste good. Instead of blindly refining the body, he chose to collect strange stones like the former.

However, they were busy all the way, either killing people or chasing them. Only at this time can they be considered free.

"gold!"

Duan Leng took a deep breath and tightly grasped the gold ingot.

In the two years of drought, both silver and copper plummeted, but gold rose sharply. Before the drought, one tael of gold could be exchanged for twenty taels of silver. Now, it is enough to exchange for fifty taels of silver.

"Strange stone, strange stone..."

Holding the gold, Duan Leng felt hot in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something~www.NovelMTL.com~ and sue Yang Prison and hurriedly left.

"what?"

Seeing him ecstatic, Yang Yu's heart was also moved, but he was not in a hurry. He asked for a pot of tea and began to choose the ingredients from this pile of old things.

After a while, Duan Leng came hurriedly holding a stone.

"Sir, this stone..."

"Xuanshi, why didn't I expect..."

Looking at this stone, a strange flashed across Yang Prison's face.

He recognized this kind of stone, and could even say that it was very common. In the mouths of gentry and Confucian scholars, it was called Xuanshi.

In the folk, this thing is called.

magnet...

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