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Garan sect.

In the Jinchengfang mansion, Li Ang read the local county annals of the former Sui Dynasty thoughtfully.

The Jialan sect, like the Jingnian sect to which the monk Shi Xing belonged, has a Zen background.

The difference is that Jingnian School is the face of Zen Buddhism, and it often travels to the capital and Luoyang to give lectures to emperors.

And the Jialan sect is more inclined to take the bottom line.

Their main business is medical treatment and lending.

In the former Sui Dynasty, Zen temples and Taoist temples have always been an integral part of the folk medical system. The monks and Taoists who are out of production have a lot of free time. In addition to studying the classics of practice, they occasionally study Qihuang medicine.

Over time, some monks and Taoists became famous for their medical skills, attracting people around them to visit and seek medical advice.

Beitian Disease Square was first created by Buddhists. The word Beitian at the beginning is also a Buddhist word, which means poverty and hardship.

The medical skills of the Jialan Sect are quite superb. In the local county annals, celebrity Ci Fu and other materials, it is described as superb, similar to the flesh and bones of the living dead, and is as famous as another sect, Lihuagu.

And they don't set a threshold, regardless of the patient's belief, age, gender, or even wanted suspects and gangsters, as long as they enter the door of the Jialan sect, they will treat them.

There is only one rule, the patient must pay one-third of all property as medical expenses.

Li Ang looked at the information and raised his eyebrows slightly.

As good as the Jialan Sect's medical skills are, their obsession with money is as strong.

Ordinary people who don't have much money, it's nothing to hand over one-third of their property. At most, they sell their houses and cattle.

And the rich merchant family is in a miserable situation. Counting all the property including land, houses, and company shares, one-third of it is taken away at a time, which is enough to make them spit out blood.

Many tyrants try to procrastinate and renege on their debts, or save the country with curves, and distribute their property to relatives and friends one or several years in advance.

to no avail,

The Jialan Sect will take back the property in a way they think is reasonable, and for this reason they will not hesitate to start a war between monks with other families and sects.

In this way, the Garan Sect quickly accumulated huge wealth, and they used this wealth to set up a wide range of banks and lend money to any farmers, businessmen, sects, or even the country in need.

Tianzhu, Nanzhao, Zhou Guo, Jing Guo, etc. have all borrowed money from Jialanzong.

So much so that the people of the former Sui Dynasty jokingly said that the richest person in the world was not the Emperor of Sui or Haotian, but the bald monk of Lingtai Mountain.

However, everyone is not guilty, and he is guilty of carrying a jade, not to mention such a huge fortune.

The last abbot of the Jialan Sect saw the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty and felt deeply that troubled times were approaching. He gradually collected the business of the bank, dispersed some of the money, led a few disciples to hide in the deep mountains, and set up another mountain gate.

Later, when the Sui Dynasty fell and the war broke out, countless monks and warlords fought in the Central Plains. The original gate of the Jialan Sect was destroyed immediately, and all the wealth was plundered.

The monks of other sects dug three feet into the ground, but they did not find the legendary treasure of the Jialan sect.

It was not until a hundred years ago that the Academy found the dilapidated ruins of the hidden gate of the Jialan Sect in the deep mountains and dense forests.

There is a mess everywhere, obviously experienced a big war, and there is no shadow of secret treasure.

After Xuegong announced the news, many people in the Jianghu sneered, thinking that Xuegong and Yu State had monopolized the wealth,

Others believe that this is the tomb of clothing used by the Jialan Sect to confuse the world, and the real secret treasure lies elsewhere.

The ruins hundreds of years ago are now used as a competition venue,

Li Ang closed the county chronicle and asked in confusion, What does this mean? Do you want us to help dig the treasure?

Unlikely.

They have been found for a hundred years, and basically anything of value has been unearthed.

In addition, Li Ang didn't intend to take the game seriously.

‘Bian Chenpei’s testimonial is a bit troublesome. This time, the contest consisted of 20 people from the Rain Listening Realm and 20 people from the Cloud Patrol Realm. In the end, ten people were selected to go to Zhanquan for further training.

Assuming I really win, go to Mount Taihao.’

That place is the headquarters of Haotian, who knows if there is any ancient restriction, maybe Mosi can be detected.

‘It’s a bit eye-catching to withdraw abruptly, wait half a month to participate in the competition, and just get a moderate ranking. '

Li Ang made up his mind to paddle for fish, released his thoughts, and put the county chronicles back on the bookshelf.

thump thump——

There was a knock on the door, and Li Ang habitually yelled to come in,

The door opened, but it wasn't Chai Chai who appeared, but Ashinagaro.

The Turkic girl was blushing, standing outside the door in her pajamas, holding a wooden tray with milk and cut and arranged pears.

Well?

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, and Ashinagaro walked in staggeringly, and carefully placed the wooden plate on the table.

Uh, thanks.

Li Ang didn't react for a while, and subconsciously leaned back, lying on the back of the chair, so as not to touch Ashinagaro.

Although the Turkic girl is petite, it is the beginning of summer, and the pajamas she is wearing are a bit thin, which brings out her figure that does not match her age.

When getting close, Li Ang could smell the milky scent mixed with the smell of green grass on her body, a bit like a newborn lamb.

Hmm. Having said that, after soap and soap were introduced to Turks, the people there seemed to have played their own initiative and added fragrances to the soap themselves.

I don't know if they paid themselves patent fees.

Inner one,

Ashinagaro stood up, put his hands behind his back, bit his lips lightly, completely different from his usual carefree look, stood still and said, Inner one.

The inner one is now available for sale, and it is available in both the East and the West.

Li Ang subconsciously complained in his heart, and asked with a smile, What's wrong?

Thank you for today.

Ashinagaro said incoherently: I read in the newspaper that you beat Bian Chenpei so hard today that his head was swollen like a pig's head.

In the future, if Taihaoshan asks about crimes, and Xuegong can't protect you, you will secretly come to Turkic to find me. that's all.

Bian Chenpei is just an ordinary disciple. It is not known whether his father can be promoted to judge the cardinal. If Xue Gong couldn't keep Li Ang, then Turkic couldn't keep it either.

Li Ang couldn't help laughing, knowing that Ashinagaro had good intentions, he smiled and nodded, Well, thank you.

Um.

Ashinagaro nodded with a blushing face, and stood there for a few seconds, seeing that Li Ang didn't respond, he gritted his teeth and approached.

pop.

The girl left the study as if fleeing, leaving Li Ang messy on the seat alone.

He stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, which was still tactile, feeling a little confused.

Is this a kiss?

Except for being ignorant when I was a child and playing with Chai Chai face to face, this should be the first time, right?

Uh, having said that, the stitches on Jia Luo's stomach are so beautiful, it's really my handwriting.

Ah-

In Daming Palace, Princess Guanghua Li Leling who was about to fall asleep suddenly sneezed.

The maid on the side was startled, and quickly asked, Has the princess caught a cold?

No, it's just a feeling.

Li Leling frowned slightly, and while lying down, said uncertainly: Who took my things?