Villain: I just want to be a second generation ancestor

Shaolin Temple is a 5A-level scenic spot in Yan Kingdom.

Even though it is located on a high mountain, the mountain road is very wide.

usually.

There are a lot of tourists here

But at this time, there is no one inhabited.

Chu Ci frowned slightly.

All this was within his expectations.

Although the simulation was a bit vague, he probably knew the details.

Coincidentally.

Today happened to be the five-yearly Buddhism Conference of Buddhism, and this time the organizer was Songshan Shaolin Temple.

It was supposed to be a good thing.

When you come by yourself, you can also watch a monk knocking on a wooden fish to discuss Buddhism for free.

But the problem is that this Buddhist conference is not open to the outside world.

That's why he couldn't see any living people on the mountain road.

Not only that, but he learned it through simulations.

A major event will happen in Shaolin Temple today that will affect Buddhism in the entire Yan Kingdom...

After thinking wildly, Chu Ci had already arrived at the mountain gate.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a statue. The statue was an old monk practicing qigong. I saw him standing on one leg with his hands together, with a solemn expression.

Chu Ci quietly comprehended, and a series of Buddhist martial arts with profound artistic conception came to his mind.

"As expected of a great sect that has stood for thousands of years!"

"It actually contains the profundity of Shaolin martial arts~"

With a sigh of emotion, he then walked forward.

After a few steps, I saw a memorial archway with three big characters of "Shaolin Temple" written on it.

This means that he has entered the territory of Shaolin Temple.

On the left and right sides of the mountain road are shops selling swords and other weapons.

But they're all closed now.

When he came to the gate of the temple, several towering trees appeared in front of his eyes. They were thousands of years old and seemed to be guarding Shaolin Temple all the time.

Rows of steles are neatly arranged, with inscriptions to Shaolin Temple engraved on them.

A young monk in charge of registration at the door saw Chu Ci, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He also didn't know why tourists would go up the mountain at such a time.

Obviously, several announcements have been made in advance.

But out of courtesy.

The little novice still put his hands together and bowed to Chu Ci.

"Hi sir, what are you doing here?"

Chu Ci: "..."

What is this sudden Luoyang accent?

"I'm here to visit the Buddhist Conference."

The little novice paused: "Does the benefactor have an invitation letter for the Buddhist Conference?"

Chu Ci was taken aback: "Invitation letter?"

"No."

The little novice smiled helplessly.

"Special time, don't blame the benefactor."

"If there is no invitation letter, does the benefactor have a student card from the Higher Martial Academy?"

"If the donor has a student ID card from the Higher Martial Arts Academy, he can watch it on the large LED screen at the side door."

"No, I haven't taken the martial arts exam yet."

"Oh, the benefactor, please come back."

Chu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why?"

I saw the little monk clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, my Buddha does not teach those below a bachelor's degree."

Chu Ci's face darkened when he heard the words, this encounter was not mentioned in the simulation.

Unaware of the other party's anger, the little novice continued.

"Also, pets are not allowed inside."

Big Black: "..."

Da Laobai: "..."

Suppressing the indignation in his heart, Chu Ci said in a deep voice.

"I'm here to donate incense."

Hearing Chu Ci's words, the little novice froze and asked tentatively.

"How many?"

Chu Ci didn't speak, just took out a check.

The little novice glanced at him and didn't take it seriously.

After all, Chu Ci was too young, and he hadn't even taken the martial arts exam yet.

At best, he is a rich second generation.

It would be nice to donate [-].

Our Shaolin Temple is not a backwater, nor is it a monk who has never seen the world~

Such a little commission is dispensable to me.

He secretly thought in his heart that he would just find an excuse to drive the other party away later.

With this in mind, the little novice took the check and glanced at it nonchalantly.

"One...ten...hundred...thousand...thousand...brother...dad...grandpa...ancestor!"

The expression on his face changed from disdain at the beginning to shock, and then from shock to surprise.

"[-] million spirit stones!!!"

At this moment, the little monk could no longer control his excited heart and trembling hands.

This is [-] million spirit stones!

Usually, those pilgrims who spend a lot of money donate at most one hundred thousand million, and I have never seen hundreds of millions!

this moment.

The way he looked at Chu Ci became much more cordial.

"Ancestor... No, benefactor!"

"Is the donor serious?"

[-] million spirit stones... I can get a large commission for this order!

Chu Ci nodded expressionlessly.

"It's just a small amount of money. I've earned it back just because you were in a daze for a while."

It's not that he's pretending.

With Chu's pharmaceuticals as a gold-absorbing beast, [-] million Lingshi is really a small amount of money!

Earn it back in minutes.

"Will the Buddha still save me now?"

"Cross! How could you not cross!"

The little novice said flatteringly.

"The benefactor quickly follow me in. You have so much wealth and billions, so you are naturally a destined person in our Buddhist sect!"

Under his guidance, Chu Ci quickly entered the temple.

An older monk frowned when he saw the two of them.

What's the situation with this little novice, don't you know that today is the day of the Buddhist Conference?

How could you bring someone in!And this man brought a dog?

Disgraceful to Buddhism!

Simply presumptuous!

He immediately stopped between the two of them.

The little novice was taken aback.

"Uncle Wujing?"

Wu Jing ignored the other party, but bowed to Chu Ci with a dark face.

"Amitabha, today is an important day for our temple, please leave the almsgiver."

Before Chuci could reply, the little novice first spoke in a low voice.

"Uncle Wujing...this benefactor...is here to donate incense!"

Wu Jing glanced at him angrily.

What happened to donating incense?

Are you so open to money?

After scolding the other party a few times in his heart, Wu Jing remained unmoved.

"If the benefactor wants to donate incense, he can go up the mountain after three days~"

Chu Ci smiled and said.

"This eminent monk, the boy came to study today with a devout Buddha heart."

Wu Jing shook his head.

"Even so, it won't work! I hope the benefactor can understand!"

Seeing that the other party was so difficult to speak, Chu Ci didn't bother to pretend.

"If the eminent monk is willing to lead the way, I will definitely donate more incense."

"And the commission is all yours, monk."

Say it.

He took out another check from his pocket and handed it to the little monk.

Seeing Chu Ci handing out money in front of him so nakedly, Wu Jing felt insulted.

He frowned instantly, and said firmly.

"The poor monk became a monk in order to seek the Tao, and he no longer has that kind of worldly desire."

"The benefactor please..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Jing suddenly saw the two checks in the hands of the little novice, and a series of '0' pierced his eyes deeply.

Directly dry burned his CPU.

This... How many digits is this?

The unspoken words in Wu Jing's mouth froze in an instant.

"Benefactor, please come in~"

......

At this time, outside the door of a side hall.

A monk with a big waist and a full stubble face was asking a little novice novice.

"What about Big Brother?"

"Didn't I ask you to invite him over?"

Before the other party could reply, a lazy voice appeared behind him.

"What's the matter, Zhishen, don't you know, brother, I'm in retreat at the Pagoda of Enlightenment?"

When Lu Zhishen saw the visitor, he seemed to have a backbone immediately.

anxiously.

"Brother Xu Zhu!"

"When are you still retreating!"

"Today is the day when our Shaolin Temple holds the 73rd Buddhist Conference, how can we do without you to preside over the conference!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhu said that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled and said in doubt.

"You can find the abbot for this kind of thing, how can I, a monk, know such red tape?"

He didn't understand, let himself be the host?

What is the difference between this and letting the excavator master cook?

Lu Zhishen was so angry that his beard flew up.

"Abbot?"

"The abbot has passed away for a fucking year, senior brother, have you forgotten?"

"You are the next abbot!"

Xu Zhu: "..."

"Ahem... how could I forget?"

"In this case, I have no choice but to go out of the mountain!"