Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The chat in the group was in full swing.

Cong also opened the inventory of his chat page and began to clear the memory.

Only then did he realize that the golden Buddha statue he had taken at the entrance of Zhang Qishan had not yet been sent to Tathagata Buddha.

Cong also clicked on the private message with Buddha, sent the photo to him, and then chose to delete it to avoid keeping it and occupying memory.

Although he didn't know if the chat group would have memory lag problems, he habitually cleaned up regularly and quantitatively.

[The Tathagata who takes care of the rebellious mount every day]:

"Xiao Yezi, you actually made a golden body for me. There are so many people in the group, and you are the first to do this. You are nothing like Sun Wukong's arrogant monkey. {Tears in the eyes}"

"[Tathagata, who takes care of the rebellious mount every day] sends you a red envelope."

Cong Ye suddenly swallowed what he wanted to explain.

Let this white lie continue.

Who doesn’t want the red envelope from Buddha?

Cong also clicked on the red envelope.

"Congratulations on receiving the red envelope sent by [Tathagata who takes care of the rebellious mount every day]. It has been automatically stored in [My Collection] for you."

[Tathagata who takes care of rebellious mounts every day]: "This rosary has been with me for 1 years. Now it is just suitable to give it to my believers to cure all diseases, nourish the soul, and ward off evil spirits."

Cong Ye immediately put his hands together.

From today on, he is a follower of Buddha.

Buddha was indeed generous to his followers.

He really couldn't refuse.

[Cong Ye]: "I will build another golden body for you! {Love} {Love}"

[The Tathagata who takes care of the rebellious mount every day]: "Hahahahaha, the water will overflow when it is full, affection is intentional, the golden body is nothing more than the things outside the body, it is not worth mentioning."

Worthy of being Buddha.

Cong Ye felt a little soft in his heart for no reason.

[Cong Ye]: "Then I will help the people all over the world and thank you in another way."

[The Tathagata who takes care of the rebellious mount every day]: "That's good."

Somehow, even though he and Buddha were separated by time and space, he inexplicably felt as if Buddha's hand was gently brushing on his head.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Cong also clicked on [My Collection] and saw the rosary that filled a space.

He tapped the space lightly, and the cold rosary suddenly fell into his palm.

The rosary beads polished from lapis lazuli and turquoise have uniform color and fine texture. The faint brilliance flows through the beads. You can tell at a glance that they are extraordinary.

Cong also wrapped the long rosary beads in several circles around his empty right wrist.

The three bright colors of golden tassels, sapphire green and blue beads with golden light collided together, making Cong Ye's skin whiter and more delicate.

It was getting late, Cong Ye touched the rosary, closed the chat page and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was affected by the rosary, but Cong Ye had an excellent sleep, which was long and comfortable, as if he was wrapped in soft and warm clouds.

The next day, Cong Ye got up in high spirits.

After washing, he changed his clothes and stopped a rickshaw at the entrance of Hongfu to go to St. Peter's Basilica.

When he arrived, he happened to meet the girl who was going out.

The girl carried an empty basket in her arms.

Seeing Cong Ye, her almond-shaped eyes flashed with surprise.

"Cong Ye, why are you here?"

Cong Ye stepped forward: "Let me take a look. Are you going out?"

He glanced at the girl's food basket.

The girl nodded and said with a smile: "I'm going out to buy groceries, and I plan to make dumplings for everyone tonight."

Her cheeks became plump again, her eyes were bright, and her previous haggardness and timidity were gone.

It seems that she is living well here.

Cong was also relieved.

"Then I'll go buy groceries first. You can stay here tonight and eat dumplings with us all!"

The girl looked at Cong Ye expectantly.

Cong Ye was going to Zhang Mansion later. He was not sure whether there would be anything to deal with, so he said, "Let's see then."

The girl didn't force herself, she pursed her lips and waved to Cong Ye: "I'm leaving first."

Cong Ye nodded and watched the girl leave with a smile on his face.

He pushed open the door of St. Peter's Basilica and saw the stone statue of his mother Nuwa.

A group of children were running around and playing around the statue.

The sharp-eyed child saw Cong Ye and immediately rushed towards Cong Ye.

"Brother Cong Ye is here!"

"Brother Cong Ye!"

"..."

After a while.

Cong Ye’s legs were covered with children.

He was walking so hard that his pants were about to be pulled off.

They raised their heads and hugged Cong Ye's legs, their eyes like grapes soaked in water.

"Brother Cong Ye, come play with us!"

"Brother Cong Ye, you haven't been here for a long time!"

"Brother Cong Ye, I have learned a lot of words again!"

"I can recite poetry!"

A dozen children chirped.

After Cong Ye comforted them one by one, he got out and went upstairs.

From the upstairs corridor window, you can see Hongwen leading a group of people to box in the backyard.

Cong also looked away and opened the office door.

Hong Jin was sitting on a chair, fiddling with his abacus.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and saw that it was Cong Ye, with a look of surprise on his face. He immediately stood up and walked towards Cong Ye.

"You're finally free to come over."

Hongjin poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cong Ye.

Cong Ye sat casually on the sofa, took the tea in his hand, and took a sip: "I had something to do some time ago."

The three Hongjin brothers have a filter for Cong Ye, thinking that as long as Cong Ye is busy, he must be busy with big things.

Cong Ye glanced at the abacus on his desk: "Are you settling accounts?"

As the number of people in St. Peter's Church grew, so did the expenses.

He had to settle his accounts well in order to live up to Cong Ye's trust in him.

Hong Jin nodded seriously: "I'll get it and show it to you."

Cong Ye called to him: "Wait a minute."

Hongjin turned around and looked at him doubtfully.

Cong also put down five gold bars.

Hong Jin was no longer as exaggerated as when he first saw the gold bar. He was much calmer and asked: "This is it?"

One gold bar is enough to feed and drink almost everyone in St. Peter's Basilica for a year.

Cong Ye took out five gold bars at once, which really made Hongjin confused about what Cong Ye wanted to do.

“Expand the scope of St. Peter’s Church and don’t limit it to Changsha.”

Since you have promised the Buddha, you cannot break your promise.

"By the way, let's find a craftsman to remove the plaque from St. Peter's Church."

Cong also remembered this incident.

"It will start from the cities near Changsha and spread to the surrounding areas."

You still have to choose a formal name.

St. Peter's Church does not conform to Cong Ye's Chinese aesthetics.

Cong Ye is really not a person who is good at naming.

"Just call it Chunshan Hall."

Pingwu is full of spring mountains.

The people being helped are all people who are not favored by fate.

Then Cong Ye hopes that whenever they reach the end of their road or life, there will no longer be a dead end, but new hope and beautiful scenes.