The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning said confidently, "We are not fools. We all know that we need to see a doctor when we are sick. This place is for making wishes. The wishing pool in Lingchen Temple is much bigger than mine. Many people go there to throw money every day. My pool is only a small one. Compared with Lingchen Temple, it is just a drop in the bucket."

Cheng Feng said, "You are so brave, kid. Is there no one here to watch over you? Are you allowed to do whatever you want?"

Cheng Youning said: "This was originally a dilapidated temple. After my grandfather's statue moved in, the incense here became prosperous. I saw that the food on the altar could not be eaten at all, and I thought it would go bad if left for a long time, so I took it to the street and sold it at a low price. This is also a good deed."

"Cheng Youning, you're selling other people's offerings at a low price. Do you think this is a good thing?"

Cheng Youning said: "I also give alms to the poor. I give the steamed buns that I can't sell to beggars on the street. Isn't this a good thing?"

"Giving means that you use your own money to give to those in need. This is a good thing. How can it be considered a good thing if you secretly take other people's things?"

Cheng Youning muttered, "How can this thing be considered someone else's? Even if it's not mine, it's still my grandfather's."

Cheng Feng asked: "Let's not discuss who owns this temple. Daddy wants to ask you, what did you use the money from the sale for?"

Cheng Youning said: "I didn't do anything, I just saved it all."

Qiao Rong echoed, "I can testify that the young master did not spend money recklessly. He saved it all. There is an account book. He can show it to the young master and his wife when he returns home."

"And the account books?"

"Yes, the young master said that even though it is a business without capital, we still need to keep accounts. The money from the daily offerings, the money in the merit box, and the money in the wishing well are all recorded clearly. The money spent on selling brooms, brushes, and futons is also recorded clearly. The account book is clear at a glance."

"You guys also made the donation box?" Cheng Feng's head felt like it was struck by lightning. What this kid did was unbelievable to him. He couldn't understand why Cheng Youning, who could withdraw the money in the shop at will, still tried every means to get money, and made the money in such an ignominious way.

Qiao Rong scratched his head and said, "The young master and I went to Lingchen Temple. The young master is smart and learned a lot. When we came back, we asked a blacksmith to make a merit box and asked Master Mo to make a wishing well, which brought us a lot of profits."

"What's the difference between this and cheating people out of money?"

Cheng Youning immediately retorted: "It's different. We earned it through labor."

"What did you two do? Is this what you get for your labor?"

"Qiao Rong and I clean this place every day. This place is under my jurisdiction."

"You are a monk, so why are you in charge of this place?"

Cheng Youning said: "No monks or nuns are allowed here. If one comes, I will drive him away."

Wan Lianxing was sitting on the side listening to the conversation between Cheng Feng and Cheng Youning. He interrupted and said, "Cheng Youning, come here. Grandpa wants to ask you, is there no one in charge here?"

Cheng Youning shook his head: "When I came here, no one was in charge, but now I am in charge."

"How long have you been in charge here?"

"It's been two months."

"No one chased you away?"

"Qiao Rong and I hid behind the statue of Little Grandfather and secretly took the food from the altar and packed it up. When no one was around, we opened the merit box and fished out the copper coins from the wishing pool. Although this place belongs to Little Grandfather, I can't take things or money openly. I thought that if we were seen, no pilgrims would come with food and money in the future, and many jealous people would come to snatch things from me."

Wan Lianxing's head was buzzing with excitement at what Cheng Youning said, "This place is so popular, but no one has ever taken a fancy to it or wanted to manage it."

"Two monks did come, but I scared them away."

"Oh? Tell me how a little kid like you managed to scare the two monks away."

Cheng Youning opened her mouth and told the story.

After listening to Cheng Youning's story, Shang Xi, whose face was pale, only felt a buzzing sound in his ears. Suddenly, everything in front of his eyes went dark, his body went limp, and he fainted on the spot. He knew nothing in an instant, which scared everyone present.

"Shang Xi——"

"Mom——" Seeing Shang Xi fainted, Cheng Youning burst into tears. He thought Shang Xi was going to die, and he cried until his voice was hoarse and as loud as a bull.

Cheng Feng pinched her philtrum to wake her up. Shang Xi felt like there was a big stone on her chest, so heavy. In fact, it was Cheng Youning who was lying on her chest and crying loudly.

"Son, get up quickly and stop pressing on your mother's chest. She can't breathe."

Cheng Youning opened his eyes and saw that Shang Xi was alive again. He crawled to the ground, hugged Shang Xi's neck and cried endlessly.

Everyone knew that Shang Xi was pissed off by Cheng Youning today, so they asked Cheng Feng to take Shang Xi back to rest as soon as possible. Shang Xi had to go back and lie down. She hadn't said a word all day because she was pissed off by Cheng Youning. She couldn't understand why a five-year-old child could do so many amazing things. When you reason with him, he's more reasonable than you. All the fallacies and heresies in his mouth became natural and right.

Cheng Feng took Cheng Youning aside and carried Shang Xi to the carriage. Cheng Youning trotted onto the carriage while crying.

All those who should have left had left, and only Wan Lianxing and his men were staying here, waiting for Yan Qilian to come and give him an explanation.

Yan Qilian did not dare to neglect and ran over immediately: "My Lord, what do you want from me?"

Wan Lianxing pointed in the direction of the main hall and said, "Explain it to me."

Seeing Wan Lianxing's face was dark and sour, Yan Qilian asked tentatively, "Is it... the statue doesn't look like the Marquis?"

"Bullshit, I'm a living person, why put the statue I was given here?"

"My Lord, this is not what I want. This is the will of the people."

"I don't care whose idea it is, my statue will be taken down immediately."

"My Lord, I'm afraid that's inappropriate."

"It's even more inappropriate to put my statue here."

"This is a spontaneous act of the people. If this one is demolished, everyone will make another one in the image of the marquis."

"We'll demolish them one by one. Anyway, my statues cannot appear in the temple."

"Come here, bring the things I brought to show the Marquis." Yan Qilian's servants carried all the things Yan Qilian wanted to Wan Lianxing, "Please show them, Marquis."

Seeing all the portraits of himself, Wan Lianxing, who was sitting, couldn't remain calm and stood up. They didn't have a single one of these at home. He was good-looking, but he didn't need to hire someone to paint a portrait of himself. How could there be so many of his portraits floating around? He was confused, "What's going on?"