The young monk has returned to secular life

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were a little dissatisfied with Yizhen for not allowing them to take the opportunity to raise conditions, but now they understand his "good intentions."

If conditions were put forward at that time, there would definitely be bargaining, and the negotiation might eventually break down.

It's different now, they have boarded the pirate ship.

Now if the conditions are raised, they have to agree even if they don't agree.

Once your awesomeness has been blown out, if you want to take it back, the price you have to pay will be complete ruin.

Going back on your word destroys your character.

No regrets, there is no difference between one condition and three conditions, or ten conditions.

It would be even more difficult to get off the pirate ship after getting on it.

This is much more beneficial than letting them kowtow twice without anyone seeing it.

From now on, in heaven, we are the ones with "nails".

The two of them returned to the Duke's Mansion with their own thoughts.

Mu Yunqing invited Monk Zhizun into your living room with a smile on his face, and there was no awkwardness at all like the awkward moment when they first met.

"Elder Zhizun, please take a seat quickly."

"Yesterday I sent someone to Bodhi Temple to deliver a message to you. I knew you would definitely come to the mansion to rest today."

"You must be tired and hungry after working for so long."

"This is the vegetarian supper I just had people prepare. Let's chat while eating."

Monk Zhizun was not polite and sat directly on the main seat. He also praised Mu Yunqing: "He is a good housekeeper."

Mu Yunqing's expression changed visibly several times, but he finally endured it.

She was just about to walk to the upper seat next to her and sit down. Unexpectedly, the old monk pointed to the upper seat and spoke again: "Disciple, sit down."

Yi Zhen didn't understand why, and thought to himself, Master, was he trying to help me rectify my husband's relationship?

Mu Yunqing felt aggrieved. Although the last meeting between the two was somewhat unpleasant, it had been a long time, and he was the one who suffered. Today, he put down his posture to greet her, just to put aside the previous unpleasantness.

I didn't expect this old monk to slap his nose in his face. He didn't take himself as the princess seriously.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang hid in the dark and ate melon, but Qingmei couldn't bear it anymore.

"Old monk, have you drunk too much to stifle your donkey? Why did you come to our Duke's house to show your prestige?"

Mentai Donkey, a famous liquor from the Kang Dynasty.

When used to other people, it would be ridiculing at best, but when used to a monk, it would be insulting.

As expected, Monk Zhizun's expression changed, and he said coldly: "Smelly girl, how dare you insult me!"

Qingmei just blurted out, she really didn't mean to insult Zhizun in her heart.

Mu Yunqing hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Elder Zhizun, please calm down, Qingmei never meant to insult you. She is still a child, and it is inevitable that she will not mean what she says. You must not be as knowledgeable as her."

Monk Zhizun snorted coldly, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "I have a broad mind and am not as knowledgeable as a little girl."

"However, you must explain to me your bullying of Yi Zhen."

Bullying Yi Zhen?

Mu Yunqing looked at Qingmei and thought, "Did you beat him again?"

Qingmei shook her head hastily, thinking that I haven't "sparred" with him for several days.

What's the situation?

Mu Yunqing finally turned his attention to Yi Zhen: "When did I bully you?"

Yizhen was also a little confused. He didn't file a complaint himself. Why did the master look like he wanted to stand up for me?

He turned to look at Monk Zhizun, wanting him to give some hints.

Monk Zhizun pretended to hate iron and scolded Yizhen: "With your brain, you don't even know you're being sold!"

"How can I, my teacher, rest assured that you can stay here?"

Everyone was dumbfounded now.

Is there something wrong with Yi Zhen's brain?

Not to mention Mu Yunqing and Qingmei, even Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, who had just met Yizhen, disagreed!

Yi Zhen also felt a little embarrassed. He grinned and asked in a low voice: "Master, please speak clearly."

Monk Zhizun said solemnly: "You have done so many rituals for the Duke's Mansion, have they given you money for the sesame oil?"

Yizhen and Mu Yunqing looked at each other and shook their heads gently.

"I'm telling you, the notice posted by the Duke's Mansion clearly states that a large amount of sesame oil was donated to the Bodhi Temple."

"You have been doing rituals for them for half a month, right? Master, I dare to say that, let alone the money for the sesame oil, you haven't even smelled the sesame oil."

"They just bully you because you have a brain problem and only do good deeds without asking for anything in return. You can't be so down-to-earth in the future, do you know?"

Yi Zhen nodded seductively: "I understand, master. This disciple must remember your teachings."

Only then did Monk Zhizun pat Yizhen on the shoulder with satisfaction, turned to Mu Yunqing and said, "Bring me that large sum of money for the sesame oil."

Mu Yunqing is so angry. He thinks that you master and apprentice are singing the double act in front of me on purpose, right?

Yi Zhen came up with the idea that you come to ask for money. This is clearly a trap for the princess to jump into.

Ever since I was a child, I have always tricked others, and now I have been tricked by two stinky monks into giving me a large sum of money for sesame oil. If this spreads out, I will be sorry for the princess's resounding nickname of "White Enchantress".

She asked Yizhen angrily: "Yizhen, tell me clearly, do you want this sesame oil money?"

Yizhen blinked and whispered: "Amitabha, young monk... listen to the master."

"I..." Mu Yunqing had the urge to go over and strangle him.

After a long while, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay, I, the princess, will admit defeat."

"Qingmei, go get one hundred taels of silver..."

"Amitabha," the monk Zhizun sang in harmony, interrupting Mu Yunqing's words, "I'm not here for alms, I'm here for the large sum of money for sesame oil."

When he mentioned "a big sum", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

This means that you should not use the same method of sending beggars to deal with me.

Mu Yunqing stared at Yizhen with a smile that said, "You're too charming to pay for your life." He asked softly: "Master Yizhen, what do you think is the appropriate amount for this large amount of sesame oil?"

Yizhen said: "Amitabha, the more, the better."

Monk Zhizun smiled so happily: "Good disciple, your brain is finally improving."

"You will be treated well in the Duke's Mansion from now on. I will come to see you from time to time."

In the end, the monk Zhizun took away five thousand taels of silver and returned to the Bodhi Temple overnight with his mouth wide open without even eating supper.

After Zhizun left, Mu Yunqing opened his teeth and claws to grab Yizhen's ears.

Fortunately, Yizhen was prepared in advance and called for help in time to Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, who had been watching the show for a long time: "Brothers, if you haven't shown up yet, when can we wait?"

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang showed up and pointed at Yizhen, who was leaning forward and laughing: "Brother Yizhen, I didn't expect you to trick the princess. You can get five thousand taels of silver for a beating. I don't think it's a loss... haha..."

When Mu Yunqing saw Chen Sheng and Wu Guang appearing, he had no choice but to stop his movements and bowed to them with a smile: "Let the two true kings laugh."

Chen Sheng smiled and waved his hand: "No, we are not laughing at all. We are still very happy to see brother Yizhen defeated."

Yizhen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Amitabha, the young monk is unjust. The main reason is that it is difficult to disobey the teacher's orders, and he went to Liefang Pavilion to stand up for me despite all the hard work. How can the young monk be willing to let him return empty-handed?"

Mu Yun gave him a blank look: "I don't care, I can't spend these five thousand taels of sesame oil in vain, you have to compensate me."

Yi Zhen smiled slightly: "If you want to make up for it, you should have said it earlier. Even if I give up my skin, I will not let you suffer."