Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

He Yuzhu followed Jia Zhang through the streets and alleys. If they didn't know that Jia Zhang was not a spy, they would have thought that this was counter-reconnaissance.

After walking around in circles, Jia Zhang began to slow down at the entrance of an alley.

He Yuzhu looked around and saw a corner of Fu Jen Catholic University not far away. This should be Xinghua Street. He determined the location and continued to follow.

"Ms. Jia Zhang shouldn't be here to burn incense and worship Buddha, right? The Huguo Temple is right in front of us. Why doesn't she go there but comes here?" he muttered to himself.

He Yuzhu watched Jia Zhang walk into Xinghua Temple. He stopped and wondered whether he should go in as well.

"Fuck! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" He made up his mind and walked towards the temple.

"Amitabha! Little donor, is this your first time visiting my temple?" A big monk with his hands clasped together suddenly walked out from behind the temple's doorpost.

"Ah?" He Yuzhu was startled by the sudden appearance of the monk. He put his hands together and bowed, "Yes, Master Chef!"

"I think you have a connection with Buddha! The temple is in front of us, please feel free to do as you please!"

The big monk said with a smile as he stared at the tall and strong He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu looked in the direction the monk pointed and a magnificent hall came into view. He bowed and walked towards the hall.

"Do you still have a connection with Buddha? I think it's a big fool.

There are not many big and strong monks like Huguo Temple, and they can be used as reception monks in this place."

He Yuzhu turned away from the monk at the door and his face changed, thinking that something was wrong.

He stepped into the hall and glanced at the crowd kneeling in front of the Buddha statue. He found that Jia Zhang was not there, and knew that he had arrived at the place.

As the crowd of worshippers came forward, He Yuzhu also pretended to worship the Buddha statue.

He was secretly worried. How come this was a place for worshipping Buddha, so why didn't he see Jia Zhang?

While He Yuzhu outside was confused and anxious, Jia Zhang was in a room in the backyard. A man was lying on the couch saying something to her, and there was a little monk beating a wooden fish next to him.

A man sitting on the couch said to Jia Zhang: "Mr. Zhang, have you thought it over? Donate your heart in time to resolve the disaster, otherwise when the disaster comes, no one will rescue you."

Jia Zhang knelt on the cushion at the bottom, with her hands clasped together in a gesture of respect and her head lowered. But her drooping face did not show the piety of someone who had been brainwashed.

When Jia Zhang heard what was said, she put on her composure, raised her head, and said with great confidence: "Master, I sincerely believe in you.

But recently my son listened to those propagandas, saying that if you deposit money in the bank, you will get money or something like that.

I went to the bank today, but it was a fixed deposit and I couldn't withdraw the money before it matured.

Master, I have no other options! Please think of a way to help me!” She then took out the bank deposit slip to prove that she was not lying.

The man addressed as guru saw the slip handed to him, which stated that there was a deposit of three hundred physical units.

He looked at Jia Zhang and had already marked this sheep in his mind. Although she was not as good as those wealthy businessmen, she was also the best among the ordinary ones. Since intimidation was not enough, he would add some inducement, so as not to be afraid that she would not take the bait.

"Mr. Zhang, this devotion is not only to eliminate disasters, but also to receive blessings from Master. The more you dedicate, the greater the blessing you will receive in the end."

He paused for a moment and took out a set of gold jewelry from his wide sleeves. He said with a peaceful expression, "Look at this. Is it big?"

When Jia Zhang saw this set of exquisite gold jewelry, she stared at it intently, muttering as if she had lost her soul: "Big~Big~"

The master looked at Jia Zhang like this and felt secretly proud, thinking that Jia Zhang had been completely hooked.

He reached out and threw the gold ring toward Jia Zhang like throwing a bone to a dog.

Jia Zhang caught it in a hurry, put it carefully in her hand, and stared at it with greedy eyes.

"Take this first. When you have devoted enough, it will be yours. If you devote more in the future, these will also be yours." The master held the gold bracelet and gold hairpin in his hand and tempted Jia Zhang.

When Jia Zhang heard this, her eyes lit up. She held the gold ring and made repeated promises, forcing her son to take out his savings to donate.

"Go! Mr. Zhang, you don't have much time."

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He Yuzhu's knees were almost numb from kneeling in the front hall. Finally, he saw Jia Zhang coming out from the side door behind the Buddha statue. He quickly bent down and bowed, avoiding her sight.

Jia Zhang was also thinking about the gold ring she had obtained, and hurried out of the hall.

He Yuzhu stood up and glanced behind the Buddha statue, added incense money into the box, walked out of the hall, and prepared to go around to see what was in the backyard.

He Yuzhu left the temple, walked around the alley, found an outer wall with a handhold, and climbed up the wall with a single leap.

He lay on the top of the wall, observed the environment, and seeing that there was no one around, he climbed over the wall and entered the yard.

The current position should be the open space between the west wing and the wall. He Yuzhu walked slowly and quietly towards the back window of the west wing.

He Yuzhu squatted under the window and heard the wooden fish and voices coming from inside the house. He listened carefully and understood what they were about after listening to a while.

"Oh my god, this is a cult! They are brainwashing people and trying to get them to pay their money."

He thought of Jia Zhangshi again, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: "He brewed it. Could it be that the necromancer Jia Zhangshi graduated from here? The Jia family only has one room, just because they were tricked?"

"Jia Zhang, Jia Zhang! Why did you get involved in a cult?"

He Yuzhu's heart was churning, and the sound of the wooden fish in the room suddenly stopped, and the sound of conversation could be heard from inside the room.

"Master Zhou, why did you give that widow Zhang a gold ring? The money she donated before was not even worth enough for that gold ring." A childish voice asked.

"Xiao Liu, you are still too young. It doesn't matter whether she believes in this kind of person or not. As long as her greed is slowly aroused, she will jump in automatically." A low voice answered.

"Wow, Jia Zhang, you're wearing a gold ring. You're worthy of being a seed of the necromancer, you have potential!" He Yuzhu complained in his heart after hearing this.

He continued to listen to the conversation, which was all about the so-called Master Zhou teaching the young people some techniques of how their I-Kuan Taoism could fool others.

He Yuzhu was also enlightened after listening to this passage. He wondered if the masters of Blue Star had as sophisticated tricks as Master Zhou?

He continued listening for a while, and when he saw that there was no other important information, he prepared to leave quickly.

It would be enough to get some information alone. After all, the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, and even a stubborn head can't be hit by many bullets.

He Yuzhu looked at the ginkgo tree in the open space, walked quietly to the tree, used it to climb over the wall and left the yard.

He climbed over the wall and saw that there was no one around, so he quickly ran into the alley and left as soon as possible.

"It's time to give these scum a taste of the red iron fist!"

"Jia Zhang, I am so good to you!"