Chapter 7: Future plans, money in hand
Hurry up, hurry up!
Lu Feng stood up from the ground and looked around, looking for his "promised thing".
He knew that he was lucky enough to survive this disaster.
But Lu Feng was still frightened by the way Master Zhuoge Dunzhu looked at the end.
He knew that Master Zhuoge Dunzhu was right. What happened just now was that the simple protector got angry.
It is necessary to calm down the Dharma Protector with things, drinks and music that the Dharma Protector likes.
The White Vajra at the foot of Jade Mountain that the master of Pingzan Vajra Temple surrendered belongs to the local foreign god.
It is extremely cruel to begin with.
Even if he is surrendered, he becomes a protector.
It also requires constant offerings and offerings.
Only when you reach a certain level can you use its secret spell.
That is, through continuous "initiation" and "giving", more levels of secret mantras can be obtained.
If the "donation" is not enough, or there are some mistakes in timing, there is no doubt that the guru who supports him will also be implicated. If he is not careful, even the guru may Lives are in danger.
But even so, the guru is still much more noble than the Buddhist monks like them.
Because these sutra-study monks have no chance of being entangled by the Dharma Protector God. At best, they are sacrifices and are not even qualified to support the Dharma Protector God. The master can at least recite the secret mantra to protect himself. The sutra-study monks can't even There is no way to protect yourself.
That’s what others said.
That’s it, if you want to kneel down, you have no way to do it.
Seeing Master Droge Dundup leaving far away.
Lu Feng stood up and took a few deep breaths.
It's not an illusion.
Lu Feng felt the warmth between his eyebrows and umbilical cord, flowing to his whole body. The weakness in his body caused by fear was now eliminated. After trying to take two steps, Lu Feng found that his legs no longer shook. , my feet are no longer sore.
He regained his strength, and with the blessing of his wise mind, Lu Feng quickly formulated a plan.
He quickly found the chieftain's bank account.
In general.
The chieftain's treasury is in a heavily guarded place.
This heavily guarded place cannot be too far from the watchtower where you stay.
The treasury of the Kaqila chieftain’s family is quite extreme.
Right inside the watchtower where the chieftain stayed!
Pushing open the wooden door of the chieftain's house and lifting the prayer flags inside, Lu Feng saw the chieftain lying inside, his stomach empty, his intestines flowing all over the floor, and he looked extremely dead. miserable.
Beside him was a one-palm statue of the goddess, which fell to the ground at this moment.
Cracked.
The strange, squirming internal organs inside were exposed.
“…”
Lu Feng had no intention of exploring the situation of this statue.
He recited a section of the Diamond Sutra, then bypassed this place and found the entrance to the chieftain's silver treasury.
It is the passage going down.
He took the torch that was still burning on the wall and walked in.
After going down the stairs and finding the bank, Lu Feng clasped his hands together.
“Thank you, Kaqila Chieftain, for your charity! I will pray for Kaqila Chieftain.”
Lu Feng clasped his hands in front of the bank, saluted, and then inserted the torch on the wall next to the bank.
I opened the bank boxes of the Kaqila chieftain's house one by one, looking for valuable treasures.
The chieftain family's silver treasury has been expanded through the ages, and the silver stored in it is the accumulation of several generations.
Lu Feng has a clear goal.
He wants about two thousand taels to three thousand taels of property.
After all, according to Lu Feng's observations over the past ten years.
At Wuwu Baita Temple, the lowest price for a donation is one thousand five hundred taels, and the donation is highland barley porridge and copper coins.
Two thousand taels are rice porridge and copper coins.
For three thousand taels, it is white rice porridge with sugar and raisins and copper coins.
With different alms, the other monks have different impressions of him. There are also many gangs in the Endless White Pagoda Temple.
Everyone is willing to practice with the wealthier monks.
Because a monk is relatively wealthy, it means that the temple behind this monk is powerful and powerful. Even if he leaves the Wuwu White Pagoda Temple in the future, he will be able to get a better destination.
There is nothing we can do about this.
The Endless White Pagoda Temple cannot support all the monks for a lifetime - especially the lower-level monks.
It is impossible for a monk to work as a handyman for the rest of his life.
You will always grow old and have to survive.
Even if you are a monk, you still have to live.
Therefore, if Lu Feng wants to rebuild his dharma lineage, some followers are absolutely indispensable. Now Lu Feng is alone.
Because he is a poor scholar. Neither a guru nor money.
No one paid any attention to him.
But to complete the task of the ancient scroll, he must actually start to move closer here consciously from now on.
It is not just about having the identity of a guru.
There must also be a sufficient team.
Lu Feng searched carefully in the bank.
Look for portable, value-preserving, and reversible belongings in Lord Toast's vault.
As a result, he actually found several boxes of treasures.
“Thank you, Kaqila Toast.”
Lu Feng thanked the generous Kaqila Toast again and again.
Under the torch.
Inside the opened box.
Lu Feng was overwhelmed by the many treasures.
Of course, in this bank.
There are also many Chaba and craftsmen who died inside.
It can be seen that there once was a Li Jui here, even though Li Jui is gone.
There are still a large number of mutilated corpses here, and there is no possibility of corpse transformation.
There are even some monks from the small temple next door.
Lu Feng found several large bags from these corpses and hurriedly put the treasures for the Buddha into the chieftain's bank box.
The so-called treasure offered to the Buddha is the hard currency of the esoteric realm.
It is a treasure used to support the great monk.
Some can also be used to worship Buddha, Bodhisattva and Dharma protectors.
Whether it is a noble family, a chieftain family or a temple, these items are all in need.
There are many types of these items, but no matter which type they are, they all have one characteristic.
That is extremely expensive.
Sometimes, there may even be a price but no market.
You can't buy it even with money.
Had to exchange it for something else.
Just like the treasures in this box, there are many of them that Lu Feng has only heard of but has never seen.
Today, he saw it for the first time, and it opened his eyes.
He found "Tibetan incense", "coral rosary", "amber rosary", "golden nanmu counting beads", "filigree cockscomb rosary", "golden bowl", "silver pagoda" "Eight Treasures Scripture", "Coptis", "Safflower" and other things.
He does not know the value of such important items as Tibetan incense, golden nanmu beads and the "Eight Treasures Scripture".
But he knew very well the value of the rest.
The value of these things is definitely more than three thousand taels of silver.
Maybe even higher.
Put these robes on your shoulders without any intention of nostalgia.
He knew that the remaining things in the bank that he could not take away did not belong to him.
They are all external things.
He crawled out of the bank.
Start heading towards the Endless White Pagoda Temple.
There are still six days left before the debate, and he cannot waste any time on other things.
Before coming to Guanzhai.
He was not sure about the possibility of passing the debate.
But now, he knows that missing it is really a year!
His debate this time was a sure success.
Definitely successful.
Because he had money to donate and ancient scrolls to help him.
If he had carried so many things before, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to return to the Endless White Pagoda Temple in one noon and one afternoon.
But now, he has the blessing of human skin ancient scrolls.
Walked all the way.
He actually just sweated a little.
No burning sensation in the lungs!
On the way, he opened the ancient scroll and took a look. Next to the dead man, there was a lifelike image of a kind tiger old lady.
Under this, the hour is written.
Lu Feng did the math.
This means twelve days!
(End of this chapter)