@@The days in the Taoist temple are very regular. After morning classes, you will plant the land and work when you need to.

Jingsong was the commander-in-chief, standing in the courtyard watching the disciples work.

Yunxiu came over quietly, "Master, they are here."

"Are you leaving?" Jingsong sighed: "Somehow, as soon as these people came, Master's eyes kept dancing.

It’s good to go, it’s good to go!”

"Taoist Priest!"

Yang Xuan came over and said, "The Taoist Master looked at the Xianfeng Taoist Bones. He must have succeeded in his cultivation!"

Jingsong smiled and said, "What's the point of practicing as an outsider? It's just to realize the great way."

"That makes sense. However, I think my life in Guanzhong is a bit poor!"

Sangzhou was poor, and Qingyunguan had a salt well without any thought of making a fortune, so life was very tight.

Yang Xuan pointed at the patches on Yunxiu's Taoist robe and sighed, "He is indeed a righteous man and is not greedy for external things."

"Haha!" Jingsong felt that this kind man's eyes were not kind.

"Is there a good person who can add incense to your temple?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Of course there is." After Jingsong finished speaking, he realized that Yunxiu was giving him a wink, as if to be alert.

Yunxiu, what does this mean?

Jingsong was puzzled.

Yang Xuan said with a smile: "Second child!"

"Coming!"

Wang Laoer came over with a baggage and put it on the ground.

"This is..." Jingsong asked. "A little thought." Yang Xuan waved his hand, "Second brother, open it!"

Wang Laoer opened the baggage... Only then did Jingsong realize that the baggage cloth was the toughest Qianzhou cloth.

Unpack the baggage.

More than ten ingots of gold are shining.

Oh my God!

Gold is not a currency in circulation, but there are gold and silver exchange merchants everywhere. The powerful, powerful, and wealthy people buy gold and silver privately, charging as much as they can.

According to them, copper coins are bulky, tend to rust, and cause a copper-smelling smell throughout the house. But gold and silver are different. They can be kept for many years and can be passed down to children and grandchildren.

"This... is too much." Jingsong was stunned for a moment before he woke up and shook his head, "I can't accept it."

He is a man of integrity!

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Just accept it."

What is the purpose of this person's generous giving of money?

Could it be...

Jingsong looked at the statue and thought that this inheritance had been passed down for hundreds of years and could not be destroyed in the hands of a poor Taoist.

But if he didn't give it, the man looked friendly, but the big men behind him looked fierce, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"May I ask what the good man wants?" Jingsong asked.

"I won't move at the Taoist temple!" Yang Xuan reassured Jingsong with one sentence, and then pointed to the back, "I have a business at home and have taken a fancy to the salt well."

"Oh!" Jingsong became more and more relaxed, "Is it just mining some salt?"

Yang Xuan nodded, "Yes!"

"That's easy." Jingsong said casually: "Just mine, but don't make any noise, lest the gods won't like it."

"I'm afraid the noise is unavoidable." Yang Xuan said, "Try your best!"

Jingsong was stunned, "Is the business big?"

“Big!”

"How big is it?" Jingsong thought of two local businessmen who were also the largest sponsors of Qingyun Temple.

I donate thirty or fifty yuan every time I come.

"Here..." Yang Xuan pointed to the land, "it will be a construction site."

Salt is collected, transported, and refined nearby...

The best way is to relocate the Taoist temple.

"This..." No matter how stupid Jingsong is, he realizes that something is wrong, "May I ask a good person, what kind of business is this?"

There was no shortage of salt in the Tang Dynasty!

When the two local businessmen saw the salt well, they just sighed, saying that it had to be refined to make it, and the price was more expensive than what was sold in the DPRK, so they couldn't do this business.

Yang Xuan said: "Do some small business."

These people definitely came here on purpose. In other words, they had long since taken a fancy to the salt well behind the Taoist temple.

Rich businessman...Sangzhou rich businessman!

Jingsong blurted out, "You are a wealthy businessman from Sangzhou!"

Qingyun Temple is six miles away

There is a barren field that I have been cultivating for many years, plus a free salt well, so I am completely self-sufficient.

When you can live a self-sufficient life, you will naturally be less curious about the outside world. You can recite scriptures and practice every day... Gradually, people's desires will also decrease...

Jingsong left Su County only a handful of times in his life, but there were many knowledgeable and kind people among the believers. Every time he came, they would talk to him and talk about the outside world.

When the two donors mentioned the wealthy businessmen of Sangzhou, they couldn't hide their envy. They said how big their business was, how their lives were, and their network of connections...

Seeing a living person at this moment, Jingsong felt that he had a good temperament and was rich. But once this place turns into a construction site, people's peaceful days will be gone.

Yunxiu said: "Doesn't Master know Chief Chen from Zhoujie?"

Ahem!

Jingsong thought of Chief Chen... whom he met last time when he went to Zhoucheng to do business. Chief Chen said casually: "Do it well."

"Master Chen is quite majestic." Jingsong picked up the tiger skin and said, "Good man, please look for salt wells elsewhere!"

"Master Chen?" Yang Xuan glanced at He Lianyan.

He Lianyan shook his head, and Jingsong felt happy when he saw it, thinking that he must be afraid.

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of horse hooves was heard outside, followed by the roar of people.

"Why are you blocking the road?" someone shouted.

"dismount!"

"This is Sangzhou, how brave you are!"

"If you don't dismount, I'll shoot you!"

"Stop, everyone, step back!"

A middle-aged man's voice came, and then there was silence for a while.

"Okay." Someone outside said.

Then, a middle-aged man walked in.

He turned his eyes, scanning the crowd, and finally stopped at Yang Xuan.

Saluting. Jingsong was startled and quickly avoided it.

The man said respectfully: "I have met the Duke."

Boom!

Jingsong felt like his forehead was exploding.

"The Duke..."

He glanced at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan frowned, "You are..."

The man said: "Xiaoguan, don't drive Xiaolan to Sangzhou. I heard that the Duke of Guo was visiting here, so you wanted to come in person to accompany him, but you happened to have something important to do and couldn't get away, so you ordered your subordinate to come to the Duke of Guo to listen to his orders.

"

Logically speaking, Sangzhou does not fall under the jurisdiction of Northern Xinjiang, so Xiao Lan should be more respectful and be done with it.

But he couldn't stand the reputation of the Duke of Qin in front of him. Just thinking of his illustrious military exploits in the north made Xiao Lan feel alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Good people will not come!
To be continued...