There were footsteps on the stairs, and the girls in the room were still chattering and laughing, as if they were not surprised, they had already known that someone would come.
The footsteps finally came to an end, and a person walked into the room from the stairs. Seeing this person, Lu Xiaofeng almost fell from the tree in shock.
That man had a shiny bald head and wore a hundred-pin robe. He was actually a monk, and an honest monk at that.
How could it be him? Did he come to beg for alms?
The small building was quite lively now. There was a beggar, a monk, and six beautiful girls or women.
The honest monk went upstairs, and the people in the room didn't think it was strange. It was just like it was normal for a monk to appear here.
The honest monk was not polite. He walked to the table with a low eyebrow and found an empty seat and sat down without saying a word.
"Are you sitting in the wrong seat?" The girl in red with a smile like a silver bell laughed again.
The honest monk's face turned red, and he lowered his head and murmured: "Amitabha, wrong is right, right is wrong, yes, yes."
"You're such a fake monk," the woman in red said with a sweet smile, "Could it be that the fourth sister is the third sister, and the third sister is the fourth sister?"
She stretched out her hand and pushed the honest monk on the shoulder. Without any effort, she pushed the honest monk to the side of the girl who was dressed very coquettishly and had bright eyes.
The Honest Monk's face turned redder, even the roots of his ears looked hot, and his big bald head looked as if it had been boiled.
The other girls smiled even more happily, and even Ah Tu, who had been silent all this time, smiled.
Although the honest monk looked shy, he was really courageous. He actually covered the hand of the girl next to him, blushed and whispered: "Ouyang. I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"
Lu Xiaofeng almost fell from the tree again.
This monk is really honest and doesn't hide anything he says.
And the girl held by Honest Monk's hand was actually Ouyang Qing who Sikong Zhaixing led Lu Xiaofeng and Su Yang to find!
Ouyang Qing sighed, rolled her eyes at him and said, "How could a greedy and lustful person like you be willing to become a monk? I really can't understand it."
The girl in red clothes smiled and said: "Maybe it was because he became a monk that he discovered the benefits of wealth and sex, and became greedy and lustful."
The honest monk argued: "No, no, no. The monk is not greedy for money, and the monk only wants Ouyang to be alone."
After chatting for a while, Ah Tu suddenly said: "What did you sisters bring back this time? Can you show it to me first?"
The girl in red rushed to say: "Of course, since the third sister came the earliest, we should first see what she brought back?"
The third lady neither objected nor refused, she just slowly stretched out her hand to untie the knot on the baggage, and quickly opened the baggage. Inside the baggage were seventy or eighty account books, large and small.
She said: "My harvest this year was not good, and I rested for more than three months. So I only deposited 188 taels of silver in various banks, but next year I am sure I can get twice as much."
In one year, she earned more than 1.8 million taels of silver. She said the harvest was not good, and even the most powerful gangsters in the underworld did not earn half as much as hers.
Another woman sighed softly and said: "Since there are only more than 1.8 million taels, we have to save a little on our expenses this year." She then asked the woman next to her: "What about you? How is your harvest this year?
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The man smiled and said: "My harvest is pretty good. Recently, there seem to be more and more people who don't want their noses."
Not having a nose means shamelessness. Fortunately, she had already untied the three knots on the baggage she had brought, and there was still a layer of oilcloth inside.
She then untied the oilcloth, and inside there were seventy or eighty noses of different sizes, human noses.
"Of these noses, the most expensive one costs 620,000 taels, and the cheapest one only costs 50 taels. On average, I charge 30,000 taels for cutting off a nose." She smiled. No one could have imagined that this person is gentle and gentle.
Gentle, a woman who is afraid of stepping on ants when she walks can actually cut off the noses of seventy or eighty people with her own hands?
The woman with the scarlet letter covered her mouth, frowned and said, "I remember that you didn't accept business worth less than one hundred thousand in the past, but now you even accept business worth fifty taels."
The woman who cut off her nose said: "Because I figured it out, fifty taels of silver is also silver, and it's very profitable. Why don't I take it? What's more, the things we want to buy are too expensive, so we can only work harder."
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It turns out that they brought so much money and got together to buy something, but why would it be so expensive? Just these two bags alone already cost three to four million taels. Do they want to buy the palace?
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At this time, Jiang Qingxia also slowly opened her baggage.
There are several dragon eye-sized pearls in the baggage. At first glance, each one is worth a lot of money.
The woman in red only glanced at it, shook her head and said: "These beads are no more than thirty to fifty thousand taels at most, which is too few."
Jiang Qingxia smiled and said: "Of course not. This is just a sample. There is no way I can run around with beads like Dendrobium on my back."
Ah Tu also nodded and said with a smile: "If there are eighteen dendrobes like this, they would be worth a lot of money."
The honest monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, if the Buddha saw this money, I'm afraid he would be very happy."
Ouyang Qing rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "You think the Buddha is just like you, a spending monk who only cares about money!"
The honest monk immediately blushed and said with a smile, "I still have you in my eyes."
Ouyang Qing touched the honest monk's bald head and sighed quietly. (In order to avoid misunderstanding, I specially added the word 'above', so that everyone will not have any misunderstanding!!)
Several other women also opened their bags one after another, and the things in their bags were all different.
Lu Xiaofeng and Su Yang were hiding in the trees outside. Their eyes almost dropped when they looked at these packages. Some of the packages contained stacks of silver notes tied with ropes, some were luminous pearls from the Western Regions worth tens of thousands of gold, and some were adulterated.
There are piles of land deeds and real estate, some of which are valuable antique calligraphy and paintings... In short, every small package contains almost a small mountain of gold.
A rough calculation. The package connected to Atu and all the packages on the table are worth more than 20 million taels!
Where did all this money come from? Are all these beautiful women in front of me an embroidery thief? And there are indeed a few things in the package Ouyang Qing brought, which are Hua Yuxuan's stolen antiques!
While the girls were doing all this, the honest monk didn't even raise his eyes. He was still holding Ouyang Qing's hand. It seemed that in his eyes, there was only Ouyang Qing in the world, just like the huge wealth on the table.
There is no attraction for him at all.
The honest monk is dishonest. Even Ouyang said she was greedy and lustful. So why was he unmoved by the wealth?
Could it be said that all this wealth belongs to him?
Or is it that tens of millions of taels is really not much in his opinion?
Lu Xiaofeng and Su Yang looked at each other quietly, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes: How could it be possible, even if the honest monk is the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he would be so happy to open his mouth from ear to ear when he saw twenty million taels of silver in front of his eyes.
Not only was the honest monk indifferent to the money, but the women didn't seem to care much either.
Who are they? Who is the honest monk?
I don't know how long it took, but the honest monk finally moved his eyes away from Ouyang Qing's face and scanned everyone at the table.
His eyes have also changed. If when he looked at Ouyang before, he was like a young man who had just begun to have a love affair, was infatuated and a little green, then his eyes at this time were like a young man who was used to holding hands.
A middle-aged man who has great power and rises to the top.
He said calmly: "I remember you were not the only ones in the red shoes." His target stayed on an empty seat next to the round table.
The seats around the round table are full. Only this seat is empty.
Ah Tu said: "She won't come, don't you know?"
The honest monk said: "How would I know?"
Ouyang Qing reminded him: "Shangguan Feiyan was killed by your good friend Lu Xiaofeng, don't you know?"
Shangguan Feiyan! Lu Xiaofeng, who was eavesdropping outside, was startled to see that Shangguan Feiyan was also a person with red shoes. He turned to look at Su Yang, and Su Yang waved his hand, telling him to calm down and continue listening to them.
The honest monk shook his head: "Lu Xiaofeng generally doesn't kill women, especially beautiful women. Su Yang may."
Su Yang was speechless, when did I become so unbearable? But looking back, I think what the honest monk said is right. He never kills people based on gender, age, or age. The nickname of Blood Sword Pagoda is hundreds of men, women, and children.
It was poured drop by drop with the blood of martial artists.
"I have tried to persuade her a long time ago, but she just refused to listen." Ah Tu shook his head and sighed: "It's my fault. If I had been ruthless enough to detain her for half a year, maybe what happened next would not have happened."
The honest monk nodded, his eyes swept over the faces of these women one by one, and said: "I just hope that there will not be a second Shangguan. Buddha loves money, and he has a way to get it."
Ah Tu said: "I will handle our internal affairs. It's just that the money is less this year. I wonder if you are willing to sell it?"
"If it's less, just be less. Buddha sometimes did business at a loss." The honest monk suddenly smiled, and in a moment he turned into the honest, greedy and lustful monk again.
He reached into his wide sleeves and took out something wrapped in bright yellow satin and handed it to Atu.
After Ah Tu took it, he opened the silk and satin layer by layer, revealing the contents inside.
A statue less than one foot tall, the statue of Zambulu God of Wealth!
Different from the three six-armed yellow, black and red statues I have seen before, this statue is as white as snow, and has only one side and one head. There is no magic weapon in the hand, but there is a soaring blue dragon under the crotch!
White Zambro! (To be continued...)
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There will be an update tomorrow for Christmas. The exact number of updates is uncertain. I will post as many as I write. I will post as I write and I will risk my life to update~~
