Hong Zhi was sitting in an empty room with a pot of tea in front of him. The disciple in charge of accounting in the temple was reporting how many offerings he had received today.
Monk Kongji went to the front line of Yangcheng to fight with Long Chen. Pu Xuan and Tang Guolong, the minister of Honglu Temple, went to Wu State for help. Now the oldest person in the temple is Hong Zhi, so he moved his residence to the abbot's room.
The addiction of being an abbot.
"This time I received 2.4 million copper coins, 10,000 taels of silver, and 4,000 gold coins."
"The rest of the items are still being counted, and they are probably much less than in previous years."
Hong Zhi drank tea and was a little unhappy. The number of offerings was too small, much less than in previous years.
"It's true that the house leaked and it rained all night, and there was a war on the front line. I thought I would ask for more money this time to help Junior Brother Kongji, but I didn't expect it would be so much less."
Hong Zhi got up and walked around the abbot's room.
The monk who was in charge of the accounts said: "Uncle, we have not been at peace these years. Long Chengen's brother has caused troubles from time to time. The king has levied additional taxes. Now the people really have no money."
"Moreover, there are fewer people coming to ask for children this year. When I asked them, some people said they didn't want to have children because they didn't have enough food at home."
Hong Zhi nodded and said, "Yes, after years of fighting, the people have long been empty."
"I'm just thinking about the repeated defeats ahead and the death of so many people. There must be many widowed women. They must be looking for children to continue the family tradition."
The soldiers died for their country on the battlefield at the front, and Hong Zhi wanted to fuck their wives behind the scenes. It was really hateful.
The monk who was in charge of the accounts was shocked by Hong Zhi's words. He looked at Hong Zhi like a fool.
If her husband died in the battle at the front, who would go to Zhaoti Temple to ask for a son?
I don’t have a husband, I go to a temple to sleep, and then I get pregnant. Is this normal?
However, Hong Zhi didn't think there was any problem and continued: "That's all, if it's less, it's less. Call Jingyan over."
The monk in charge of the accounts went out immediately, and after a while, Jingyan walked in.
Today, Jingyan is in high spirits, has applied a layer of sesame oil on his body, and is wearing brand new monk robes.
"Uncle."
Jingyan entered the door and bowed happily.
Hong Zhi saw Jingyan so happy and said with a smile: "Is there any beautiful woman you like?"
Jingyan smiled lewdly and said, "We already have her. She is the daughter-in-law of the governor of Guazhou. She is beautiful and her disciple is preparing to go there."
Hong Zhi smiled and said: "Okay, the governor of Guazhou has a relationship with me. You must give him a grandson."
Jingyan chuckled and said, "How dare you disobey your master's orders? I will definitely work hard."
"I wonder if my uncle has a girl he likes this time?"
Although Hong Zhinian was old, his heart was not busy. Every year during the Child-seeking Festival, he would personally carry a gun and go into battle to pray for children for believers.
"Yes, yes, but I am getting old and I don't know if I can get a son for her."
A lewd smile appeared on Hong Zhi's face, which did not match the cassock he was wearing. He looked like an old lewd donkey when he smiled.
Jingyan flattered him and said, "Master, I have a strong body. Why can't I do it? I will definitely be able to get a son for my female benefactor."
Hong Zhi laughed and said: "Well said, let's make a bet this time to see if you and I can have twins."
The obscene monks at Zhaoti Temple are very abominable. After they sexually humiliate female believers, they will bet with each other to see who is more powerful and can give birth to twins.
This Jingyan was extremely talented, and twins were often born to the world, while Hong Zhi occasionally gave birth to twins, so Hong Zhicai said this.
Jingyan chuckled and said: "Uncle, that disciple is probably going to win again."
Hong Zhi shook his head and said with a smile: "Not necessarily, we will know after ten months."
The two of them smiled lustfully and got up to go to Qiuzi Hall.
Long Chen came out of the inn and walked with Zhe'er. The others dispersed and agreed to meet at Qiuzitang of Zhaoti Temple.
Walking on the street, many policemen from Jingzhao Prefecture rushed past on horseback, holding two portraits in their hands, and all the inns and private houses in the city were searched.
"Have you ever seen these two people?"
"Never seen it."
There are also policemen on the road who catch passers-by and question them.
Long Chen glanced at it, and saw one picture of himself made up as a little plum, and the other picture of Zhu Er.
"Sir, what about the portrait?"
Zhe'er saw that the portrait was somewhat similar to Long Chen, and he vaguely guessed it.
Long Chen didn't answer, just laughed it off.
Avoiding the search by the government officials, Long Chen and Zhe'er arrived at Zhaoti Temple.
The door was open, and the monks were all in the Refuge Hall and Qiuzi Hall. No one cared about the pilgrims coming in and out, and no one stopped Long Chen and Zhe Er.
The spies from the West Factory came in one after another at this time, Zhe'er gestured to them, and everyone slowly walked towards the backyard.
Long Chen and Zhe'er walked at the front.
Go through the side hall next to the Refuge Hall and pass through a door to the Qiuzi Hall. Behind the Qiuzi Hall is the Qiuzi Room.
It was getting dark at this time, and the lanterns in the temple were lit.
There were monks guarding the door, but at this time they all went to eat.
The other brothers were having fun in the child-seeking room, but they had to guard the door. Needless to say, they felt resentful in their hearts.
So I left when I got there, not caring if anyone came in.
Long Chen walked in and said, "I thought I was going to kill a few bald donkeys, but I didn't expect that I ran away."
Zhe'er said: "There may be someone inside."
The two of them continued walking inside and arrived at the child-seeking room. Sure enough, there were several warrior monks sitting in front of them.
They were talking dirty words, and it was because that senior brother was so powerful that he found a beautiful female benefactor.
These monks will show off themselves after the Child-seeking Festival and tell stories about female believers, such as those with big breasts and fat buttocks.
When Long Chen walked in, the monk immediately stood up and yelled: "Stop, this is Qiuzi Hall, how dare you break in!"
The monk stared angrily, holding an iron rod in his hand, and looked like he was about to take action if he disagreed.
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Oh, it turns out this is the Qiuzi Hall. My wife and I went to the wrong place."
Zhe'er pretended to be sweet and said: "Masters, please forgive me, I didn't mean to collide with you."
The monks took a closer look and saw that the folded ears were quite juicy, and they suddenly became lustful.
The other brothers and sisters have women, and they are all agitated here, and it just so happens that a beautiful girl like Zhe'er comes here.
"Female donor, are you also here to ask for a child?"
A lewd monk came over with a shy face, while another lewd monk used an iron rod to separate Long Chen.
Zhe'er nodded slightly and said, "The slave family came here with my husband to ask for a son."
The lustful monk's eyes were lustrous and he said covetously: "Little lady, we are also begging for a child, and we can also help you beg for a child."
Zhe'er kept backing up and said: "The slaves drew lots and said they will come tomorrow, but today we really went the wrong way."
Long Chen stood beside him and smiled apologetically: "Masters, we are here for tomorrow, not today. We will come back tomorrow."
As he said that, Long Chen made a gesture of leaving. The other monks immediately grabbed Long Chen's clothes and said with a vicious smile: "Don't leave once you're here. Don't you want your wife to have an heir?"
The obscene monk grabbed Zhe Er's sleeve and said with a smile: "Little lady, we are here to beg you for a son in front of your husband!"
