Is the global human race disappearing? Then I will become an immortal

These words made everyone's hearts itch and they began to look forward to it.

After all, it would definitely be very satisfying if he could slap Huikong in the face in the next second.

But as Mu Bai opened the door of the thatched house, they were all speechless.

The thatched house is ventilated and simple, with only a bed and a table.

The table was badly corroded by insects and ants and was crumbling.

The bed was even more plain. The dry bed board was covered with thick straw and covered with a quilt full of patches.

It can be said that this room has nothing good except for being tidy and clean.

I’m afraid beggars will frown when they come.

"The dilapidated house made all the donors laugh."

After saying this, Huikong felt a little proud.

After all, in this era, there are a few monks who can practice hard for decades like him.

Mu Bai lost interest after taking a glance and continued to walk forward.

Through the bamboo forest, there is a stream flowing down from the top of the mountain. Beside the stream, there is a quaint manor.

The manor covers an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, and its surface is mainly made of yellow paint and glazed tiles, like a small temple.

Seeing this, Mubai Stopped.

Huikong immediately introduced

"This place is the former residence of Prince Jin, and it does not belong to my Buddhist property."

When they heard that it was the prince's former residence, everyone became interested and spoke curiously.

"How many years have passed since the fall of the Qing Dynasty? Don’t you want to tell us that there is still a prince here?"

Huikong shook his head.

"Of course not, the prince passed away fifty years ago, and no one lives in this courtyard now."

Having said this, he paused slightly and spoke again

"That is to say, during weekdays, novice monks come and go during cleaning. At other times, the manor is locked. This is also to warn us not to be tainted by the greed of the world."

At the end of the sentence, Huikong's voice was a little low. He obviously lost confidence.

Everyone did not notice the change in Huikong's tone. Instead, they stared at Mubai excitedly.

Mubai pushed it casually, and the cinnabar door was pushed open. , it was not locked at all.

Huikong was startled, but he still had the courage to explain.

"Maybe there was a novice cleaning the house, and then he came here, so naturally he didn't bother to lock the door."

Everyone was unconvinced about his explanation.

Mubai also walked into the manor, without stopping at all, and stepped directly into the hall.

At this moment, even Mubai was dumbfounded.

As for the students in God's Space, all of them couldn't help but utter an exclamation

"I am Cao!"

"My Cao, so dazzling!"

"Darling, how much does this cost?"

I saw dozens of gold bars stacked on the pale yellow Eight Immortals table, shining brightly under the sunlight.

More attentive students discovered that each of these gold bars was a large gold bar weighing five kilograms.

After careful counting, there were enough As much as thirty yuan.

One hundred and fifty kilograms!

You must know that one gram of gold today is about four hundred.

That one kilogram is 1000g, which is four hundred thousand!

That piece of gold is two million!

And this is thirty yuan!

Sixty million!

"Oh my god, there’s sixty million on the table!"

As the voice exclaimed, Huikong was also dumbfounded, with disbelief on his face.

How could there be so much money?

Where did it come from?

Is this still the Lingshan Temple where he stayed?

At this moment, he felt that there was so much money in front of him. Lingshan Temple is so strange

"Monk, wouldn't you say that all this gold was left behind by the prince?"

When Huikong heard this, he wanted to nod immediately. After all, he felt that although his temple was mired in greed, it was impossible for him to be greedy for so much money.

"That prince is really rich. All the furniture is made of golden nanmu, and even the curtains are embroidered with gold thread. Look at the picture of snow on Mount Song. Isn’t this a Song Dynasty antique that was sold for 30 million yuan? Could it be that the prince also took this photo?"

The knowledgeable person immediately showed off and started talking.

The classmates were shocked and Huikong lowered his head in shame.

He seemed to have some impression. He remembered that his master said that the prince came here as a refugee and was poor..

This residence was also built for him with funds from Buddhism.

How could such a person use golden nanmu, how could he have so much money.

If it is not his, it means that these are all embezzled by their eminent monks from Lingshan Temple.

See This made Huikong extremely heartbroken and hated these fellow disciples extremely.

‘Why can't you be like me, a practitioner with a pure heart and few desires?’

"I, Cao, Brother Bai just ignored that pile of gold, what was he doing?"

"He picked up the phone. Isn't there a payslip under the phone?"

"Brother Bai, there is a treasure below. What phone are you looking at?"

"I'm Cao, this phone belongs to the abbot."

"You are so good at playing, there are two big Western horses!"

There happened to be a message on my phone.

It said, Mr. Fang!

【Abbot, I came to Western Malaysia recently, and I have arranged two for you. See you there tonight. 】

Huikong looked at this text message blankly and cursed angrily.

"You bastard, senior brother, what have you done?"

The classmates also laughed.

"I heard that the abbot is a seventy-year-old monk. Can he really ride two Western horses?"

"I didn’t expect the abbot to be so good at playing, and even at such an old age, he still sells Western goods."

"Huikong was dumbfounded. He didn’t expect that your senior brother and my sword will never grow old."

"You see, Brother Bai is excited, he also wants this technique."

Sure enough, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Bai's mouth, and for a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the monitor.

Su Qingya felt that the atmosphere was not right, and sighed, secretly cursing the pervert!

Everyone laughed, and at the same time thought in their hearts , Brother Bai will go find the exercises later, and he should keep them in mind, and practice them when he returns home.

Mu Bai put down his cell phone and picked up the A4 paper on the desktop. There were dense forms on it, and the five rules of Lingshan Temple were written on them. monthly income

"kindness? Could this be a payslip? Oh my god, Brother Bai found a treasure"

"Let me take a look at the salary slip for May. The first one is named Huiyun, with a basic salary of 30,000!"

"My Cao, thirty thousand!"

"I have never seen the world, but there will be a subsidy of 8,300 yuan from the church. Cao, this subsidy is higher than my father’s salary."

"The legal division is 300,000? The donations raised by pilgrims were divided into 1.3 million! Oh my god, this...."

"Being a monk makes so much money, can you earn more than 1.6 million a month?"

"It is said that Buddhism has a strong ability to make money, but I didn’t expect it to be so strong."

The classmates were chattering and looked at Huikong one after another.

Huikong clasped his hands together in pain and whispered Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

"Hey, look for Huikong!"

"I discovered it, I, Cao, great monk, you are very good at acting!"

Huikong looked up blankly and saw his name on the pay slip.

‘Huikong, the basic salary is 28,000, the church subsidy is 5,000, the ritual share is none, and the pilgrims’ donations are 830,000! '

Looking at the high salary slip, Huikong was also frightened and waved his hand hurriedly.

"The poor monk never received a salary, and all his daily expenses were paid by the temple."

But the next moment, Huikong's entire Buddha heart collapsed.

Mu Bai turned to the next page and it read clearly

‘Junior Brother Huikong paid 13,800 yuan this month and checked in 300,000 yuan for his wife and concubines at home, leaving 13.8 million yuan on the card!’

"This is impossible!"

"Donor, please listen to my explanation!"

"This is not true. The poor monk really has no wives or concubines."

"The poor monk was wronged because he did not have so much money."

But everyone ignored it, because as soon as this incident came out, Huikong's status in their hearts completely changed.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Huikong was filled with grief and anger, and kowtowed on the spot with a bang.