Daming Super Daddy

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"You are too self-effacing!" Zhu Song laughed, and said, "Okay, let's get down to business! This king is here for a big event. If this matter is done well, I guarantee that your Baocha Temple can surpass Famen Temple is well known to the people all over the world!"

People have desires, regardless of fame, money, women... Why did old monk Yuan Kun vigorously promote physiognomy, geomancy, and fortunetelling in this Buddhist holy place? It was not for fame and money.

So after hearing Zhu Song's words, the old monk's eyes suddenly glowed brilliantly, and his whole body seemed to be rejuvenated.

"My lord, are you serious about what my lord said?" Yuan Kun trembled as he spoke.

"How could this king lie to you?" Zhu Song smiled lightly, "As long as you own everything to this king and keep your mouth shut afterwards, this king will guarantee that your Baocha Temple is more famous than Famen Temple!"

"Don't worry, my lord. In the future, the poor monk will look up to you. Whatever you ask the poor monk to do, the poor monk will do!"

This time, Yuan Kun was completely exposed. What kind of bullshit is a high-ranking monk and what a majestic treasure elephant is, they are all false in front of real money.

"Sycophants!" Zhu Youxuan disliked these sycophants the most, seeing Yuan Kun's face, he immediately said contemptuously.

"My son's words are wrong!" This is really a bit rude, but this guy didn't care at all, and a smile appeared on his face, "As the saying goes, a man who knows current affairs is a hero, although a poor monk is not a hero, But I also understand this truth.”

"Okay, this king appreciates the master's attitude!" Zhu Song laughed, and said: "Come on, this king will talk to you..." (To be continued.)

Chapter 2 Shen Qianhua debuts

Just as Zhu Song and old monk Yuan Kun were discussing the major event they planned, Baocha Temple also welcomed a big family at this moment.

Several carriages parked steadily in front of the gate of Baocha Temple, and around the carriages were more than 50 guards riding tall horses, wearing light armor and with long knives across their waists.

With people with such a big profile and such a blatant way of showing off, the monks of Baocha Temple don't know that this is a big client. If they don't kill them severely, wouldn't they be sorry for themselves?

As a result, the clever monk hurried into the meditation room at the back to report, while on the other side, the monks in the outer courtyard behaved as usual without any abnormalities.

Why?

You can't let this big family see the flaws, and look down on Baocha Temple anymore, can you?

Boom boom boom!

The monk knocked eagerly on the wooden door of the meditation room, and at the same time said: "Abbot, abbot!"

Squeak!

The door of the meditation room was pushed open from the inside, and one of Zhu Song's soldiers showed his head, and said, "Why is it so urgent? Don't you know that my prince is in the meditation room?"

"Ah?" Seeing that it was a soldier, the monk first yelled in surprise, then remembered that King Han came down to Baocha Temple, and hurriedly apologized: "Amitabha, it's the little monk who has cumed!"

"Let him in!" Just as the soldier was about to send the monk away, Zhu Song's voice came from the meditation room, "We are just guests, how can we overwhelm the host?"

"Yes, my lord!" The soldier was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Come in!"

After entering the meditation room, the monk first took a quick look at the meditation room. At the moment, there were 14 people in the meditation room. Except for King Han and his subordinates, the abbot of his family was sitting on the futon with his eyes slightly closed, very comfortable.

"My little monk has seen the thousand-year-old king of Han!"

The monk clasped his hands together, saluted Zhu Song first, and then said to Yuan Kun: "Abbot, there is a benefactor coming outside. He looks quite wealthy for the benefactor. There are about fifty people accompanying him alone. Are you a benefactor?" Why don't you welcome me in person?"

Although there are not a few people who come to Baocha Temple to read and tell fortunes, those high-ranking officials are extremely low-key, and they often only bring a few accompanying guards, and they don't bring so many accompanying people in a high-profile way.

Most of those who can and dare to do this are merchants.

After all, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants are the last, so these merchants don't care about extravagance and waste.

No way, too much money, self-willed!

And it is precisely these merchants who are the most trustworthy and generous to Baocha Temple. They often donate a lot of incense money after such a count, so this monk is so eager.

"Don't worry!" Yuan Kun squinted his eyes halfway, with the same indifferent look on his face, and said, "Kongqiu, you have been in the temple for ten years, where have you been practicing Buddhism for so many years?"

"Amitabha, it's the little monk who is angry!" The monk named Kongqiu said the Buddha's name, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

"Okay, if that benefactor is really here for fortune-telling, you can just invite him here in a while!" In front of outsiders and monks in the temple, Yuan Kun always behaved majesticly.

"Huang San, go out and ask those Jinyi guards who came with us, if they know the origin of that person outside, if you can find out, bring in all the information about that person outside!"

Seeing the monk leave the meditation room, Zhu Song turned his head and said to Huang San.

In fact, Zhu Song had known for a long time that Jin Yiwei was following them. Although he was a little uncomfortable at first, he felt as if he was being followed.

But later he also figured it out, and he followed if he wanted to. Anyway, Mu Su did this for his own safety.

But what about Yuan Kun?

Doctors pay attention to seeing, hearing, and asking. In fact, the same is true for fortune-telling and physiognomy. Of course, compared with doctors and doctors, these physiognomy masters are more subtle.

The reason why Zhu Song asked Huang San to go out to investigate was just to sell Yuan Kun's face and save him the steps of looking, hearing and asking.

A slap in the face and a sweet jujube, but Zhu Song used his skills to be perfect.

No, a look of gratitude immediately appeared on the face of the old monk Yuan Kun, and when he looked at Zhu Song again, he felt more of a sense of belonging.

Not long after, Huang San led a very ordinary-looking young man in coarse clothes into the meditation room.

"My lord, who is this person?" The image of this young man is really far from Yuan Kun's impression of wearing a flying fish suit with spring knives embroidered on his waist and hips. Is this Jin Yiwei?

Zhu Song ignored Yuan Kun, but said to the man, "Tell me everything you know."

"Kowtow to the prince!" The young man saluted Zhu Song first, and then said: "Return to Prince Bing, the man outside is named Shen Qianhua, and he is from Yin County, Ningbo Prefecture. This man has a lot of money in his family. The chief envoys all have restaurants and cloth shops..."

The young man told Shen Qianhua's situation in detail, and even told how many women Shen Qianhua had raised in the brothel.

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At this moment, the people in the carriage outside finally arrived in front of Baocha Temple under the guard.

The one walking in the front was a slightly fat middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes, and beside him were two beautiful women who were walking in the wind and swinging willows.

The two women held the middle-aged man's arms in public, and they didn't shy away from it at all.

Behind the middle-aged man is a woman who looks to be in her twenties. She is pretty and cute. Although her clothes are fresh but noble, her expression is slightly indifferent.

Behind them are those tall guards, they guard the safety of the first four people, their eyes are sharp.

"Hahaha, is this the Baocha Temple?" The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I have heard the name of Baocha Temple a long time ago, but I just didn't have the chance to come here. I must visit Master Yuan Kun today!"

"Oh, master, this Master Yuan Kun doesn't easily tell fortunes for others." The beautiful woman holding the left arm of the middle-aged man gave a coquettish voice, and said: "As a concubine, let's just look at it casually."

"Yes, master!" Another glamorous woman stuck her whole body on the middle-aged man, "I'll come out of here later, I still want to go to Famen Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha!"

"Hmph, two vixens!"

Looking at the two beautiful women in front, the pretty girl in the back looked even more ugly.