"Misunderstanding?" Qin Yuan said cheerfully, "What kind of misunderstanding could there be?"

Xin Yong stamped his feet and said, "Didn't Master Qin imprison several monks yesterday?"

"A few days ago, they were ordered to go out of the temple to beg for alms, but unexpectedly they ran into Lord Qin and ended up being arrested and thrown into jail. I've come here specifically to plead for their safety!"

"May the Buddha have mercy on me. I never do anything illegal!"

Qin Yuan blinked and smiled, "In Jingzhou, I am the law."

"If I say they broke the law, then they broke the law."

Xin Yong laughed dryly: "Master Qin, you are joking again. Who in the world doesn't know Master Qin's name? How could he do such a thing!"

Qin Yuan smiled slightly: "Oh? What's my name?"

Xinyong said, "Lord Qin loves the people like his own children, and his reputation for virtue spreads far and wide. Everyone in the world knows him!"

"I have long admired the great reputation of Master Qin, but unfortunately, I am bound by worldly desires and have never had the chance to meet him. This will be a lifelong regret for me..."

"stop."

Qin Yuan interrupted him and said straight to the point: "So, you are here to rescue someone?"

"Clear up the misunderstanding, clear up the misunderstanding!" Nobunaga replied.

Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "They are not from the Tantric sect, why do you need a Zen sect to rescue them?"

"Ouch!" Xinyong slapped his head, "Master Qin, how could they be from the Tantric sect?"

"Daxiangguo Temple is very famous in my Zen Buddhism."

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Yuan's eyes. Baopuzi would not lie to him. What was going on?

He suppressed his confusion and said with a smile, "Since we're rescuing someone, you should know the rules, right?"

Xinyong said with a forced smile, "Of course, of course!"

"I can't let the brothers in the government office work in vain. How about I raise some money for their tea and water?"

Qin Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head, pretending to drink tea and not hear what he said.

Xin Yong smiled again and said, "How about I go out and find some kind-hearted men and women to donate money to help the disaster victims outside Jingzhou City and rebuild their homes?"

Qin Yuan did not answer, but asked: "It seems that the abbot does not know martial arts."

This dog official is so difficult to deal with!

Xinyong cursed inwardly, but forced a harmless smile on his face and replied:

"For us Buddhist disciples, spreading the Dharma is our primary concern, while cultivating martial arts skills is a secondary concern. We must not confuse the primary and the secondary!"

"Take me for example. I have a deep understanding of Buddhist principles and a compassionate heart. I always win the exams."

"Besides, our Dharma Academy's headmaster has astonishing cultivation, but that's useless, isn't it? He's completely clueless when it comes to exams."

"Last time, halfway through the exam, that guy collapsed. He was sweating profusely and was eventually carried out on a stretcher."

“Alas… Amitabha…”

Nobuyogi sighed deeply.

"So cruel?"

Qin Yuan couldn't help but look at this outspoken, mercenary fat monk with a new respect.

He asked, "What did you take the test on?"

Speaking of this, Xinyong seemed to open up his conversation: "Let me explain briefly. Lord Qin should be familiar with the four kalpas of creation, existence, destruction and emptiness in our Buddhism."

Qin Yuan had no idea, but he remained calm and smiled faintly: "Go on."

Xinyong said, "The calamities are divided into major calamities, medium calamities, and minor calamities."

"The minor kalpa begins at 84,000 years, and decreases by one year every hundred years until it reaches ten years. This is called a decreasing kalpa. Then, starting from ten years on, it increases by one year every hundred years, which is called an increasing kalpa."

"One medium kalpa has twenty small kalpas, and one large kalpa has four medium kalpas."

“Question: How many lifetimes and kalpas have passed since the Buddha’s nirvana?”

Qin Yuan was amused and said speechlessly, "Why don't you take the head of the Dharma Academy over to take a test?"

Xinyong said solemnly, "Master Qin, this is wrong!"

“Even Buddha can’t not eat, right?”

"How much alms are collected every day in the temple, how much food the monks have, and how much lamp oil is consumed are all crucial to the prosperity of Buddhism!"

"For example, I spent a huge amount of money to renovate the temple and carve a golden statue of Buddha. When people see it, they will be filled with awe, and naturally more and more people will turn to Buddha."

"If you have only two or three thatched huts, one or two clay figurines, and a group of monks begging for food every day, who would take you seriously?"

"And it will delay your practice, right?"

Xin Yong seemed to be interested in building a relationship with Qin Yuan, and he became more and more excited as he spoke: "Master Qin, look at this——"

"Since I became abbot, the land owned by the Sufan Temple has increased two hundredfold, the number of believers has increased by an average of 50% per year, and the number of monks has increased by 16% per year. Its influence has become the highest among all the temples in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"The annual income of monks increased from 37 wen per person to 50 guan, and the average temple property increased from 3 guan to 70,000 guan!"

"Although I have worked harder personally, the monks in the temple have said goodbye to the days of living in seclusion under the dim lamps and ancient Buddhas, and having to eat here and there. They no longer have to beg for food on the streets. They can sit in the temple and eat hot porridge and rice, an egg for each meal, and even fruit for evening prayers."

"When they go out to preach, each of them has a large black lacquered cart with a silk cushion, and they are accompanied by sixteen young monks. What a grand and impressive show! Even the governors of the prefecture can't match it!"

hiss……

Seventy thousand strings of cash per person?

This is not a temple, it's clearly a fat sheep!

Qin Yuan finally understood why every few hundred years a ruthless person would appear to destroy Buddhism.

This Buddhist sect is really good at cheating people out of their money.

Fatten them up and then kill them, and there is no crisis that cannot be overcome.

This is a fat sheep that has been delivered to your doorstep. How can you not make some money from it?

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yuan had several drafts in his mind.

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