Li Baolong drove straight to Qingyang Palace. Upon getting out of the car, he saw Daoist Mingyue standing there. The two exchanged warm greetings. Daoist Mingyue glanced at Li Baolong and saw his ruddy complexion and a purplish aura emanating from his head. He knew perfectly well that this man must have received a great opportunity.
Li Baolong smiled and said, "Daoist Master, I'm here this time to donate two million to the temple to repair the main gate. This will surely attract more lay Buddhists in the future." Upon hearing this, Daoist Master Mingyue was overjoyed and beamed with happiness. He thought to himself that Li Baolong was truly a grateful person, and that his help last time had not been in vain.
Li Baolong turned around, took a large bag off the car, handed it to Daoist Mingyue, and said, "Daoist, I still have to go to Qingcheng Mountain. We'll meet again if fate allows." After saying that, he got into the car and drove away in a cloud of dust.
Upon arriving at the Taoist inn on the back mountain of Qingcheng Mountain, Li Baolong was stunned as soon as he got out of the car; the changes were too great. The inn's buildings were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, with two rows of two-story buildings being painted, and workers busily and methodically at work. Li Baolong stepped into the inn's hall, and a middle-aged Taoist priest saw him and hurriedly ran over to bow, saying, "Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!" Li Baolong waved his hand and asked, "Where is Qingfeng?" The middle-aged Taoist priest replied, "My senior brother is leading the repairs of the mountain gate up ahead." Li Baolong said, "Then take me to see him."
Following the middle-aged Taoist priest to the mountainside, they saw Master Qingfeng gesturing with a group of people. Master Qingfeng, with his sharp eyes, spotted Li Baolong and immediately ran over to pay his respects. Li Baolong waved his hand, saying, "Don't bother, take me up the mountain to see your master." With that, the two began their ascent to the summit.
The path up the mountain was smooth and easy to walk on; it didn't take long, and he reached the summit in half an hour. On the way, Qingfeng told Li Baolong, "The 100 million yuan allocated for the temple's renovation is almost gone. Fortunately, some lay Buddhists donated another 2 million yuan, so we're planning to renovate the temple gate." Li Baolong replied nonchalantly, "Don't worry about the money; let's see Master first."
Entering Yun Shiba's room, the old Taoist priest was meditating. Seeing Li Baolong enter, he jumped up and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle." Li Baolong told him to dispense with the formalities and sat down, saying, "I came this time to see how the Taoist temple's renovations are going. I have to go to the Western Regions for a while; I don't know when I'll be back." Qingfeng quickly brought up two bowls of tea. Li Baolong picked up the tea, took a sip, and his eyes lit up: "This tea is quite good. Will we be able to pick new tea in a few months?" Master Qingfeng smiled and replied, "You arranged for us to plant an extra hundred acres last time; it can't be wrong." Li Baolong nodded in satisfaction.
Yun Shiba then told Li Baolong, "Grand Uncle, we have news of our eldest brother. He passed away more than twenty years ago in Taiwan. His son is now the owner of Fukang Technology Company in Taiwan, named Guo Da." Li Baolong pondered, "Hmm, their descendants will gradually emerge. Those senior brothers who followed Partridge Whistle down the mountain will definitely have descendants as well. The Moving Mountain Taoist sect will also have its lineage. If we repair the Taoist temple and increase its fame, they will know about it and naturally recognize their ancestors." Yun Shiba chanted, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings."
At night, Li Baolong sat on the futon where the old Taoist had once practiced, silently reciting the incantation for the Seventy-Nine Daoist Techniques, over and over again, forty-nine times in total. After finishing, he felt his spiritual energy swell, his Daoist techniques reaching their peak, as if they could erupt at any moment. With a thought, Li Baolong opened his spatial storage, took out two boxes of gold, each weighing fifty kilograms, and ten boxes of Chinese yuan, totaling twenty million, and neatly arranged them before the portrait of Yun Jizi. He then picked up the Qiankun Sword and silently recited the incantation. A flash of light appeared, and Li Baolong directly broke through to the eighth level of Great Perfection, entering the ninth level of Initial Stage. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally! It seems the old Taoist Yun Jizi also loves money. Seeing how genuinely I helped the temple, he gave me his last bit of spiritual energy."
At this moment, Yun Shiba and Qingfeng stood at the door, dumbfounded. Li Baolong walked over, looking somewhat tired, and said, "I've made a breakthrough in my Taoist cultivation, I'm tired, I'm going back to rest for a while. Keep those valuables that were given to the Taoist temple." After saying that, he went back to his room to rest. Yun Shiba and Qingfeng bowed respectfully to his retreating figure.
Early in the morning, Li Baolong ate breakfast with Qingfeng and Yun Shiba, then went down the mountain with Qingfeng. Upon arriving at the Taoist inn, Li Baolong said goodbye to Qingfeng and sped away in his car.
Back in Chengdu, Li Baolong invited Honghong to dinner. As soon as they met, Honghong asked, "When you came back last time, were you with your cousin Huang Jian?" Li Baolong nodded and poured out his heart about everything that had happened in the past six months. Honghong was astonished, exclaiming, "I never imagined so much had happened! Myanmar is like a den of dragons and tigers, yet you managed to integrate them and develop together. Huang Jian is doing very well there too." Honghong sighed and added, "I have nothing to do with him anymore. Now, you're the only one in my heart. You've made a lot of money, yet you haven't forgotten to give back to impoverished families and children. I admire you from the bottom of my heart." They chatted for a long time. Li Baolong mentioned he was going to the Western Regions in a few days, and Honghong insisted on going with him, saying she wanted to see it for herself. Li Baolong thought about it and figured having company wouldn't be bad, so he agreed.
These past few days, Li Baolong has been incredibly busy. He met with several high-ranking officials in Sichuan Province, announcing that the 10 billion yuan poverty alleviation fund he donated had arrived in the account. The funds were initially distributed as subsidies for rice, flour, and cooking oil to impoverished families in the Liangshan area, with each family receiving an additional 10,000 yuan, all of which have been disbursed. Furthermore, the renovation project for dilapidated school buildings in all primary schools in Sichuan Province has commenced. This year, 300 new school buildings will be constructed, requiring over 3 billion yuan, which Li Baolong has donated in full. The following day, he contacted high-ranking naval officials, announcing a further donation of 1 billion US dollars to purchase Russian destroyers. This series of large-scale donations astonished the bigwigs, who were all wondering just how wealthy Li Baolong truly was. They only knew that during the Hong Kong financial crisis, he invested 50 billion US dollars and earned 20 billion; this amount was nothing to him now.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
