The next morning, Lin Xi and Fu Jingyao went downstairs for breakfast.
The people from Yuanqing Temple were waiting at the restaurant early in the morning, and the table was full of various breakfast dishes.
Master Jingyuan waved and greeted, "Good morning, Junior Grandmaster."
Lin Xi glanced around and said, "Yun Yan isn't here."
Master Jingyuan explained, "My disciple has been staying in Anchuan for too long. Last night, I escorted those two people back to the capital overnight. I'll be busy for a while."
Lin Xi sat down. "Let's eat first."
At her command, more than twenty people set off.
Master Jingyuan stuffed himself with steamed buns, his cheeks bulging, and asked, "Little Grandmaster, when are you going back to the capital?"
Lin Xi replied briefly, "I'll leave after I finish eating."
"So fast!" Master Jingyuan pleaded, "You've come all this way, please stay a little longer."
Lin Xi asked expressionlessly, "Yuanqing Temple has collapsed, where am I supposed to go?"
Master Jingyuan chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, it will be built eventually."
Lin Xi urged, "Old man, don't just sit idle. Hurry up and rebuild the Taoist temple. I'll come to inspect it in a few months."
Master Jingyuan shifted his position and called out in a strained voice, "Grandmaster, I'm getting old, this matter is up to you."
Fu Jingyao looked at Lin Xi, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Your junior grandmaster has made the decision, I'll listen to her."
Master Jingyuan was extremely helpless and had no choice but to move it back.
He saw the status of the Fu family; Fu Jingyao was a love-struck fool, and his master was the most important person in the world.
Master Jingyuan said weakly, "Little Grandmaster, you promised before, and you can't go back on your word now."
Lin Xi took a sip of millet porridge. "Yuanqing Temple must be built, but you can't just lie around and wait for my husband to pay for everything."
Master Jingyuan understood.
The young master was warning everyone that although her husband was rich, he wasn't a sucker and would only cultivate Yuanqing Temple.
Oh, so the little grandmaster has learned to protect her husband.
He finished this bowl of dog food first.
Master Jingyuan swallowed what was in his mouth, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "Little Grandmaster, I understand what you mean. Yuanqing Temple has a share for all its disciples. This money should not be paid out entirely by you, Little Grandmaster. We will earn our own living and work hard to make money."
Lin Xi gave a faint "hmm," saying that it's difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Fu Jingyao's preparations were undoubtedly the best, and the disciples would feel a great sense of loss when they returned to the Taoist temple.
Excessive help will be taken for granted, and unconditional kindness will be taken for granted.
Lin Xi didn't want to disturb her disciples' original lives, nor did she want them to develop a habit of slacking off.
You can only feel a sense of participation in your own life by striving for it yourself.
The old man is sensible and reliable in critical moments, so Yuanqing Temple is being handed over to him.
Master Jingyuan winked and said, "The Taoist temple is our home; its reconstruction depends on everyone."
"Our Grandmaster is paying, we..."
"Do everything in your power!!"
Ling Xiao was the first to agree, "I have savings, so I can help my fellow disciples get by for a while."
Xu Yuan raised his hand, "I'm strong, I'll help move the bricks."
Nantian raised his little hand, "I, I'll applaud for you."
Master Jingyuan raised his right hand and coughed.
Everyone stood up and shouted in unison, "Young Master, Young Master, thank you for your hospitality! We will strive hard and never give up!"
Lin Xi covered her face awkwardly, realizing she had overthought things.
An old man led them in chanting slogans every day, and everyone at Yuanqing Temple was outstanding.
She coughed lightly. "Sit down and eat."
Fu Jingyao put down a business card. "Xixi and I will be leaving soon. The architects are surveying the terrain, and the construction team is on their way. Feel free to make any requests. If you can't handle something, come to me."
Master Jingyuan carefully put it away, unable to contain his joy. "Hehe, thank you, Grandmaster. I wish you a safe journey. Bye-bye."
Without the young master, relying on this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, it would take at least three years to build Yuanqing Temple.
With his personal contact number, I'll never be afraid again.
Master Jingyuan's eyes were brimming with tears. "Little Grandmaster, Little Grandmaster, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Grandmaster Junior Master. Please visit Yuanqing Temple often when you have time."
Bye-bye, see you later.
After dinner, Lin Xi and Fu Jingyao took a plane back to Beijing.
...
For three days and three nights, Lin Xi lay flat in the Imperial Garden, almost turning into a dried-out salted fish.
She rolled over. "I tell the old men to work hard, but I'm lying in bed. Is it really okay to say one thing to their faces and another to their backs?"
Fu Jingyao looked down at her and said, word by word, "Being Mrs. Fu doesn't require effort, it only requires spending money."
Lin Xi propped her chin up and asked, "If I spend 10,000 a day, how long will it take me to spend it all?"
Fu Jingyao smiled, "Xixi, be bold. Ten thousand a day is nothing. It's not even enough for pocket money. I've had at least eight figures in my pocket since I was a child."
Lin Xi felt envious, jealous, and resentful.
He truly is the favored son of Heaven, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and regards money as dirt.
At my poorest, I only had ten million in my bank account!
She had never seen more money in her entire life.
Lin Xi boldly imagined how to spend ten million a day.
Eat until you're stuffed, drink until you're full, and then... get up every day from a 100-square-meter bed, wander around a 100,000-square-meter villa, and can't find a toilet even after walking for ten minutes, eventually dying from holding it in.
As expected, people who are used to being poor won't spend ten million even if given that much; they'll just let their imaginations run wild based on the descriptions in domineering CEO novels.
Lin Xi asked curiously, "What do we do when the flowers are all gone?"
Fu Jingyao gently tapped the tip of her nose, "Xixi, you underestimate your husband. My wealth is more than I could spend in eighteen lifetimes, at least this much..."
He whispered an astronomical figure in her ear, and Lin Xi was shocked for three seconds before her eyes lit up with a golden light.
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