After hearing Zhang Wuji's comments on the matter, Zhou Zhiruo felt much better.
Yu Fei also smiled and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhou, what do you think? Is this gold coin worth spending?"
…
Zhang Wuji and his two companions strolled in Panlong Courtyard. After a while, a magnificent temple appeared before their eyes, standing out from the crowd.
Yu Fei said with a smile: "Young Master, Sister Zhou, you see, this temple is most likely dedicated to the emperors of the Yuan Empire."
"Let's go and take a look."
Zhou Zhiruo said disdainfully: "They are just a few Mongolian Tartar emperors. What's there to see? I'm afraid it will dirty my eyes."
Zhang Wuji on the side hurriedly said: "Zhiruo, it's okay to go and take a look. When you and I come here next time, this place may have become a ruin."
Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to look at those Tartar emperors, but Zhang Wuji and Yu Fei pulled her over.
However, just as they reached the temple gate, a monk stopped them.
The monk said: "My three donors, this temple enshrines emperors from all dynasties of our Yuan Dynasty. If you want to admire their golden Buddha statues, you must be sincere."
Yu Fei quickly said: "Cheng, the three of us are sincere in our hearts."
As he spoke, Yu Fei threw out another gold coin from his hand.
After seeing the gold coins, the monk immediately smiled and said, "Three donors, you all come here with sincerity. Three donors, please come in."
The temple was shining with golden light, and more than a dozen golden statues nearly ten feet tall immediately caught the eyes of Zhang Wuji and the other two.
Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh: "How much would it cost to have so many golden statues?"
Zhou Zhiruo said disdainfully: "The Yuan Empire has been rotten to the core. Even the place where ancestors are enshrined can be visited by people after collecting money. I am afraid that the country's demise is at hand."
Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "Sooner or later, I will lead my troops to fight here, but it is better not to destroy these dozen golden statues. If we melt them down, we can really exchange them for a lot of military pay."
Yu Fei on the side laughed and said, "Young Master, you are probably overthinking it. The golden statue here is not made of pure gold. It is just a layer of gold powder brushed on the outside of the clay statue. Although it is quite valuable, it is far less valuable than you think."
Zhang Wuji and Yu Fei looked at each other and then laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I'm happy for nothing."
Zhou Zhiruo on the side also said: "Damn, I also thought these things were pure gold."
Zhang Wuji grabbed the wishing incense that Yu Fei had bought with a gold coin and said, "Since we are here, the three of us might as well burn this incense. Otherwise, Miss Yu's money will be wasted."
Zhang Wuji lit the long incense in his hand, and then pretended to bow to the golden statues: "Ancestors of the Yuan Empire, please bless me, Zhang Wuji, and help me overthrow your kingdom as soon as possible."
Zhou Zhiruo and Yu Fei, who were standing aside, both laughed out loud: "Young Master, just looking at what you are asking for, it is enough to prove that your heart is not sincere at all."
…
Just as Zhang Wuji and the other two were laughing, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Chengxin, you bald donkey, you are so blind that you don't even see who I am."
Then came the sound of a crisp slap, and the sounds of fists and kicks hitting the body.
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo looked at each other and said, "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Zhang Wuji quickly grabbed Yu Fei's hand, and the three of them flew up and hid behind a golden statue.
Yu Fei was still a little at a loss: "Sir, who is it..."
Zhou Zhiruo quickly covered Yu Fei's mouth tightly. After a dead look, Yu Fei didn't dare to make any sound.
Outside the temple, a woman in red was kicking and beating a monk who had fallen to the ground.
The monk was first slapped in the face, knocking out half of his teeth, and then Zhao Min kicked him, breaking more than a dozen ribs. The scene was so bloody that people dared not look directly at it.
After venting her anger, the woman in red walked into the temple. At the same time, she did not forget to say to the people outside the door: "Close the door for me. From now on, no one is allowed to come in."
…
The woman in red was Zhao Min. Now, the day for her to be enthroned as emperor was getting closer and closer.
But last night, Zhao Min couldn't fall asleep at all. Finally, she decided to go to Panlong Temple.
Zhang Wuji and the other three secretly glanced at Zhao Min from behind the golden statue.
At this moment, Zhao Min was still the same as before. She held the sword of Yitian, wore a bright red dress, embroidered shoes with gold lace, and had a long braid that was left in front of her chest. She was incredibly beautiful.
Inside the temple, Zhao Min first took a quick look around.
After not seeing anyone else, Zhao Min pointed at the golden statues of her ancestors that filled the room and cursed, "You bastards, you can't even let me rest in peace after your death. I almost didn't sleep the whole night last night. Tell me, it was that bastard among you who cursed me in the underworld."
As soon as Zhao Min came up, she started cursing her ancestors, which was something Zhang Wuji and the other three could never have expected.
Behind the golden statue, the three of them quickly covered their mouths.
But there was still a hint of laughter coming out of their mouths.
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