Wu Yi handed a thick book of detailed rules to Wang Zheng and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."

Wang Zheng took it and flipped through it for a while. After reading the catalog and glancing over the contents, he nodded and said, "That's about it. Take it to His Majesty for approval. Open the bank as soon as possible. The New Year is a time of frequent business. It would be more convenient for merchants to issue paper money as soon as possible."

In the Taiji Palace, after Li Zhi read the bank's operating rules, he pondered for a moment and asked Wu Yi: "Can you set a lower handling fee? If there is no handling fee, I can deposit more money in the bank."

Wu Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "If Your Majesty needs it, the bank can waive the handling fee, but the bank's regulations cannot be changed."

Li Zhi nodded and smiled, "I understand. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Tomorrow I will have someone slowly deliver the money to you. Save it all for thirty years of your death. Hurry up and build more treasure houses."

Seeing Li Zhi's happy look, Wu Yi was speechless. You are the emperor, the whole Tang Dynasty belongs to you, can an annual interest of 5% make you so happy?

Three days later, Wu Yi no longer thought so, because Li Zhi had saved too much money, and the annual interest of 5% alone was a huge expense.

Monk Lingji's expression became even more resentful, "Can't the chief steward show some mercy?"

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One side outside the Grand Steward's Mansion has been turned into a stock exchange, and the other side is naturally the location of the money house.

"In recent years, the Yuzhou sect has been educating the world, and the people's dust has gradually disappeared. They have already become suspicious of gods and Buddhas. Now the chief steward has issued an order to prohibit the spread of the Dharma. This is simply a fatal blow to my Buddhism. Can't the chief steward leave me a way out?"

Ling Ji sighed, "I don't want to offend the chief steward, but my master has only passed away two or three years ago. Now I am the head of the sect. The other elders in the sect all bully me because I am young and push me out. What can I do?

Wang Zheng looked at the big belly of Monk Lingji and scolded him with a smile: "You are a wine-drinking monk. You already have children and no shortage of food and drink. Why are you worrying about this?"

Ling Ji was stunned. After a moment of silence, he looked at Wang Zheng suspiciously and asked, "Does the chief steward want to destroy my Buddhist and Taoist sects?"

There are storage spaces on the left and withdrawal spaces on the right, and the middle hall is the VIP room. The opening time is set on the 18th of the winter month, which is the day suggested by Monk Lingji to Wang Zheng.

"No, unless you can guarantee that there are no sects in the world that oppress the people, then I can consider relaxing the restrictions."

Since you guys don't clean up your own mess, I'll just hit you with a stick. I don't consider whether there will be any accidental injuries after hitting you with a stick. "

Wang Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "You can go back and ask, or you can pass on a message to the Taoists. If they are willing, you can follow this logic and let the students of Yuzhou move into Buddhist and Taoist temples, and run the temples as schools in the future."

After Wu Yi left Mo Nan, other students from Yuzhou took over. With such a long distance and in the current expansion period, a money house was still necessary.

"I didn't say that you are not allowed to spread the Dharma."

Can the chief steward show me a clear path in Buddhism?"

This time, Wang Zheng asked Cui Cha to write religious management regulations, which made the Buddhist community somewhat uncomfortable. After all, if the belief in ghosts and gods was restricted, it would not be so easy to fool people's money from incense offerings.

It just so happened that he had a profound understanding of Buddhism and was considered Xuanzang's most outstanding disciple. Especially in the translation of Buddhist scriptures, he often had his own unique insights. In addition, because of his relationship with Yuchi Gong, the Buddhist community reluctantly accepted him.

Wang Zheng laughed, shook his head and said with a smile: "If I want to destroy Buddhism, there is no need to go through so much trouble. When I was in Lhasa, an old Tantric monk told me that the Tibetans need Buddhism, so Tantric Buddhism was preserved.

Don't worry, the money house is not afraid of people depositing money. The more money you deposit, the better. No matter who it is, as long as they come to deposit money, we will accept it. However, the handling fees can no longer be waived in the future. After all, operations also require costs, and the existence of handling fees can prevent depositors from frequently depositing and withdrawing money, which would increase the operating burden of the money house.

Speed ​​up the printing of banknotes. Now that we have such a large reserve fund, we can move a little faster and send large bills and brass coins to the five border areas and Yuzhou at a ratio of ten to one."

"One hundred thousand strings of brass coins."

Wang Zheng sighed and continued, "If all the Buddhists and Taoists in the world were like you, I wouldn't bother with you. But those who use the theories of ghosts and gods to defraud money and harm lives must be strictly restrained.

Looking at the abnormally fat monk Lingji in front of him, Wang Zheng couldn't help feeling a little surprised and a little amused. This man was the nephew of Yuchi Gong and a disciple of Master Xuanzang. The name Tang Sanzang was not very famous, but Lingji's Tang San car was indeed famous all over the world.

Wang Zhen accepted Fang Zhao as his disciple in Lingnan, which was equivalent to clearing the names of monk Bian Ji and Princess Gaoyang. The rumors in the world were stopped a little, and the Yuzhou faction and the Xuanzang faction formed a certain friendship.

Wang Zheng nodded and smiled, "It's not that much. Now that the Tang Dynasty is thriving, there are more places to spend money. This amount of money can be absorbed by the four border areas alone, not to mention the entire Tang Dynasty. However, with such a large reserve fund, it should be enough for turnover.

But this was arranged by the chief steward. No matter whether they were from the Taoist and Buddhist sects or the wandering cultivators, they had to give them some face. Yuzhou students were spread all over the world, and being too blatant would not end well.

So the Buddhist sect sent spiritual members to take a look around, while the Taoist sect was still waiting and watching. Originally, the Taoist sect did not attach much importance to the incense money.

This guy liked Buddhism, but was reluctant to leave the secular world. When he traveled with Xuanzang, the front car had wine and meat, the middle car was for himself, and the back car had beautiful girls, so he was named the Three-Car Monk.

Similarly, the people of the Tang Dynasty also need Buddhism, so I have only imposed some restrictions on you.

How about this, I'll give you more choices. Either you keep it as it is now, or you let the students from Yuzhou go to temples to teach, or you conduct a large-scale internal self-examination and weed out all those fraudsters.

From now on, all sects in the world will respect Buddhism and Taoism, and all sects must obtain your authorization. If anything goes wrong, I will cause trouble for you."

Lingji's expression changed several times, and he asked seriously, "Are you serious, Steward?"

Wang Zheng nodded and smiled, "Of course it is true. As long as you let me see the effect and no one is harmed, I will personally go to His Majesty to ask for permission to prove the reputation of Buddhism and Taoism as an orthodox sect."