Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

"Brother, I will handle the Hua family's affairs myself." Xie Xian raised her head with a serious look.

Then he smiled evilly and said, "I heard that the eldest princess likes pretty girls. I wonder if you have ever been harassed by her."

Her eyes were frivolous and swept across Xie An's face.

"nonsense!"

"Really? I don't believe it. A beauty like yours, big brother, will never be forgotten once you have seen her. Haven't you seen so many young ladies downstairs waiting to see her beauty?"

Xie Xian turned over and pressed the man down on the couch, her hands still a little dishonest. Come on! Sister, have you ever eaten pork or seen a pig run? Let's solve the problem once and for all while it's still early.

"Ah Xian!" Xie An's muffled voice came from below.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xian was blown away by a great force, and before she could come to her senses, the beautiful woman who had a lustful look on her face had disappeared.

After a cup of tea, Xie Xian stood in the garden and looked up at the library. Even the windows were tightly closed.

She touched her chin and pouted.

Xie An wanted to force her to submit, but he didn't expect Xie Xian to directly pull the progress bar. Xie An was shocked by her boldness.

As expected, there is a knife hanging over your head. As long as I raise the knife, you will all be cut.

She understood Xie An's idea. If they borrowed the power of Confucianism, the Hua family would certainly be able to get on the red list, but this was not in line with Xie Xian's original intention.

She is just here to make money. How much can she earn from being on the red list? With that troupe and one show, she can only make a thousand or eight hundred at best. But she has nearly ten thousand people to support.

There is not enough time to deal with them. Whether it is the eldest princess or those noble families, if they want to take something from her, they should be prepared to be stabbed.

Xie Xian walked in front, and Zhi Mo followed from a distance. The little brat had a red face from the beginning, so he must have seen it.

But Xie Xian was also helpless. If she didn't take drastic measures, she would have to argue with her master for a long time. She just wanted to lie down and didn't want to act in a romance drama for a hundred or eighty episodes with anyone, so she fast forward to find out.

As a result, she just touched him and he ran away. Thank you so much, Song An.

Xie Xian stretched lazily, and the Mo Lan hair on her head fell down a bit. Xie Xian glanced up and gave up, feeling too lazy to take it off, for fear of messing up her hair again.

The lady in red, with a black orchid on her head, walked under the flower wall and walked lazily out of the garden. In the pavilion on the waterside, Dong Qian hurriedly woke up his senior brother.

"Hey! I told you that Madam Xian went to the library, but you didn't believe it." When Xie Xian was leaving, he saw the waiter beside his second senior brother coming to invite her.

Ji Yuanyi stared at the Molan on Xie Xian's head for a while, and chuckled: "The Xie family is really protective of their food!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the academy, and Dong Qian hurriedly followed behind him. "Hey! Senior Brother, wait for me, are we going to the main hall or not? It's not over yet!"

"not going!"

"You and Second Senior Brother are not here, what else is there to see? Don't you know that when we left just now, the guy's face turned black, haha!"

The young man's cheerful voice gradually faded away, and an orange peony on the water surface under the pavilion floated towards the center of the lake with the current.

Green water flows through the Zhuo and Si rivers, green mountains reflect the ancient temple. Halfway up the mountain, deep in the main hall of the temple, an old monk is shaving a person’s head. His face is full of wrinkles, but his eyes reveal compassion.

The young monk next to him was beating a wooden fish and chanting the Heart Sutra, "When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to overcome all suffering."

The old monk stood in front of the mat and asked again, "Donor Jin, do you really want to join my Buddhist sect?" This donor had lived in the temple for more than half a month. He rarely went out and didn't talk much when he met people.

A few days ago, a young monk came to report that this donor was willing to convert to Buddhism and to donate all his property.

"Yes." The man kneeling on the mat had his eyes closed and his voice was old and firm.

The monk who was in charge of reception next to him winked at the old monk who was leading the ladder and said, "Nowadays, there are not many believers as devout as Mr. Jin."

The man is willing to give him five hundred taels of silver for his retirement, so why not accept it? In his opinion, this old man has no children, and he comes to the temple with five hundred taels of silver, isn't it just for retirement?

When the time comes, I will be given a job of looking after the vegetable garden. Why is my uncle asking so many questions about such a good thing?

The old monk in the main hall remained unmoved. He seemed not to have seen the look in his nephew's eyes. This donor Jin was no simple person. He had lived behind the temple for some time. In particular, he had seen this donor Jin a few days ago, and he found that he had a big dog in the back mountain.

The dog didn't bark when it saw people, but just stared at them. When people saw it unexpectedly, they felt scared. Although there was no rule prohibiting dogs in the back mountain, it would be bad if it bit someone.

"The mountain behind Donor Jin..." The old monk did not give in. He had wanted to talk about this for a long time.

The man kneeling on the mat had a fierce look in his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that this was the only place where he could hide in the huge city of Kuaiji, he would have always been the one threatening others and had never been threatened by anyone.

But when he thought of the wanted order for him, his face turned into a sad expression. "I am an old man like me and I only have this old friend to accompany me. Master, please be kind and do me a favor!"

"My old friend won't live for many more years. It would be good if he could absorb some spiritual energy and make some good connections under the Buddha's throne." As he said this, he skillfully took out a fifty-liang silver note from his pocket and placed it on the copper plate.

He was still muttering: "I hope I can be born into a good family in my next life."

When the monk in charge of reception saw the banknotes, his already wealthy face suddenly broke into a smile. He pushed aside the young monk who was carrying the plates, picked up the razor, put it into the old monk's hand, and said, "That's right, that's right. The Buddha is merciful!"

"Amitabha!" The old monk frowned but did not object. He took the razor and recited scriptures while moving his hands. His gray hair fell to the ground.

"Zhishan, you stay in the back mountain from now on, don't go forward and disturb Xinshan."

"promise!"

Looking at Zhishan's receding figure, the plump monk in charge of reception leaned over to the old monk and said, "Uncle Master, is there something wrong with this man? The back mountain is not a good place to go."

At this time, the old monk had lost his compassionate look, and said expressionlessly: "Evildoers need to be punished by evildoers, and hell is empty!" After saying this, he walked away with the gait of a dragon and a tiger without caring about the expressions of others.

The young monk opened his eyes wide and asked, "Brother, aren't there just a group of old men guarding the vegetable fields in the back mountain?" How can they be associated with the word "bad guys"?

"Tsk tsk, you are still young. Take good care of the kids below and don't go to the back mountain. There are no good people there." Every year, one or two people who look after the vegetable fields die.

Some of these people are wanted outside, and some are being hunted. As long as you pay enough money, they will naturally give you a place to stay. They Xishan Temple will not take in people of unknown identity for nothing.

However, is this old man's surname really Jin? Hehe! Since he has entered the back mountain, how many days the dog can survive depends on the old man's methods.