The prince is very cruel

He knew what would happen if he was sent to the government, so he begged for mercy with all his might.

Guan Ning didn't want to let him go, but after hearing the last sentence, he hesitated. This person's identity as the abbot of Jing'an Temple was indeed useful, and he could serve as a subordinate of Yipintang.

But Guan Ning also has his own principles. He can have criminals under his command, but not bad people!

He looked at me sharply: "You have never hurt anyone?"

"No, no, I was originally a carpenter. I started this business because I couldn't eat enough and I happened to pick up a monk's robe. Over the years, the most I have done is to cheat some money from incense offerings. How could I dare to kill anyone?" The abbot cried.

Carpenter... Guan Ning was stunned. This abbot could be considered to have made a comeback.

"How much did you cheat?"

The abbot was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering: "Big, about six or seven thousand taels."

Six or seven thousand taels?!

Shengqi was shocked, this was an astronomical figure!

Even Guan Ning gasped. This amount of money couldn't be raised even if the entire Guan family was sold. It was enough to feed so many people for a whole year.

If even Jing'an Temple, which wasn't very popular, was like this, wouldn't those larger Buddhist sites be even more terrifying? Think about the lower-class people of the Wu Dynasty, and then look at these guys, it's hard to describe.

Guan Ning thought about it, and after weighing the pros and cons, he said, "Use these six thousand taels to buy your life. Starting tomorrow, Jing'an Temple will start distributing porridge and charity to help the poor and distribute food until these several thousand taels of stolen money are used up. This is the path to redemption I offer you."

"Ah?!" The abbot looked grim.

"Ah for what!"

Snapped!

Sheng Qi slapped him on the back of the head, causing him to scream miserably, and almost knocked him unconscious on the spot: "Young Master gave you a chance to save yourself, you bastard, don't be ungrateful!"

Swindlers and criminals are the two types of people who are most looked down upon in the underworld.

The abbot's heart was bleeding and he was extremely reluctant, but facing Guan Ning's eyes that were like divine swords, he felt that he had no place to hide.

"No, there aren't that many left. I only have a little over 4,000 taels left under my Zen room. The rest was used to repair the temple and improve its image."

Guan Ning was amused: "You are such a liar, and you still know how to create an image?"

The abbot was embarrassed, thinking that he couldn't deceive anyone without something decent.

"Four thousand or so is enough. Do as I say, or I'll kill you even if I don't send you to the government!"

The abbot heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this and kowtowed excitedly, "Yes, yes, I will start buying food tomorrow to help the civilians."

"Then I'll add your name to it, and let the people be grateful to you!"

"I cheated the rich people's money and used it on the poor. It can be regarded as robbing the rich to help the poor. It is Buddha's mercy, it is Buddha's mercy!" He flattered madly.

Guan Ning despised.

"No thanks." He refused directly. There was no need to leave a name when doing good deeds, and he needed to keep a low profile.

"Just do as I say. I'll have someone keep an eye on you. Don't try any tricks."

"If you dare to play tricks, secretly withhold the stolen money, or swindle again, I will let you know what it means to live a life worse than death." His dark voice carried an inexplicable oppression, as if he was a ruthless man who was accustomed to blood, rather than a weak young man.

The abbot shuddered, feeling an inexplicable chill all over his body.

Under his horrified and awed gaze, Guan Ning left.

A group of Xumi rushed up and asked, "Abbot, what should we do?"

"Is it really like he said, donating all the money for the temple?"

"Why don't we run?"

The abbot was in hesitation and struggle. He was a little tempted. As long as he ran away, the worst that could happen was that he would give up the temple and take the money to go to another place to commit fraud.

But every time he thought of Guan Ning's eyes and tone when he left, he couldn't help but tremble all over, always feeling that Guan Ning was watching him somewhere.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Do as he says!"

"Abbot, this!" The Sumerus were reluctant to let it go.

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" The abbot gritted his teeth. He was not stupid. He knew that donating money could not only avoid disasters but also gain fame.