Lu Jing knew that Ganquan Temple was small, but he didn't expect that Ganquan Temple would be so small. It didn't even have the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion that is usually standard in temples.
After being stunned for a moment, he could only say, "Then which room do you usually put your scriptures in?"
"If you read the scriptures, put them in my father-in-law's room."
"Husband-in-law? Can you let me go?"
As the name suggests, the husband's room is a room measuring one foot square. According to the standards of Lu Jing's previous life, it is about a little over ten square meters, which is the size of a second bedroom.
Putting a bed and a few chairs would already take up almost the entire space, leaving little room for scriptures.
However, Zhanzhi nodded and said confidently, "Let it go, let it go."
Lu Jing didn't know how he stuffed it in, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He said straightforwardly, "Then take me to your husband's room, Master."
Generally speaking, the dormitories where monks live in temples are not open to the public, let alone the residence of the abbot. However, because Lu Jing has purchased VIP tickets worth ten taels of silver each in advance, even if Lu Jing proposes to go Zhanzhi would not refuse to visit monk Chugong's hut.
So he happily brought Lu Jing to his room.
After that, he asked two young monks to take out all the scriptures from the collapse and place them one by one on the ground.
Lu Jing glanced around and found that there were less than thirty books.
So he said, "Where are the rest?"
"sold."
"…………"
"When there was no rice for cooking in the temple, I asked my disciples to pick out a few scriptures and bring them to the treasury to exchange for money. I thought I would deal with emergencies first and then redeem them when I had enough money. But I didn't expect that the world was getting worse and worse. Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer pilgrims in the temple. Not to mention the failure to redeem the previous scriptures, there will be more and more fake ones in the future.
"There are only these twenty-six copies left now."
Lu Jing didn't know what to say anymore. Good guy, it's okay to be a monk and take all the things like scriptures and other spiritual practices into account. You don't have to worry about the Buddha's blame for doing so.
However, all the monks in Ganquan Temple had done their job. It was useless for Lu Jing to say anything now. He could only ask with the last hope, "Then why are these twenty-six books left? Are there any precious ones among them?" Classics?"
"How is that possible?" Zhanzhi shook his head after hearing this. "If I had money, I would have asked a few of my disciples to use it to exchange for money. This is not because there are more and more people pimping things, and even if I have money, I don't look down on poverty." The monks had these scriptures, and the more they gave them, the less and less they gave them, and then they simply stopped accepting them, so I could only keep these twenty-odd books."
"…………"
Lu Jing no longer wanted to talk to Zhan Zhi. He had finally figured out that the old monk had gone crazy from poverty.
Lu Jing picked up the scriptures on the ground and looked through them one after another, paying special attention to the thickness of the paper. After all, many martial arts warriors he had seen hid secret books in the middle of the scriptures.
The result was nothing. The more than twenty Buddhist scriptures were really just Buddhist scriptures, nothing surprising.
So Lu Jing had no choice but to find Zhanzhi again and asked, "I wonder which of the monks in your temple gave the scriptures in the temple to them? Did they give them alive or dead?"
"Well... of course, whoever gives the more money will be pawned. The first two batches were pawned for living, and then they were pawned for dead." Zhanzhi answered everything knowingly, and acted very cooperatively, lest he offend anyone. The living god of wealth in front of me is unhappy.
"Where are the tickets?"
"Here they are." Zhanzhi quickly took out two pawn tickets from his arms and presented them with both hands, not forgetting to remind him very thoughtfully, "These two tickets have passed the day of redemption. It’s time to become dead.”
Lu Jing couldn't help but take another look at Zhan Zhi. The old monk was not as confused as he thought. It seemed that he already knew that it was a lie that he was looking for Buddhist scriptures to read, and that he was looking for Buddhist scriptures from Ganquan Temple. Otherwise, he would not even help him with the ticket. Ready.
In this case, Lu Jing simply stopped hiding it, took the two pawn tickets, and then said to Zhan Zhi, "Master, please send another disciple to lead the way. Go to those pawn shops where you have pawned scriptures. It will be done." After that, I will donate another ten taels of silver to your temple."
"I'll send you two!" Zhanzhi slapped his thigh and said with a smile, "I'll also engrave your name on the merit monument as the donor!"
"Well, there's no need to carve a monument or anything like that. Just find someone for me."
Although Lu Jing had no prejudice against people who loved money, Zhan Zhi, as the abbot of a temple and a foreigner, was so keen on making money, it was difficult for Lu Jing to have a good impression of him.
So after Zhanzhi called the people over, Lu Jing quickly walked out of the temple with the two young monks.
On the way to the library, Lu Jing was also observing the two young monks. They were both about thirteen or fourteen years old. The younger one had a red face and lowered his head, wishing he could cover his face with his sleeves. He was covered up, but the other's expression looked very calm, and he had a maturity that was different from his age.
This made Lu Jing a little curious, so he took the initiative to speak.
"What's wrong with your junior brother? Is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Oh, he is ashamed of Master's performance just now." said the slightly older young monk.
"What about you? What do you think?"
"Disciples shouldn't criticize their master behind his back." The older monk said calmly, "Besides, the monks in the temple can only afford to eat now because of the master. Others can despise the master for being greedy for money. , only we can’t.”
After a pause, he continued, "Actually, Master took us to find a wealthy family in the city to beg for help. Compared with those few embarrassments, today is actually nothing."
"It seems that your life has not been easy during this period." Lu Jing said.
"Our life is actually pretty good. We can finally find food. The refugees who are fleeing are really miserable," the young monk shook his head. "People starve to death every day in and outside the city. It's a pity that we can't protect ourselves. But there is no way to save people.”
"My little master is kind-hearted. I think he will achieve great success in the future. Haven't you asked for a Buddhist title yet?"
"Du Neng." The young monk said, and pointed to the slightly younger monk next to him, "This is my junior brother Du Jing, I don't know if you are the donor..."
"Lu Jing."
The young monk was stunned when he heard the name. He wanted to ask something, but he didn't have the nerve to ask. Instead, Du Jing, who was still embarrassed for his master, screamed in surprise.
"Lu Jing, this name is the same as that powerful hero Lu in the martial arts world! Senior brother, didn't you say that you also want to practice martial arts like Daxia Lu, so that you can go to the martial arts world to fight for justice in the future?"
"Uh..." Du Jing's originally calm face turned red after hearing this.
