The Storm God

Putuo Temple.

When the Buddhist soldiers of the Guards returned with money worth thirty thousand taels, even Monk Kong Yan and others were mentally prepared.

They all couldn't help being slightly surprised.

Great joy follows.

"Very good."

“I didn’t expect this boss to actually do what he said!”

"The money is just too much."

"..."

Everyone stepped forward.

After carefully checking the money they brought back several times and confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, everyone burst into laughter.

"Wrong!"

It's a while.

At least they are not just big guys who have gained access to some big houses. Real little guys can be persuaded by extraordinary money and interests.

It's a while.

With a look of praise in his eyes, the man who told the truth said, "You are not here to give out porridge to these poor people who have enough to eat."

The focus of Bai Xiaofei's plan is not that, but the entire Buddhist kingdom.

A small porridge shed with several tables and white rice porridge with rich aroma and attractive taste.

The number of guests that day was so hot that even though it was still bright, no one was waiting in line inside.

There are not many sources of faith in Putuo Temple.

That scene.

Just like...

"Everything will be done as said before."

Giving porridge is also not particular.

A small proportion of the people on the streets are literate.

but……

The guys under my command are very slow.

It immediately attracted the attention of the personnel on duty.

The porridge giving was still over, but the alluring aroma of the porridge spread throughout the streets and alleys, attracting countless onlookers.

"Why did he come to the most shabby beggar street in the world?"

"And it was launched by you, Putuo Temple, and in your name."

There is only one goal, success, success, or utter success.

He knows it too.

Monk Kong Yan was already very happy. When he heard this compliment, he became even more excited and excited, and he couldn't help but feel a little elated.

Bai Xiaofei, however, was not in the world, but took some of the guys to the most run-down street in Wangxiang City.

I suspect that for his own benefit, Monk Kong Yan will try his best to do bad things. I just need to take care of my own side.

Yes...

Did Boss Zhang say we have to wait for two days?

never mind.

Why does it end today?

The man turned back again.

Such as incense belief.

Except for some of our own rewards.

They retreated into the source of faith, integrated into it, became a part of it, and then grew stronger and expanded.

I don’t have any tricks yet?

"..."

It's true.

"Could it be a new dish he prepared?"

Hearing this, Chang Yingyuan immediately smiled.

It's not time to be completely happy yet.

…

"..."

Others were placed in the city.

in……

there.

When the soup kitchen starts, invite me to come over and ask.

The porridge guys are all prepared.

after all.

The next day.

Among the onlookers, there were many stupid people.

Naturally, he will be careless and careless.

"..."

I only provide the money, and the rest of the relationship, such as smoothing the relationship, is all Monk Kong Yan’s business, and all of that requires money.

It's all action capital.

And you don’t care what others think.

Those are Bai Xiaofei's worries.

Yes...

Those who had not come early to queue up were all standing inside now, looking at the ocean and sighing, regretting it, and then making up their minds to get there early tomorrow.

He gave the order.

Bai Xiaofei's money alone would be enough.

Despite all the urgency of the matter, we are still very cautious.

The letter read: "Free porridge, only for the poor."

Could it be that I want to give you a surprise? But just a porridge shed, the effect would be too great.

"But……"

All of a sudden.

Unless the issue of belief in incense is solved, everything else is nonsense, so he quickly restrained himself and coughed lightly.

He actually decided to leave tonight and wait until dawn!

Love is the porridge soup that Master Kong Yan from Wangxiang City entrusted to Boss Zhang from the world...

No one was curious and asked: "Boss Zhang, what kind of bad thing is that? It's so fragrant. You have never smelled such delicious food in your life."

I was surprised at first, and then I thought of something.

"I heard that Boss Zhang, the boss in the world, really did nothing today. I was giving porridge on the most dilapidated street in Wangxiang City..."

The so-called eminent monks under his command couldn't help but flatter Monk Kong Yan, praising him for his good vision and for finding such a reliable partner.

…

I think so little.

obviously.

It can be mixed with any impurities, and it can be too thin, and even some shredded meat, eggs and other things are added outside.

As the youngest monk, Monk Kong Yan naturally got the smallest share, which was less than ten thousand taels. The rest was divided among everyone.

Really awesome.

"Oh my God, he must be..."

Of course.

At the very least, it is a very, very small difference from the amount explained below, but now, with the Changyingyuan porridge donation event being held.

No one is even more ruthless.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!

The porridge must be spoiled porridge.

very slow.

His subordinates understood immediately and turned around to leave.

"clear."

Or maybe today's action was just a test.

Part of it will be used locally in Wangxiangcheng.

But we didn’t know much about it, so when we explained it, everyone quickly understood what was going on.

Everyone nodded.

Monk Kong Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

I was afraid that I would be a step too late, so I retreated.

There is also a cloth sign stamped inside.

In front of the small characters, there is no line of large characters: "This event is hosted by Putuo Temple in Wangxiang City, and is sponsored and supported by Monk Kong Yan, a small prize in the town."

The money worth eighty thousand taels was divided up by a group of people.

Then, the abbot of Putuo Temple was alarmed again, and it was not Monk Kong Yan: "Then...how come there is suddenly not so little power of faith pouring in?"

"Could it be..."

Soon there was no one there. Guessing Bai Xiaofei's purpose of coming there, he immediately opened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

He said, "Okay."

originally……

Wisps of power of faith are gathering rapidly.

"Then it's time to start executing our plan."

Sure enough.

The world opens as scheduled.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what others do, it doesn't matter if Bai Xiaofei is there.

"Now the money is here."

The first step we have to do is to give porridge.

"Villain..."

Let’s first take a look at what Boss Zhang will do. Anyway, you haven’t gained much power of faith yet, so you’ll be at a loss no matter how you calculate it.

These poor people and beggars, who were eating their last meal, suddenly felt a surge of gratitude and hope in their hearts, and then turned into wisps of faith, gathering towards Putuo Temple in Wangxiang City.

If anyone dares to drop the chain, don't blame him for being rude.

That's where faith comes from.

When a person sends a thought, it gathers into threads, and the threads turn into bundles, and then retreat to form a spring.

This resulted in a bowl of plain white porridge that looked very ordinary, but tasted very sweet and pleasant.