After a day of battling wits and courage with the air, Kong Qing finally ended today's wool harvesting operation.

The bald monks of Zhuangyan Temple didn't bother him today, which surprised Kong Qing.

Have these monks changed their gender?

It's impossible. According to the information obtained from the monks by the identification technique, the senior officials of Zhuangyan Temple should be a group of decisive and decisive people. Revenge never sleeps overnight.

And now I also have a lot of their secrets...

Even if Kong Qing were to be put in the position of those bald monks on the opposite side, he would definitely use Zhuangyan Temple's strongest trump card against him without hesitation.

If you succeed, you will solve the problem once and for all. Even if you fail, you can still find out your true identity.

As for spending money to solve the problem, no matter how he thought about it, Kong Qing felt that it would be a last resort only after he found that there was no way to quickly solve the opponent's problem.

As we all know, peace can only appear when the difference in fighting power between the two sides is not too great.

So when Kong Qing came today, he had thrown all the things he had drawn in the lottery that could be used in the battle and brought them over in the demon refining pot. He was just waiting to kill these bald monks today.

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In the end nothing was used!

Why is this?

Kong Qing thought about it from the perspective of a Taoist priest with the mind of a monk, and came to a conclusion.

These bald monks must be trying to paralyze themselves. When they relax their vigilance, they will make a surprise attack and quietly take care of themselves...

Yes, these monks are so insidious!

It wasn't that Kong Qing thought bad things about them. The key was that Kong Qing felt that he had no way of thinking good things about these bald monks.

Of the dozen or so bald heads he knocked down yesterday, only one could not meet Kong Qingzhan's selfless standards.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that all of them are bad guys...

"Young Master, why are you so worried?"

A person who could speak so elegantly naturally came to help Kong Qing pack his things. He was a Kunlun Numoli who was more like a Tang Dynasty person than he, a descendant of Yanhuang with upright roots.

This old black man is definitely a Tang Guotong, and he speaks the standard of Luoyang Zhengyin.

Really spiritual Tang Dynasty!

Compared with him, Kong Qing, a guy who could still come up with some catchphrases from his previous life from time to time, was more like a so-called barbarian.

"nothing……"

Kong Qing smiled apologetically at Mo Li but did not express his thoughts.

I don’t know if it was due to the prejudice from the previous life. Although Mo Li had always been very kind to Kong Qing, Kong Qing always felt that there was something hidden under the other person’s dark skin that he could not see through.

"It's just that the rainy season is about to come, and there are still some houses in Qingduguan that are in urgent need of repairs, so I'm a little upset."

"Why are these trivial things enough to bother Mr. Lang..."

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Mo Li immediately slapped his chest and said generously, "The old slave is not talented, but he also has little family assets. If the husband does not give up, the old slave will repair the Qingdu Temple."

I am willing to work hard to achieve it.”

Kong Qing smiled awkwardly.

The renovation of Qingdu Temple is definitely not a small sum. Even if Mo Li has money, it will cost him a lot of money.

This favor is too heavy.

It may not be uncommon in this era to have a similar idea and spend everything in return, but Kong Qing himself can neither do it nor want to accept it.

As a person who came to live in an era when rituals and music collapsed a thousand years later, Kong Qing felt that he could not bear such a huge favor at all, and he did not know how to repay it.

"It's not necessary..."

Kong Qing's face still maintained the expression that an expert should have, and he waved his hand gently. "I have already chosen the person to do this meritorious deed. Molly, do you still remember what I asked you to do?"

"Oh! Are you talking about that evil official Yu Wenli from the West Market?"

Kunlun Numoli nodded as if he suddenly understood. "Indeed, this person plucking the geese in the West City has indeed accumulated a lot of ill-gotten wealth in his hands, which is enough to repair the Qingdu Temple..."

"Then what I told you about Mo Li..." Kong Qing asked again.

"Mr. Sir, please don't worry, I always do things without leakage."

Mo Li patted his solid chest and raised his thumb like Kong Qing did.

"Now the news has spread throughout the West City about Lang Jun's insistence on exorcising ghosts and cultivating gods, and the old slaves who went to Yu Wenli's home to inquire have already made arrangements and are determined not to delay Lang Jun.

It is a major undertaking to repair the Qingdu Temple."

"So hard work..."

Kong Qing smiled and nodded slightly at Molly.

"Thank you very much, poor Taoist!"

"Where did Mr. Lang come from?"

Molly waved his hands repeatedly with a look of panic on his face.

"The old slave is a barbarian. The husband is so handsome and a nobleman of the country. He can actually be humble to the old slave. The old slave can do trivial things for the husband. How can I say thank you?"

The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched slightly.

Well, he, a person from a thousand years in the future, still lacks the sense of superiority that a citizen of a big country should have.

After packing up my things, I deposited everything at Moli's house as usual, put today's income into a bag, and asked Moli, who volunteered, to carry me back to Qingdu Temple.

"You are finally back, Commander..."

As soon as Kong Qing entered the gate of Qingdu Temple, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

If Kong Qing hadn't been so sharp now that he could clearly see the figure's appearance in the blink of an eye and recognized him as Cong Houfu, the Taoist accountant of Qingdu Temple, he would have kicked him directly out of reflex.

"It's a big happy event, Commander, there's a big happy event..."

Cong Houfu rushed to Kong Qing with an excited look on his face and said while dancing.

"Someone wants to give money to help us repair the house in Qingdu Temple."

"What?"

Kong Qing blinked with confusion on his face. "Someone wants to help us repair the house in Qingdu Temple..."

What's happening here?

It was clear that Pindao had already decided on the candidate to repair the house, that is, the security guard Yu Wenli from the West City, but the action had not yet been completed. Why did a person suddenly appear who wanted to repair Pindao's house?

Just when Kong Qing was looking confused, Cong Houfu couldn't wait to grab the money bag on Kong Qing's shoulder and pulled hard.

"Master, come with me quickly..."

Tear!

Wow…

After the sound of the silk being ripped, more than a dozen strings of copper coins were seen pouring out from the cloth bag on Kong Qing's shoulder like a tide, and they fell to the ground with a clatter.

Cong Houfu was immediately stunned.

The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched silently...

"this……"

Cong Houfu, who looked honest and honest, held a money bag that was broken into two pieces in his hand and shook it awkwardly at Kong Qing.

"Master, your wallet seems a little unsound!"

Kong Qing blinked and silently asked the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Logically speaking, I should be angry at this time, but why is the scene in front of me so joyful?

What kind of team did my cheap master Xuancheng leave for me?

An awakened milk cat opened its big sleepy eyes on Kong Qing's shoulder and looked at the strange human in front of it.

"Ouch?"

A minute later, Kong Qing walked to the living room of Qingdu Temple in fluttering white clothes, leaving behind the money scattered on the floor and Cong Houfu who was picking up a broken money bag on the ground.

In the living room, Kong Qing saw his Taoist priest Yan Fengzong, a middle-aged man with an arrogant face and gorgeous clothes, and two slaves holding gifts.

"You must be Qingwei Zhenren from Qingdu Temple, right? As expected, you are as handsome as the rumors say, with a jade tree facing the wind."

After seeing Kong Qing appear, this middle-aged man with an arrogant face immediately left Yan Fengzong behind, put on a springy smile, and bent down to greet him. "I am the Yisi of Linhai Princess Mansion, a certain surname.

king……"

"It turns out to be Wang Yisi,"

Kong Qing, a Taoist master, came online again. He stretched out his robe sleeves and gave a graceful salute. "It is really rude for me, a poor Taoist, to wait for so long."

"Where, where..."

This Wang Yisi was smiling all over his face. When facing Kong Qing, he did not look like he was arrogant and bossing around because of his royal background. "It's because a certain family didn't notify the real person before they came. Come, real person, please sit down.
To be continued...