Chapter 912

Upon hearing about silver, Chen Xiaolan subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But when she heard it was newly minted official silver, with the craftsmanship of the Shao Fu artisans, excellent quality, and could be used as betrothal or dowry gifts, both prestigious and practical, she hesitated.

She didn't have to think for herself, but she had to think for the three children.

As the children grow up day by day, there will be plenty of times to spend money later.

"Is it really official silver, and is the quality excellent?"

In this day and age, ordinary people don't use silver at all; copper coins are enough!

Wealthy families use silver, but mostly they use scattered silver pieces. Most of the silver ingots and silver pieces circulating in the market are minted by local yamens or the Ministry of Revenue, and the quality is just so-so. As long as the purity can be guaranteed, even if they are cast crookedly with various flaws, the common people don't mind.

It is well known that the best quality silver ingots are only cast by the Shao Fu artisans. Only this one place, no other. Even the artisans of the Ministry of Revenue have to look up to them.

There is no Shao Fu-minted silver circulating in the market at all.

She didn't expect her own brother to be so capable; he even has newly minted silver ingots from the Shao Fu.

"It's definitely official silver; would I lie to you?"

"I'll use silver to exchange with you!"

"If you want to exchange with me, then forget it. I only give them away, not exchange!" Chen Guanlou deliberately stiffened his face, appearing very displeased.

Chen Xiaolan couldn't help but laugh or cry, "You brat, I can't keep taking advantage of you every time."

"You are my sister; I'm happy to let you take advantage of me. Besides, these silver ingots are for the nephews, not for you. You are just keeping them for them temporarily. There are plenty of people outside who want to take advantage of me, but have you ever seen anyone succeed? We are siblings; why are you haggling with me, calculating everything—isn't it tiring! If you really want to calculate everything, how do you calculate the years you dragged me along as a burden?"

Chen Xiaolan was a bit emotional, her eyes moist, "I wasn't thinking that you haven't married yet, and there will be so many places to spend money in the future, so I wanted to save a little for you. I just said one sentence, and you, on the other hand, gave a long speech. You've read books for a few years, so you're amazing, huh!"

Weakness is only temporary; ferocity is Chen Xiaolan's true nature!

Chen Guanlou laughed happily; he liked his eldest sister's fierce appearance, as she looked full of spirit, vitality, and life. No matter how great the difficulty, it couldn't knock her down.

She is not a dodder flower; she is a big tree herself, capable of sheltering from the wind and rain, capable of standing tall.

"You still haven't said why you suddenly decided to go to the temple to burn incense today?" Chen Xiaolan pursued.

Chen Guanlou hesitated for a moment and briefly explained what happened, "You just need to know about this; don't tell anyone else."

Chen Xiaolan's heart sank, "I know the importance! Is the Old Lady's illness serious, and does it really have such a big impact on the Hou Fu? You too, you have no gate on your mouth, daring to say anything.

Look, look, you've caused trouble. Even if you aren't a jinx, from now on others will view you as one. Originally, your dissolute nature made it hard to find a marriage, and now with the title of a jinx, that's just great.

This incense today really should be burned; it's time to properly get rid of the bad luck. Let me tell you, the Hou Fu worships Zhenren (Realized Ones) who have real skills and can calculate fortunes. If they say it's bad luck, I suppose there's a basis for it.

Later when you burn incense, you must be sincere; don't be half-hearted or sloppy. Whether you are sincere or not, the Buddha will know at a glance."

Chen Guanlou was very disdainful, "If the Buddha were really that effective, there wouldn't be so many suffering commoners in the world."

"Pah, pah, pah!" Chen Xiaolan was about to die of anger, "I just said you have no gate on your mouth, and you really don't have one! Can you speak, can you speak properly? From now on, shut your mouth for me. I'm really going to be angered to death by you. Coming to burn incense and still daring to talk nonsense! It would be strange if the Buddha protected you."

She scolded him all the way, lecturing Chen Guanlou from head to toe.

Chen Guanlou:...

He didn't dare to make a sound.

Silent the whole way.

At the same time, it went in one ear and out the other, focusing on keeping her company.

From this, he also learned a lesson: never try to reason with a woman!

Finally arrived at Baoguo Temple.

Chen Xiaolan was so pious, so cautious.

Seeing Chen Guanlou wasn't paying attention, she kicked him, pursed her lips, and told him to quickly and sincerely go forward to kneel and pray for blessings, cooperating with the Great Master in the temple to hold a small Dharma assembly to remove the bad luck.

The Hou Fu would worry about the incense oil money.

In view of the generous incense oil money, the Great Master of Baoguo Temple was very professional and very thoughtful.

He specially cleared a quiet room for him to copy scriptures, to be burned in front of the Buddha later.

"Must I copy scriptures?" Chen Guanlou was a bit displeased. He didn't even want to pick up a pen for the Heavenly Prison's official documents, throwing them all to Mu Qingshan to handle. As a result, instead of living a good life, he ran to the temple to copy scriptures.

And the handwriting must be neat, with no smudges or corrections. If he wrote one character wrong, he had to start over.

"If you're told to copy, then copy; so much nonsense." Before the Great Master in the temple could speak, Chen Xiaolan stood up to suppress her rebellious brother.

Chen Guanlou:...

Forget it, forget it, consider it giving his eldest sister Chen Xiaolan face.

Arriving at the quiet room, he washed his hands, burned incense, sat in silence for a moment, and began to copy the scriptures.

Because of his martial arts practice, his writing was bold and powerful, penetrating the paper. He hadn't written neat small regular script for a long time, so it was a bit awkward. Fortunately, as he wrote, he got used to it.

The incense had a calming effect. Chen Xiaolan, who was supervising on the side, nodded bit by bit and had already fallen asleep.

Chen Guanlou shook his head and smiled, but the smile was a bit gloomy. This bunch of bald donkeys have no good intentions.

After taking so much money, they still play these little tricks. Today, if he doesn't finish copying the scriptures, what will the bald donkeys say and do? Taking money without doing the work, bullying the Hou Fu for having no one, or did they get a hint from someone?

The Master is still leading troops in the Northwest and hasn't been summoned back to the capital. The Old Lady is only temporarily ill and is far from death. Is someone in the capital already unable to restrain themselves and wanting to make a move?

Is the Hou Fu's situation really that difficult?!

What is Chen Guanfu doing? It seems his methods aren't as effective as the Master's!

Back in the day, the Master had nothing, neither a job nor a position, just a Marquis title on his body, managing nothing, spending his days idle, not even attending the morning court. At that time, when Emperor Taixing was alive, he couldn't shake the Hou Fu; the two sides wrestled privately, and the Hou Fu stood firm.

Now it's Emperor Jian Shi.

Emperor Jian Shi's methods, compared to Emperor Taixing's, not to mention being far worse, are at least a big gap behind.

Even so, Chen Guanfu can't handle it?

Even burning incense can have little tricks played on it.

This is truly unreasonable!

His fingers moved slightly, and a burst of internal energy pierced the paper of the window, hitting the little novice monk outside the door on the head.

An "Ouch!"—he was clearly in pain.

"Under the Buddha's gate, it's hard to avoid petty people acting ugly and doing evil. Buddhism is becoming more and more degenerate and useless."

"Amitabha! Has the benefactor misunderstood something?"

The door opened wide, and a young-looking 'Gao Seng' stood at the door, with red lips and white teeth, his skin so bright it seemed to be translucent. Behind him followed several older monks, each following him respectfully.

Seeing this, Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow slightly and let out a surprised "Eh" in his heart.

Since when did Baoguo Temple have such a young and handsome martial arts high monk? This is incredible!

In these few years, it seems that talented people are emerging one after another, giving the illusion that the Dao of Heaven has descended with good fortune.

Just in the capital alone, he has already seen three talented powerhouses.

Zhong Susu, Wang Hai, and this young high monk in front of him!

In his twenties, he is already a Ninth Rank martial artist. At this age, this speed of cultivation is extremely rare anywhere in the world.