I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1420 - 1424: Mainly Want to Save People

The young monk had apparently never seen so much money in his life, and for a moment, he didn't even know what to do. With such a large sum of money, not only could they help more people, but they could also repair the temple a bit.

"Little master, I think it's better not to trouble you with this matter. Why don't you take me to see your abbot, and let him decide," Zhang Menglong said, looking at the young monk's perplexed expression with a mix of amusement and frustration.

"Alright, then follow me!" The young monk staggered toward the ancient Xuanlong Temple, it seemed the abbot of Xuanlong Temple lived there.

Beside the ancient temple, there seemed to be an old brick house. It appeared the abbot lived there.

"Master, master!" The young monk knocked on the door.

The door opened, and an old monk, who looked at least a hundred years old, came out of the room. Although he looked frail and bent, his body was very healthy, and he walked briskly, as if he were not a day over a hundred.

"Master, there's a benefactor who wants to donate a large sum of money to our Xuanlong Temple, but there's something dirty following him. I couldn't make a decision, so I came to find you!"

"I'm already aware," the old monk patted the young monk's head, "Go and do your routine for the day; I'll take care of the guest."

"Alright!" The young monk nodded obediently, then ran in another direction.

"Greetings, master. May I ask how you are addressed?" Zhang Menglong asked respectfully.

"Old monk Yuankong."

"Master Yuankong, my friends and I wish to stay at Xuanlong Temple for three months. I wonder if you could do us this favor?" Zhang Menglong inquired, "I am willing to donate 1 billion Blue Crystal Yuan to Xuanlong Temple, and you can decide how it is used."

"Thank you for your generosity," Master Yuankong smiled, "You are a person of wealth and fortune, why would you want to endure hardship at our Xuanlong Temple?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Recently, I've had some realizations and want to learn some Buddhist teachings. I've heard that the master has profound understanding, so I wish to learn from you."

"Benefactor, I actually know the real reason for your visit; you don't need to deceive this old monk. You wish to seek refuge at our Xuanlong Temple, right?" Master Yuankong immediately uncovered Zhang Menglong's lie.

"Hahaha," Zhang Menglong was a bit embarrassed, "You truly are a master in Buddhist teachings, I admire you. Indeed, I've come to seek your protection this time."

"Is that thing brought by you, benefactor?" Master Yuankong pointed to the sky.

Turning around, Zhang Menglong looked at the direction indicated, at the black mist, and it seemed, perhaps just an illusion, that it had grown considerably larger than before.

Zhang Menglong was certain that ordinary people shouldn't be able to see that black mist, which indicated that Master Yuankong was indeed quite capable, a truly accomplished monk, far superior to those professionalized monks on their Earth.

"Yes, master," Zhang Menglong said, "Several of my friends have been entangled by this thing, and quite a few have even died from accidents. We heard Xuanlong Temple is a Holy Land, so we came here to seek your protection, hoping you could take us in."

"I'm sorry," Master Yuankong shook his head, "As monks, we believe saving a life surpasses building a Level Seven pagoda. We shouldn't stand by and watch someone die, but I must also be responsible for the 183 people in our Xuanlong Temple. I cannot risk the safety of the entire temple for one benefactor... Besides, our Xuanlong Temple doesn't have the capacity to protect you."

"Why not?" Zhang Menglong didn't understand, "I heard that a few years ago, the master took in a group of people like us and even taught them to recite scriptures and practice Buddhism. Why can't you do the same for us?"

"Benefactor, the curse you are dealing with is several times stronger than theirs," Master Yuankong explained, "Even then, when we took them in, our Xuanlong Temple was nearly destroyed. Teaching them Buddhist Law was merely to help resist that force, which was already the limit of our Xuanlong Temple."

"The curse you are under is too perilous, and our Xuankong Temple cannot aid you, so please forgive this old monk's inability. The only thing I can do is recite the scriptures for your passage to the next life..."

"Dammit! This old man is cursing me to death before doing anything! Is this world that cold?" Zhang Menglong was at a loss for words. Master Yuankong's way of speaking was overly blunt, couldn't he be more tactful?

"Benefactor, look, the storm outside is getting worse!"

If the weather earlier was just dusk-like brightness, now it was pitch black, even though it was only two or three in the afternoon!

And it seemed that the protection range of the temple had shrunk a bit, as if that energy was constantly eroding the temple's protective power.

"Brother Zhang, we're back!"

At this moment, Hui and others returned, but there seemed to be fewer people than before, and it was clear without asking that they were gone.

"We encountered a car accident on the way; a tanker truck crashed into the bus we were on and then exploded, killing 7 people." Nazha's face was pale, and Zhang Menglong noticed bloodstains on his cuff, indicating he was also injured.

As a few people entered, the black mist at the horizon swelled more than three times, and the surrounding torrential rain and storm grew increasingly fierce.

"Master, how about this: we'll only stay here for a short while because we need time to prepare some lifesaving measures. If we compromise the safety of Xuanlong Temple, we'll leave immediately. What do you think? I promise to make the donation without a single cent missing!"

"Well..." Master Yuankong was also hesitant. He clearly noticed the dire condition of Nazha and the others. From the perspective of a monk, he wanted to help, but seeing the worsening storm...

"Alright!" Master Yuankong finally decided not to expel Zhang Menglong and others, "But you can only stay for three days. At the current rate, in three days, the situation will reach the limit our temple can bear. You must leave before dark the day after tomorrow!"

"It's not for the money, but mainly to do my little bit for the benefactors." Master Yuankong accepted the 1 billion deposit card without changing his expression.

"That's enough!" Zhang Menglong finally showed a joyful expression, "If we have three days, not only can we save ourselves, but I am confident we can even defeat the Grim Reaper! Thank you, master!"

"Please follow me," Master Yuankong sighed as he led them. Beside the ancient temple, there was a row of neatly arranged houses, where some cultivators would occasionally stay temporarily at Xuanlong Temple. Although there were many of them, the accommodations would suffice if they squeezed a bit.

"For the next couple of days, benefactors, please bear with the conditions here," Master Yuankong said.

"Master, please wait," Zhang Menglong stopped Master Yuankong, who was about to turn away, "I want to ask you a question."

"Benefactor, feel free to ask; if it's something this old monk knows, I won't hide it from you." After all, having received ten billion from Zhang Menglong, it was only fair to satisfy this small request.

"I want to ask, master, why does the ancient temple have the power to repel those vile things?"

"Ah, that!" Master Yuankong also showed a look of longing, "It all starts with the founder of Xuanlong Temple, who was a truly enlightened monk..."