The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 398 The Temple of the Lucky Fox [Third Update]

It was 9:30 p.m. at night in Xia Dong.

"What?! Master Fuli, you're back!?"

"May Mazu and the ancestors of the Chen family bless me! I can finally get rid of them!"

Old Chen, sitting in his courtyard wearing a t-shirt, drinking tea and watching videos, saw a message from Master Fuli saying that he was almost in Jiule City and asked him to help prepare charcoal for them to meet at the ancestral hall.

Upon seeing the message, Old Chen was suddenly overcome with joy and felt like crying tears of happiness.

The message from Master Fuli was like a thunderbolt to Old Chen, shattering the darkness.

During the time that Master Fuli was away, the pace of life in Changxi Town did not change much. Tea farmers went up the mountain every few days to inspect, catch insects, and spray pesticides. Tea factories in the village and town were working overtime to pack and ship the orders received from the tea competition.

The atmosphere in Changxi Town is peaceful and tranquil. Everyone has benefited from the village-level tea competition. Some tea merchants even want to buy summer tea from Shangpo Mountain and Shanjian to use for blending.

Everything is changing for the better.

however.

Old Chen was extremely irritable during this period.

But with the return of Master Fuli, all difficulties and worries will be swept away!

"Village chief, it says Yongchun Buddha's Hand Tea on the label. Is it a type of light-roasted Tieguanyin tea? I just Googled it, and it says Yongchun Buddha's Hand Tea has a citrus aroma, like the taste of Geisha coffee beans."

Just as Old Chen received the message from Master Fuli and was about to shed tears, a broken Xia Dong dialect suddenly came from his room, occasionally interspersed with whimpering words.

A typical blonde, blue-eyed, tanned woman wearing a bikini top and shorts and beach shoes ran out of Old Chen's house, carrying a can of high-mountain oolong tea worth 3500 yuan per kilogram.

She ran up to Old Chen, held out her hands, and pushed the Yongchun Buddha's Hand citron directly in front of him.

Compared to the gift-boxed tea canisters, the blue and white bikinis with the national flag on the foreigners' clothes stood out.

"Do you understand what I'm drinking? It's Yongchun Buddha's Hand tea." Old Chen snatched the tea canister back and hugged it tightly to his chest.

"Oh! Village chief, you underestimate me. I'm an SCA-certified senior barista in America," the foreign woman said confidently.

She felt that some things needed to be clarified.

Stripping wasn't her profession; she was forced into it when she couldn't afford property taxes. She was a very devout Christian, but under pressure from the American tax authorities, she had no choice but to sell her body.

after all
If she can't pay the property taxes, her mansion, worth over $800,000, will have to be auctioned off.

Mr. Chen said that if he pleased the old man, he would help him settle the property tax issue.

"What coffee? It's just burnt soy milk. Don't mess with my tea cabinet." Old Chen muttered under his breath as he took the tea leaves back and tucked them into his coat.

"Chen! Your shower gel is out again!" A foreign woman's voice came from the bathroom inside the house.

"You're all covered in sulfur soap! And shower gel too, you're practically drowning in the smell!" Old Chen said, looking utterly helpless.

While donating money to repair the ancestral hall and temple, Chen Nian also brought back two foreign girls for Master Fuli.

His idea was for the monks to bless the temple, while the Western female devotees would chant prayers, creating a fusion of East and West.

after all.

In Chen Nian's understanding, although Master Fuli originated from Changxi Town, his skills could reach overseas.

How can a temple be built without foreign believers coming to offer their congratulations?
They were devout believers, but they were so poor that they had been reduced to selling their bodies.

One hundred thousand dollars per person, guaranteed employment upon returning to China.

Whoever pays salaries is God.

The God of God is the Father Emperor!
Mr. Fuli is practically Daddy!
Chen Nian had arranged everything, but he had clearly forgotten one thing.

These two foreign girls were dirt poor; their underwear was practically worn out from washing so much that it had holes and was running. And they were also incredibly shameless.

They chose to stay at Old Chen's house.

When Old Chen saw these two foreigners, he was completely bewildered.

He's either complaining that Westerners' soy milk is too sweet, or he's always wearing a bikini and shorts, wandering around the village, playing with dogs if there are any, and petting the village kids if there aren't.

They also said that sunbathing is healthy, gives you a good tan, and makes Daddy happy, so he'll give you a tip.

The villagers had strong opinions.

But not all of them are big; some have likes, or they come to the office and ask if there are any ways to marry a foreign woman.

In short.

Old Chen gets a headache whenever he sees two foreign girls, but those things are all in the past now.

Mr. Fuli returned to the village. Old Chen immediately threw the two foreign girls over.

It was originally given by Chen Nian to Master Fuli, so it is perfectly reasonable for it to be returned to its rightful owner.

…………

"Old Chen's voice sounds weird?"

Sitting in the black van, An Sheng looked surprised after listening to the voice message sent by Lao Chen.

Old Chen's voice remained as steady as ever.

But you could also tell he was very excited.

"He must have a surprise for Master Fuli," Lin Bingyun said with a smile.

Lin Bingyun knew why the village chief was so excited.

Under Chen Nianqi's leadership, the Changxi Town Village Committee agreed to help sculpt a golden statue of the Fuli Master and build a temple for him.

Chen Nian's two million dollars was already enough.

However, after learning the news, Lin Ying also invested some money in land acquisition and construction.

What should have been a clay sculpture turned into 99.99% gold.

The land, which should have been 500 square meters, now has a mountain. What should have been a reinforced concrete antique-style building has been transformed into authentic woodwork by traditional intangible cultural heritage craftsmen.

The first temple of Master Fuli.

Lin Ying was very willing to spend her own money. If it weren't for the potential security issues, she would have really wanted to take out her treasured pure gold water clock and put it in the Fox Fairy Temple as an incense burner for worshippers to use when offering incense.

of course.

Neither Lin Ying nor Lin Bingyun mentioned this matter.

Lin Ying planned to take Master Fuli to the Fox Fairy Temple for an inspection during the Mid-Autumn Festival as a small surprise.

What was originally a shabby temple of just over 500 square meters has been transformed into a super luxurious manor covering hundreds of acres, nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

The Fox Fairy Temple on the ground is open to tourists for worship.

A large villa was built for Master Fuli in the underground area.

"Master Fuli!"

Upon seeing the convoy of black vans enter the village, Old Chen, who was anxiously waiting at the entrance, was immediately overjoyed.

"You're finally back! Please come in. That brat Chen Nian's filial piety gifts have been sitting here with me."

"Respect?"

Reclining in his airline seat, Mr. Fuli waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about those things later!"

"My schedule is very full. There are still two bandit dens in the mountains that I haven't been able to wipe out. I came back tonight to make a tea for the city-level tea competition."

"Have you finished processing the tea leaves?"

As he spoke, Master Fuli beckoned Old Chen to get in and had Lin Bingyun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, drive.

"Huh? Then..."

"I'll let you go for now. I trust your character in the whole village," Master Fuli said confidently.

An Sheng had complete faith in Lao Chen's character.

He held the village committee in one hand and prestige in the other, yet he never abused his power. He managed the village's collective interests in an orderly manner, earning the trust of all the villagers.

Chen Nian's filial piety consisted of nothing more than foreign girls and US dollars, which he could simply leave at Old Chen's house.

An Sheng is really very busy.

After finishing the tea-making process, I need to find Ah Bai and Grandma Hedgehog, and then I have to catch a flight back to Chang'an. I don't have time to see Xiao Jing.

"Hey, if we suddenly popped out of the washing machine and started shaking it, do you think Daddy would pull out a wad of dollars and slap us hard?" The foreign girl, who called herself a senior barista, squatted inside the machine, tying a red ribbon around herself, and asked her companion.

"The US dollar is good."

"But I still hope to see Daddy use the rift behind me as a POS machine to make a purchase," the foreign girl, who had just finished a hot shower, said with a devout expression.

"Wow! Your idea is great! It's a pity we don't have a POS machine!" the barista said with a regretful expression.

“But we have WeChat and Alipay! Daddy can scan the code for us directly. It’s just that the tax bureau is too troublesome. Even though we’ve moved abroad, we still have to pay taxes.”

(End of this chapter)