The splendor of the Red Chamber, the power that reigns supreme.

Chapter 13: The Cheat Code Acquired
Ximen Da Guanren stared at the Daojian monk with a strange expression.

Seeing that Elder Daojian's hands were trembling, the teacups were clattering against the tray.

He scoffed, "What's the old monk afraid of? I don't eat people!"

Dao Jian shrank his neck and said, "I have long heard of your illustrious reputation, benefactor. I don't know why you are looking at me like that. I have never offended Master Ximen!"

Ximen Da Guanren laughed and asked, "What is your secular name and surname?"

Answer: "My surname is Liu!"

Ximen Qing laughed and said, "I see that your temple has been in disrepair for many years, which is a great pity. Although I, Ximen Qing, am not a great philanthropist, I cannot bear to see the Buddha suffer such injustice."

"Alright then, I, Ximen Qing, will personally take on the responsibility of rebuilding Yongfu Temple! As for the required funds, just come to my residence tomorrow to find me."

When Elder Daojian heard this, he could hardly believe his ears!

Just a moment ago I was terrified, but now such a great blessing has descended upon me!

His gaunt face instantly lit up with wild joy, his cloudy old eyes shone brightly, and he hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed, repeatedly saying, "Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! Master Ximen is truly a bodhisattva, a living Buddha reincarnated! On behalf of all the monks of the temple and believers from all directions, this humble monk kowtows to thank Master Ximen for his rebirth! Master Ximen's merits are immeasurable, and he will surely receive the Buddha's protection, enjoy long life and prosperity, and have many descendants!"

He was about to kneel down and kowtow when he said that.

Ximen Da Guanren waved his hand: "What? You were afraid I was a local ruffian at first, but now you think I'm a reincarnated Buddha?"

"Master Ximen, you are not Buddha, but you are better than Buddha!" ​​The abbot smiled awkwardly, but still kowtowed several times before getting up.

"That's impressive!" Master Ximen gave a thumbs up.

This kind of unyielding spirit—that I'll bow down and kowtow for money—is not something an ordinary person possesses!

Ximen Da Guanren knew that this abbot was nothing more than a snobbish and mercenary man in disguise.

A sycophantic lackey who wags his tail before the Buddha.

I'm too lazy to talk to him anymore, it's a waste of time.

It should be noted that Qinghe County is located at the location of the canal wharf.

Those traveling to or from the capital had to pass through Qinghe County.

Many high-ranking officials and nobles also believed in and worshipped Buddhism.

He only spent a few hundred taels of silver to repair this ancient temple.

Then we'll promote him properly.

Just like in modern times, it will not only create another tourist destination.

In the future, I will have another villa in Qinghe County to receive dignitaries and officials who come to worship Buddha.

Why not!
He feigned indifference and reached out to help her up, saying, "Elder, there's no need for such formality. It's just a small matter, nothing to worry about. Come early tomorrow, so as not to be late."

This abbot was clearly terrified of poverty.

He nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, sir, I'll wait at the gate of the mansion when it's just past dawn."

Ximen Qing was both amused and exasperated: "There's no need for that!"

Before he finished speaking, a sound of breaking earthenware pots came from the back hall. It turned out that a few young monks were peeking through the window. When they saw the abbot glaring at them, they disappeared like mice.

Ximen Qing kicked open the half-rotten door of the Weituo Temple, and cobwebs mixed with incense ash fell all over his shoulders.

Suddenly, a dark figure was seen squatting under the west wing corridor, gnawing on raw mutton while it was soaking in the rain.

The man looked up at the sound, his leopard-like eyes suddenly glowing like phosphorescence in the dim light, and sheep's blood trickling down his purplish-red face and into his disheveled beard. It was the Hu monk.

Dao Jian was so shocked that he took three steps back: "This...this master who's staying here only said he wanted to borrow the stove to cook some Solomon's Seal..."

The Hu monk grinned, ignoring Daojian, and looked at Ximen Qing with his sharp white teeth: "My lord, you have such a strong scent of women! You must be used to rolling around in peony bushes."

Ximen Da Guanren laughed and said, "It seems the venerable monk has some teachings for me?"

"Exactly!" The Hu monk untied the satchel on his back and carefully took out an object from inside.

Upon closer inspection, Ximen Qing saw that it was a gourd about two feet tall, polished to a high shine.

"This gourd contains a secret elixir from the Western Regions, possessing miraculous effects of strengthening the body's foundation, nourishing yang, and replenishing qi. This paper contains the prescription for this medicine. Although some of the ingredients are rare, with your abilities, sir, you should be able to find them easily." "With this, you'll be invincible among women!"

Ximen Qing nodded: "Thanks!"

After saying that, he took the gourd and the prescription and turned to leave.

The foreign monk was taken aback and called out to the retreating figure, "My lord, I haven't taught you how to use the magic yet!"

As he walked, Master Ximen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be taught.

The monk watched Ximen Qing's retreating figure from afar and sneered, "He's quite the scumbag! Let's see how long you can last!"

He turned around, leaped and disappeared in a few bounds – truly impressive skill!
Ximen Da Guanren held the gourd and sneered.

Ximen Qing was originally killed by his excessive indulgence in this thing.

This foreign monk's origins are unknown.

After delivering the medicine.

I come back every now and then to check on the person who delivered the medicine.

Isn't this a typical follow-up visit to an experiment?

Looking back now, this guy clearly targeted libertines in the brothel to be his "drug test subjects."

This stuff is fine as long as the dosage isn't too high.

Although medicinal herbs are expensive and cannot be sold in bulk, they are a good thing for currying favor with high-ranking officials and nobles!

Many wealthy and powerful nobles, once they have money and power, all that's left is women!
Jia Zhen, having heard that Ximen Qing was a master of horsemanship and spear fighting skills, came all the way to Qinghe County to learn from him!

If we had this invincible drug that gave men such masculine power, wouldn't we go crazy for it!

Ximen Da Guanren was overjoyed after receiving the benefit, and rode his horse at full speed all the way.

It was already past noon and we still hadn't eaten.

But I wasn't hungry at all.

Pull the reins.

They rushed towards the residence of their maternal uncle, Wu Qianhu.

On the way, they ordered two more jars of fine Jinhua wine and a box of seasonal fruits, and headed straight for Wu Qianhu's residence.

Upon hearing that his brother-in-law had come to visit, Commander Wu hurriedly led him to the back hall.

After the guests and hosts were seated, a maidservant served fragrant tea.

Ximen Da Guanren looked around.

Although his maternal uncle had followed in his father's footsteps and inherited the position of deputy commander of the Qinghe Guard.

However, he was far inferior to Commander He, whose power was very limited.

Although the house is fairly tidy and has maids to serve it, they are all just occasional helpers from my side.

Ximen Qing glanced at Wu Qianhu's face and saw that his brows were furrowed with worry, unlike his usual spirited self.

He then asked, "Brother-in-law, you look rather tired today. Is it because the affairs of the military are so complicated that you've been working too hard?"

Upon hearing this, Commander Wu sighed deeply, as if deflated, and said with a bitter face, "Brother-in-law, you don't know, it's not that I'm being pretentious, but I'm really carrying a heavy weight on my heart, making me restless day and night!"

Ximen Qing put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked concerned: "Oh? Brother-in-law, you are the deputy commander of Qinghe Guard, in charge of military affairs in this region. How powerful you are! What troubles you so much? Why don't you tell me? Perhaps I can share some of your burdens."

Wu Qianhu looked around and, seeing that there were no other people around, lowered his voice and leaned closer to Ximen Qing, saying, "Brother-in-law is no outsider, so I will tell you the truth."

"It's about that military granary! The military granary contains eight hundred bushels of old, damp rice. Last autumn's continuous rains made it damp, and the rice piled at the bottom of the granary was poorly ventilated. Now, with this hot summer weather, the moldy smell has seeped straight to the top of the granary!"

"The rice is getting darker day by day, and the grains are covered in green mold. I'm afraid that in less than half a month, it will rot into a pile of stinking mud and be worthless!"

(End of this chapter)