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Yu Ling's family has a great cause, and it wants to subdue all the maritime merchants, fight with the robbers on the sea, and even make the nobles of Fanbang jealous.

If you want to say that what she did is completely in line with the laws of the Tang Dynasty, she won't believe it if she kills Cui Geng!

Cui Geng couldn't help but secretly wonder, if the government got evidence of Yu Ling's violation, or even involved in a life lawsuit, should I expose my identity and help her?

While Cui Geng was thinking wildly, the person in charge of this group of sergeants had already stepped aboard.

Strangely, this person was not an official of the imperial court, but a middle-aged monk dressed in gorgeous clothes and a red face.

As soon as he boarded the boat, he shouted: "Where is the widow Yu~ woman, where is the widow Yu~ woman, hurry up and let her come to see Grandpa Buddha." Worship slowly, she can't afford to eat. ”

Yu Ling has seen a lot of things, and she is not so afraid, she stepped forward, blessed slightly, and said, "Concubine Yu Ling meets this high monk." ”

"Huh? Are you the widow ~ woman? It is rumored that you are beautiful, but the poor monk thinks it is an exaggeration. When I saw it today, I understood, what is an exaggeration, how can the rumors in the world compare to the real person of Yu Xiaoniang? ”

The monk was taken aback at first, and then his eyes narrowed into a slit with joy.

As he spoke, he actually stretched out his hand and touched Yu Ling's slender jade fingers.

Yu Ling flashed to the side without a trace, and said coquettishly: "Master, you haven't said your identity yet, it's too rude." ”

"Well, it's the poor monk who is reckless." The monk touched his bald head and said, "The poor monk is called Yuanhai." ”

"Genhai?" Yu Ling had never heard of this name, so she repeated it.

Yuan Hai explained: "Speaking of the name of the poor monk, you may not have heard of it. However, when it comes to my teacher, he is very famous. ”

"Huh? Who are your teachers? ”

"Today's national teacher is bright. Now my master is very favored in front of His Majesty, and he is not a mile away. ”

"Oh? Then why didn't the master serve the master in Beijing, but came to Guangzhou? ”

"This brings us to the point where the poor monk came to see Yu Niangzi." Yuan Hai looked around and said, "Talking outside the cabin, is this the hospitality of Yu Niangzi." ”

"It's the concubine's rudeness."

Yu Ling let the monk Yuanhai into the cabin and ordered the maid to offer fragrant tea.

Cui Geng was afraid that Yu Ling would suffer, so he stood behind her. Yuan Hai thought he was Yu Ling's family, and he didn't care.

After a few words of gossip, Monk Yuanhai went straight to the point and said, "It's not a secret...... The poor monk was ordered by His Majesty to come to Guangzhou to build the Shengshan Temple. The court was in a difficult situation, and asked Mrs. Yu to help her. ”

The origin of Shengshan Temple, whether it is Cui Geng or Yu Ling, is not unfamiliar.

Don't care how many grievances there are between Li Xian and Wu Zetian, the mother and son, after Wu Zetian's death, Li Xian always has to show his filial piety.

His most obvious expression is to build three Shengshan Temples to pray for Wu Zetian: one in Chang'an, one in Luoyang, and one in Guangzhou.

The construction of these temples was huge and costly, and it was not possible to start construction at the same time, but had to be built one after another.

The Shengshan Temple in Chang'an and Luoyang was built by the monk Huifan. But soon after it was built, Monk Huifan was impeached for corruption by Cui Geng and withdrew from politics. The third Shengshan Temple has never been built.

Unexpectedly, Li Xian actually handed over this project to Monk Yuanhai.

Yu Ling nodded and said: "Since this temple was built to pray for the blessing of the Great Holy Empress of Zetian, the people's daughter, as a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, should do her best." As...... How about I donate 50,000 yuan? ”

Don't look at Cui Geng's business, all of a sudden, millions, tens of millions. In fact, Yu Ling's willingness to donate 50,000 yuan is quite a lot.

You must know that if the history of Guangzhou is to fight an autumn wind, the entire port can get 30,000 yuan.

Yuan Haidao: "Okay, 50,000 is 50,000, Yu Niangzi is really bright!" It's not like some people, toasting without eating and drinking, one or two thousand yuan at a time, grandma's, when this seat is called Hanako. ”

"One or two thousand, it's not a lot, right?"

"Mrs. Yu doesn't have to speak for them, this seat has its own measure." Yuan Haidao: "They really don't have money, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid of pretending to be poor." Recently, this seat has posted a series of posts and arrested dozens of people. Hey...... You know what? ”

"What's wrong?"

Those people toasted and did not eat and drink, and immediately bought and sold land, and scraped together a million yuan for the poor monks. You say, are they cheap bones? ”

"Uh...... Cheap bones, cheap bones. Yu Ling responded awkwardly.

The beauty knew in her heart that this monk of Yuanhai deliberately talked about this, on the one hand, to show off, and on the other hand, to threaten himself.

Yuan Hai picked up the tea soup, took a sip, looked at Yu Ling with squints, and said, "Mrs. Yu is at a good age, but she is not accompanied by a man. Whenever in the dead of night, have you ever thought about those things that are going to happen? ”

Yu Ling's face was solemn, and he said, "The master is a monk, please respect your identity." ”

"Hey, what's this?" Monk Yuanhai said nonchalantly: "The Buddha has clouds, emptiness is color, and color is emptiness." Let me talk about "emptiness", what is not the importance of identity? Moreover, Sage Kong also said that it is also color-eating. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Yu Ling's hand again, and said, "If Yu Niangzi is really lonely in the boudoir, the poor monk is very willing to help." ”

Yu Ling is now sitting on the chair, and it is impossible to avoid without a trace.

Immediately, she picked up the teacup, pushed it to the side, and said, "The master is virtuous and profound, and he has seen through the color and emptiness as one, of course he can say it casually." It's just that the slave family has to keep the woman's way, but they can't listen to it casually. ”

"Oh? That's a new thing. You are a widow~ woman, what scruples do you have? ”

"Master's words, it's really old. The slave family used to be a widow~ woman, but now, she is married. ”

"Huh? Who are you married to? ”

Yu Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at Cui Geng, and said, "That's it...... He! ”