In the Jinchengfang residence, Li Ang was reading the local county annals of the former Sui Dynasty, thoughtfully.
The Jialan Sect, like the Jing Nian Sect to which the monk Shi Xing belongs, both have a Zen background.
The difference is that Jing Nian Sect is the face of Zen Buddhism and often goes to the capital and Luoyang to give lectures to emperors.
The Jialan Sect is more inclined to take the bottom route.
Their main business is treating diseases and lending money.
In the former Sui Dynasty, Zen temples and Taoist temples had always been an integral part of the folk medical system. The retired monks and Taoists had a lot of free time. In addition to studying spiritual classics, they would occasionally study Qihuang medical skills.
Over time, some monks and Taoists became famous for their medical skills, attracting people from around them to visit and seek medical advice.
Beitian Hospital was pioneered by Buddhists. The word Beitian at the beginning is also a Buddhist word, meaning poverty and hardship.
The medical skills of the Jialan Sect are quite superb. In local county annals, celebrity poems and other materials, they are described as superb, almost like the flesh and white bones of the living dead, and are as famous as another sect, Lihua Valley.
Moreover, they do not set any thresholds. Regardless of the patient's beliefs, age, gender, or even wanted suspects or criminal thieves, as long as they enter the door of the Jialan Sect, they will treat them.
"There is only one rule, the patient must pay one-third of all property as medical expenses."
Li Ang looked at the information and raised his eyebrows slightly.
How good the Jialan Sect's medical skills are, how strong their obsession with money is.
For ordinary people who don't have much money in the first place, handing over one-third of their property is nothing. The most they can do is sell their houses and cattle.
The rich business families are in dire straits. Counting all their property including land, houses, and company shares, one-third of it is taken away at one time, which is enough to make them vomit a mouthful of blood.
Many powerful people are trying to delay defaulting on debts, or to save the country, by "distributing" their property to relatives and friends a year or several years in advance.
To no avail,
The Jialan Sect will take back their property in a way they think is reasonable, and for this purpose they will not hesitate to start a war among the monks with other aristocratic families and sects.
In this way, the Jialan Sect quickly accumulated huge wealth, and they used this wealth to set up banks and lend money to any farmers, businessmen, sects, and even countries in need.
Tianzhu, Nanzhao, Zhou State, Jing State, etc. have all borrowed money from Jialan Sect.
So much so that people in the former Sui Dynasty joked that the richest person in the world was not the Sui Emperor or the head of Haotian, but the bald monk of Lingtai Mountain.
However, an ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of possessing a jade, let alone such a huge wealth.
The last abbot of Jialan Sect saw the chaos in the late Sui Dynasty and felt deeply that troubled times were coming. He gradually closed down the bank business, dispersed some of the money, led a few disciples to hide in the mountains, and established a new mountain gate.
Later, the Sui Dynasty fell and war broke out. Countless monks and warlords fought in the Central Plains. The original mountain gate of Jialan Sect was destroyed immediately, and all the wealth was plundered.
The other monks from other sects dug deep into the ground, but failed to find the legendary secret treasure of the Jialan Sect, which is said to be so rich that the country cannot be rivaled.
It wasn't until a hundred years ago that the Xuegong found the dilapidated ruins of the Jialan Sect's hidden mountain gate deep in the mountains and forests.
The place was in a mess. It had obviously gone through a war, and there was no trace of the secret treasure.
After Xuegong announced the news, many people in the world sneered, thinking that Xuegong and Yu State had monopolized the wealth.
Others believe that this is a tomb used by the Jialan Sect to confuse the world, and that the real secret treasures are still elsewhere.
"The ruins from hundreds of years ago are now used as competition venues,"
Li Ang closed the county journal and asked doubtfully: "What does this mean? Do you want us to help dig for treasures?"
Not very likely.
They have been found for a hundred years, and basically everything of value has been unearthed.
In addition... Li Ang does not intend to compete seriously.
‘Bian Chenpei’s testimony is a little troublesome. This time, there are 20 people from the Listening to the Rain Realm and 20 people from the Xunyun Realm. In the end, ten people were selected to go to Zhanquan for further training.
Suppose I really win and go to Taihao Mountain...'
That place is Haotian's base camp. Who knows what ancient restrictions there are, maybe they can detect Mo Si.
‘It’s a bit jarring to withdraw from the competition abruptly. Just wait until half a month later to participate in the competition and get a ranking that is neither high nor low.’
Li Ang made up his mind to fish in the water, released his mind power, and put the county annals back on the bookshelf.
Dong dong dong——
There was a knock on the door, and Li Ang habitually shouted, "Please come in."
When the door opened, what appeared was not firewood, but Ashinagara.
The Turkic girl blushed and stood outside the door in her pajamas, holding a wooden plate with milk and cut and arranged pears.
"Huh?"
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, and Ashinagaro walked in unsteadily and carefully placed the wooden plate on the table.
"Uh, thank you."
Li Ang didn't react, so he subconsciously leaned back and lay on the back of the chair to avoid touching Ashinagaro.
Although the Turkic girl is petite, it is early summer, and the pajamas she is wearing are a little thin, which highlights her figure that does not match her age.
When he got close, Li Ang could smell her milky fragrance mixed with the smell of grass, a bit like a newborn lamb.
Hmm... Speaking of which, after soap was introduced to the Turks, the people there seemed to have taken the initiative and added spices to the soap themselves.
I don’t know if they paid themselves any patent fees.
"Inside,"
Ashinagaro stood up, put his hands behind his back, and bit his lips. He was completely different from his usual carefree look. He stood there and said coquettishly: "I..."
They are now available for sale in both the east and west cities.
Li Ang subconsciously complained in his heart, smiled and asked: "What's wrong?"
"Thank you very much for today."
Ashinagaro said a little incoherently: "I read in the newspaper that you beat that Bian Chenpei so hard today that his head was swollen like a pig's head.
In the future, if Taihaoshan asks about your crime, the Imperial Palace cannot protect you, so you can secretly come to Turks to find me. That’s it.”
Bian Chenpei is just an ordinary disciple. It is still unclear whether his father can be promoted to the position of trial cardinal. Even if he is promoted, he may not be able to do anything to the Academy. If the Academy cannot protect Li Ang, then the Turks will certainly not be able to protect him either.
Li Ang laughed dumbly, understanding Ashinagara's good intentions, smiled and nodded, "Well, thank you."
"Yeah."
Ashinaga blushed and nodded, standing there for a few seconds. Seeing that Li Ang didn't respond, he gritted his teeth and came closer.
Bo.
The girl fled the study room as if fleeing, leaving Li Ang alone and messy on his seat.
He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth where the touch was still there, feeling a little confused.
Is this a kiss?
Apart from being naive and playing with Chai Chai face to face when he was young, this must be the first time, right?
Well, having said that, the suturing wound on Jia Luo’s stomach with suture thread is really beautiful, and it is indeed my handiwork.
"Ah sneeze——"
In the Daming Palace, Princess Guanghua Li Leling suddenly sneezed as she was about to sleep.
The maid on the side was startled and asked quickly: "Did the princess catch a cold?"
"No, it's just a feeling..."
Li Leling frowned slightly, and while lying down, she asked uncertainly: "Who took my things?"