I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2632 - 1645: Supreme Fortune Lot (Part 2)

The hiking trail wasn’t dull, especially with the mountains covered in maple leaves. After the rain, they turned a blazing red, and when the wind blew, it was like a living sea of fire, making the clear sky seem more vibrant. Many pilgrims stopped along the way to take photos.

"Wanna rest for a bit?"

Jiang Chen was still worried about Qing Mei’s health, "The view’s nice too."

"It’s fine to wait until the top to enjoy the view."

Personalities really show in every action.

Jiang Chen didn’t insist, and after taking more than twenty minutes to climb the mountain, he finally received Wu Yufei’s return call at the gate.

"Did you call me?"

Indeed.

If she hadn’t called back, Jiang Chen would almost have forgotten who he was calling.

It seemed he’d called after Xu Shangao’s concert, planning to crash another night from the venue,

only now, what time is it, exactly what date?

Two days have passed!

"Is your phone in another timezone than ours?"

What’s this called?

Getting the best out of both worlds.

If she’d answered then, could he have watched "Mountain Village Corpse"?

"My phone seems broken, did you have something urgent when you called?"

Even if there was something.

Now it’s just water under the bridge.

Jiang Chen chuckled bitterly, glancing at Qing Mei beside him, "Nothing, just asking if you’d rested."

"Oh, I was drinking with Sister Ji, afterward slept too much. Sister Ji is the one who lives upstairs, you’ve met her."

This attitude is still okay.

But is it necessary to wait two days to call back if she only fell asleep?

Oh.

The phone was slightly malfunctioning.

"Spare some time to get a new phone, Apple has a new model."

"No way, I must support domestic products."

"Bye-bye."

Jiang Chen promptly hung up. This was somewhat impolite to a female classmate.

"I never realized she was so scatterbrained."

After hanging up, he was still muttering about her faults.

"Wu Yufei?"

"Yeah."

Fang Qing’s lips slightly curved.

Speaking of which.

She really should thank her.

Thank her...

For her facilitation.

Who’s to say, women are inherently jealous?

"Why are you laughing?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

Fang Qing sighed softly as she walked between the Bell Tower and Drum Tower, "How come all the good girls in the world keep meeting you?"

"Don’t compliment yourself like that. Here on Buddha’s turf, you should be a bit humble."

They entered the Heavenly King Hall.

"Do you have cash?"

Fang Qing asked.

"You don’t have cash?"

Fang Qing shook her head.

"Then you..."

Fang Qing explained, pointing to the QR code pasted on the Merit Box, "You can scan the code."

Jiang Chen was left speechless.

Scanning is certainly convenient, but as always, it lacks ceremony and reduces worship to a rather commercial act.

Jiang Chen took out his wallet and extracted a hundred-dollar bill.

Being a billionaire, such is his grandeur.

"Here."

"Don’t you have something smaller?"

Fang Qing didn’t take it, asking.

Jiang Chen froze.

What, what do you mean?

My Qing Gege, have you forgotten where you are?

Maitreya and the Four Heavenly Kings are watching you.

Oh.

Also.

The face of the monk next to the Merit Box giving Amitabha thanks to the devotees changed.

"...I do."

With a peculiar feeling, Jiang Chen, under the watchful eyes of the monk, put the hundred-dollar bill back and pulled out a smaller denomination.

Twenty.

Jiang Chen raised his hand holding the money.

They exchanged looks.

This time Fang Qing was more direct.

"Do you have coins?"

Alright.

The monk’s face darkened, and the tone of his chanting fluctuated.

As for coins, he truly didn’t have any.

Jiang Chen shook his head silently; he still had some pride.

"Just put in the twenty."

Fang Qing ignored him, didn’t take the money, but pulled out her phone.

Hmm.

She began to scan.

Jiang Chen lowered his hand, put back the twenty, and deliberately peeked at the amount she scanned, almost choking.

One dollar.

As they exited through the back door of the Heavenly King Hall, neither could forget the restrained emotion in the monk’s eyes beside the Merit Box.

"Maitreya plus Four Heavenly Kings, one dollar, how to split? At least send five dollars, oh right, there’s also Weituo Bodhisattva here."

Weituo Bodhisattva faces the Great Hall from Maitreya’s back, only visible upon approaching.

"A grain of rice from Buddhism weighs as heavy as Mount Sumeru."

Fang Qing remained calm, not feeling her behavior inappropriate or an offense to the Buddha.

Jiang Chen felt enlightened, showing deep reverence. This isn’t economical worship; it’s understanding the essence of Buddhism.

Without hesitation, he decisively pocketed the twenty.

Regardless of which Buddha, Fang Qing treats them equally, knowing he has no small change, she doesn’t ask him to spend from his wallet, she scans for all, including The Buddha, uniformly one dollar.

If every devotee were like her, wouldn’t the temple monks have to eat vegetarian meals?

When passing the Martial Wealth God Hall, Fang Qing paused.

"You’re not going in?"

A certain person like a tagalong shook their head.

A businessman in a temple, doesn’t worship God of Wealth?

Simply preposterous.

Although Fang Qing isn’t obsessed with wealth, she reminded him for his sake, "Go inside and pay your respects."

Worshiping Buddha doesn’t necessarily bring benefits.

But it certainly wouldn’t cause any harm.

"I’d rather not enter, lest I anger the God of Wealth."

Jiang Chen still shook his head.

Fang Qing was puzzled, "Why?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "Because... one must know to be content."

With his current assets and wealth, not to mention the God of Wealth paying respects to him, such is arrogant, yet in God’s domain, one should remain humble. If he went in to seek wealth, were the God of Wealth truly responsive, he’d most likely be kicked out.