Chapter 28 Ledger

All four of his teammates had left, and only Wanli Fengdao was alone in the huge courtyard. As night fell, the moon and stars were sparse, the cold wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed, as if something was peeping at him in the dark forest.

Picking up dead branches and stacking them into piles, Wan Lifengdao held a long sword, took out high-concentration alcohol from the backpack column, sprinkled it on the firewood at random, and then took out a Swiss army knife from his trouser pocket, and used the flint on the army knife to burn the firewood. ignite.

A player can put up to 20 items in the backpack slot, and the item slot does not overlap with the equipment slot, so every slot in the backpack slot must be carefully calculated. High-concentration alcohol that can ignite fires and destroy corpses is eligible to be placed Backpack slot, while a full-featured Swiss Army Knife is carried close to the body without taking up an inventory slot.

When the flames rose, the light bloomed, and the warmth dispelled the chill, the eyes of Wanli Fengdao reflected the light of the fire, and the stiff expression on his face eased a lot.

The crackling of the firewood covered the sound of the wind and the slight groans coming from outside the courtyard of the temple.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

It can be heard that this is a woman's moan, but it has nothing to do with the beauty of spring,

If I had to describe it, it was like the desperate hoarse sound made when the throat was completely torn open and blood foam gushed out from the trachea.

It's very similar to Kayako's sobbing in "The Grudge".

Wanli Fengdao has performed many missions and has reached Lv5. In order to avoid danger in advance and facilitate self-protection, he deliberately piled up the attributes of agility and perception to 7 points.

Even though my ears were filled with the sound of wind and firewood crackling, I still heard strange groans outside the temple at the first moment.

Wan Li Fengdao held the long sword horizontally in front of his body, and was about to yell loudly for his teammates to come over to support him, but he heard the moan quickly turn from soft to loud, from far to near,

Click——

The bluestone floor tiles at the base of the wall were split into two, and the cracks in the slabs extended all the way from the base of the wall, like the waves stirred up by the water surface during swimming, attacking Wanli Fengdao.

Before Wan Lifengdao had time to shout, he saw a pale and flawless arm emerge from the soil under his feet like a long snake, and pushed open the stone slab brutally.

The arm is two meters high, the big arm and the forearm are slender and long, not human-shaped, the five green onion fingers are round and jade-like, and the nails on the top are painted with red Koudan made from impatiens petals. From the palm of the hand alone, take it It is more than enough to be a Taobao hand model.

Wanli Fengdao is not controlled by hand, even if it is controlled by hand, seeing this snow-white arm that is as long as a python suddenly appearing in front of him, I am afraid it cannot be controlled.

With the long sword in his hand, with the intent to kill himself, Wanli Fengdao slashed down with the momentum of thunder, but saw Xuebai's arm twisted and wriggled as if he had no bones, as if he had eyes, and easily dodged the sword.

Wanli Fengdao was about to lift the sword and turn back, but the weak and boneless arm shot at him, directly entangled Wanli Fengdao's waist, arms, and throat, like a python strangling its prey, and slowly tightened powerfully.

Snow-white plump and smooth palms without any warmth clasped his face, plucked his beard, and blocked his mouth and nose.

There is no charm, only fear.

In just a moment, Wan Lifengdao felt that his ribs were about to break, his eyes were bloodshot, and his oppressed lungs seemed to explode.

"Uh--"

He moaned with difficulty, and let go of the long sword in his hand with the last bit of strength.

The long sword fell downwards, but at the moment it was about to fall to the ground, it was picked up by the toe of Wanli Fengdao's shoe, and he finally held it in his hand.

Wanli Fengdao held the long sword behind his back, and stabbed at the source of the snow-white arm in the mud.

The point of the sword stabbed something, scarlet blood seeped out from the mud suddenly, only heard a scream, the snake-like arms quickly loosened their restraints, and retracted into the soil.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka——

Cracks appeared again on the bluestone slabs in the temple, and this time the cracks escaped in the direction of the outside of the temple.

The arm buried in the ground wanted to escape.

"Where to go?!"

A shout came from the front of the Daxiong Palace. Xing Hechou, who was holding various scriptures in his hand, threw away the Buddhist scriptures, pulled out a bronze halberd, and jumped down from the steps in front of the hall.

The bronze halberd burst into flames, streaked across the air in a circular line of fire, and slammed into the bluestone slab.

Gravel splashed, dust flew up, and there was another scream from the ground.

Master Huizhen, who followed closely behind Xing Hechou, stepped on the cloth shoes on the ground, and at the same time he jumped forward, his weak and petite flesh swelled suddenly, and instantly turned into a muscular man, with a shiny sound Tendon meat is comparable to Governor Arno.

boom!

The fists of the muscular monk Huizhi were like a pile driver, and they hit the ground. Visible tremor ripples appeared on the entire ground.

click.

There was a clear sound of broken bones, and monk Huizhi wanted to punch again, but found that the arm had escaped from the courtyard and rushed into the dense forest outside the temple.

"Ho ho ho cough cough cough cough..."

Wan Lifengdao stood there bent over, the pain of suffocation made him cough uncontrollably, the fresh air has never been so lovely and charming.

"Are you okay?" Xing He frowned and patted Wanli Fengdao's back. Monk Huizhi, whose muscles had recovered to normal, also came back.

"I'm fine." Wan Lifeng Dao's face turned red and then blue. Fortunately, he was the second highest rank person in this team, so he almost died on this slender arm that knew how to escape for no reason.

He barely straightened up, pulled the neckline to ease his breathing, and complained angrily: "Who said it's not dangerous for me to collect firewood by myself? Where is that Li?! What about others?"

"What are you calling me for?"

On the west side of the courtyard, Li Ang strolled over carrying a wooden box, followed by Liu Wushao, who was also holding a wooden box of the same style.

Wan Lifeng Dao lifted his long sword and said with a gloomy face, "I said that we should not split up. Do you know that I almost died?"

"Aren't you dead?" Li Ang curled his lips, and put down the wooden box in his hand, "That ghost can't even kill you, and now that we are all together, it can't kill us.

And now that we know its attack methods, future prevention will be more targeted. "

Wan Lifengdao's face was gloomy and uncertain, secretly wondering if this "companion" pretending to be crazy deliberately let him be attacked in the yard alone, so as to obtain enemy intelligence.

Li Ang ignored him, put down the wooden box in his hand, jumped up the steps of the Daxiong Palace, picked up the pile of Buddhist scriptures left by Xing Hechou and others, and turned back to the fire.

"The Shurangama Sutra, The Lotus Sutra, The Heart Sutra, The Vajra, The Lenga, The Northern Journey Collection, The Fengshan Collection, The Miscellaneous Records of Shan'an Temple.... The scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion are the same as the ones that the monk has read before."

Seeing Li Ang casually flipping through the Buddhist scriptures, Hui Bin clasped his palms together and said, "This is not a fictional world, it should be the ancient history of the real world, and it should be the Ming Dynasty at the latest."

"The Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty." Li Ang added casually, "To be precise, it was the 15th year of Jiajing.

"How do you know?" Xing Hechou asked.

"Look at the account book." Li Ang pointed to the wooden box under his feet, "This box contains the accounts of the Guhan Temple recorded by Abbot Daozhi of the Guhan Temple. The rent payment list of Fotian,

The last date is in 1533, March of the Jiawu Year. If you push back three years, it is now 1536. "

Ming Dynasty Jiajing...

Both Xing Heshou and Wan Lifengdao were at a loss. Although both of them had received compulsory education, the latter was still a post-90s college monk, but he was quite numb to history.

Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty was not as famous as Jianyuan in the Han Dynasty and Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, nor was it like the Qing Dynasty where there were old and young people who were willing to invest in braiding scenes in later generations.

The two of them really don't understand this period of history. It would be pretty good to be able to name Wang Shouren, Qi Jiguang, Hai Rui, etc., let alone the Renyin Palace Change and the Gengxu Rebellion.

Seeing the blank expressions of Xing Heshou and Wan Li Fengdao, Li Ang showed a sweet smile on his face,

He sat on the ground, put all kinds of books in front of him, held up a bill by the fire, and read it.

"What are you doing?" Wan Lifeng said dumbfounded: "Shouldn't we sit around together and beware of ghost attacks?"

"Just be on your guard. Let me look at the past bills of Guhan Temple first." Li Ang said leisurely: "The ghost has already attacked once just now, and it was also severely injured. It is estimated that there will be no further actions in a short time."

After all, Li Ang began to look at the account book at a glance, flipping through it very quickly, and at the same time picked up a Buddhist scripture and threw it to Huizhi, "Nong, Master Huizhi, please read it too, this is an ancient Buddhist book from five hundred years ago , are usually kept in museums.”

Hui Yin took the scriptures with a wry smile, and sat down too.

Li Ang looked at the ledger and read it aloud.

"In the year of the Renchen year, pay the imperial grain and national tax... water foot money... car foot money... mouth food money... treasury office money inspection... bamboo basket money...bamboo basket money..."

"In March of the Guisi year, the tenants and rents were liquidated...25 shi and 5 dou for the rent collection valley, 11 shi and 3 dou for the profit collection valley, 2 shi and 5 dou for the loan principal and interest shares...."

"...The loan is 20 taels from Gong Shisan, a Longyou bookseller, and Chen Zheng guarantees it. Every year, two cents of the bank's profit..."

The sound of Li Ang's reciting the account book was like a devil's voice, which made Xing Hechou's brain feel muddled. He would rather find a ghost to fight with him for 300 rounds than listen to these inexplicable things.

"Can you stop reading it?" Wan Li Fengdao couldn't help but said.

"Flowers will wither, grass will wither, people will lie, and clues will disappear, but the numbers on the ledger will not lie. No matter how clever the bookkeeper is or how he whitewashes it, the real problem will be exposed through simple digital games.

The sooner I read these bills, the sooner I can discover the anomalies in the Lonely Temple and find out why the ghosts haunt it. "

Li Ang shook the account book, and said casually: "These account books in Guhan Temple use the original Longmen account bookkeeping method.

That is to say, all accounts are divided into four categories: 'incoming' (various incomes), 'payment' (various expenditures), 'deposit' (various assets), and 'the' (various liabilities).

Use the balance method of "receipt-payment = deposit-receipt" for accounting, set up a general ledger for classified records, prepare a remittance table (profit statement), deposit the table (debt sheet), and implement double-regulation calculation of profit and loss.

This method of bookkeeping is also called Helongmen. "

Li Ang glanced at his teammates, "It sounds complicated, but it's actually quite simple to calculate. Do you have any majors in business administration? Help me reconcile the accounts together?"

"..."

God damn business administration.

Xing Hechou and Wan Lifengdao looked at each other, and there was a hint of pain in their eyes.

The Special Affairs Bureau's training for field personnel is mainly about how to deal with demons and ghosts. Where would they take culture classes like they are now?

Liu Wushao sat next to Li Ang, picked up the account book, and slowly flipped through it, as if he could understand the tedious classical Chinese and the cumbersome accounts arranged vertically.

Moreover, she did not read the account book word by word, but translated classical Chinese on the spot, and used modern accounting methods to directly reorganize the accounts.

Guhan Temple Changsheng Library lends to tenant farmers, landlords, and merchants, the principal and interest rate, the sum of principal and interest, compound interest, annualized interest, interest on interest...

Li Ang frowned, and looked at Liu Wushao, "You understand too?"

Liu Wuxia said blankly, "MSc, MBA."

Yo, master of science, master of business administration, high-end talents.

Li Ang nodded, and began to verbally reconcile the account with Liu Wushao,

The two seem to be talking to each other, you say something, I say something, Xing Hechou and Wan Lifengdao feel like dying,

Later, Li Ang and Liu Wushao, who cooperated tacitly, simply reported to each other a series of inexplicable nouns and numbers.

What is the cashier, deposit, inventory, invoicing, management fee, fixed asset details, intangible asset details, and liability details of Guhan Temple in the past few years...

Soon, nearly an hour passed, and Li Ang and Liu Wushao finally went through all the ledgers of the Guhan Temple in the past ten years in two large boxes.

"Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey."

Li Ang tapped the cover of the account book with his knuckles, and laughed strangely for no apparent reason.

Liu Wushao frowned lightly, a layer of unhappiness covered his cold and pretty face.

Xing Hechou, who had never felt that an hour could be so long, took a deep breath and asked Li Ang, "What did you find?"

"Blind spots."

Li Ang said faintly: "I think, I have guessed the identity of the female ghost with the arm just now."