"This... this is naturally an excellent thing, a great merit!" Zhao Guangcai wiped away sweat and nodded deferentially. "It's just that the expense will be enormous. I'm afraid the costs may outweigh the income..."
"You don't need to worry about that." Chu Yang pulled two spirit-stone notes he had swiped from Bai Ling out of his robes and slapped them extravagantly onto the table. "These two notes are enough to buy half of Tianfeng City. I'll provide the money. You organize the people. But let me make one thing clear: if I find out that even a single grain of rice from this orphanage goes into the mouth of someone who has no business eating it..."
Chu Yang suddenly turned and slammed his palm down on the corner of the table. The solid hardwood table instantly crumbled into a heap of dust.
Zhao Guangcai collapsed to the floor in terror. "Rest assured, young hero! This lowly official will personally oversee it. If anything goes wrong, I'll offer you my head!"
"Master, what do you think? Can this be done?" Chu Yang turned to Tang Monk.
Tang Monk's face had already returned to its usual compassion. Looking at the gold and silver hauled out of the cellar, he let out a soft sigh. "The Buddha said that saving one life surpasses building a seven-story pagoda. Benefactor Chu's actions have built a refuge where these suffering people may survive. This humble monk agrees with all his heart."
"Alright, then. The location is settled, and we have enough money. All that's left is a name." Chu Yang grinned. "Master, you're a man of great wisdom. This place needs a resounding name, one that can suppress evil spirits and give the poor something to hope for. Why don't you name it?"
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