Chapter 553 The Emperor's Chronicle
Song Ji read the loan contract word by word to ensure that there were no ambiguities, vague terms, unclear boundaries, etc. before manipulating the system to sign.

If this electronic contract was tampered with again, or there were omissions, he would accept it. It would be useless to struggle if they went to so much trouble to deal with such a low-class person like him.

As for paper contracts, Song Ji would never dare to sign them. Yin-Yang contracts and false contracts were child's play. He had even seen carbon copies of contracts. The method was very simple and ancient. It was to attach a layer of carbon copy paper as thin as a cicada's wing to the back of the contract paper, and then press several or even dozens of contracts together. Hundreds of papers were as thick as one piece of paper. As long as you dare to sign, you can be sure that more than a dozen names will be signed.

Not to mention the nano-engraving, the additional clauses cannot be seen with the naked eye, or the contracts that appear to be textures on paper but are actually hidden text. It can only be said that the thinking is relatively open-minded. The most important thing is that once such a contract is signed, you have to accept it!
With money in his pocket, even the hunger in his stomach was not that strong. Song Ji then looked around. Except for the half of the iron-clad copper door that Maitreya used as a door curtain, this crooked space could be called a house.

There are two big mountains in the house, one is a garbage mountain, and the other is also a garbage mountain, but Maitreya’s garbage mountain is made up of pieces of goods of unknown origin, and it looks more like a pile of miscellaneous items.

In the middle of the two garbage mountains is a huge Buddha, sitting cross-legged. However, it is not made of stone, but a steel Buddha that adapts to the local customs. Around its neck hangs a string of colorful neon lights that look like Buddhist beads. Its eyes are two big holes, with no pupils. Messy wires can be seen inside, connecting two...big searchlights?
In front of the pitch-black iron Buddha are two rows of electronic candles and two electronic incense sticks. As long as the power is turned off, the Buddha's incense will never be cut off. Electronic incense and candles are used to worship the mechanical Buddha, which brings immeasurable merits.

Further in was a large sunken pit, revealing half of a large golden cymbal. On top of the cymbal were countless books, piled up in a messy manner and in all directions.

"You have good taste, my guest. This is the Three Treasures of the Wonderful Dharma of my Buddhist family. Each of them is a profound book. Do you want to buy a copy and take it home to worship? The Buddha will accumulate merit for you."

Maitreya looked at Song Ji with a determined gaze and spoke like an enthusiastic salesman.

Song Ji tiptoed through the pile of books and pulled out a book from the layers and layers of the precarious tower of books. He opened it and saw words and pictures. Perhaps there was something wrong with the new nervous system and it was loading slowly. Even the clothes of the characters in the picture were not loaded. A man and a woman were entangled together, and it was like a fight between fairies!

“Is this also the Tripitaka of the Wonderful Dharma?”

Maitreya remained calm and collected, "This is the Good Karma Sutra left by the Happy Buddha. It contains the Mirror of Bliss. It worships yin and yang above and regulates dragons and tigers below. It aims to achieve harmony between yin and yang. It also has a secret method, the Great Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth, which strengthens the body and prolongs life."

He flipped his hand and said, "How about it? I'll sell it to you for 500 yuan. You can pick wheels after practicing."

Song Ji rolled his eyes. Regardless of whether he could be the one to pick the wheel, his current job plan did not include gigolos. Gender and sexual orientation were the two most confusing items in the cyber world, each with countless branches, enough to support thousands of experts.

"Tsk, you don't know what's good. What about this?"

Maitreya picked up a piece of iron and said, "This is a treasure from ancient times. Although I don't recognize the characters on it, based on the pictograms, radicals, and original meanings, I can be sure that this is a systematic and long-standing text. You just need to buy a translator online and deduce it tens of thousands of times, and you can get a secret manual of magical skills."

"I heard... yes, this secret book can make you stronger just by breathing. Don't miss it if you pass by! I'll sell it to you for 500 yuan!"

"No, you are preparing to transfer the resources back right after borrowing the money. Are you afraid that I won't live long enough to pay you back?"

Song Ji was somewhat helpless. Not to mention that he still had a use for the money he received, he just looked at the secret book that was praised as miraculous, a small yellow comic book without any words, and a piece of metal fragment with words engraved on it. Song Ji happened to recognize the so-called ancient characters, which were the characters in reality. He was a fish that had missed the net and received a normal nine-year compulsory education, but it did not prevent him from recognizing the words "Jiangnan Weaving General Administration's Second Machinery Factory" on the iron sheet. If he could comprehend a magical skill, it would be a magical skill for ironworkers.

In the previous life, it was not that no one thought that there were good things buried in these junk and garbage piles. After Maitreya's true identity was exposed, there was a buying frenzy. A group of local tyrants offered high prices offline for the small items sold by Maitreya, which aroused the interest of countless people. However, until Song Ji closed his eyes, the players did not discover any secrets, and the secret manuals of magical skills were even more empty talk.

Instead, some scalpers and middlemen smelled a business opportunity and drove up the prices of these small items, whether real or fake, that were branded with the name of Maitreya, to the sky, and gradually no one was interested in the products.

"No, there is something else. It is just a task chain that starts the task chain of the return of the gods and Buddhas and the revival of spiritual energy."

Song Ji recalled the strategy guide on the Internet. Since the person who took over the task was a wealthy man, he wrote down the task process with the idea of ​​embellishing his life with fun. There were large areas of narrative blanks and self-congratulatory texts, and even more selfies of picking up girls, which exuded a strong smell of hormones and the character of a landlord's stupid son who spent money like water, which made Song Ji extremely uncomfortable, so he remembered it particularly deeply.

"Let me think about it. The layout of the photo... the angle is right, so the thing is here."

Song Ji leaned sideways, took a few steps forward, reached out from under the mace-toothed purple moods, and pulled out a book, but the high pile of debris was like a domino that had lost its fulcrum. The delicate balance was broken, and the debris surged like a tide, pressing down half of his body.

'I'm TM'

Before Song Ji could react, he was crushed by a sea of ​​messy garbage. By the time Maitreya got him out, Song Ji was as embarrassed as the saint who was defeated in the goblin cave and triggered the CG.

"You are so grown up, don't you know that you can't touch other people's things?" Maitreya waved his hands in disgust.

I don't know what was broken into pieces, but a sticky liquid was stuck on Song Ji's body, giving off the smell of cheap essential oils and expired aromatherapy.

But fortunately, the thing was already in his hands, and he was just feeling happy, but the smell on his body made him roll his eyes.

"No, you haven't cleaned up your place for a long time. As your most loyal customer, do you think this is appropriate? You have to pay me back, or I'll just keep blaming you!"

Song Ji suppressed his nausea and continued to pester Maitreya. By the time he was kicked out by Maitreya, he had already got the thing for free.

Looking at the book with a light blue cover in front of him, with the corners damaged and half of the cover torn off, Song Ji carefully flattened it out, revealing a few small words on the book.

"The Chronicle of the Great Emperor."

(End of this chapter)