After Inheriting a Dilapidated Temple, I Found All Its Worshippers Were Trillionaire CEOs

On the day I lost my job, I inherited a dilapidated temple that was on the verge of collapsing. When the village chief handed me the keys, his expression was complicated. "Your grandfather said the temple can fall down, but the ledger must never be lost." I opened the moldy ledger. The first page read: Wang, owed one stick of incense, later became the richest man in real estate. Li, owed three copper coins, later took charge of a trillion-yuan pharmaceutical company. Zhao, owed half a bowl of vegetarian noodles, later became chairman of a financial group. I thought my grandfather had been muddled in his final days. Then, that evening, a black Maybach stopped outside the temple. A white-haired old man came in, leaning on his cane, and knelt before the leaky statue. His voice trembled. "Young sir,