Violators Club

Chapter 535 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])
Chapter 535 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])

"Yunying, the temple is almost out of money."

"I'll talk to my sisters."

"Home..."

"Everything is mine, and it's not like I haven't lived in poverty."

"I……"

The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, under the Bodhi tree, the little monk is holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand, and a plate of steamed buns stuffed with meat is placed beside him, but his mind is not on the Buddhist scriptures, and the previous fragments keep flashing in his mind.

An old monk is an old monk after all.

For the young monk, the old monk is also a teacher and a father.

After the last quarrel, he really couldn't stand the hard work, so the little monk chose to compromise. Before, he had to dig for three hours a day, but now he only needs to dig for one hour, which made him feel a lot easier.

Correspondingly, the daily income of the temple is now.

Excluding the pilgrim's incense money, the rest is no longer enough for him to continue his once rich life.

But the time saved allowed the young monk to spend more time studying scriptures.

At first, the little monk felt that this was very good.

But as time passed day by day, one day the little monk was shocked to find that his once favorite meat-stuffed steamed buns were tasteless, and he inexplicably missed that bowl of light chicken noodles.

Holding the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, he looked at the plate of white steamed buns next to him.

With a breeze blowing, the branches and leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree swayed. Under the bright sun at noon, the shadow of the leaves was like a terrible hunter, nibbling away the sunlight on the steamed buns...

On the day of Wanfo Festival, the Bronze Buddha Temple is full of incense.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, I don't know how many dignitaries came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Wearing a bright red cassock, the former young monk has now become the abbot of the Bronze Buddha Temple. Looking at the crowds of believers who came to the temple to offer incense, the new abbot couldn't help but smile on his face.

However, no one knows that it is next to the main hall, only in the Zen courtyard separated by a wall.

Except that it is not extravagant enough, the layout there is almost exactly the same as that of the main hall.

A gust of breeze blows, the branches and leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree sway, and the cigarette smoke shrouded in the Copper Buddha Temple seems to have been blown away a lot. In front of the mottled Buddha, the old monk, who is over seventy years old, is sitting on the futon in a green robe. Hit the wooden fish again and again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, as the breeze dissipated, the sun and the moon changed, and the Tongfo Temple was once again surrounded by cigarettes.

The Wanfo Festival ceremony was successfully completed, and the grand scene seemed to prove that the new host was more courageous than the old one.

It wasn't until evening that these pilgrims who came here for fame gradually dispersed.

In the dark night that no one cares about, I wear more gorgeous cassocks.

Although he was exhausted, as the new presiding monk, he still pushed open the door next to which was written with forbidden words.

The ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, the faint moonlight, looking at the skinny old monk in front of the Buddha statue.

The presiding monk's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously shouted:
"Master..."

But the old monk was unmoved, and knocked on the wooden fish again and again, as if he didn't exist.

This made the presiding monk frowned, and his eyes were a little displeased, as if he wanted to justify something, but in the end there were irritation and resentment in his eyes.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the half-open door was shut.

In the empty meditation room, the wooden fish in the old monk's hand stopped.

Looking at the Buddha in front of him, the old monk didn't say anything, only sighed incomparably complicated.

Widow Yun died, it is said that she died of labor.

Without the cheap big white steamed buns, the villagers who have been building temples all the year round are very unhappy.

But now that the Copper Buddha Temple is getting bigger and bigger, these villagers can't say anything.

After all, they still rely on the Copper Buddha Temple for food.

In the town next to the temple, I don’t know when there was a rouge shop, and I don’t think the business is very good, but I heard that there are nobles from the city, I don’t know if it’s true or not.

Although the new host is young, he is very skilled. In addition, the distinguished people who come here for the Wanfo Festival virtually let everyone understand that this new host is not easy. Therefore, in just a few months, the new host The host will control everything in the temple.

Money is a good thing, although it is not everything, but without money it is absolutely impossible.

Without money, there is no silk and satin.

I am used to wearing silk lining, but burlap is very uncomfortable on the body of the sleeve.

Without money, one would naturally not be able to get to know so many high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The wandering monks who lived all over the world may be well-informed, but in the eyes of the nobles, they are not as good as a piece of clothing from a monk in a big temple.

As for the old monk imprisoned in the monastery?
Master, he is old and his brain is not working well. He obviously has a golden mountain but he can't use it.

He is stubborn and old-fashioned. Only when the Copper Buddha Temple is in his own hands can he truly make the best use of everything and achieve real glory!

The host of the Copper Buddha Temple thinks so and does the same.

But he forgot one thing, the human heart cannot withstand temptation.

But are temples really that important?

The Qingdeng ancient Buddha built a temple?Or is he cultivating a Buddha?
If you are practicing Buddhism, everything that presides over a monk is meaningless.

But what about building temples?

The highest goodness is like water, and the reason why water is strong is because it does not fight, if there is a fight, there will inevitably be disputes and flaws.

Spring went and autumn came, and many years passed.

The temple became bigger and bigger, and many people couldn't even tell whether it was a town or a temple. Pavilions, pavilions, Qionglou temples, and temples with thousands of people made the influence of the Tongfo Temple spread for hundreds of miles around.

But where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even a group of monks.

In the meditation room in the backyard of the temple, several jugs of old wine and stewed meat wrapped in fat were placed on the table. A young monk with red lips and white teeth ignored it and said with a smile, "Uncle Sihui, the host said that the matter has been resolved."

There was a burst of hearty laughter, his face was full of flesh, the corners of his mouth were covered with oil, and his thick palm tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper:
"Haha, I knew the host is a capable person, this roast chicken rewards you."

The little novice shook his head and refused:
"Master Uncle Sihui, I am a monk, so I don't touch meat."

Monk Sihui frowned, dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes for the little monk's ignorance, but he shook his head after thinking about it:
"Forget it, hurry up if you have nothing to do, don't hinder me from drinking and eating meat."

But the little monk did not leave, but stood at the door.

This made Monk Sihui frown:

"Why don't you go away?"

Although he was scolded, the little monk was not angry, and still had a faint smile on his face:

"Uncle Sihui, the host asked me to send you a message."

Looking up at the little novice, Monk Sihui's expression became more and more displeased, and his frown was like a ferocious beast:

"Say!"

After tidying up his clothes, the little novice raised his head and looked at the sultry monk in front of him: "It's not a trivial matter to insult a woman's family, murder and rob goods, let alone the chieftain..."

After the words fell, before the little novice could finish speaking, the sultry-faced monk Sihui showed a fierce look in his eyes:

"so?"

Looking at Monk Sihui with unkind eyes, the little novice knew that the other party didn't want to listen to him, so he said briefly:

"The host said that your share will be halved this year."

"boom!"

The greasy palm slapped the table heavily, and Monk Sihui, who was full of flesh, had an extremely ferocious expression, as if he was about to devour people.

The little novice was taken aback, and argued in a panic:

"Uncle Sihui, this is what the host said."

Sihui took a deep breath, his eyes were gloomy, and he gave the little novice a cold look: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you, a little monk, and tell the host after I go back, just say I know, but this year's one There is no shortage of copper plates!"

In the evening, as the pilgrims dispersed, the middle-aged presiding monk stood under the Bodhi tree, stroking the rough bark of the ancient Bodhi tree with his palm, wearing a golden silk red silk cassock, with a kind smile on his elegant face:

"Sihui really said that?"

Behind him, the little novice replied respectfully:
"Yes, host."

The abbot monk nodded, looked at the bodhi tree in front of him, and said thoughtfully:
"This Bodhi tree is not as green as in previous years."

When the voice fell, it was different from the calmness in front of Monk Sihui.

On the face of the little novice who bowed his head, there was a touch of almost weird excitement, and his voice trembled a little more:
"clear."

After patting the rough bark, the presiding monk felt a little emotional:
"Go, everything in the world has a spirit, and if the tree is not green, apply fertilizer."

The human heart is greedy. This is the reason the presiding monk thought for a long time before he understood it. He understood how tempting the Houshan Copper Mine is.
Of course, the old monk is an old monk after all, and this family relationship cannot be erased, so he just imprisoned him.

But for everyone else?

Why is Sihui called Sihui, because he hopes that the other party is smart enough.

But obviously, Sihui and the three before him are not smart enough.

(End of this chapter)