Violators Club

Chapter 536 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])
Chapter 536 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])

If you don't know it, you can't do it yourself.

The former young monk is now in charge of the Tongfo Temple.

He understands how terrible the magic of money is than anyone else.

At the same time, because of my previous behavior, the current presiding monk is very worried that what happened to the old monk will happen to me now, and it is precisely because of this kind of thinking that people like the little novice appear .

Of course, the presiding monk can also give up the copper mine.

The root of all problems comes from copper mines.

If there were no copper mines, there would be no such troubles now.

But the presiding monk was reluctant, and the construction of the Copper Buddha Temple continued. A large-scale temple can bring great prestige to the presiding monk, and at the same time, the money mined from the copper mine can meet his material needs.

It's like a hard-to-swallow meat bun.

It's not that he has never thought about these issues, but at most he just thought about them, otherwise there would be no monk Sihui now.

It's a pity that you can't get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river.

Everyone was deceived by Monk Sihui, who was not as rude and simple-minded as he appeared on the surface.

Mining is a good business. Apart from not being able to say it clearly, you can get a lot of money every year.

But Sihui discovered a problem very early on. There were many traces of excavation in the mine. Although the host said that he was too busy, so he was asked to help manage the excavation of the copper mine, but Sihui monk did not believe the nonsense of the other party.

Then there is only one question left - where did the monk who helped host the mining go?

rude?

That was just the appearance of Monk Sihui. The actual situation was that he had expected the host to attack him a long time ago.

Therefore, he took precautions early and even accumulated strength in secret.

In the middle of the night, listening to the little monk's report, the presiding monk was silent for a long time.

It's not that he didn't think that there would be such a day, but he didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

Subconsciously looking at the nearby Buddhist monastery that he hadn't been to for a long time, the presiding monk was a little confused, but after thinking for a long time alone, he still didn't look for the old monk, and looked up at the dark night sky outside the window.

The presiding monk has a strong feeling - I'm afraid there will be chaos in the next period of time!

As someone who has experienced it, the feeling of hosting the monk is very accurate.

Monk Sihui who left the Copper Buddha Temple did not disappear, and the other party was obviously reluctant to part with this copper mine.

For the next few years, the surrounding area was in chaos.

The comeback of the Sihui monk, coupled with the exposure of the copper mine, successfully attracted the attention of the dignitaries in the city to this remote mountain.

Dharma?Great monk?
In the face of interests, these are not important, what really matters is the mine!

As the forces of all parties end, the conflict between them continues to escalate.

Most of the time, thousands of people even fought with weapons, but just like the flames will eventually go out, when the cost of the conflict exceeds the bottom line, no one can bear the price, and they will choose a peaceful way tacitly. way to fight.

In the end, the copper mine was controlled by two major forces.

One side is the presiding monk, and the other side is the Sihui monk who escaped from the temple.

Relying on the temptation of copper mines, the other party recruited a large number of subordinates from the very beginning. No one can refuse the temptation of copper mines. In this era, copper represents money!

Just like the former gold diggers in the west, whoever can find gold mines, the gold diggers will follow.

Regarding the current situation, the mentality of the presiding monk is a bit complicated.

In essence, he has no loss, and even because of monk Sihui's clarification, the business that was originally hidden in the dark can be put on the bright side, and now there are monks in the temple who are responsible for mining.

There is no change in life, and even because of this incident, my position has become more and more stable.

In the past, he was only famous, but now he has power in addition to fame.

But it cannot be said that there is no loss at all, because the original copper mine belonged to him alone, but now half of it will be taken away by others.

Discomfort is for sure, but situations are stronger than people.

The presiding monk can't do anything about it, and he doesn't want to think so much now, he just wants to maintain the status quo, but he is always worried.

Sihui is not a kind person, he is like a wolf, cunning and greedy!
Time flies, and a few years later, the last thing the presiding monk did not want to happen finally happened.

During the truce between the two sides, Sihui's power grew day by day.

Relying on the original advantages, the presiding monk had the upper hand at first.

After all, he has ruled the Tongfo Temple for so many years, and has a very close relationship with many dignitaries, but Monk Sihui has an advantage that he does not have - money!

It stands to reason that the two sides each occupy a mine, and when the number of subordinates is equal, they should check and balance each other.

But the problem is that the cost of presiding monks far exceeds that of Sihui monks.

It's not that his life is extravagant. In fact, the living standard of the presiding monk is far inferior to that of the Sihui monk. The real big thing is to repair the temple.

Sihui said he was a monk, but he never thought of himself as a monk in his heart, so he naturally didn't know how to repair temples.

The presiding monk also thought about this problem, but he was powerless to change it.

Because the relationship network he has woven over the years is based on the presidency of the Copper Buddha Temple.

For the same amount of money, the presiding monk needs to spend a large part on temple repairs, while Sihui can use this money to expand his influence.

As one ebbs and the other grows, Sihui's power naturally grows bigger and bigger.

The most terrifying thing is that even if he is not expanding the temple.

At the current scale, routine maintenance still requires a lot of resources.

The presiding monk clearly realizes that he has been tied up in the temple, which is the end of death. Unless he can give up all this, he can only watch the enemy become stronger and stronger, but is he willing to do so?
Obviously, he couldn't bear it.

So the only thing that can be done is to prolong the time of death, just like drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Help!"

"Kill!!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

The flames soared into the sky, and there were pitiful howls at night.

Under the ebb and flow, the Sihui monk finally did not leave too much time for the presiding monk to live in peace?

Impossible, in the face of interests, even an old monk who is also a teacher and a father is useless, let alone the two parties themselves have nothing to do with each other.

As for those dignitaries in the city?
These people don't care, because what he can give, the Sihui monk can give as well, and give more, as for the Buddhadharma?
The Buddha is just a means. How many of the sentient beings praying in front of the Buddha statue really want to pray to the Buddha, and how many of them just want to satisfy their own personal desires?
The monks in the temple thought about negotiating, but this sudden fire exposed their own lack of strength. Perhaps this itself was a premeditated disaster.

Looking at the flames soaring into the sky, the presiding monk couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.

At this moment, he thought a lot, and scenes of memory fragments appeared in his mind like slides. He remembered the temple with only one remnant Buddha, and the village without even a complete piece of clothing.

Over the decades, much has changed here.

Like a curse that will never be broken, the former self has become the current him.

Seeing to lose everything,
At this moment, the presiding monk suddenly wanted to see the old monk.

He wanted to question the other party, why did he tell him about the copper mine, if he didn't know anything, maybe it wouldn't be so painful now.

However, the moment he got up, his face suddenly turned pale.

In fact, many years ago, the old monk was gone.

It was a night without skyrocketing fire, and there was only the torrential river, which was so dark that it was terrifying. Under the unbelievable eyes of the old monk, a young monk with a ferocious face pushed him down.

The old monk was not angry, but under the unbelievable eyes, there was a sigh of disappointment.

It seems to be saying—after all, you still haven't understood...

Money, a thing that everyone flocks to.

Most people only saw his good side, but ignored the evil curse given by money.

In the resplendent bronze Buddhist temple, the old monk under the gazebo looked hideous.

Chen Changqing's words made him feel harsh, and scenes from the past emerged before his eyes.

His face was ferocious, his body was trembling with emotion, and his eyes were blood-red bloodshot at some point.

A large amount of black air emerged from the old monk's body, and the ancient Bodhi tree began to collapse.

With a bang, the ancient bodhi tree that had stood here for hundreds of years fell down.

It is unbelievable that what is entwined under the tree roots is not mud, but countless dead bones soaked in mud, and among the dead bones, there is a branch extending from the void. At the end of the bent branch, there are three plump fruit.

The size of an orange, with a layer of fine dragon scales on the surface, shining golden-red in the sunset.

And in the body of the old monk shrouded in black mist, a series of dark white bones emerged.

His body began to swell, and his thin body was like an inflated balloon.

It didn't sound like a human voice, but a terrifying sound like the roar of an evil beast came from the old monk's inflated chest cavity. Under the black mist, there were densely packed human heads growing on his chest!

He waved his arms entwined with dead bones, looking hysterically crazy:

"I just want money, I want to live a stable life, marry two or three wives, live in a big house, and let servants take care of me every day, why, why can't my request be met!"

"You are so smart, why can't you save me!!!"

"Kill! Kill! As long as I kill you all, Jinshan is mine, the mother-in-law is mine, everything is mine!!"

"Kill you, I will kill everyone who stands in my way!"

(End of this chapter)