death of hope

Chapter 210 "Enterprise Warrior" (126) Little Golden Temple

According to the data, the first batch of monks in New Vegas arrived with the first batch of immigrant ships, decades earlier than the arrival of the Crusaders missionary knights.
Buddhists took root early and built magnificent temples with exquisite craftsmanship, hoping to preach widely on this barren planet.

However, the hard work has not been rewarded, and the incense has not been very strong.

The Crusader missionaries, Xingyue missionaries, and Druid missionaries who landed in the next few decades also suffered failures. They believed that the land of New Vegas had long been forgotten by God, leaving dilapidated churches and mosques, and gave up one after another. Mission to other immigrant planets.

Looking at the entire Human Federation of Terra, the major classical sects either reformed and split or have declined, gradually being replaced by new religions, and the number of Buddhists is also sharply decreasing.

The abbot of Xiaojinsha Temple—Master Fang Gan,
He is quite a personality, a secular practitioner, punishing evil and promoting good all his life, with great personal charm.

This eminent monk came from a mediocre background. Although he was just a monk without an official title, he still had the governor's heart in his heart.

Master Fang Gan is unwilling to escape and ignore the sufferings of the world, and he is not willing to just lead his disciples to knock on wooden fish and meditate. Instead, he cares about the real world and is quite worried about the local people's livelihood.

Under the teaching of Master Fang Gan, the disciples also seemed to be a bit deviant,
Completely different from the traditional monks, the monks of Xiaojincha Temple do not particularly abide by the rules and regulations, and do not pay much attention to the practice of classic Buddhism.

Occasionally, someone saw monks drinking whiskey, eating steak, and making fun of a few words in the bar. The monks replied with a smile, the wine and meat had passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart, making people laugh heartily.

The monks and disciples of the Little Golden Temple often go down the mountain to travel around the New Vegas planet and practice penance.

The monks persuaded the local young people not to take hallucinogens, encouraged them to study more, and adopted many orphans to become lay disciples. Although the results were minimal and they were always scolded, they persisted in doing this unpleasant thing, so Have a good image in the hearts of the people.

It is an act of courage for monks to take the lead in resisting hallucinogens.

This move has no effect on the drug business of the major gangs. The streets of El Paso are still full of drug addicts.
The rate of depravity among young people has not slowed down, and the problem of drug abuse has become more serious. However, the behavior of Buddhists is still regarded by gang bosses as an intolerable provocation.

"A group of bald donkeys who are assholes, have eaten their hearts and leopards! How dare they cut off my fortune, and the governor dare not provoke our gang! What the hell are you looking for death!" Said Rom, the boss of the gang.

The warlords of drug dealers in New Vegas can't tolerate any rebellious thoughts. They hope that New Vegas will remain chaotic and barbaric, and they will kill all hopes of a better life in the placenta.

The bosses immediately turned their hatred into action, and all the monks were blacklisted and received "focused attention".
From time to time, monks who begged for alms were shot to death indiscriminately. Their bare, bloody heads were hung on the electric poles by the roadside, and their bodies were skinned and cramped, warning everyone of the price of resistance.

Buddhists and drug dealers, this relationship has been settled, the two sides are in the same situation, and the tragedy happened faster than imagined.

The largest temple in New Vegas, the magnificent Dajinchan Temple, was captured by a large force of gangsters. Although the guardian monks risked their lives to resist tenaciously, they were still outnumbered. They died one by one before the temple, trampling with blood live your faith.

The abbot of Dajinchan Temple, Master Yaoyuan, was disheartened, and led the remnants to retreat to the pagoda to protect the patriarch's relics, but he still couldn't resist the gang's spears and cannons.

After a bloody battle, all the Buddhist disciples were slaughtered. Unwilling to be humiliated, Master Yanyuan and his disciples burned themselves to death on the top of the pagoda.

After the massacre, the looting began. The precious Buddhist sacred relics—the relics were taken away, the gold leaf on the Buddha statues was plundered and peeled off, the sapphire eyeballs were pried out with daggers, and the bandits did not know the cultural value of the murals, so they blew them up with dynamite. destroy,
The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the magnificent Dajinchan Temple was reduced to charred ruins, which shocked the cultural relics protection circle of the Terra Federation.

On the day of the murder, Master Fang Gan, the chief disciple of Master Yuan Yuan, was leading his disciples to help build a vegetable shed in a distant village, so he survived. He knew the responsibility on his shoulders and had no time to grieve.

A small number of monks and lay disciples were gathered together and moved to an abandoned temple located in a remote mountainous area far away from villages and towns—Xiaojincha Temple,
It is rumored that this temple was built with the funds of a wealthy hermit. This person chose a steep cliff as the site for the purpose of practicing Buddhism and staying away from the hustle and bustle, and hired skilled craftsmen at high prices to construct it.

After the hermit passed away, all his entourage went their separate ways, and the Little Golden Temple gradually fell into disrepair. Thanks to such a place, the Buddhists in New Vegas could have a place to live. Relying on the steep terrain of the temple, they stood firm until the reinforcements arrived.

The reinforced metal gate opened, and Lynch and the others entered the monastery. They saw the monks on the outer wall were still fighting, all of them were so focused that they had no time to talk to them.

The road in the monastery was also winding. Johnny walked in the front, and Lynch followed closely behind with the wounded on his back. After a fierce battle, almost everyone died, and walking was not easy.

At the narrow corner of the road, I saw a young monk wearing a brown cotton cassock,
This man has a strong appearance, with a knife in his waist, and a rusty old-fashioned rifle in his hand. The muzzle sticks out of the shooting hole and shoots in bursts, driving the gangsters who have not yet left down the mountain.

The hot brass bullet casing hit the stone steps, making a crisp ding-dong sound,
The bullet casings piled up next to the worn-out monk shoes. The monk had a hideous face, and the veins on his bald head were bulging. He pulled his right thumb down to turn on the automatic shooting mode, and shot all the bullets in the magazine shouting:
"Go away! Sinister!"

When the young monk knelt down to press the bullets into the magazine, the grenadier Lodayev stepped forward:

"Little master, your murderous intentions are too serious, and you still breathe out fragrance. Aren't monks all particular about...then what's the matter...that's right...be merciful!"

The other party frowned and glanced at Lodayev with vigilant eyes.

"Hmph, stereotype, anyone who says a monk has to be a kind and kind person."

"Well said! Times have changed, automatic rifles are no better than Zen sticks!" Shaft laughed loudly: "Maybe, this temple enshrines the Namo Gatling machine gun Bodhisattva."

"I haven't seen the Gatling machine gun, but there are quite a few mortar shells." Wang Hongye looked at a large pile of ammunition piled up in the corner of the temple: "Perhaps, the temple also enshrines the mortar Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva." .”

"Look here, a whole box of fragment mines. Fortunately, we knew the location of the minefield in advance, otherwise we would all be crippled."

"Haha, well, it's called the anti-infantry landmine Maitreya Buddha, good, good." Shaft winked and imitated the monk, and everyone laughed.

(End of this chapter)