Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 54
Reminiscent of the night they stayed in the temple, Su Mo also saw three silhouettes like this, so she also squeezed into the crowd.

Due to Su Mo's huge size, she could easily bounce people away when she squeezed in, and the consequences were obvious.

"You can squeeze whatever you want. Being fat is a big deal."

"Damn fat man, don't squeeze."

"They're all here to thank Master, why are you squeezing in here?"

"Hey, let me go, are you looking for a beating?"

These people only dared to live their lives. Seeing that Su Mo was a bit... well... tall, no one dared to make themselves uncomfortable. They were also afraid that Su Mo would squat on their butt to death.

Amidst some people's curses, Su Mo successfully squeezed his way to the front of the team.

Sure enough, these were the three monks he had seen before entering the temple.

The back figures are exactly the same.

Three monks were wearing cassocks and sitting on futons, but their faces looked a little gloomy.

The fat monk kept talking: "I, the Buddha, have the virtue of a happy life. I will definitely convey your wishes to the Buddha again, and the Buddha will bless you."

The thin monk agreed: "My senior brother also thought that there has been a drought, and God has the virtue of good health. The three of us have harmed our cultivation and asked for yesterday's rain."

There was a box in front of the short monk: "If our brothers and sisters had not followed the Buddha's teachings yesterday, we would not have promised you to pray for rain."

After listening for a long time, Su Mo smiled, good guy, he was talking about yesterday's heavy rain.

It turns out that the heavy rain yesterday was "begged" by three monks.

The fat monk made an insinuation: "We have donated the incense money yesterday to the Buddha."

As he spoke, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently for a while.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's a pity, cough, cough, my lost cultivation, cough, cough, cough, I have no money, so I can't make up for it."

The fat monk punched his chest/mouth several times, as if to give himself some relief.

The handkerchief was naturally displayed in front of everyone's eyes, and the mottled blood stains on it made people feel a little panicked.

I don’t know who in the crowd shouted: “Master is coughing up blood.”

Immediately afterwards, the calls became louder and louder.

"Master coughed up blood in order to pray for rain for us."

"He is really a great monk. He came to our town yesterday and asked for rain, and it rained."

"We can't let everyone down, right folks?"

"Correct."

"Correct."

"Correct."

Su Mo was noncommittal, how could anyone believe such a thing?And it’s natural to believe it!

This is the tragedy of an era.

In this day and age, there aren’t that many scientific studies, scientific shows, experts say…

Most people who have not read books fear gods. They believe that wind, rain, thunder and lightning are revelations from gods.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the thin monk sighed on the side: "Brother, if we sacrifice the small self, at least we can complete the big self. The Buddha said to cut meat and feed it to the eagles. Now we are giving up our cultivation to save sentient beings. It is considered appropriate. Do you have the money to recover?" What does cultivation matter?"

What he said was so righteous that the people around him screamed.

"How can we let the eminent monk recover his cultivation?"

"We are willing to contribute money to help the eminent monk."

"After all, the eminent monk is here for us. Let's donate more incense money so that the eminent monk can communicate with the Buddha."

“Donate money, donate money.”

"Yes, we cannot let the eminent monk lose his cultivation in vain."

"We also expect eminent monks to pray for us."

"Is it okay to donate money? The eminent monks should say something."

Su Mo had several black lines drawn on her forehead. She was very sure that these three people were liars. In the high-tech era of her previous life, she would have never seen such a clumsy deception.

However, she has no obligation to expose the evil deeds of the liar and shoot the first person. She is a weak woman with no power, so she can just watch the show.Now these people regard the three monks as enlightened monks and respect them as gods.

Although these people may not even be willing to buy a piece of meat, they are willing to empty their homes for these illusory things.

If Su Mo said that these three people were liars, others would not only not believe her, but also regard Su Mo as a villain, which is really unnecessary.

These ignorant people actually want to rush to give money to scammers.

Why didn't anyone rush to give her money?
The short monk patted the box in front of him: "It's OK, but..." He seemed a little embarrassed to say, "My senior brother's cultivation has been damaged too much. It will cost a lot of money to restore it."

"This is the incense money I donated."

"this is mine."

"I helped the eminent monk restore his cultivation."

"I donate money, and I hope the master will bless me with promotion and wealth."

"For these incense money, please ask the eminent monk to tell the Buddha that I will be the top scorer in high school."

"I want to get a wife."

...

Jewelry and money went into the box in front of the short monk one after another.

Su Mo stared at the box for a while, his eyes narrowed, and a smile reached his eyes.

It is not impossible for these people to rush to send her money.

if only…

The three monks were still modestly preventing people from donating money to them, but the greed in their eyes could not escape Su Mo's eyes.

It seems that almost all the money has been donated.

The fat monk tilted his body, as if he was physically weak.

The thin monk hurriedly said goodbye to everyone: "Everyone, your prayers and prayers will be heard by the Buddha. My senior brother is sick, I will take him to nurse him back to health first."

"Eminent monk, walk slowly."

"Goodbye, eminent monk."

"The eminent monk bless me."

The people around them automatically made way for them. The thin monk and the short monk held the box, and the fat monk held his chest and pretended to be sick. The three of them left under the reluctant eyes of everyone.

There were also sighs of emotion from everyone behind him.

"What an eminent monk! When we donated money just now, the eminent monk said no."

"My level is naturally high."

"The people who can communicate with Buddha are beyond comparison with us mortals."

Su Mo estimated that the rendezvous time agreed with Ma Youcai was still a while away, so he followed the three monks away.

Although Su Mo was fat, she had always been a nimble fat person. She was as light as a swallow when walking on the road, hiding left and right, and was not discovered by the three monks at all.

Three monks came to a narrow alley with households on both sides.

They looked around cautiously to make sure no one was there, then entered one of the rooms.

Entering the house, the three of them relaxed completely.

"Haha, these fools are so easy to fool."

"It's a coincidence that it rained heavily yesterday, otherwise we would have changed places after collecting the first wave of money."

"In my opinion, even if we lie to them again, they will still believe us."

"Definitely, now they almost treat us as Buddhas."

"Come and see if I can act like it." The fat monk clasped his hands together, "I am the messenger of Buddha."

"Hahahaha, it looks like it, it looks so similar."

"It's because they are ignorant, haha, look at what we have gained today."

The short monk opened the box, and the three of them happily picked up the jewelry, banknotes, copper coins, and broken silver, and then threw it away high in the air, laughing unbridled.

(End of this chapter)