Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 514 Who holds the fist of anger, the nature is invincible
By the time Mingfa and Yijie returned to the center of the venue, the funeral ceremony was almost over. When the time came, a flame would be lit to burn the empty golden body, and the ashes were buried in the backyard of the temple. This is the funeral ceremony. It's all over.

Mingfa silently thought that he must light this fire, as the abbot, to light this fire, and become the abbot of the new temple.

At the moment when the fire was lit, the people of the temple wanted to be the one who lit the fire. If Mingzheng was allowed to light the fire, he would be the next abbot of the temple. Ming Fa I don't want to see this happen.

Fucking his chubby, chubby body, Mingfa straightened out his facial expressions, making sure that his expressions were on the right track, solemn and awe-inspiring, like an envoy of justice.

At this time, Mingzheng stood up holding the torch, and when he walked in front of Kongjian's body, Mingfa also stood up, blocking Mingzheng's face with his chubby body.

"Senior Brother Mingfa? This is you." Mingzheng looked at Mingfa blocking his eyes with a puzzled look on his face.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Mingzheng, the poor monk is here today, let's say it in front of many fellow practitioners." Mingfa's face was neither happy nor sad, and he said flatly: "You are not worthy to be the abbot of this Dalin Temple, even the acting abbot I don't deserve to think that you would actually do such a thing, so in the past, senior brother, I misjudged you."

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the monks present all exclaimed for a while, not knowing that Mingfa would make such a mess.

"What is this kind of thing?"

"Master Mingfa, don't half-speak, speak clearly."

"Amitabha, don't the poor monk think what Master Mingzheng will do? Isn't he studying Buddhist scriptures in his room every day?"

"Mingfa. What do you mean? This is the funeral of the master. Are you also thinking of fighting for power here?" Mingzheng said with a face of disbelief. He knew that Mingfa had such a small opinion of him, but I didn't expect this to happen suddenly now. Is there anything I can't talk about in private?

The little novice who had been following Kongjian all this time jumped out and blushed, and said clumsily, "Uncle Mingfa, the abbot has just passed away, you are not doing well. Let's go down first, don't let many colleagues see the joke .”

Mingfa looked at the clumsy little novice impatiently, and was already a little annoyed with him, especially his clumsy appearance made people angry.

"Master uncle, you little monk, don't interrupt, just watch from the sidelines. This matter is very important, and it needs to be exposed in front of many fellow Taoists. Now it's a family scandal. It's okay if you have friends from the Taoist sect to witness it." Alright, let's see what kind of person this dignified Master Mingzheng is!"

The little novice seemed a little frightened by Mingfa, unable to say anything, standing there helplessly, trembling all over.

Facing the little novice who was cowering and fearful, Mingfa was very satisfied with the reaction, and muttered to himself that this was the pleasure of majesty, then put on a sad expression, looked at Mingzheng and said: "Junior Brother Mingzheng, are you still unwilling to admit it? It has been many years, and you have worked so hard to hide it from me before, but now that you have revealed your flaws recently, especially after the death of your master, you are even more unscrupulous."

"What the hell did I do to me?" Mingzheng looked at Mingfa in a daze, not understanding what happened, but had a vague feeling that he was going to be shot while lying down.

Yi Jie, who was originally at the side, stood up and sighed.

"Master Mingzheng, you have to admit these things, it has tarnished the reputation of our Buddhism."

Yijie took out stacks of photos from the gray cloth bag on his body.

Color, HD, 1080P——

In the photo, the bald monk is drinking and eating meat on the hot pot table, even hugging left and right. There is a little sister on the left, a little sister on the right, and an old aunt sitting in the middle with scantily dressed clothes. The young monks around are all looking at For a while, their faces were red, and the invited lay pilgrims even began to scold [what the hell.].

The most conspicuous thing was the big bald head in the middle, even the close-up of his face was clearly captured, this bald monk was Mingzheng himself, as if it was a fake.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone looked at Mingzheng in disbelief, not knowing that Mingzheng was such a monk.

"I, I don't. I don't know what these things are." Mingzheng was at a loss for words, his face flushed, and he didn't know how to refute these photos, or he couldn't refute them.

"The evidence is convincing, what else do you want to say?" Mingfa said with a sad face: "You clearly know that Master is already very unhappy because of wise things, but you still did things that are sorry to my Buddha. Are you worthy of a dead master? Are you worthy of our beloved Dalin Temple?"

"A person like you is not worthy of being a monk, let alone our abbot! You are humiliating our dead master by standing here!"

What Zen Master Mingfa said was tears, and he collapsed on the ground in a very unsightly manner, revealing his true feelings and being extremely sad.

"Brother Mingming Zheng, you admit it. I saw you last time. I called the woman above to come to Amitabha in the temple. My sins and sins are under your quilt, and there are meat and drinks that I didn't finish the day before yesterday. I don't want to say it, but now that the master has passed away, I don't have to bear it anymore, for the Dalin Temple we love, you can't become the abbot."

Another chief priest of Dalin Temple stood up and looked at Mingzheng with an unbearable expression on his face, while chanting Buddhist scriptures, as if he was making atonement for Zen Master Mingzheng, with serious eyes and tearful accusations.

Everyone looked at Mingzheng delicately, and the torch in Mingzheng's hand almost fell off. Finally, he barely supported his body by holding on to the firewood next to him.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you guys"

half an hour ago—

At the gate of Dalin Temple, there is an empty valley and orchids, the surroundings are silent, only Yijie and Mingfa are chatting and laughing at the door, and the surrounding monks are dismissed by the two with various reasons.

Yijie looked at Mingfa suspiciously and said.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to be the abbot, the abbot of this Dalin Temple, the abbot of this Dalin Temple who has two hundred paying 'pilgrims', six acres of land, and the reputation of the first local temple." Mingfa smiled lightly, looking at it calmly Yijie said: "For this, you can help me. Of course, you are not in vain. I can help you in the future. I have enough confidence to take the position of Fang Zhang."

Mingfa's face is full of chest, and the cassock on his body is also shining brightly, shining cleanly
The one in front of him seemed to be a real master.

But Yijie saw himself in this 'master', but this Zen master Mingfa looked older, and his purpose was very blatant, and he directly put it into action
Yijie was silent for a while, but still said.

"You are so confident, why do you want me to help you? I am not from your Dalin Temple. No matter how much you ask me to say, it is useless, and no one will believe my own words."

"The so-called three people become tigers. It means that one's own words are useless, but the credibility of the two's words can increase exponentially. As long as two or more people say that this matter is true, then this This thing must be true, believe it or not, anyway, if I believe it, those simple-minded old monks who are not obsessed with worldly affairs will also believe it." Mingfa said with a smile on his face, and at the same time took out a gray cloth bag Lai: "Besides, the poor monk still has this, which is a really good thing."

Opening the cloth bag, there are pictures one after another inside, and a portable video camera. Looking at the pictures on it, Yijie said with a face full of shock: "I didn't expect that Mingzheng, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also Doing this kind of thing? It’s unbelievable, it’s really unbelievable. I can’t believe it at all. The monk’s reputation is unspeakable.”

Seeing Yijie's shocked appearance, Mingfa smiled triumphantly and said, "Tell me, are these things credible? Or are they not credible?"

Yijie hesitated for a moment, remembering Mingzheng's style review, shook his head, and nodded again.

"This thing is unbelievable, it's very ridiculous. But the photos are here, so I can't help but I don't believe it, but on the other hand, there are indeed too many doubts. You suddenly took out this group of photos to slander Mingzheng, who has a good reputation. , this is obviously not a sensible approach, after all, there are many ways to make pictures like yours now."

"That's it, the photo is here, you can't help but believe it, the evidence is solid." Mingfa squinted his eyes, with a complacent look, and said calmly: "Actually, this is indeed a fake, with special effects added. , there is a technology called PS in modern times, which can make the people in the same photo completely different, to the extent that even the person concerned has no way to refute it, this is the benefit of modernization, we can get a lot from these technologies Fuze, for example, this time, I will at least prevent Mingzheng from being the abbot."

Yijie knows what is called PS, and also knows what is called adding special effects. As a monk who is attracted by the feasting, he knows all these things, but it is only because he knows these things that he knows that it is not enough to just take out these things to convince everyone.

Maybe you can fool those silly monks, but you can't fool the pilgrims who have experienced many battles.
"That's why [Three People Become Tigers] is needed, isn't it? You help me prove that he is a morally corrupt monk, and I will find someone to help you prove that your brothers are morally corrupt monks. Now, We are united, can’t we have many things? Temples, money, beauties, everything is within your fingertips.” Mingfa’s face was a little fanatical, and his whole body was restless. Next, YY will do something after getting the temple What.

Yijie swallowed his saliva, thinking of what he could get from inheriting the temple, his heart loosened for a while, he pretended to hesitate, and said: "I'm really curious, how did you get these photos, you must not PS pictures, but if you entrust someone else to make it, wouldn’t it be in someone else’s hands? What if he jumped out and said that your things are fake.”

"Don't worry, I can definitely trust this person, he is just an Internet PS enthusiast." Mingfa said leisurely: "At the same time, I have two other real scandals about my senior brothers. Foreign objects attract corrupted people. Now Zhizhi has been expelled from the temple, his evidence is useless, and another junior is still controlled by the poor monk. Now my real opponent is Mingzheng who seems to be impeccable. , as long as you can fool those little monks and great monks, and for those lay disciples, it doesn’t matter if the head of our Dalin Temple is an ugly person or not, as long as I, the abbot of [Wei Guangzheng], is a good person, that’s fine. If so, they will obediently renew the fee.”

At this time, Yijie felt a little cold in his heart, and felt a little ridiculous at the same time. He felt that Zen Master Kongjian of Dalin Temple was very ridiculous. Of the four disciples he taught, three were real Buddhist scum, and one was a fool who didn't know anything. Move, what the abbot did was too much of a failure.

But now Yijie at least feels that he is not an outlier. There are many compatriots of his own in Dalin Temple. It is obvious that human desire is the most important thing. Why should he always be with the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng? Why should he suffer so much with so many resources? day?

Yijie feels that his master is Shabi, Kongjian is also Shabi, he has so many things but he doesn't cherish them, but he doesn't use them.
"Temples, beauties, low-hanging fruit"

Yijie narrowed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and said with a grin.

"Amitabha."

"I am also insane when I have alcohol, and I am happy without alcohol." Li Yun held the wine gourd in his hand and looked at the Dalin Temple where the green smoke rose from the mountain.

As usual, there is no change in the green smoke, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain are in an endless stream, coming and going.

"Dad, there is a big bald head in the crowd! Big bald head!" Xiao Suli looked at the monks around curiously, the fox's head poked out and swayed, and the big furry tail was stirring inside Li Yun's clothes. Made it a little itchy.

"Well, these bald heads are strictly speaking different from my father and I." Li Yun said with a smile, softly and softly on Su Li's furry tail.

I don't know why, but the tail feels so comfortable, Li Yun feels a little addicted
Xiao Su Li flicked her tail, and after flinging it on Li Yun's face, she asked doubtfully, "Since it's an opposing position, why did Dad come?"

Li Yun didn't use Xiaoyaoyou, but walked slowly on this mountain road, heading towards Dalin Temple.

"Because dad is coming to see someone off, and at the same time, he has to witness all of this."

"Is that person bald? The bald man who is against Dad." Su Li asked suspiciously.

"Well, that person is also bald." Li Yun put his hands on his back, and said leisurely: "However, strictly speaking, that person is a true Taoist friend of the poor."

After finishing speaking, Li Yun walked towards the mountain, took a pot of peach blossom wine, and bid farewell to someone
(End of this chapter)