Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 643 Who else, who else, who else...

There is a small temple called Yuntai Temple in the northern part of the imperial capital. There are always few tourists, and the monks in the temple live in a very poor life. A few days ago, a white-clothed monk suddenly came from the south to save lives with Buddhism. In just a few days, a silent The nameless small temple has become the world's attention.The incense money collected is enough to fill a room.

It was early morning and the sun had just risen.In the meditation room where the sandalwood was wafting, an old monk in his fifties was sitting cross-legged. The old monk was the abbot of the temple, and he knew the Dharma name. He was looking bored at the moment.

Last night, the holy monk in white suddenly sent a voice transmission to him, saying that he had consumed too much recently and needed rest, and that he was treating diseases and saving lives every day, reducing the number to 30 people.

After collecting the money, he was soft-hearted, and his heart suddenly turned cold. There are no less than 5 people waiting for treatment outside, and 30 people a day. This is going to cause a big mess.

After sitting all night, I didn't realize it was dawn.Holding the mentality that stretching the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, got up, went out of the meditation room, saw a few beaming disciples cleaning, and smiled bitterly in his heart.Wait a minute, you should cry.

Walking to the front yard, he saluted from a distance to the Daxiong Palace where the white-clothed monk was located. Knowing that Baoxiang solemnly walked to the gate, he took off the bolt and slowly opened the wooden door.

What caught my eye was tens of thousands of tents in the wild, littered everywhere, and looked like a huge refugee camp from a distance.

"The abbot has opened the door."

"Don't sleep, wake up"

"come out"

……

Tens of thousands of people came out of the tents, densely packed with human heads, like a sea of ​​people.

Knowing the monk, he picked up the trumpet placed at the door and said: "Amitabha, the holy monk has worked hard for many days, consumed too much mana, and needs to rest. Starting today, the number of people healed per day will be reduced to 30."

As soon as this statement came out, tens of thousands of people were in an uproar.

"Why is this, I came from Yangcheng by train"

"Yeah, it was fine yesterday, why did it suddenly fail, is there a mistake!"

"What kind of airs are you putting on! I donated thousands of dollars."

"We donated so much money for nothing"

……

Although he was mentally prepared, his heart was still dark, he was short-mouthed and soft-hearted.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up..."

A middle-aged man with glasses and a suit, who looked like an official, stood on a chair with a loudspeaker and yelled.

Those who were close to each other quieted down, but those who were far away did not hear and continued to quarrel.

The middle-aged officer winked at a young policeman next to him, who took out a pistol from his pocket and fired three shots into the air.

The sound of gunshots was much louder than the sound of horns. In less than five breaths, the audience was completely silent.

The middle-aged official continued to speak into the loudspeaker: "The holy monk saves people, and he saves all living beings. How many terminally ill people have been saved by him for free. The donation is voluntary by you, and it is not what the holy monk asks for. Take a step back and start from scratch." From the perspective of the businessman in your mind, if you give money, the holy monk should cure you sooner, so how much do you think your life is worth, and is the money donated enough?"

Not far away, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a local tyrant also held a trumpet.

"Who the hell mentioned that I donated money again, just come to me to get the money and get out. If the holy monk takes a fancy to you guys, he won't be here to save people."

The resounding words calm down the people who just clamored that they donated money.

Monk Liao Ran gratefully glanced at the two people who spoke out. If these two people hadn't spoken up, he really didn't know what to do.

"How will the 30 people be divided?"

someone in the crowd asked loudly.

The quiet scene became chaotic again. Many people who donated little money and did not donate money were worried that it would not be their turn, and they kept clamoring.

It's like it's not my turn, and no one can take advantage of it.

Knowing that the monk watched the chaotic scene with a headache, 30 people were selected out of tens of thousands, and most people would be dissatisfied no matter how they were selected.

The middle-aged official who spoke out just now held a loudspeaker and said: "In my opinion, those who are seriously ill should give priority to making great contributions to the country."

Those who are seriously ill are given priority, everyone has no problems, those who have made great contributions to the country, and the person who spoke was an official, everyone's fragile and sensitive hearts were stung.

Apart from scientists these days, public servants are the ones who have made the most contributions. No matter how this official said, it sounded like 'Let the leader go first'.

"Those who have contributed a lot can't do anything except scientists"

"That's right, except for scientists."

"Except scientists, everyone else is bullshit"

……

The crowd was unanimous.

The middle-aged official, who was about to talk a lot, lost his voice all of a sudden.

Seeing this, the monk said, "Since everyone has made a decision, let's first select [-] scientists who are seriously ill and have made contributions to the country."

The crowd became chaotic again.

Tens of thousands of people are under the guidance of the excellent thought that everyone is for one, and I am not for everyone. If you say something to each other, the conversation collapses accidentally.

Fighting incidents occurred in several areas.

It was useless to dissuade him, so he stood awkwardly.

From morning to noon, and from noon to evening, it was dark, and there were no disputes, but only five people were selected.

The five people are all scientists who have made contributions to the country and are seriously ill.

After looking at the sky, he picked up the loudspeaker, pointed at the five old men on the stretcher, and said, "If we can't choose any more, we will only heal these five people today."

It is not a big loss to waste the quota of 25 people in vain.

The crowd became even more noisy, and the number of fighting incidents increased by more than ten times.

Many people who originally came with their families and had no serious illnesses were seriously injured in the battle.

Suddenly, a burst of intensive gunfire rang out over the crowd.

The middle-aged official who was afraid to speak was surrounded by thousands of policemen and soldiers.

"You mob, you know how to quarrel, you know how to fight, it's dark, and there is no result. Now I announce that on a relatively fair basis, the personnel will be assigned by me. Those who are not convinced will be arrested and imprisoned. How dare you Resist and be shot dead on the spot as a kb member."

If you are full of gunpowder, you can calm down the noisy scene.

The middle-aged official looked at the crowd who were all honest and looked like elementary school students, and spat on the ground with disdain.

"Talk to you guys well, each of you got [-] to [-] yuan, I don't know who I am, and when I play hard enough, they all wilt, what a f*cking bitch."

There were a few angry shouts.

The middle-aged official looked over with cold eyes, and there was no sound.

Seeing that the middle-aged officials solved the big problem by three times, five divisions and two divisions, the monk was deeply moved.

No matter what age, words work, and in the end it is the barrel of a gun.

The middle-aged official walked through the crowd and walked in front of Liaoran, performed a Buddhist ceremony, turned around and took out a small notebook, read the names of 25 people, and explained their backgrounds. There are people from all walks of life, and most of them are seriously ill. .

During this period, one person raised a question, but before he finished speaking, he was taken away by the military and police.

After reading the name, the middle-aged official looked domineeringly at the crowd.

"Who has an opinion?"

"Who has an opinion?"

"Who the hell has an opinion?"

After three questions in a row, the crowd fell silent.

Under the guidance of the core idea of ​​"everyone is for me, I am not for everyone", everyone hopes that others will be the first bird, and they will pick peaches behind.If there is no one to be the early bird, everyone will continue to pretend that they are not awake.

It was true at the end of the Song Dynasty, it was true at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was true at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it is true today.

(End of this chapter)