Royal Gold Magistrate

On the second day, the bulletin board on the street was updated again.

The lecturer spoke to a group of people with high spirits: "Everyone! Everyone! The activity at Fuyun Temple yesterday was too hot and there are no enough Buddhist beads!"

"In order to thank all the pilgrims for their kindness, Fuyun Temple said that you can bring your personal belongings at home to be consecrated by the master!"

"At the same time! Pilgrims who go again today will each be given three Wen, but those who went yesterday will be gone!"

Some people in the crowd were dissatisfied: "Why didn't I go yesterday! Isn't Fuyun Temple a scam? It's not good to go early, but you can get three coins if you go late. Is there such a reason in the world? "

"That's right! That's right! Isn't this a trick?"

The guide sneered and said, "Then you can disguise yourself before going. Anyway, there must be a lot of people, so who knows who you are?"

"Hiss... yes! Then I'll go!"

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After some inquiries, Abbot Hongcheng already knew what was going on.

It turned out that he was played by the government, but now that the situation is unclear, he still dare not act rashly, thinking in his heart that he will go to the government to talk to someone after finishing the remaining pilgrims the next day.

After a day of intensive beading, several eminent monks had blood blisters on their hands. The most serious one was Master Huijue, whose hands were swollen like pig's trotters... It seems that there are usually few beads.

Abbot Hongcheng managed to persuade everyone, and promised to consecrate for a period of time tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the gate of Fuyun Temple again the next day, he was overwhelmed by the sight in front of him.

The pilgrims poured into the temple with messy things this time.

There are Napo bowls, water basins, and some carrying poles.

The worst thing is the one who brought the urinal...

Abbot Hongcheng felt his throat being choked, and asked in a trembling voice, "Blessings...why did you bring so many things here today?"

The people below laughed loudly: "Isn't it because you don't have enough Buddhist beads and want to consecrate your personal items? Don't worry, we have brought the abbot here, and we will definitely not disappoint you eminent monks!"

"And where do I get the three Wen coins?"

Abbot Hongcheng's voice trembled more and more: "What three pennies?"

"Didn't you say that every pilgrim will send three Wen? Don't you want to blame?"

"I c...how could it be! How can I, Fuyun Temple, keep my promises! All benefactors, please consecrate first, and each of you will receive three coins after consecration..."

Three pennies per person... how much is this!Is the incense money earned a few days ago enough to pay?

Abbot Hongcheng stared straight at the crowd and kept thinking in his mind.

The hand under the cassock was already clenched with blood... Abbot Hongcheng never figured out who he had offended!Why do you want to target Fuyun Temple like this!

The eminent monks behind him were even more unbearable.

The blood on his face faded, shaking like chaff..

Sin!I have read the scriptures all my life, but in the end I have to suffer this kind of crime!What is the law of heaven!

The most unbearable thing was Master Huijue, who looked like a concubine, his swollen trotter hands trembled slightly, and he kept chanting.

Fang Zhengyi...it must be Fang Zhengyi who messed up.

You have to torture me to make some extra money... You have already been tortured once, and there is no end to it!

Even so, several eminent monks still managed to calm down, knelt down on the futon, and began to consecrate the items one by one.

There is no way not to open it!It was already hard to get off yesterday...Many people today are still those who lined up last night. If they hadn't been consecrated, maybe not only Fuyun Temple would be smashed, but they themselves would also be doomed.

Master Huijue took the urinal handed over by the smiling Poppi in front of him, and began to "play" in his hands.

Mouth began to sing rap again.

Poppi looked interesting, and said, "Master, you must open it properly. This urinal is a treasure that has been passed down from my family for three generations. It is of great significance!"

I want to put the urinal on your face!

Master Huijue held back the anger in his heart and said with a smile: "donor, don't worry, the poor monk will do his best..."

"Thank you, master! But...why is your hand swollen?"

Nima!

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It was another day of hard work, and the eminent monks who were bleeding blisters with one hand yesterday are now bleeding profusely with both hands.

If it were Buddhist beads, it would be okay, the round shape would have less friction, but now everything is going up in a mess, and there are even broken things like bamboo baskets and baskets coming over.

That thing hurts!

If you don't turn the plate back and forth in your hand, the pilgrim will immediately cast a vicious look.

You have all the prayer beads, but what do you mean if you don’t share my things?Look down on me?Can the lighting still work?

Under the "coercion" of the crowd, the eminent monks could only bite the bullet and order groceries.

A group of villains in the temple saw the bleeding hands of the eminent monks, and they didn't feel distressed at all, but they were even more excited!

This is the blood of an eminent monk, exorcising evil spirits and avoiding misfortunes, the effect of consecration is immediately full!

As for whether you are uncomfortable or not, what does it have to do with me?

Monk, it’s okay to bleed a little!

Abbot Hongcheng saw that there were too many people, and he personally joined the grocery delivery team.

But everyone obviously looks down on the monks in this workshop, and the eminent monks in other workshops are even more popular.

There were obviously not as many other monks in the row in front of him.

Even so, Abbot Hongcheng's hands were still blistered with blood.

It was already dark, and seeing the densely packed crowd in the yard, Abbot Hongcheng felt cold....

All the merits in the merit box have been dissipated, and there are still countless people waiting to consecrate and receive money.

Even if you fool around today, what will you do tomorrow?

For a moment, Abbot Hongcheng was in a state of confusion.

After being stunned for a while, I finally couldn't help standing up and shouting: "Everyone! This is the end, everyone! The consecration is over! This temple has no money, everyone, please go back!!"

His roar immediately caused an uproar below.

"What! I've been waiting in line for two days! You son of a bitch playing tricks!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!!"

"Now the light is not turned on! No money is given! How are you going to compensate us?"

"Yes! How to compensate us!!"

A group of unscrupulous people below shouted vigorously, for fear that they would not be able to take advantage of it.

At this moment, the evil of human nature is fully revealed, and I am afraid that only the presence of the Buddha can solve the problem.

Abbot Hongcheng said in despair: "That's gone, all of you have to do what poor monks do to satisfy you!"

"This event is not organized by this temple!!!"

"Lie! Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"......" Hongcheng is now a dumb man eating coptis, unable to tell what he is suffering.

"We don't have to open it alone! We should pay three pennies after waiting here for a day!"

Abbot Hongcheng said in grief and indignation: "There is no money! How can a small household in this temple have so much money!"

"There are so many pilgrims, you tell me that you have no money!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!!"

Desperate tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and Abbot Hongcheng looked helplessly at several eminent monks who were still numb and disheveled. Their hands were bloody from grinding, and they were still muttering rap.

"Then...you can do whatever you like."

Hearing what he said, several eminent monks stopped their movements, looked up to the sky and sighed, relieved...

One of the eminent monks silently put down the half-rolled hoe in his hand.

The pilgrim in front of him became anxious immediately: "Master, don't listen to them! Keep opening it! The blood has not been fully applied, only opened halfway!"

"Crack!" A huge bloody handprint appeared on Pilgrim's face.

"Fuck your mother!"

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