After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

119 Can you pretend to be a more reliable person?

The monk who was checking was startled, he stood up and calmly clasped his hands together and chanted to Xiao Wei: "The donor is right."

This voice was clearly made by the monk with full of energy.

Xiao Wei cursed inwardly: This guy actually knows medicine and his aura is so strong. He is clearly a martial artist and seems to have a prominent background.

But who is Aunt Xiaowei? How could she be afraid of the stage? She said shamelessly: "Using five dollars to define merit, is merit measured by the amount of money? What about the equality of all living beings? You still have the nerve to call yourself a monk. You tarnish the reputation of Buddhism and should be beaten to death."

Monk Lian Jiazi chanted again: "What the donor said is absolutely right. I will report to the abbot and ask him to remove this rule from the temple and expel these three disciples."

Xiao Wei asked, "Then tell your abbot to come out and talk things out. Compensate us for our medical expenses, nutrition expenses, shock expenses, lost wages, and mental damages. We still need to go down the mountain to have lunch."

The trainee chanted: "The abbot is playing the zither in the back, he will come out to deal with it when he is done."

Xiao Wei almost cursed, and Gui Xiu whispered, "It seems like they are really playing Chinese civilization."

I didn't pay attention to it just now, but when I listened carefully, I really heard the sound of a guzheng coming from behind.

Guixiu learned to play the guzheng from a musician since she was young. Even though she did not have a strong musical sense and lacked musical talent, she was exposed to the guzheng over the years and, with the addition of meeting Xiaowei, she was constantly exposed to various songs, so she naturally became particularly sensitive to the guzheng.

Xiao Wei cursed even more fiercely in his heart: Have monks now started singing revolutionary songs?

No wonder these monks recruit people based on their benefits. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked too. What the hell is this?

Xiao Wei was so angry that he started to curse: "He is an old bald donkey hiding in the back and pretending to be cool. Should we just wait for so many people?"

The practitioner just chanted Buddha's name without answering.

Xiao Wei continued to curse: "What the hell are you talking about? You dare to come out and pollute the forest with this kind of noise. Isn't this just embarrassing?"

The practitioner chanted the Buddha's name but ignored him.

Xiao Wei stamped her feet and said, "Let's go and meet that old bald donkey."

The martial artist turned around, blocked the door, and chanted the Buddha's name again.

Xiao Wei glared and said, "He just played my music. Did he get my consent?"

The trainer was stunned: "Is this song yours?"

Xiao Wei sneered: "Could it be yours?"

Director Feng quickly came over and smiled apologetically: "We did buy this piece of Chinese Civilization from this girl."

The trainer chanted again: "Excuse me, please come in."

At the very back there was a thatched pavilion where an old monk was actually playing the music. He didn't even glance at the dozen or so people who had come to the front, and continued to play calmly.

The martial artist did have some skills. He didn't seem to be running, but he floated to the old monk's side like a gust of wind and whispered a few words.

The old monk was also stunned. He looked at Xiao Wei and his group, and then whispered a few words to Lian Jiazi before nodding.

Xiao Wei was getting impatient waiting: "A good monk, why don't you play the music of the fisherman singing the song of the evening cloud and water Zen? What kind of bullshit civilization is this? If you want to pretend to be noble, you should at least act more reliable."

The old monk has a high level of cultivation: "I am a beginner, please teach me, lady donor."

Xiao Wei cursed inwardly: It's just pretending to be smart. Who is afraid of who? I will show you the highest level of pretending to be smart: "With your rubbish, you are not worthy of my teaching. Come on, disciple Guixiu, show your skills to the old monk."

Gui Xiu has memorized this song by heart. She can even play it with her eyes closed by putting on finger gloves.

After the song was finished, the old monk was quite polite: "I am grateful for your advice."

Xiao Wei continued to act smart: "This piece of music is not suitable for monks to play. I will play another slow song to let the old monk learn something."

This time Guixiu played and sang at the same time.

The two little girls, Shi You and Yin Ling, didn't quite understand what was going on and actually hummed along quietly.

When the song ended, the old monk bowed deeply and said, "I didn't know you were here. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Xiao Wei snorted and acted very arrogantly: "Alright. You injured so many of us, tell me how to deal with it?"

The old monk said, "Please give me some pointers, lady donor."

Xiao Wei analyzed seriously: "Logically, we should fight back. But now it is a new society, hitting people is against the law. We laymen don't care about the monks' mistakes, just pay some money and let us go."

There was a monk who had been beaten. He just started chanting the Buddha's name when the old monk stopped him with his hand: "How much do you want, lady donor?"

Xiao Wei asked back, "We are more than 20 pilgrims. How much do you want to give?"

The old monk thought for a moment and said, "How about five dollars per person?"

Qian Xiuwen cried out, "No, my neck is twisted. If I can't straighten it, I won't be able to get a wife."

"My leg is also swollen. I don't know if the bones are broken."

"Ouch, ouch, my old waist."

Seeing everyone screaming and unsteady, the old monk remained calm and said, "Then pay 10 yuan each."

Xiao Wei turned around and asked, "How about ten dollars?"

"It's not enough to reason with it. Since the old abbot has spoken, then it's fine."

"Ten dollars is ten dollars. We are generous and won't argue with monks."

The monk who was beaten collapsed in anger and argued, "It was that girl who hit me first."

How could the crowd let such a cooked duck fly away? The monk's words immediately aroused the anger of the crowd: "The little girl was clearly the one who persuaded them in front. Who would believe such a false accusation?"

"That's right. She's a very gentle girl. She tried to reason with you calmly, but you started to use violence when you couldn't win the argument. Are you still a monk?"

"The monk beat the little girl and made her cry. He is simply a beast, worse than pigs and dogs."

"We all heard it. The little girl was beaten and screamed for help."

"Stop talking. He is confusing right and wrong and making up stories. Beat him."

Lian Jiazi had already stopped in front and said, "Amitabha. All donors, please calm down. The abbot has already spoken, so don't make trouble. I will go and get the compensation now."

Qian Xiuwen said angrily: "Just give the old monk some face and don't do anything."

"Buddhism is a pure land. We listen to the old monk."

"The old monk has deep knowledge and understanding of the truth. This is what a monk should be like."

Xiao Wei laughed secretly: Without the old monk's permission, would the merit book limit be five yuan? Thinking of the limit of two hundred yuan a few decades later, it turned out that the so-called Buddhism had changed in nature when it was introduced to China.

Shanzi said that the so-called belief in this place has always been a means for the authorities to confuse and exploit the people.

Seeing the old monk staring at him, Xiao Wei was startled. Fearing that he would see through her trick, he pretended to stop them from making trouble and hid behind Hai Tao, but the old monk called him, "Short-haired female donor, could you please play a song for me about the Zen Heart of Clouds and Water that you just mentioned? I am all ears."

Xiao Wei cursed herself for being too smart. "I've only heard those songs once, and I haven't learned them. I've also heard Autumn Moon Over the Han Palace, Flowing Water in the Mountains, Moonlit Night on the Spring River, Guangling San, and many more, but unfortunately I've only heard them once, and I can't remember any of them."

The old monk sighed, "These songs have long been lost. I wonder where the donor heard them?"

Xiao Wei replied calmly: "In a dream."