Ah, what's wrong with this holy water?!" Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, his face full of puzzlement.

As soon as Meng Chuan was about to speak, he heard a noise from the side, and when everyone looked back, they saw a Tibetan monk kicking a woman from a backward village in Tibetan area.

The woman was still holding a three-year-old boy in her arms, her face was flushed, unconscious, and she was dying.

But the Tibetan monk didn't pay any attention to this, and kicked the mother and son with his big feet. The woman tried to protect her child, but she couldn't dodge it, and was soon kicked by the Tibetan monk and vomited blood.

“...... If you don't even plan to give money to serve the Living Buddha, how can you prove your devotion to the Living Buddha?"

The Tibetan monk stopped slightly, pointed at the woman on the ground and roared, "Our Barak Temple is not a charitable organization, if you want holy water to cure all diseases, you have to show your sincerity to the true God!"

"A bottle of holy water is 10,000 yuan, and I will never give in!"

The woman was beaten like this, and she did not dare to complain at all, so she immediately knelt on the ground, hugged the child, and said to the Tibetan monk, "Master, please give me a bottle of holy water......

"My child is seriously ill, and the doctors in our village can't do anything, if you don't give us holy water, my child's life will be gone!"

"Our family is too poor to come up with so much money. My husband and I worked so hard to get these herbs that my husband even fell down the hill and is still lying on them. ”

"I will give you all these herbs, please give me a bottle of holy water!"

As she spoke, the woman took out the cloth bag she had brought with her, which contained a lot of herbs that had just arrived.

The Tibetan monk didn't care at all, knocked over the medicine in the woman's hand with one hand, and said disdainfully: "Can you afford to exchange this broken thing for a bottle of holy water?"

"If you want holy water, you have to be sincere, sincerity understand?! If not, get out of here, don't delay our time!"

After saying that, the Tibetan monk was going to leave and go to the others.

The woman suddenly became anxious, and went up and hugged her

The Tibetan monk's calf cried, "Master, don't go! Please, just give me a bottle of holy water! Look at my child, if he didn't have the holy water, he might not be ...... today."

"Get out of here!" the Tibetan monk kicked the woman to the ground again, "The reason why your child will die is because you don't respect the living Buddha, and you deserve it!"

"It has nothing to do with us whether he dies or not, if you want holy water, you have to be sincere, if you disturb the tranquility of our Barak Temple like this, I will have people throw you and your son out now!"

"No, Teacher, please give me a bottle of holy water for the mercy of God......" The woman still persevered, crying heartbreakingly, so that everyone around her was moved.

However, the Tibetan monk seemed to be hard-hearted, and his face was full of impatience, and he shouted loudly: "Come on, throw her out!"

Immediately, a number of young monks rushed over and set up the women to take her away.

Meng Chuan finally couldn't look at it, and shouted with a calm face: "Stop!"

The young monks immediately did not move, and watched Meng Chuan step forward and help the woman up.

"What a temple! What a living Buddha! Your temple is really interesting, it opens my eyes!"

"It's a temple, but it's better to say that it's an unscrupulous merchant who only makes black money, and even garbage like you deserves to cheat here in the name of God?!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Meng Chuan is simply pointing at the nose of the Barak Temple and scolding, saying such things on such an occasion, isn't this looking for death?

Seeing this, Jiang Han immediately became anxious, and wanted to go up and pull Meng Chuan back, so that he would not have any trouble.

It's just that as soon as Jiang Han made a move, he was stopped by Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang said in a low voice: "Jiang Han, what are you doing? Didn't you see that Meng Chuan was already crazy?"

"If you say such a thing on such an occasion, the people of the Barak Temple will not spare him!

"If I want to say that I just stay here and pretend I don't know him, what does his life or death have to do with us?"

"But...... But Mr. Meng, he saved me twice, and I again

How can you sit back and watch?!" Jiang Han was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

Zhou Yang sneered, and then said: "It's true that he saved us, but today he is looking for his own death, who is to blame? If you go over now, you will only be thrown out of the temple by the people of the Barak Temple as a heretic, it is better to pretend that you don't know Meng Chuan, and you can avoid some trouble." ”

Jiang Han naturally didn't want to ignore Meng Chuan, but Zhou Yang was stopping her on the side, and she didn't have anything to do.

At this time, the Tibetan monk who beat the women just now was already furious when he heard Meng Chuan's insulting words to the temple, and he wrinkled his eyebrows and said: "You stinky boy, what did you just say? You dare to be disrespectful to our temple and the living Buddha?

"Even your place deserves to be called a 'god'?" Meng Chuan snorted, pointed to the woman next to him and said, "Since you are worshipped, it is also what you should do to help the people." And you only have money in your eyes, and you can't save yourself when you see death, are you worthy of the faith and worship of so many believers?"

The Tibetan monk said with a blue face: "How do we do things in our temple, do we still need you to talk more?"

"Why don't you need to? Do you not want me to talk more, or don't you dare?" Meng Chuan sneered, and then said: "In the name of relieving suffering and illness to make money, your so-called god is not as good as me as a little doctor!"

After speaking, Meng Chuan turned back to the woman and smiled: "Don't worry, eldest sister, I can save your child." If you're willing to believe me, let me give it a try, and I'll be able to wake up in three minutes!"

"Really...... Really?" the woman wiped the blood from her face, and the flame of hope reignited in her already desperate gaze.

She has never been able to scrape together the money to buy holy water, in fact, she has long been almost desperate for whether she can save her child.

I came here today just to see if I could make the Tibetan monks in the temple have mercy and give myself a bottle, but I was beaten violently.

Now that someone has given her hope again, this woman is naturally reluctant to give up the last straw.

However, then the woman's gaze was a little evasive, and she squeaked and said, "That...... Little brother, I don't have any money, I don't know how much it will cost you to save my child......"