Among the many tourists, a few people slashed out and stopped in front of Jin Feng, but it was not who was the mallet and the devil and the traitor last night.

Jin Feng's footsteps froze, and he showed a strange color: "You are a monk!"

Yousan, who was standing in front of Jin Feng, was dressed in a monk's robe. This made Jin Feng a little surprised.

"Yes. I am a monk. Do you have any comments?"

Yousan Devil shouted with a gloomy face and a cold look, and Liu Hong's face was also extremely vicious.

The traitor Duan Ruize was wearing a jacket and jeans, and he hated Jin Feng even more.

Now the three of them had woken up and looked at Jin Feng resentfully.

Last night, they were severely humiliated by Jin Feng, and they didn't have their passports and ID cards, and the three of them worked hard at the local police station all night without getting a certificate, so they could only nest there until dawn.

I just got the relevant materials this morning, so I rushed over in a hurry to participate in today's viewing and offering meeting.

I didn't expect to meet Jin Feng here, it's really a narrow road.

The humiliation suffered last night must be avenged today.

Duan Ruize pointed at Jin Feng hatefully, looked at him with resentment, squeezed out of the crowd and made a call.

It's the rhythm of summoning.

Seeing the three devils wearing monk's robes in front of him, Jin Feng was really a little surprised. After a little thought, I figured it out.

The monks of the devil's family belong to the super strange of Buddhism. Back then, Jianzhen, the old bald thief, used to pass on the Fa, spared no effort, did his best, and died, whether it was Mahayana or Hinayana, he unified his mind and passed it on.

This also led to the impurity of the six roots of the later monks.

In the Meiji era, it was completely liberalized, except for monks and nuns who could not get married, other casual plays.

The other is because many temples are not large, and many of them are managed by a monk, and most of them are passed from father to son.

In other words, most of the temples on the devil's side are family in nature, and they can be inherited by children and grandchildren.

Many temples are not only used for worship, but also for many students to go to temples on their leave of absence.

In Dongying, the income of the devil monks is to make money by doing things and selling cemeteries.

Running a temple is a money-making machine, and the temple also runs a cemetery, which is fattening.

And that's not even counting the annual management fee charged by the cemetery.

There is another income, which is to give legal names to relatives and friends who have died. It's a must-do.

Any legal name is hundreds of thousands of Dongying coins, and the price will be higher if you want to take a good one.

Therefore, it is normal for a devil monk to drive a sports car, take a private jet, charter a mistress, and raise a lover and an illegitimate child.

It's no wonder that this man knows a lot about the history of his country and China.

Stopped by a few people, Jin Feng had no fear, swept over coldly and said indifferently: "What's the matter?

The scene was crowded, and the monk Yousan stopped Jin Feng and immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Yousan pointed at Jin Feng stupidly and said, "Did you steal our passport wallet?"

Liu Hong next to him said loudly: "You must have taken it." We still have our wallets and passports in the teahouse. ”

Jin Feng smiled contemptuously: "What if I stole it, I have the ability to sue me and arrest me." ”

"What do you dare to do to me, a fake monk?"

Faced with Jin Feng's indifferent and provocative words, Yousan immediately sank his face: "Bastard." Let me tell you, I am a monk of the upright Lingcao Temple. ”

"Please answer me truthfully. Did you take my wallet? I have something very important in my wallet. If you steal it, please give it back to me. I can be blamed for the past. ”

Jin Feng pursed his lips and responded lightly: "Don't you monks in Dongying speak without thinking?"

"Lingcao Temple?"

"You're talking about that junk temple on the hill of Kyoto with only two broken houses?"

"The dilapidated temple that was blown up by a nuclear bomb in World War II and moved from Guangdao?"

"That Chu Daming, who sexually assaulted more than 30 female disciples and killed people, is it your grandfather or your uncle?"

Yousan monk and the devil were immediately stopped by Jin Feng's words. There aren't many people who know about this history.

"You...... How do you know?"

Jin Feng sneered: "You Dongying Temple, there's nothing I don't know." Do you still need me to popularize the unsavory history of your Eastern Buddhism?"

The third devil's face turned pale, and he shouted fiercely, "It seems that you are also a lay cultivator. I have one of Master Xuanzang's offering money in my wallet......"

"If you take it, hand it over. Otherwise, I'll call the police. ”

"I'm not going to make it hard for you. ”

Master Xuanzang's offering money came out of the Xuanzang sarcophagus under the Dabao'en Temple at that time. It includes the currencies of the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties. More than 300 pieces in total.

It's just that there are almost no complete coins, and they are all fragments.

For ordinary people, this kind of offering money is a proper ritual artifact.

No wonder the three devils are so anxious.

Jin Feng half-lowered his eyelids and said lightly: "Don't talk about your offering money, even if I take Xuanzang's bones, then you can only watch." ”

"Call the police!?"

"Believe it or not that you were the ones who were arrested?"

Liu Hongyin sneered: "Arrogant and arrogant guy." Just you, a poor ghost, still want to see the parietal bone holy relics of Master Xuanzang's **?"

Jin Feng said with a cold expression: "Don't talk about Master Xuanzang, even if I want to see the Buddha's parietal bone relics, that's it." ”

After a pause, Jin Feng said coldly: "I'm really idle, I've been chatting with you ** for so long." ”

"It's really out of line. ”

When these words came out, several people were immediately angry.

Jin Feng's arrogance and indifference completely angered several people.

Just as he was about to pull Jin Feng and not allow him to leave, suddenly a Dharma horn sounded, and the most important viewing offering ceremony every five years began.

After the praise of the big monk in the yellow monk's robe and red robe in Taishan, he slowly got up, and cautiously held a relict pagoda more than a foot high and began to walk around the square.

That's what it looks like.

Let all the believers feel the supreme merit of Xuanzang Sangha at close range, pray for blessings and blessings to bless the safety of the house, increase the blessings and wisdom of children, and be healthy and smooth for adults.

For a time, the Sanskrit voice was high-pitched, the Buddha horn was rolling like thunder, the scene was solemn, and countless people were immersed in the supreme Dharma.

Everywhere the stupa went, the people on the scene knelt down like a whirlwind of the wind. Hands together chanting the Buddha's name, respectful and sacred.

Holding the stupa is the old monk of the temple, who is the presiding monk of the temple, followed by the starry sky of the first monk of the treasure island, and the great Zen master from the mainland on the left.

The stupa is gilded. Although Xuanzang Temple enshrines Xuanzang's skull, they are really not as good as the temples in the interior of China.

Behind them, there was a group of middle monks of all sizes, small and small, solemnly singing and saluting.

The little monks walked through the crowd with boxes one by one.

But everywhere the Xuanzang Relic Stupa went, all the believers, pilgrims and tourists all gave generously after praising them.

For a time, a large number of banknotes from various countries were thrown into those merit boxes without hesitation.

Some female believers directly wiped off the gold bracelets, bracelets, and gold rings on their hands and put them in.

When they walked to the pilgrim area, a group of middle-aged people with fat heads and big ears stood up and waved their hands, and the younger brother immediately sent a thick stack of banknotes and put them into the cart in front of countless people.

These people donate not incense money, but peace of mind.

When a wealthy old man donated a check, the old monk immediately stopped, and pressed his fat right palm lightly.

Immediately the old man knelt down.

Yi Nian lifted the stupa and handed it to the apprentice next to him, and the apprentice held the stupa and circled the old man's head three times.

After finishing it, he casually raised his hand and let the rich old man hold the stupa with both hands, and this was everything.

With the scriptures in his mouth, he continued to go down.

Many tourists are very surprised by this.

When the scene of some pilgrims who donated large amounts of swords and checks also knelt down and was treated equally, the tourists finally understood.

This...... It's a bit too straightforward.

Whoever donates more money can get the blessing of Xuanzang's relics, and those who donate less can only look at it?

Belch......

Say that all beings are equally pinched?

It turns out that there is such an operation!

Really, day dog.

After a while, the small carts pushed behind were replaced by two, and the merit boxes were also full. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~