Lin Xiao walked in front, and when Han Xue shouted, it was too late, and he had already walked in front of the two monks.

Both sides are welded high railings to prevent visitors from repenting.

Since she couldn't turn back, Lin Xiao moved and walked up.

"Donor, please give alms!" The one in front gave the money and walked in, it was Lin Xiao's turn, Lin Xiao pretended not to see him and ignored him, and the monk hurriedly shouted.

"I don't have any money!" Lin Xiao said with a smile, "It's almost as good as you give me alms!"

"If you don't have money, you can swipe the card!" The monk took out the pos machine, "No, you can also WeChat and Alipay!"

"I don't have anything!" Lin Xiao said, "Are you not allowed to go in?"

"Yes!" said the monk.

"Then let me go back!"

"No, there's no turning back here!" the monk refused, "Hurry up and give the money, stop others!"

"I don't have anything!" Lin Xiao said, "Now you can go back!"

"The little benefactor is wrong with this!" the monk said, "This road is called Changsheng Road, you can't turn back, you will end up when you turn back, and the blessings and misfortunes are unpredictable!"

"You're cursing me, aren't you!" Lin Xiao said angrily, "You two monks are fake monks!

"Amitabha!" The monk raised one hand, and the other hand was tightly grasping the POS machine, "Since the donor doesn't even have compassion, how can he face the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in this temple!"

"It's strange!" Lin Xiao simply asked him, "Do you want money or do the Buddha and Bodhisattva want it?"

"It's not asking for money!" said the monk, "This is a good relationship!"

"I can't make a good relationship if I don't have money?" Lin Xiao asked, and the people behind saw Lin Xiao stopping this monk, and they went to other monks to give alms!

There was no one behind Lin Xiao, and it was okay to turn back, but Lin Xiao heard what he said ugly, and he was angry, so he just didn't leave.

The monk actually took out the phone and called.

Han Xue saw that Lin Xiao was alone here, her heart was broken, and she must have caused trouble again, so she hurriedly ran up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If you don't have any money, you won't be allowed to enter?" Lin Xiao said, "The minimum consumption is two hundred!"

"Alas!" Han Xue sighed, "Why did you go so fast, come back!"

Han Yong also ran up.

"Didn't you let you in before?" Han Yong said, "When did you set the rules?"

"Amitabha!" a middle-aged monk walked down from the hall and sang a Buddha horn.

"Why is this little benefactor unwilling to give alms? This temple has raised funds this time in order to reshape my Buddha's golden body, so that my Buddha can spread the Dharma and benefit the common people!" The middle-aged monk said, "If the donor has any doubts, the little monk will solve the doubts on behalf of the temple!"

"I don't know much about Buddhism!" Lin Xiao said, "Is the Buddha also so disgusted with the poor and loves the rich, and won't let me in?"

"The donor is too worried!" the middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said, "Is that what my Buddha means, my Buddha is merciful, and treats the common people in the world equally, how can there be a saying that he dislikes the poor and loves the rich?"

"Since there isn't, then let's go in, what are you doing with so much nonsense?" Lin Xiao said angrily, "Could it be that the Buddha told you that if the golden body is not molded, you will not practice the Dharma?"

"The little benefactor is wrong with this!" the monk said, "My Buddha has vast magical powers and boundless power! Reshaping the golden body is to express the reverence of the disciples of the Buddha for my Buddha, how can my Buddha ask for the golden body!"

"In that case, is that you borrowing the name of the Buddha to make money?" Lin Xiao said, "Although I don't understand, I also know that the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the truth left in the Buddha's heart, whether you are plastic or not, whether you are in it or not, whether you are there or not, isn't the Buddha still there?"

The monk was already unhappy, and said, "According to the benefactor's statement, it means that the Buddha's golden body is ruined and ignored?"

"Of course!" Lin Xiao said with a smile, "Since the Buddha is so capable, it is okay to make one for himself! Maybe the Buddha grabbed a handful of clay and blew it with his mouth, and he became a golden body?"

As soon as these words came out, the monks next to them all glared angrily, but some tourists laughed and stopped to watch the battle.

"Donor, I don't think you're here to worship the Buddha, you're here to smash the field!" The middle-aged monk's face became very ugly, and he turned his head and said loudly, "Eighteen Arhats!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of young monks holding long sticks ran out from the back of the main hall.

"Eighteen!" Xie Fang counted.

"Uncle!" shouted the monks in unison, "what do you command?"

"He's miserable!" said to Ma Feipeng secretly, "Look, the wish you made just now has come true!"

Ma Feipeng smiled from ear to ear, lowered his head and said in the ear of the electric pole: "The Buddha is really powerful, I will buy six pillars to burn in a while!"

At this time, the middle-aged monk swept Lin Xiao majestically, and said sternly: "This little benefactor doesn't want to give alms, and he is disrespectful to my Buddha Rulai, disturbing the pure land of Buddhism, and inviting him out of the temple!"

"Yes! Obey the Lord's Decree!" replied in unison to the Eighteen Arhats.

"Little donor!please!" eighteen long sticks pointed at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao was furious, it seemed that these eighteen Arhats were also very ordinary, and the ring did not react, so he mentioned a little true qi, as long as they did it, they would beat them to the ground.

However, no one must be killed! This is a lesson and a principle!

"Eighteen Arhats, do you want to bully more and less?" Han Yong said loudly, taking off his coat, revealing his strong muscles, and clenching his fists, "Come on!"

"Wow! look at that muscle!" Wang Jun exclaimed in surprise and pushed Li Qian.

"Nymphomaniac!" Li Qian said.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, the surrounding people surrounded one after another, lest the world would not be chaotic.

"Bah!" a monk shouted, carrying a stick to open a posture, the stick shook up and down a few times, and the monks behind him drew a gourd in the same way, and they all took a posture.

"Wow!" The onlookers scattered one after another, took out their mobile phones and desperately took pictures, this is the realistic version of the Great War Eighteen Arhats.

Han Yong clenched his fists and rushed forward, and the monk in front threw away his stick and started hand-to-hand combat with Han Yong.

You come and go, neither side takes advantage, it seems that both sides are good.

Han Yong was bare-handed, and it was inevitable that he would suffer some losses.

But it also shows that the name of the eighteen Arhats is not blown, there must be training in ordinary times, and there is only one person at this time, if the eighteen are on it together, then Han Yong is definitely not an opponent.

Lin Xiao is ready, as long as others do it, he will not be polite.

At the same time, I thought that Chen Yongan's skills were not ordinary, and he had also practiced Han Yong's appearance, so what did Chen Yongan do?

Seeing that the two sides were inseparable, an elderly monk walked out of the main hall at this time, stood on the stage and said loudly: "In front of the Buddha, what kind of system it becomes, stop it for me!"

When the monk heard this, he hurriedly retreated, and Han Yong immediately stopped and stepped aside.

"Huiming, you come up!" the old monk shouted again.

The middle-aged monk who began to speak hurriedly walked up, bowed his head and said, "Master!"

"Come in with me!" the old monk walked out the back door, and Hui Ming followed closely.

The monk in place stood up and looked at Han Yong vigilantly.

"To bully more and to bully less, I can also call someone!" Han Yong said, taking out the phone and about to call.

Lin Xiao held his hand and said, "No, let's observe it first!"

"It's okay!" Han Yong said fiercely, "The temples are so philistine now, it's just a robbery, and no one will take care of it if I don't believe it!"

Lin Xiao agreed: "Actually, there is no problem in itself, since it is giving, people can give as much as they want, and the minimum is two hundred, and this attitude is really bad, it is the same as robbing money." ”

"That's right!" many tourists accused,

"Originally, we wanted to donate, but it was too unreasonable to buy and sell like this. One woman said.

"Yes, I originally planned to donate some incense money, my mother believes in Buddhism, and I am very angry about donating the Dharma like this!"

"The way of the world has changed, and the Buddha has changed his way to come out to ask for money, so why don't we work hard?"

"That's right!" many people agreed, and there was a lot of discussion everywhere for a while.

In the back mountain Zen Temple, Huiming followed behind the old monk, walked in a hurry, and walked into a house after a while.

Zhiwen sat down and looked at Huiming.

Huiming was a little confused, looking at the master's unkind face, he didn't dare to speak, and stood aside.

"What do you think you look like?" Master Zhiwen said to Hui Ming, "Buddhism is pure, fight big, smile and be generous!"

"That kid is too deceitful, if he doesn't give money, forget it, and he will be disrespectful!" Hui Ming explained, "I just wanted to give him some color to see, how could I have thought that someone would really make a move?"

"You are a monk, how can you use force at every turn, get angry at every turn, what kind of system do you become?" Zhi Wen said, "Go out now, tell the disciples to go back, there must be no more armed fights, otherwise I will only ask you!"

"Yes, Master!" Hui Ming stood up and was about to walk out.

"Come back!" Zhiwen said majestically.

"Also, I told you a long time ago about the minimum consumption you are engaged in, giving is a good deed, it is a Buddha relationship, and you ask for good fortune, your approach, how can you have half a Buddha relationship, and you have a lot of Buddha grudges!"

"Yes, Master! The disciple understands, so let's go and tear down the sign!" Hui Ming said.

"There is also incense at the door! It will be provided free of charge in the future, and all those bells and whistles will be free!"

Huiming was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Master, then we will have no income!"

"What kind of income do you want?" said Zhiwen, "you still can't see through it?"

"Yes, the disciple will do it immediately!" Huiming saw that the master's face was getting worse and worse, and hurriedly went out, for fear of being called back again.

"Zhiwen!" waited for Huiming to walk away, and at this time, a voice sounded.

Zhiwen hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands together and said, "Master!"

"The house of goodness will have afterglow, and the house of unkindness will have aftermath. The same is true for our temple today. ”

"Yes, Master!" Zhiwen said very respectfully.

"If I hadn't stopped it in time today, I was afraid that today's thousand-year-old reputation of my temple would have been ruined!" the voice said, "How many years have passed, and I have never felt such a powerful true qi. ”

"What does the ancestor mean that there is a master from our temple?" Zhi Wen was shocked, "Is it going to be unfavorable to our temple?"

"That's not necessarily! If someone comes with a heart, how can you speak! I'm afraid that I will be difficult to resist!"

"What, Master, you can't resist it?" Zhiwen's face was bloodless, what kind of master is this?

"Yes, don't say it's me, in my judgment, with such abundant true qi, even if I and the two senior brothers make a move together, I may not be able to resist it!"

"Amitabha!" three voices came out.

"How is that possible?" Zhiwen trembled all over, "There can't be such a master in the world!"

"Believe or not, all in a thought, exist or not, but also between a thought, although I am your ancestor, you are the presiding officer of this temple, all cause and effect are up to you!"

"Master, the disciple must follow the teachings, and never dare to cross the thunder pond by half a step!" Zhiwen said respectfully.

"I hope so, Amitabha!" the voice said as if the person had drifted away.

Zhiwen almost dragged his body back.

"Amitabha!" Back in front of the main hall, Huiming sang another Buddha horn, "You all go back!"

"Yes!" the eighteen monks walked back neatly.

"From today onwards, all the alms that this temple receives are decided by the donors, and the incense is free of charge, and my Buddha is merciful!" Hui Ming seemed to be a little incoherent.