By the time Ming Fa and Ichijie return to the center of this venue, the funeral ceremony is almost over, and when the time comes, a flame will be lit, the golden body of Sorumi will be burned, and the ashes will be buried in the backyard of the temple, which is all the funeral condolences.

Mingfa silently thought that he must light this fire, as the abbot to light this fire, and become the abbot of the new temple.

At the moment of lighting this fire, the people's desire of the temple is probably the person who lit the fire, if Ming Zheng is allowed to light this fire, then the next abbot of this temple is him, Ming Fa does not want to see all this happen.

With a round, chubby body, Ming Fa sorted out his facial expressions to ensure that his expressions were on the right path, serious and awe-inspiring, like a messenger of justice.

At this time, Ming Zheng held a torch, stood up, and when he walked in front of Sorami's body, Ming Fa also stood up and blocked Ming Zheng with his round body.

"Senior Brother Mingfa, what are you..."Ming Zheng looked at Mingfa blocking in front of him, with a puzzled expression.

"Amitabha, senior brother Mingzheng, today, the poor monk is here, in front of many fellow Taoists. Mingfa's face was neither happy nor sad, and he said lightly: "You are not worthy of being the abbot of this Dalin Temple, and even the acting abbot is not worthy... I didn't expect you to do such a thing, just before, senior brother, I misjudged you..."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks present were all exclaimed, not knowing that the Ming Fa actually made this stubble.

"What's this kind of thing?"

"Master Mingfa, don't say half of what you say, you can make it clear. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't think Master Mingzheng will do anything... Didn't he study the Buddhist scriptures in his room every day?"

"Ming Fa... What do you mean by this? This is the master's funeral, aren't you also thinking about fighting for power and profit here?" Ming Zheng said with a look of disbelief, he knew that Ming Fa had a slight opinion about himself, but he didn't expect that now that he suddenly made such a fuss, what can't he say in private?

The little novice who had been following Kong Mi next to him jumped out with a red face and a clumsy face: "Uncle Ming, now the abbot has just passed away, it's not good for you to be like this... Let's go down first, and don't let the crowd see the jokes. ”

Mingfa looked at the clumsy little novice with some impatience, and he was already a little unhappy with him, especially the stupid and stupid appearance made people angry for a while.

"Uncle Shi said that you little monk don't interject, just watch it from the sidelines, this matter is very important, it needs to be exposed in front of many Taoist friends, now the ugliness of the family is not publicized, it is good to have all Taoist friends to witness it, see what kind of person this dignified master Mingzheng is!"

The little novice seemed to be a little frightened by the Ming Fa, unable to say anything, standing in place at a loss, and the whole person was trembling.

Facing the little novice who showed his fear and fear, Mingfa was very satisfied with the reaction, and secretly muttered that this was the pleasure of majesty, and then put on a sad expression, looked at Mingzheng and said, "Senior Brother Mingzheng, don't you want to admit it... It's been so hard for you to hide it from me before, and it's only recently revealed that you've been exposed, especially after the death of your master, you're even more unscrupulous..."

"What the hell did I do?" Ming Zheng looked at Ming Fa with a confused expression, not understanding what was going on at all, but vaguely feeling that he was going to lie down and be shot.

Yijie, who was originally on the side, stood up and sighed leisurely.

"Zen Master Mingzheng, you have to admit these things, they have tarnished the reputation of our Buddhism..."

Yijie took out stacks of photos from the gray cloth bag on his body.

Color, HD, 1080P -

The bald monk in the photo drinks and eats meat on the hot pot table, and even hugs left and right, a little sister on the left, a young sister on the right, and an old aunt sitting in the middle, wearing revealing clothes, the young monks around him are all red-faced, and the invited lay pilgrims even began to scold [what the hell...].

The most conspicuous thing is the big bald head in the middle, even the close-up of the face is clearly captured, this bald monk is Mingzheng himself, as if fake.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at Ming Zheng in disbelief, not knowing that Ming Zheng was actually such a monk.

"I... I didn't... I don't even know what these things are. Ming Zheng was speechless, his face turned red, and he didn't know how to refute it in the face of these photos, or there was no way to refute it.

"The evidence is conclusive, what else do you want to say?" Mingfa said with a sad face: "You obviously know that the master has been very unhappy because of the wise things, but you still did something sorry for my Buddha, are you worthy of the dead master in doing this? Are you right about the Dalin Temple that we love?"

"A person like you is not worthy of being a monk at all, let alone being our abbot! You are standing here as a master who humiliates our death..."

What the Zen master said was full of tears, and he collapsed on the ground without an image, revealing his true feelings and being extremely sad.

"Ming... Senior Brother Mingzheng... Admit it... I only saw you last time... Call this woman above... Come to the temple... Amitabha, sins and sins... Under your bedding, there is still meat and wine that I didn't eat the day before yesterday, I didn't want to say it, but now that the master has died, I don't have to endure it anymore, for the sake of the Dalin Temple we love... You can't be an abbot. ”

Another head of Dalin Temple stood up, looked at Mingzheng with a unbearable look, and recited Buddhist scriptures at the same time, as if he was atoning for the sins of Mingzheng Zen Master, his eyes were serious, and his voice was full of tearful accusations.

Everyone looked at Ming Zheng with subtle eyes, and the torch in Ming Zheng's hand almost fell, and finally he barely supported his body by holding on to the firewood next to him.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you... You guys..."

......

Half an hour ago—

At the door of Dalin Temple, the empty valley is quiet, there is only one ring and the Mingfa two people are talking and laughing at the door, and the surrounding monks have been separated by the two with various reasons.

Yijie looked at Mingfa with some suspicion and said.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I want to be the abbot, the abbot of this Dalin Temple, the abbot of this Dalin Temple with 200 paid 'pilgrims', six acres of land, and the reputation of the first temple in the local area. Mingfa smiled indifferently, looked at Yijie very calmly and said: "For this, you can help me, of course you are not in vain, I can also help you in the future, I am already confident enough to be able to take the position of abbot..."

Mingfa looked confident, and the robe on his body was also scorching, clean and flashing...

In front of me, it's like a real master.

And Yijie saw himself in this 'master', but this Mingfa Zen master looked older, and his purpose was very explicit, and he directly put it into action...

Yijie was silent for a while, but still said.

"What do you want me to help with so confident, I'm not from your Dalin Temple, no matter how much you ask me to say, it's useless, and no one will believe my own words. ”

As long as there are two or more people who say that this thing is true, then this matter must be true, whether you believe it or not, anyway, I believe it, those simple-minded old monks who don't care about the world will also believe it. Mingfa said with a smile on his face, and at the same time took out a gray cloth bag: "Besides, the poor monk still has this... That's a real goodie. ”

Open the cloth bag, there are photos inside, and a portable camera, looking at the photos on it, Yijie said with a shocked face: "No... I didn't expect Mingzheng, a thick-eyed person with big eyebrows, to do such a thing? It's incredible, it's incredible... I can't believe it... The monk's comments are indescribably good. ”

Looking at Yijie's shocked appearance, Mingfa smiled proudly and said, "You say, are these things credible? or not?"

Yijie hesitated for a moment, remembered Mingzheng's comments, shook his head, and nodded again.

"It's not credible, it's ridiculous... But the photo is here, I can't help but I don't believe it, but on the other hand, there are indeed too many doubts, you suddenly take out this set of photos, to slander the wind of good reviews, this is obviously not a rational approach, after all, there are many ways to do your pictures. ”

"Isn't this it, the photo is here, you can't help but believe it, the evidence is conclusive. Mingfa squinted his eyes, looked self-satisfied, and said indifferently: "Actually, this is indeed fake, with stunts, there is a modern technology called PS, which can make the people in the same photo completely different, and can do it to the extent that even the parties have no way to refute it, this is the benefit of modernization, we can get a lot of blessings from these technologies, such as this time, I at least want to make Mingzheng unable to be the abbot." ”

Yijie knows what is called PS, and he also understands what is called stunts, as a monk who is attracted by the lights, he knows these things, but he knows these things, and only then does he know that just taking out these things is not enough to convince everyone.

You may be able to fool those stupid monks, but you definitely can't fool the pilgrims who have seen a lot of battles...

"That's why you need [three people into a tiger], don't you? You help me prove that he is a morally corrupt monk, and I will also find someone to help you prove that your brothers and sisters are morally corrupt monks in the future, now, we are united, can't we have a lot of things? Temples, money, beautiful women, all at your fingertips..." Mingfa's face was a little fanatical, and his whole body was restless, what would he do next after he got the temple.

Yijie swallowed his saliva, thinking of what he could get by inheriting the temple, his heart was loose for a while, and he pretended to hesitate, but said: "I'm really curious, how did you get these photos, you definitely don't know how to photoshop the pictures yourself, but if you entrust someone else to get them, wouldn't you still have a handle in someone else's hands? What if he jumps out and says that your things are fake." ”

"Don't worry, I can definitely trust this person, just a network PS enthusiast..." At the same time, I have the real ugliness of the other two brothers, they are different from Mingzheng, they are really attracted by foreign objects and degenerate people, now Zhizhi has been expelled from the temple, his evidence is useless, and the other junior brother is also controlled by the poor monks, and now my real opponent is only the Mingzheng who seems to be leakless, as long as I can fool those little novices and big monks, and for those lay disciples, it doesn't matter if the first seat of our Dalin Temple is ugly, as long as I am [Wei Guangzheng] If the abbot is a good person, then it's okay, they will still renew the fee obediently. ”

At this time, Yijie's heart was a little chilly, and at the same time he felt a little ridiculous, and felt that the Kongjian Zen master of Dalin Temple was very ridiculous, and three of the four disciples he taught were real Buddhist scum, and one was stupid and didn't move anything, and this abbot did too much to fail.

But now Yijie at least feels that he is not an outlier, there are still many of his own compatriots in Dalin Temple, obviously human desire is the most important thing, why should he always accompany the ancient Buddha of the green light, why do you have so many resources to live a hard life?

Yijie feels that his master is Shabi, and Kongjian is also Shabi, who has so many things but doesn't cherish them, but doesn't use them...

"Temples, beauties, things at your fingertips..."

Yijie narrowed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and grinned.

"Amitabha..."

...

"I'm crazy when I have wine, and I'm free without wine. Li Yun held a wine gourd in his hand and looked at the Dalin Temple where the green smoke rose on the mountain.

As usual, there was no change, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain were in an endless stream, coming and going.

"Dad, there's a big bald head in the crowd!" Xiao Su Li looked at the monks around him curiously, the fox's head poked out and swayed, and the big fluffy tail was in a commotion in Li Yun's clothes, making it a little itchy.

"Hmm... These bald heads, strictly speaking, have a different position from my father. Li Yun said with a smile, Rourou Su Li's fluffy tail.

I don't know why, this tail feels so comfortable that Li Yun feels a little addicted...

Xiao Su Li's tail flicked, and after throwing it on Li Yun's face, he wondered: "Since it is an opposing position, why does Dad want to come?"

Li Yun did not use the getaway, but walked slowly on the mountain road, walking in the direction of Dalin Temple.

"Because, ah, Daddy is coming to see off someone, and at the same time, he has to witness all this..."

"Is that person bald? the bald head who is the opposite of his father..."Su Li wondered.

"Well, that guy is bald too. Li Yun put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "However, strictly speaking, that person is a true Taoist friend of the poor Dao." ”

After speaking, Li Yun walked towards the mountain, carrying a pot of peach blossom wine, to say goodbye to someone...