The little monk was very satisfied with this, and said, "The two of you are asking for a son, please come with me." ”

We followed the little monk through the stone path of the courtyard, where the snow had been cleared. When we arrived at the door, he didn't let us in, saying that he would go to report first, the pomp was quite big, a broken temple in the countryside, and he thought he was a Shaolin Temple.

Qingqing whispered in my ear, "I'll talk about asking for a son later, and see what they ask for." ”

"I definitely want you to contribute ** and youth." I said.

"If you can cure my father's illness, it doesn't matter if you make offerings, you are not Zhang Peng, and I am not Nasha. Who cares whom? Qingqing said angrily.

"Nope." I say it categorically.

The little monk opened the door and came out, didn't bird me at all, looked at Qingqing and said, "The abbot said to ask the female benefactor to go in first." ”

"Fuck off!" I pushed the little monk away and walked into the room, but I wanted to see what the hell this flower monk was doing.

A chubby old monk, dressed in a silver and gray robe, embroidered with peach blossoms, coiled on strings, with his eyes closed, pretending to recite sutras, could it be that he was deaf and did not know that I had rushed in.

I sat on the sandalwood chair, lit a cigarette and looked at him, although the fat monk's old face was drooping, his face was red and his complexion was very good, not like the old man who sold sweet potatoes last night. Qingqing also came in, and the fat monk opened his eyes, glanced at us, and said, "Two donors, please take a seat." ”

Qingqing sat down, looked at the old monk and asked, "May I ask the master's name." ”

"No." The monk replied.

I sneered and said sarcastically: "Others call it Bajie, you call it Bujie, since you don't quit, why do you want to become a monk?" Sure enough, it's a person who pretends to be a ghost. ”

"To be precise, I regard monks as a profession, and I cultivate the Dharma in my heart, why can't I call it non-precept?" The monk said unashamedly.

"Is it a profession that is lazy and lazy, cheating money and sex? You should call it a lust ring. I asked.

"Deception also requires technology, do you think the eyes of the masses are blind? If you believe it, you don't believe it, you don't have it, Jiang Taigong fishes, the willing person takes the bait, the Flower Buddha Temple specializes in the art of men and women, if you want to ask for a son, you can negotiate. ”

Bujie is really a businessman, and he uses negotiation to negotiate with believers, and he is not pretentious at all, maybe I don't look like a local believer, so I am blunt.

I asked, "How much do you want?" ”

"You said 100,000 sesame oil money, I think it's about the same."

"How? Do you need to do something? Qingqing asked.

"Of course, you have to check your body first."

"How to check?" I asked.

"This woman stays to serve the Flower Buddha, you pick it up after January, go back and have sex in time, and you will be able to give birth to children."

I flicked the cigarette butt to his feet, fell to the ground and suddenly extinguished, this old monk is a little tired!

I laughed and scolded: "I have never seen such a shameless monk as you, sending a woman over to you to play, and giving you 100,000 yuan, are you mentally retarded?" At that time, I don't even know who the child is. ”

"If you are not sincere, you have the intention to make trouble, send off guests!" Bu Jie said.

The little monk came in and looked at me very unfriendly. I looked at the non-precepting monk and asked, "Is there a monk in your temple who has a mole on his face and sells sweet potatoes along the way to deceive people?" ”

"He is not from our temple, his name is Tanchun Monk, and he has come to us for a few days. Let's go, don't make trouble, the Buddha blames him, I'm afraid you can't afford it. ”

"Which Buddha are you offering to, I think it's you demon monks who confuse everyone."

"Yes and what, no, do you want to be chivalrous?" Don't quit laughing, this guy is not afraid at all, can he be a witchcraft? If it's a real person, what am I afraid of? Three of me can knock him down.

"Yes, I really want to burn down your Flower Buddha Temple right now."

"You try it, you don't need me to do it, the people in the fairy tale village can take out your heart and eat it." After finishing the precepts, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

I believe what he says, and the more believers there are, the more irrational they become. I can't be impulsive, I can't die, the temple is burning, the believers will help repair it, and then the flower monk will be fine, but I was beaten to death, and I haven't found Liu Ling yet.

I pulled Qingqing away, but she shook off my hand and asked, "Master Bujie, my father is seriously ill and his internal organs are failing, can you be cured?" ”

I glared at Qingqing, eager to slap her, but she acted very sincerely.

That's the problem, no matter how fucked up the Flower Buddha Temple is, as long as it can cure the stubborn disease, then don't worry about not having followers. There will always be only a few people who can understand what is the great good and the great evil, in most cases, human beings are just egoists, the Buddha is to guide the world to good, not to respond to the needs of the world, but there are still many temples hanging "responsive" pennants to swagger and deceive.

Even if you hate it in your heart, once it is your turn, you will run to ask the Bodhisattva to manifest herself.

I'm sick, I can't have children, I want to get rich, I want to curse the three to die, I want my children to be admitted to college, and then burn some incense paper, give some oil money, and look forward to the Buddha's appearance, and my wishes come true.

People regard the Buddha as their own ATM, and naturally there will be demon monks like the Flower Buddha Temple who take the opportunity to enter.

The world is so big, billions of people, if the Buddha really responds to his needs, the world will be chaotic.

The unprecepted monk looked at Qingqing and laughed: "I know that you are not husband and wife, your wish is real, the man goes out, I will talk to you alone." ”

Not only did I not leave, but I sat down and took out a cigarette and lit it, and there was no need to be polite to such a shameless dog thing.

Qingqing pulled me, "Shuisheng, you go out first." ”

"Fuck off, I have to watch you." I shook her off.

"He doesn't care if your father lives or dies, or if any of your father's organs fail?" Don't ask.

"All."

"All?" Bujie frowned, as if he was embarrassed. "I can only guarantee that if you serve in the Flower Buddha Temple for a few years, your father will be able to live for a few years."

"Can't it be cured? I can give you more money, a million, ten million, you name a number. ”

"If all the internal organs are destroyed, there must be no cure, otherwise it will be a resurrection of the dead, which is against the will of heaven. As for the money, I'll talk about it later, no matter how much money is given, service is a must. ”

If you don't quit talking very lively, this means that people send it over first, get hooked, and then get as much money as you want. This guy is a match for Iron Ear.

"Monk Hua, do you still know what providence is?" I asked.

"In the fairy tale village, I am providence." He looked at me with some unpleasantness. Then he said to Qingqing: "You guys leave first, female benefactor, you have thought about bringing your father to me." ”

The little monk almost dragged me out, and as soon as he went out, Qingqing was unhappy, and yelled at me: "Is there something wrong with you, it's your business, I don't want to snatch the Spring Pill with you, can't I think of other ways?" ”

"I think you're wrong, don't you see that this flower monk is a liar? When the time comes, you will be cheated of money and sex, and your father will also die, and you will be empty, cry for you. ”

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"With me here, don't try to mess around."

Qingqing was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and she couldn't do anything to me, so she could only say fiercely: "I shouldn't have saved you." ”

"From now on, you must be in front of me twenty-four hours a day."

When I got out of the Flower Buddha Temple, I felt that the 600 yuan was really wronged, and I was so angry with myself. If you have the ability of the old man of Wendao, according to my urine nature, I will first pour a pot of scorpions on the head of the non-precept monk and abolish the Flower Buddha Temple. If you are worried about the anger of the public, you can do it secretly, and it is a disaster to stay here.

At noon, there was no one left, Nasha was going to give us a vegetarian meal at the temple, and asked her how much it was, and she said that twenty yuan, usually she could eat for a day.

"I won't eat that, lest I get tricked, Nasha, you can go with us to the town for a big meal."

"That's too far, or I'll close the stall and go to Zhang Peng's house to make food for you, I can't do it. I haven't been to his house for ten years, so isn't Master Wendao at home? Nasha was a little happy when she said this.

"Do you have the keys to his house?"

"No keys."

Come to think of it, too, you don't need to lock it at all. The two men live together, they are all pick-pickers, Zhang Peng, a guy who has only carried fifty yuan on his body for a long time, what can he steal, a linen dress, he can wear it for ten years.