However, there was another younger monk who whispered to the fat monk: "There is really no one in this village who can go to the fields. Forget it?"
"Forget it, what the hell? Forget it, what can you eat and drink? It's just your fake mercy, okay, just stand aside."
The fat monk glared at the young monk, and then pushed him aside.
Seeing that the villagers, to be precise, the old, weak, sick and disabled villagers refused to take the money, the fat monk waved his hand and said: "Search! No matter it is food or anything else, as long as it can be used and can be exchanged for money, everything Take it away!”
They came with several carts.
Seeing this, the old village chief rushed over on the spot, hugged one of the fat monk's legs, and begged: "Master Monk, Master Monk, please, it's really gone, it's gone."
You also know that there are more than a dozen Buddhist temples around here. Each temple sends people to ask for money every month. Where can we give it? Where can we give it?
You can see, there is only ashes left in our rice vats. Please give me a way to survive, we are all villagers. "
The fat monk was impatient at being begged for, so he raised his foot and stomped hard on the head of the old village chief.
He doesn't care whether or how these immortal things die. Because he is not afraid.
Temples, temples, nunneries, temples, etc. are all places outside the law.
If they kill someone, only temple rules can punish them. But what are the temple rules?
Haha, those were all formulated by themselves.
It was worked out, where to get the money every month, the minimum amount of tribute from pilgrims, what to do if you can't receive the money, etc.
Therefore, the fat monk's kick really relieved him from any psychological pressure at all.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by.
The fat monk was still surprised when he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"ah!"
He screamed and fell to the ground, half of his thigh raised, and his hands wrapped around the bloody broken leg. He was shaking in pain and couldn't believe it.
His leg was broken, his leg was cut off with a knife...
Who is this? Who is so bold and dares to disrespect this monk!
As for the great monk with the slanted crotch at the head, when he saw that one of his own had suffered a loss, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
After running for more than ten steps, he felt embarrassed again. He stopped and turned around. He put one hand on his hips and pointed at the person who was shaking the blood beads on the knife.
"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of attacking the monks?"
"oh?"
What answered him was another voice, another elegant and graceful young master.
"There are no consequences if you trample people to death, but there are consequences if we break your legs? What are the consequences? Tell me?"
Xie Jing gently shook his folding fan and asked the great monk from the corner of his eyes.
The great monk felt confident when he saw that the other party was just a weak scholar.
He said loudly: "We monks are outside the three realms and are not in the five elements. Your secular laws cannot control us as Buddhas and Taoists. We are only limited by the temple rules, and you can't hurt us!"
"oh,"
Xie Jing nodded understandingly, then smiled with his peach blossom eyes and peach blossom face.
When the folding fan is folded, it is like a gentle breeze passing by.
Great monk: "..."
With his eyes spinning, he saw his own body, headless body...
Before losing consciousness, his lips moved up and down twice, and he heard a sentence in his ear.
"Don't hurt. Just kill!"
Great monk, you will never die with your eyes in peace!
"Don't kill, don't kill me, we didn't mean that, no."
When the young monk saw these two men acting so decisively and the great monk who brought him to see the world died so miserably, he immediately knelt on his knees and tried to save his life.
The other two monks ran away.
Then, two heads flew into the air.
The villagers were also frightened by this bloody and violent scene.
The monk is dead, all the monks are dead, it's over, their village will be bloodbathed by the people in the temple, it will definitely be bloodbathed!
They were so scared that they were out of their bodies, and with their legs shaking so badly, they wanted to go home, pack their things, and run away.
The old village chief did not run away.
He is old, useless, and has had enough. Fortunately, he was saved by someone, so he wanted to kowtow to his benefactor.
Being helped up.
Xie Jing comforted the old man and said: "We will leave you a bag of copper coins, and we will deal with the corpses. Don't worry. If they come again, slowly give them the amount of copper coins they want. Remember not to give it too readily. Keep it first. Let’s talk about protecting the village and the people.”
The old village chief was very confused by these words. A pair of cloudy old eyes looked over.
Xie Jing smiled. Then he asked the old village chief to stand firm while he went to the big tree at the entrance of the village and picked up a heavy sack.
In front of the old village chief, he put it directly into the old village chief's home.
Then he came out with the old village chief’s broom and cleaned the scene.
The old village chief was stunned for a moment.
By the time he reacted, the two young men had disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Even the three carts dragged over by the monks did not know where they had gone.
The old village chief covered his old heart and moved back to his home. Only when he saw the bag of copper coins in the kitchen room did he realize that this was not a dream.
In an instant, he ran to every house at the fastest speed in his life.
…
But the old village chief was excited, but Xie Jing was depressed.
After throwing the three broken trucks into the bottomless cliff, he asked the adults standing under a tree in the forest.
"Sir, what are you going to do? Can we really not bring people to clean up those temples?"
Di Ying came back to her senses after hearing the question.
Nodding silently and sighing softly.
"His Majesty has personally stipulated that temples, temples, nunneries, and temples are subject to their own regulations. They are not punished and punished by national laws and cannot be blatantly eliminated."
Xie Jing: "...Then what are we going to do? Just guard each village? Come in and kill one by one? Then destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, forcing them to never dare to go down the mountain or become a monk?"
Di Ying: "..."
He felt: This child's cleverness is not used in the right place.
Of course, this is actually a good idea.
It's just... if you kill too many, the government will be alerted, and even His Majesty will be alerted.
When the time comes, what will happen when the garrison troops are dispatched to suppress "bandits" like them? Then don't make a fuss.
Di Ying raised her hand, dug at the bark of the tree, and sighed: "I still need time..."
He seemed to be forever short of time and never felt like there was enough time.
Every time, every time, what he said to the victims was: Give me some time... Sigh.
…
Some people have a lot of time.
"Elder brother, have you gone down the mountain to collect money? There has been a lot of rain these days, and the pilgrims have stopped going to the mountain."
