The next day, the bulletin board on the street was updated again.
The commentator spoke to a group of people with high spirits: "Everyone! Everyone! Yesterday's event at Fuyun Temple was so popular that the Buddhist beads are no longer enough!"
"In order to thank all the pilgrims for their kindness, Fuyun Temple says that you can bring your personal belongings at home to be consecrated by the master!"
"At the same time! Every pilgrim who goes there today will be given three cents, but those who went there yesterday will be gone!"
Someone in the crowd said dissatisfied: "Why are there none for those who went yesterday! Isn't Fuyun Temple a scam? There is no benefit in going early, but on the contrary, you can still get three cents if you go late. Is there such a truth in the world?" "
"That's it! That's it! Isn't this just a trick?"
The commentator sneered and said, "Then you can dress up in disguise and go. There must be a lot of people anyway. Who knows who you are?"
"Hiss...yes! Then I'll go!"
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After some inquiries, Abbot Hongcheng already knew what was going on.
It turned out that he had been tricked by the government, but now that the situation was unclear, he did not dare to act rashly. He thought that after dealing with the remaining pilgrims the next day, he would go to the government to talk to someone.
After a day of intense beads playing, several eminent monks had blood blisters on their hands. The most serious one was Master Huijue, whose hands were as swollen as a pig's trotters... It seemed that he usually didn't play beads much.
Abbot Hongcheng managed to persuade everyone and agreed to consecrate the ceremony for a while tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the gate of Fuyun Temple again the next day, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.
This time the pilgrims poured into the temple with all kinds of things.
Some were holding broken bowls and basins, and some were carrying poles.
The most outrageous thing was the one who brought a urinal...
Abbot Hongcheng felt like someone was strangling his throat and asked in a trembling voice: "Dear donors... why did you bring so many things here today?"
The people below laughed loudly: "You don't have enough Buddhist beads, so you have to consecrate your personal belongings? Don't worry, abbot, we have all brought them here, and we will definitely not disappoint all the eminent monks!"
"And where can I get the three cents?"
Abbot Hongcheng's voice trembled even more: "What three cents?"
"Didn't you say that every pilgrim would be given three pennies? Are you trying to cheat?"
"Oh my god...how could it be possible! How can I, Fuyun Temple, break my word! All donors, please consecrate the consecration first. After each consecration, each person will receive three cents..."
Three coins per person...how much does this cost? Is the incense money earned in the past few days enough?
Abbot Hongcheng stared straight at the crowd and kept thinking.
The hands under the cassock were already bleeding... Abbot Hongcheng never figured out who he had offended! Why target Fuyun Temple like this!
The few eminent monks behind him were even more miserable.
The blood on the face has faded, and the face is shaking like chaff..
What a sin! The sutra that I have been reciting all my life is finally going to suffer this kind of punishment! Where is the law of heaven!
The most unbearable thing was Master Huijue. He felt as if he were mourning for an heir. His hands, which were swollen like pig's trotters, were trembling slightly and he kept muttering in his mouth.
Fang Zhengyi...it must be Fang Zhengyi's fault.
I want to make some extra money and you have to torture me... I've obviously been tortured once, is it over yet?
Even so, several eminent monks forced themselves to calm down, knelt down on the futon, and began to consecrate the items one by one.
There is no way not to open it! Yesterday, I was already in trouble... Many people today are still the same people who queued up last night. If they are not consecrated again, I am afraid that not only Fuyun Temple will be smashed, but I will not be able to escape.
Master Huijue took the urinal handed over by the grinning rogue in front of him and began to "play" with it in his hands.
He started singing rap again.
Pippy looked amused and said, "Master, you must open it properly. This urinal is a treasure that has been passed down for three generations in my family. It is of great significance!"
I want to slam a urinal on your face!
Master Huijue suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile: "Donor, don't worry, this poor monk will do his best..."
"Thank you, Master! But...why is your hand swollen?"
Damn it!
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After another day of hard work, the monks who had already scratched out blood blisters on one hand yesterday were now bleeding profusely on both hands.
It would be fine if they were Buddhist beads, as they are round and have little friction, but now everything is in a mess, and they even come with broken things like bamboo baskets and baskets.
That thing hurts my hands!
If you don't dish it out in your hands, the pilgrims will immediately look at you with evil eyes.
You have already put the Buddhist beads, but what do you mean if you don’t put my things? Look down on me? So can illumination still have an effect?
Under the "coercion" of everyone, the monks could only bite the bullet and dish out groceries.
When a group of evil leaders in the temple saw the eminent monks' hands bleeding, they didn't feel any distress at all. Instead, they became even more excited!
This is the blood of an eminent monk, it can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, and the consecration effect will be fully maximized!
As for whether you are uncomfortable or not, what does it have to do with me?
Eminent monk, it doesn't matter if you shed some blood!
Abbot Hongcheng saw that there were so many people that he personally joined the team of dishing out groceries.
However, everyone obviously looked down upon the monks from our own monastery, and the eminent monks from other monasteries were more popular.
There were obviously not as many people in the row in front of him as there were other monks.
Even so, Abbot Hongcheng's hands were still covered with blood blisters.
It was already dark. Looking at the dense crowd in the courtyard, Abbot Hongcheng's heart dropped...
All the merits in the merit box have been dispersed, and there are still countless people waiting to be consecrated and receive money.
Even if you get past it today, what will you do tomorrow?
For a moment, Abbot Hongcheng was in a state of confusion.
After being stunned for a long time, he finally couldn't help but stood up and shouted: "Everyone! It's over here! The consecration is over! This temple has no money, everyone, please come back!!"
His roar immediately caused an uproar below.
"What! I've been waiting in line for two days! Are you kidding me, you son of a bitch?"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!!"
"Now the light is not turned on! No money is given! How are you going to compensate us?"
"Yes! How to compensate us!!"
A group of unscrupulous people below shouted loudly, fearing that they would not be able to take advantage.
At this moment, the evil of human nature is fully revealed, and I am afraid that only the Buddha's personal visit can put an end to the problem.
Abbot Hongcheng said desperately: "That's gone. What do you want me to do to satisfy you?"
“This activity is not organized by our temple!!!!”
"Lie! Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"..." Hongcheng is now mute and eats Coptis chinensis, unable to express his pain.
"We don't need to open the door! You should be given three cents after waiting here all day!"
Abbot Hongcheng said sadly and angrily: "We have no money! How can a small family in this temple have so much money!"
"There are so many pilgrims and you tell me you have no money!"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!!"
Tears of despair slid down the corners of his eyes. Abbot Hongcheng looked helplessly at the several monks who were still numb with their belongings. His hands were bruised and bloody, and he was still mumbling rap.
"Then...just do whatever you like."
After hearing what he said, several eminent monks stopped what they were doing, looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling relieved...
One of the eminent monks silently put down the hoe that was halfway in his hand.
The pilgrim in front of him suddenly became anxious: "Master, don't listen to them! Keep opening it! The blood hasn't been fully applied yet, it's only half open!"
"Pa!" A huge bloody handprint appeared on the pilgrim's face.
"Fight your mother!"
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