There is a small temple called Yuntai Temple in the north of the imperial capital. There are always few tourists. The monks in the temple live a very poor life. A few days ago, a monk in white suddenly came from the south and saved people's lives with Buddhism. In just a few days, a silent monk The nameless little temple has become the center of attention in the world. The money collected for incense can fill a room.
It was early morning and the sun was just rising. In the meditation room filled with sandalwood, an old monk in his fifties sat cross-legged. The old monk was the abbot of the temple. He had a clear Dharma name and looked bored at the moment.
Last night, the holy monk in white suddenly sent a message to him, saying that he had been spending too much recently and needed to rest. He would treat illnesses and save people every day, and the number would be reduced to thirty.
After receiving the money, I realized that my hand was soft, and my heart suddenly went cold. There were no less than 50,000 people waiting for treatment outside, 30 people a day. This was going to cause a big trouble.
After sitting there all night, it was already dawn. With the mentality that if you extend your head, it will be a sword, and if you shrink your head, it will be a sword, too. Knowing that, he stood up and walked out of the meditation room. When he saw several beaming disciples cleaning the room, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Later, you should cry.
Walking to the front yard, he saluted from a distance towards the Mahavira Hall where the white-robed holy monk was. Prime Minister Xing Ruan solemnly walked to the door, took off the bolt, and slowly opened the wooden door.
What comes into view are tens of thousands of outdoor tents and garbage everywhere. From a distance, it looks like a huge refugee camp.
"The abbot has opened the door."
"Don't sleep, get up"
"come out"
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Tens of thousands of people came out of the tents, densely packed like a sea of people.
Monk Ming Ran picked up the loudspeaker placed at the door and said: "Amitabha, the holy monk has worked hard for many days and has exhausted his magic power. He needs to rest. Starting from today, the number of people treated every day will be reduced to thirty."
As soon as this statement came out, tens of thousands of people were in an uproar.
"Why is this happening? I came from Yangcheng by train."
"Yes, it was fine yesterday. Why did it suddenly stop working? Is there any mistake?"
"What a shameful show you are putting on! I have donated thousands."
“We donated so much money in vain”
…
Although he was mentally prepared, Ming Ran still felt depressed. He was short-tongued and soft-handed.
"Shut up, everyone, shut up..."
A middle-aged man with glasses and a suit, who looked like an official, stood on a chair and shouted with a loudspeaker.
Those who were close became quiet, but those who were far away did not hear it and continued to make noises.
The middle-aged official winked at a young policeman next to him, who took out a pistol from his arms and fired three shots into the air.
The sound of gunshots was louder than the sound of trumpets. In less than five breaths, the whole place was completely silent.
The middle-aged official continued to speak into the loudspeaker: "The holy monk saves people to save all sentient beings. Many terminally ill people have been saved by him for free. Donating money is voluntary for you, and it is not what the holy monk asked for. Take a step back and from The businessman's point of view in your mind says that if you give the money, the holy monk should cure you as soon as possible, then how much do you think your life is worth, and is the donation enough?"
Not far away, a middle-aged man who looked like a rich man also held a trumpet.
"Who the hell is mentioning that you donated money? Just come to me and take the money and get out. If the holy monk likes you guys, he won't be here to save people."
With loud words, you can calm down the people who just shouted that they donated money.
Monk Mingran glanced gratefully at the two people who spoke uprightly. If these two people hadn't spoken, he really didn't know what he would have done.
"How to divide the shares among thirty people?"
someone in the crowd asked loudly.
The quiet scene became chaotic again. Many people who had donated little or no money were worried that it would not be their turn and kept making noises.
It's not my turn and no one can take advantage of me.
Monk Mingran looked at the chaotic scene with a headache. He chose thirty people among tens of thousands of people. No matter how he chose, most people would be dissatisfied.
The middle-aged official who just spoke uprightly took a loudspeaker and said: "In my opinion, those who are seriously ill should give priority to those who can contribute more to the country."
Priority was given to those who were seriously ill, who had no problems with everyone, and who had made great contributions to the country. In addition, the person who spoke was an official, and everyone's fragile and sensitive hearts were suddenly stung.
Apart from scientists, the people who have made the most contributions these days are public servants. When this official said this, it sounded like 'let the leader go first'.
"Those who have made great contributions, except scientists, cannot do anything else."
"That's right, except for scientists."
“Everyone except scientists is bullshit”
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The crowd unanimously expressed their opinion.
The middle-aged official who had prepared a lot of words suddenly became speechless.
Seeing this, Monk Mingran said: "Since everyone has made a decision, let's first select thirty scientists who are seriously ill and have contributed to the country."
The crowd was in chaos again.
Tens of thousands of people, under the guidance of the excellent idea that everyone is for one and I am not for everyone, are talking to each other, but the conversation accidentally breaks down again.
Fighting incidents occurred in several areas.
Knowing that dissuasion was useless, he stood awkwardly.
From morning to noon, and from noon to evening, the sky was dark, and only five people were selected who had no dispute.
The five people are all scientists who have made contributions to the country and are seriously ill.
After looking at the sky, Ming Ran picked up the loudspeaker, pointed at the five old men on the stretcher, and said: "I can't choose any more. I will only treat these five people today."
It's not a big loss to waste twenty-five people's quota.
The crowd became more noisy, and the number of fights increased more than tenfold.
Many people who originally came with their families and had no serious illnesses were seriously injured in the fight.
Suddenly, a burst of intense gunfire rang out over the crowd.
The middle-aged official who had been told by countless people that he did not dare to speak before led thousands of police and soldiers to surround the scene.
"You are a bunch of rabble who only know how to quarrel and fight. Even after dark, there is no result. Now I announce that on a relatively fair basis, the personnel will be allocated by me. If you are not convinced, you will be arrested and imprisoned directly. How dare you If you resist, you will be shot on the spot as a terrorist."
If you are full of gunpowder, you can calm down the noisy scene.
The middle-aged official looked at the crowd, all of which were as honest as elementary school students, and spat on the ground with disdain.
"I'm talking to you guys. Each one of them got 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan. I don't know who they are. They all wilt after being played so hard. They're so mean."
Some of them had bad tempers and yelled a few times.
The middle-aged official looked over with a cold look and said nothing.
Monk Mingran was filled with emotion when he saw that the middle-aged official had solved a big problem with just three strokes, five divisions and two divisions.
No matter what era, what counts is the gun.
The middle-aged official walked through the crowd and walked up to Daoran. He performed a Buddhist salute, turned around and took out a small notebook. He read out the names of twenty-five people and explained their backgrounds. They were from all walks of life, and most of them were sick. Heavy.
During this period, one person raised a question and was taken away by the military police before he could finish speaking.
After the middle-aged official read the name, he looked domineeringly at the crowd.
"Who has an opinion?"
"Who has an opinion?"
"Who the hell has an opinion?"
After three questions in a row, the crowd fell silent.
Under the guidance of the core idea of everyone for one, I am not for everyone, everyone hopes that others will be the first to take the lead, and they will pick the peaches behind. If no one takes the lead, everyone will continue to pretend to be awake.
This was true at the end of the Song Dynasty, this was true at the end of the Ming Dynasty, this was true at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it is true today.
