The heavens play: everyone has a system

Roy's words silenced Tang Seng. After a period of understanding, he believed that Roy would never talk nonsense.

But in his eyes, Master Yuanji was indeed an eminent monk.

Can this still be false?
"You can choose to stay in this temple and lie to yourself, or you can go out and learn the truth.

Which one to choose is your freedom! "

Roy said seemingly casually.

Tang Seng frowned slightly.

"In that case, the poor monk will prove it to you."

After leaving a word, Tang Seng walked out the door.

At the door, a little novice took a broom and gently swept the fallen leaves.

When Tang Seng came out, the little novice was slightly taken aback.

"Excuse me, Master, is there something important?"

"No, the poor monk just wants to walk around."

Tang Seng walked slowly out of the bamboo forest.

The little novice watched Tang Seng go away, and when Tang Seng disappeared from sight, Xiaosha, you dropped the broom and ran to another path.

In the Buddha Kingdom, smog was lingering, and there were lit scented wax everywhere.

The smell of fireworks hovered in the sky, making it difficult to breathe.

"clang--"

The Buddhist bell was rang, and the monks sat cross-legged on the ground, but they did not chant sutras, but looked at a cauldron on the stand.

Instead of food, the pot contained gold that had been melted into liquid.

Perhaps for businessmen, the gold above represents money, but for these monks, these gold represent status.

The monks will take gold to gild the Buddha statues they have created. The more gold the Buddha statues contain, the higher their status will be in the coming year.

A hunchbacked old monk tremblingly walked up to the front desk, the glazed Buddhist beads hanging on his body represented his status.

"Well, now we start to distribute Buddhist rituals according to the contribution of each monk."

"The one who contributed the least, Ji Li, not only did not receive the tax, but even took 30 taels of silver from the cave.

Oh, the reason is actually to help civilians.

What qualifications do monks who have harmed the interests of our Buddhist country have to stay here?
Someone, take off Ji Li's cassock and drive him out! "

A group of monk soldiers ran out from behind and pulled a ragged monk out of the crowd.

The monk was very calm, let go of his hands and feet, and let the monks take off his clothes.

After taking off the cassock, the monk soldiers took the monk and left the place.

Tang Seng was about to stand up to stop him, but Roy whispered in his ear:

"So what if you go out, the result is that you are thrown out together.

If you want to know everything, you can only watch silently here. "

After being so delayed by Roy, the monk had already disappeared outside the door.

Tang Seng sighed and obeyed Roy's words.

The old monk at the front desk continued to speak:
"The penultimate one, Luo Ji, although he never owed the Buddha Cave any money, he did nothing during this year, and he didn't even give a basic lecture on Buddhism to the common people.

This kind of person is the moth of our Buddhist kingdom!
Come, pick up the cassock, and drive out. "

"Yes!"

It was the same group of monks and soldiers just now, but this time they didn't go so smoothly.

A middle-aged man was lying on the ground, crying continuously.

"No, I don't want to be a commoner, I want to be a monk!

My father has made contributions to the Buddha Kingdom, you can't drive me away! "

The monks around were unmoved and indifferent.

The old monk on the high platform did not look sideways, not even in the mood to take a look.

Tang Seng clenched his fist under the sleeve robe, his face turned blue.

Without any accident, the monk was also pulled out.

The old monk smiled slightly, his wrinkled face looked a little scary.

"Since the outsiders have cleared it, let's implement rewards."

"First of all, Chan Master Kongdian, in the past year, has given lectures to hundreds of people, and made our Buddhist country have dozens of civilians.

Although the number of people is small, the spirit of daring to contribute really moved the poor monk.

I hereby bestow Golden Twelve. "

A young monk stood up slowly, with a smile on his lips, and nodded to the old monk.

A cauldron filled with liquid gold, two wrestlers gently tilted the cauldron, and the golden juice slowly flowed into a small container.

After the container was full, the cauldron was straightened by the wrestlers, and the gold in the container cooled down slowly.

The old monk smiled and took the hot gold in his hand and put it on a tray.

"This is the reward you deserve."

The young monk took the tray with a smile, bent slightly, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Thank you for hosting."

"Ah."

The old monk was very satisfied with the young monk's attitude and nodded.

"Next is Zen Master Kongfan. As a monk who has lived in the Buddhist country for more than ten years, Zen Master Kongfan recruits believers for the Buddhist country every year. Such a firm will is really rare."

"A special gift of 20 taels of gold... Zen Master Kongfan, don't come out to receive the award yet!"

After the words fell, the audience was silent, and no one stood up.

The old monk frowned.

"Where is Zen Master Kongfan?"

It was still silent.

"Zen Master Kongfan?!"

The old monk was completely angry, and some young monks couldn't bear the majesty and lowered their heads.

A monk who looked like a guard hurriedly walked up to the old monk and whispered something in his ear.

After a while, the old monk suddenly smiled:
"Since this is the case, forget it and change to another one."
Next, the monks came to the stage to receive the gold one by one, all with excited expressions.

The gold in the cauldron is also slowly dwindling.

The further back the people, the more gold they received, and the higher their status.

"Well, is it the last place so soon? It seems that the Buddha Kingdom has declined."

The old monk sighed and said the last name slowly.

"The monk who contributed the most to our Buddhist kingdom last year was still Master Yuanji. Hehe, it seems that it is difficult for anyone to surpass him."

Behind the gate, Master Yuanji walked out slowly.

He changed from the simple style before, and put on an expensive cassock, wearing glazed Buddhist beads, and his eyes were arrogant and high-spirited.

Even old monks had to salute the passing master.

It can be seen that the identity of Master Yuanji.

Walking into the compound, Master Yuanji looked around, and he was relieved when he found that Tang Seng was not there.

"Don't worry, he can't see you."

Roy said lightly.

Tang Seng didn't dodge either, and stood still.

"This is your reward."

The old monk smiled lightly.

"Thank you for hosting."

Master Yuanji took the gold indifferently.

After saluting to everyone, Master Yuanji left quickly.

The old monk waited for Master Yuanji to leave before slowly saying:
"Since everyone has received the reward, the rest belongs to the old monk."

Two wrestlers came to the cauldron and carried away all the remaining gold.

The monks sitting below had no idea how much was left.

Tang Seng left long before Master Yuanji left, and rushed to the small temple with hurried steps.

However, when Tang Seng returned to the small temple, Master Yuanji had already been waiting for a long time.

"Elder Tang, where did you go just now?"