Reborn, I hoard billions of supplies to become a doomsday boss

After checking everything, Mu Shisheng took the contract to meet Qichuan. Seeing that he kept looking into the temple, he leaned over and asked softly: "How is it? Did you see anything?"

Qi Chuan replied in a deep voice: "At present, it seems that none of the monks who appeared in the temple are zombies. After we arrived, another bus came, and the monks also asked them to get off the bus and take a physical examination. It seemed that only those who passed the physical examination confirmed that there were no zombies. Only people who are about to become zombies can enter the yard."

"I just heard from the mother-in-law who performs physical examinations on women. This temple is a way of making extra money by letting passers-by stay in it." Mu Shisheng said, "Mother-in-law Shen said that the temple has a well and a Candles and coal, what they lack now is food, and the price here is that to stay in the yard overnight, one person has to pay 1 kilogram of rice or noodles."

Qi Chuan nodded and expressed his understanding of such a thing. After all, when bases are established in various places in the future, not all refugees can live in them. Those who either have food or have special powers will be rejected. Outside the door, let the zombies eat them up.

This is the cruelty of human society.

"What?! Five kilograms of rice and noodles for five people? Why don't you go grab it?"

Two men and three women got off the bus. The older one was in his 40s and the younger one was in his 20s. One of them, the oldest-looking man, was arguing with the gray-robed monk who had just stopped Mu Shisheng's armored vehicle.

"Isn't this a temple? Aren't you monks? Monks are compassionate and save all sentient beings. Now that we are encountering difficulties, we come to the Bodhisattva to borrow a place to live. Why do we ask for food from us?"

"That's right." A woman in her 40s with curly wool lying on her back said with her hands on her hips: "Isn't your temple trying to make a fortune from disaster? If you do this under the eyes of the Bodhisattva, aren't you afraid that the Bodhisattva will blame you?!"

The gray-robed monk was speechless by them. He hesitated and said: "But the temple has also provided you with hot water and candles. Nowadays, there is a shortage of food everywhere. The monks in the temple also need to fill their stomachs to survive. How could the Bodhisattva do this?" Blame us..."

"I don't understand what you are saying." The woman with the wool roll said roguely, "I only know that the Buddhist holy land is to help those of us who are in need. To ask for payment in the temple is tacky and dirty!"

The woman spoke loudly, attracting people around to watch. Seeing that the monk could not control the situation, he had to turn around and run to the temple to invite the host out.

The abbot of the temple was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 50s. He was wearing a pair of glasses with slightly peeling paint on the rim. He came to the front of the bus under the leadership of the gray-robed monk.

"Why is this female donor making so much noise here?"

"The young monk in your temple actually asked us for food?" Wool Juan said matter-of-factly, "Don't forget, the annual repair costs for your temple are donated little by little by the common people. Do you understand the principle of applying it to the people? As a monk, you must know how to be grateful..."

The woman kept talking about this, and the people around her who had handed over food for the night felt that what she said made sense, and nodded in agreement, and asked the host to return the food.

Seeing that things were becoming increasingly uncontrollable, the temple director clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha".

"If the donor does not accept such a request, we will not force it. The road at the door leads to the mountain. You can leave quickly."

"Listen, listen, is he speaking human language?"

The middle-aged man said loudly: "It's so dark now, the mountain roads are steep, there are no street lights, and it's snowing. In such bad weather, you let us drive up the mountain? You clearly want us to die! How can a monk be so cruel?" Where’s the evil?!”

A hint of gloom flashed in the eyes of the temple abbot, and his voice was full of suppressed anger: "What do you want from this donor?"

The middle-aged man felt that the host was afraid of making things worse, so he said with a proud smile on his face: "What should I do? My car will stop in the courtyard of the temple tonight, and I will leave early tomorrow morning. It's cold, please bring us some hot water and candles, and preferably some hot porridge..."

The gray-robed monk became anxious upon hearing this: "You still want us to deliver porridge to you? We haven't had porridge for several days!"

"No...don't be rude." The temple abbot stopped him.

Just as the people on the bus looked happy and were about to drive into the temple yard, the temple abbot slowly turned around and said calmly: "Come, let's see you off."

The smiles on the faces of the middle-aged man and the wool-rolled woman were frozen. Those smelly monks actually planned to drive them away. Just when they were about to continue making trouble, more than 20 monks with hoes and shovels ran out from the temple. , they first laid a blanket full of steel nails on the only way to the entrance. With the help of the weak candlelight, they could clearly see the cold light on the tips of the inch-long steel nails. Once the bus tried to break through, the wheels would definitely The nailed blanket was scrapped.

The more than 20 monks stood behind the blankets with tools in hand, wary of further moves by the people on the bus.

"You, how could you do this!"

The woman ironing the woolen roll screamed that her family originally lived in other cities. After the zombie outbreak, her husband, who was a driver for a travel company, stole a bus from the company, so the family could escape safely again and again. Zombie siege.

They followed the convoy and fled all the way here. They heard that R city was sparsely populated and there were not many zombies, so they drove all the way towards R city.

Along the way, they relied on the strength of their numbers and their ability to mess around. They never suffered a loss when fighting for supplies. They once encountered a parking lot where they had to give food to charge. A few men in the car directly killed the person guarding the parking lot. The old man was pushed to the ground and beaten.

In line with the "only in but not out" attribute of Pixiu, I thought I could sleep comfortably in the temple this time and get some hot water. Unexpectedly, these monks did not practice martial arts and were prepared for it.If they don't hand over the food, they won't even let them into the yard.

"You are blaspheming the Bodhisattva, you are not sincere!"

The temple abbot walked slowly to the car, lowered his voice, and said coldly: "If you are sincere, can you not turn into a zombie after being bitten? If you are compassionate, can you survive by breathing wind and drinking dew? I was tonsured when I was five years old. I have been a monk for 50 years and have followed the rules and observed the precepts. I tell you today that a Bodhisattva cannot save the lives of dozens of people in the temple, but I can guarantee that when using the space in the temple, food must be left behind. If you continue to mess around, don’t blame me for being rude. !”