Chapter three hundred and forty-eight consciously wronged
Ling Yun's aggressive tone made Zhi Shan secretly anxious. He didn't expect the person in front of him to be so difficult to deal with. In the past, he had done wrong things and all he had to do was apologize.
Moreover, his master once told him that if he made a mistake and apologized sincerely, he would be forgiven by others. But now he met someone who asked for money, and the money he wanted was still one hundred and eighty taels. This made him penniless.
Don't know how to deal with it.
I saw Zhishan crying and explaining, "Donor, it's not because the monk is unwilling. The monk really doesn't have any silver, not even a single copper plate on his body, let alone a hundred and eighty taels. The donor has a lot, so let him go."
Ling Yun was startled, stared in shock and said, "What, you mean, you are penniless?"
"Exactly."
"You didn't lie to me?"
"Monks don't lie."
Ling Yun sneered, then tilted his head, turned his back to Zhishan, and cursed, "Do monks still say they are compassionate? Look at the weight of your hand. You almost beat me to death."
Zhishan continued to apologize, "It's my fault, I know it."
Ling Yun suddenly changed direction and said with a smile, "Yeah! Come here."
Zhishan hesitated for a moment, then approached Ling Yun and said doubtfully, "Donor, what's wrong with you...?"
Ling Yun chuckled, then pretended to be mysterious and said, "Little monk, you just said you had no money, right? I know there is money there."
Zhishan's eyes flashed and he said expectantly, "Please give me some advice from the donor!"
Ling Yun approached Zhishan and whispered in his ear, "The merit box outside the door is full of money. Go and get some, won't you?"
Unexpectedly, when Zhishan heard this, he was instantly shocked and quickly retreated to distance himself from Ling Yun. Zhishan shook his head while retreating and refused with righteous words, "No, the donor absolutely cannot!"
Zhishan never expected that Ling Yun would be so bold and even put his idea into the temple's merit box. It was really a sin. If he followed his advice and stole the money from the merit box, he would have to be expelled from Buddhism if someone discovered it.
How could a monk commit such an act of theft? It is really a great sin.
Ling Yun showed displeasure and said solemnly, "Little monk, are you afraid? You just said you have no money, but now you have a way, but you don't dare to go. It seems you sincerely don't want to apologize."
Zhi Shan knew in his heart that Ling Yun would not leave unless his request was met, but he couldn't commit theft, so he could only sigh and said, "Donor, I can't do this anyway, why don't I think of another way? What do you think?"
"This won't work, and that won't work either. Look at yourself. You're bald and don't have a hundred taels of silver. What's the use of eating fast and chanting Buddha's name here?"
Zhishan lowered his head and said nothing, letting Ling Yun scold him.
"Why don't you try what I said?"
Zhishan shook his head and said nothing.
"Then tell me, how to solve this matter?"
Zhishan still shook his head.
Luo Tianyi, who was standing next to him, looked at the aggrieved Zhi Shan and felt compassion. He stood up and said on his behalf, "Ling Lang, why don't we just forget it?"
After hearing this, Ling Yun was silent for a moment, and then looked at Zhishan. At this time, he looked like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
In fact, Ling Yun did not want money, but he just wanted to catch the monk who tricked him at the door. It happened that Zhi Shan gave him a blow in the head, so he came up with this idea, and then deceived Zhi Shan and let him steal the merit box.
When Luo Tianyi opened his mouth, he would definitely not refuse, and immediately said, "Since my sister Tianyi has asked for mercy for you, forget it. Why don't you thank sister Tianyi quickly?"
Ling Yun called Tianyi's sister, which made Luo Tianyi feel shy and angry, and ignored him.
Hearing this, Zhishan hurriedly said, "Thank you so much, young monk, to the female benefactor for saving me."
Luo Tianyi lowered his eyebrows and replied in a low voice, "Young master, there is no need to be polite. I think you have good intentions and it was an unintentional move."
Luo Tianyi's words were equivalent to acknowledging Zhishan's actions, which made him burst into tears of gratitude. He thought that the female donor in front of him was sensible and knew that he was doing it with good intentions.
Unlike this person, who knew how to scold him and let him steal the money from the merit box, he didn’t look like a good person. He thought to himself: It’s unfair for God to let such a considerate and beautiful female donor end up like this.
In the wrong hands.
In Zhishan's eyes, Ling Yun is nothing more than a bad guy who does evil, while Luo Tianyi is a representative of kindness. At the same time, he is also dissatisfied with Luo Tianyi for allowing her to meet such a despicable and shameless villain.
Ling Yun didn't know what was going on in Zhi Shan's mind, so he led Luo Tianyi out of the room, leaving Zhi Shan alone, looking angrily at the back of them as they left.
After walking for a long time, Ling Yun suddenly asked, "Tianyi, how did you explain it just now so that the little monk who was not very clever believed you?"
Ling Yun expressed his doubts. He still hadn't figured out why the young monk felt that he had misunderstood him. He had clearly done something wrong to Luo Tianyi just now.
At the same time, he also firmly believed that the young monk definitely saw it, and giving him a stick on the spot was the best proof. If he hadn't seen it, looking at his inflexible brain, he would never dare to attack him.
That's why he asked this question, eager to know in his heart how Luo Tianyi solved the problem between the two of them, what happened after he fainted, and how the young monk believed what she said without any doubt.
.
All of this really made him feel incredible.
Luo Tianyi angrily twisted his arm and said angrily, "Humph, you still want people to know about the bad things you have done, so you are not ashamed."
Ling Yun said coquettishly, "Tianyi, just tell me! Otherwise, I will be so upset that I can't sleep at night."
Unexpectedly, Luo Tianyi didn't agree with him, and remained unmoved and said, "If you want to know the answer, just ask the young monk!"
"Forehead!"
Luo Tianyi held Ling Yun tightly, and his words immediately choked him, and he was speechless for a moment, and finally had no choice but to give up.
When passing by the old monk again, Ling Yun turned his head and glanced at the man. The old monk seemed to notice that someone was looking at him. Following his gaze, he found Ling Yun looking at him and smiled gently.
Ling Yun was suddenly startled and hurriedly turned his gaze away. Otherwise, if the old monk had said something to him again, saying that the hall was turning dark, would he have sat and listened, or would he have run away? With this thought, he might as well not have seen that place.
Old monk.
However, what Ling Yun didn't expect was that just because he turned away and didn't look at the old monk, it didn't mean that he was fine. Just as he was thinking wildly, the old monk's voice sounded again.
"Little donor..."
Ling Yun still turned his head and insisted not to look at him. At the same time, he motioned to Luo Tianyi to walk faster. He didn't want to stay in this abominable temple for a moment. If it weren't for meeting his sweetheart, Ling Yun would kill himself without wanting to come to the temple.
Now it's better. Although people have seen it, bad luck continues, including unintentionally causing a pockmarked woman and a blow to the head from the young monk. The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved.