I gave him a weird smile, then walked to the rock wall where the protective weapon was hung, picked up the only piece of psychic jade without a clear price tag, and played with it.
"Brother, do you like this piece of psychic jade?" Seeing me holding it in my hand, my sister glanced over with her beautiful eyes and asked with a smile.
"Little donor, you are really discerning."
"Master, this piece of psychic jade shouldn't be cheap, right?" I looked at the psychic jade I was playing with and asked deliberately.
"Little donor, this piece of psychic jade has a history. It was passed down from a minister in the Qing Dynasty. It has been consecrated and blessed by generations of abbots of our temple. It is not an ordinary spiritual object..." the old monk explained with a smile.
I didn't interrupt him either. I generally knew this old monk's personality. He was a money-loving man.
Presumably, next, he will ask for high prices.
After all, these days, there are all kinds of weird people. In order to make a living, it is normal for the temple to have a few impure people.
"Master, it is really handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Is it so magical?"
After hearing what he said, I stared at the psychic jade in my hand in surprise again.
"Amitabha, my little benefactor, this poor monk is a monk, so I won't lie." The old monk looked at me seriously and performed a Buddha's hand salute that looked very pious.
My sister was about to speak, but I smiled again and asked first: "Master, since such a treasure has no price tag, it must be given to the destined person, right?"
"Little benefactor, this statement certainly makes sense." The old monk was startled for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "However, little benefactor, look at this thousand-year-old temple, it is very old. Some places are old and need to be repaired and maintained, so the abbot
Senior brother then offered a good karma price."
"Oh, that means you need money?"
"Brother, you should." My sister knew that I had no money, so she quickly looked at the master and asked, "Master, how much good karma does this cost?"
"Donor Bai, you are indeed a great good man who has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. The poor monk thanked Donor Bai for his great kindness. This psychic jade is worth a total of 123,800 pieces. After excluding the 800 pieces, it is ten pieces in total.
Twenty-three thousand yuan."
puff!
I couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing at his words on the spot. The old monk really dared to ask for 123,000 yuan! Why not rob someone? Are you crazy about money?
My sister was also stunned. Although she was rich, she didn't have enough money to spend 123,000 yuan to buy a piece of psychic jade, right?
"Master, are you sure you can really exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits? Is this something handed down from the Qing Dynasty?" After I laughed, I looked at the old monk seriously.
"Amitabha, little benefactor, monks don't lie." The old monk said with a dark face and an incomprehensible expression.
"Sister, give me the six-star diamond necklace you are wearing." I looked at my sister and asked her to take off the necklace she was wearing around her neck.
My sister didn't know why, but she took it off directly and handed it to me.
The old monk's expression changed instantly when he saw me holding the six-pointed star diamond necklace in my hand and drawing the corners towards the psychic jade.
I swiped at the psychic jade, clicked, and then a crisp sound came out.
"Fake?" my sister exclaimed.
"Master, this... I'm sorry, I made a deep mark on you."
The old monk's face was as dark as ink, his eyes were wide and glaring, and there was no hint of the spirit of a master.
"You brat, what are you doing? Pay for the damaged things according to the price."
Needless to say, if deep scratches can be easily made, it means that the psychic jade is fake. Everyone knows that if the jade is real, the scratches on it will not look like this at all.
And what I did just now was also very clever. I made deep marks and wiped away the debris on them with my hands. If you are not careful, those deep marks can cut people's fingers.
Real ancient jade, even if it can be scratched, will not be like this. You have to pay attention to the marks when you reach out and touch them.
"Do you really want compensation?" I couldn't help but smile when I saw his face turned red from holding back.
I used to think that this old monk had some abilities, but now it seems that he is simply a shameless guy wearing a monk's skin and engaging in fraud.
"Master, how could you deceive us with a piece of fake psychic jade? It's a shame that I still believe you so much!" My sister seemed to have had her faith trampled on, her face was as cold as frost, and she looked at the old monk with cold eyes.
"Without compensation, you can never walk down the mountain." The mask of disguise was torn off, and the old monk revealed his fangs.
"Really? We sincerely came to pray for blessings and peace, but as a Buddhist and a quiet person, you just induced us to donate so-called charity money along the way. But later, I saw through your little thoughts and came here.
You are not willing to give in, so you take advantage of my sister's piety, make random boasts, and ask for exorbitant prices, trying to trick my sister into buying this so-called protective magic weapon. Are you still reasonable?"
Although I don't like to talk, when it comes to speaking truth, I'm not afraid of this old monk.
"Brother, do you want to call the police?" My sister looked at the old monk's ferocious look and said in a low voice.
"Sister, there is no need to call the police. Let's go find the master abbot who is in charge inside."
"I have the phone number of Master Abbot." After hearing this, my sister immediately said to me.
I was a little surprised. I didn't expect Master Abbot to also use a phone, but when I think about it, it's not surprising. What age is it?
"Two donors, please don't make phone calls now. If the psychic jade is damaged, it will be damaged. Most of these protective instruments are placed in front of the Buddha statue and the seven or forty-nine heavenly sutras are recited. Take whatever you need.
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The old monk didn't expect us to react so quickly. He immediately made a 180-degree change and begged, "I just want to make a living."
"Brother, what is this?" When my sister heard this, she softened her heart.
"Sister, I don't want you to call the police. I already have this intention. But if Master Abbot doesn't know, wouldn't it mean that he is allowed to do whatever he wants? If so, I don't know how many people will be tricked in the future?"
"You? Little benefactor, I beg you, poor monk." Seeing that I was not moved at all, the old monk immediately begged.
"Sister, please call."
"good."
My sister got on the phone and briefly explained what happened here. The person on the other side told her not to be impatient, he would be right over.
The old monk was so heartbroken that he sat slumped on the ground and muttered.
"I used to think that I was a person who transcended the mortal world, but due to the pressure of life, my six sense organs could not be quiet..."
In fact, after listening to him talk about his past, I didn't understand the principle of pure six senses and being transcended from the world of mortals.
But due to the pressure of life, these four words still deeply touched my heart.
However, in this flashy society, how can there be a truly peaceful place? It seems that only those who escape reality and are unwilling to face their own cowardice would think that they would find a quiet environment to live in, thinking that their six roots are pure and transcendent from the world of mortals.
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Of course, I am not naive enough to think that all the people in Yuantong Temple are people like the old monk. At the very least, the abbot, in my impression, is really a person with no sorrow, no joy, no desire and no pursuit.
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Master Abbot has a reputation throughout the world and is widely invited to give lectures by many Buddhist masters and even university professors.
Not long after, an old monk wearing cassocks hurriedly came to Chaoyin Cave.
"Aye, are you okay?" When he arrived, he saw the old monk slumped on the ground. The abbot did not blame him, but asked with a smile.
"Brother Abbot, me?"
"It's fine, then starting from today, I will be confined for three years and not allowed to go down the mountain." The abbot smiled slightly.
"Yes, senior brother!" The old monk looked unwilling, but he still agreed.
Seeing that the old monk agreed, the master abbot turned to my sister and me and said with a smile: "Two donors, it's my fault that such a thing happened in the temple. I'm really sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of my junior brother."
"Master, it's nothing. It's just that your junior brother wants to blackmail us, saying that this piece of psychic jade costs 123,000 yuan." I didn't hold on to it, but stated the facts truthfully.