The monk's voice was gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
On his body, he wears a Baina cassock, which can only be worn by monks with high status in many monasteries.
However, what he said was full of threats.
The shopkeeper's face changed drastically, and he quickly pulled out a banknote from under the counter with a smile on his face, held it in both hands and handed it over respectfully.
"Master, this is a little bit of fun on my part, please accept it!"
The shopkeeper's face was filled with a frightened smile.
Seeing this bank note, the monk suddenly frowned.
"My Buddha is compassionate and enlightens all living beings. I am afraid that this little incense money cannot reach the Buddha. Why don't you think about it again?" The monk smiled kindly.
But along with this smile, the two monks next to them showed a hint of murderous intent.
These two monks definitely had human lives on their bodies. At this moment, their murderous intent was completely unleashed, and their sharp aura made people shudder.
"Two masters, we are running a small business, but it's really..." A look of pleading appeared on the shopkeeper's face.
"Boom! Boom!"
The two monks raised their feet and landed on the ground, making dull sounds.
It was like two thunders that resounded through the sky instantly. The shopkeeper was instantly suppressed by this momentum and took several steps back.
In the tavern, there were still some guests who were eating and drinking. Seeing such a scene, they fled out one after another, not daring to stay here any longer for fear of harming Chiyu.
Lu Yu and others, however, chose to continue drinking and watching.
"That's the monk from the nearby Lingmiao Temple. I've seen him before." The monkey said.
Lingmiao Temple is where a few people want to go.
Lu Yu raised his eyebrows and saw the banknote given to the monk by the shopkeeper. It was a banknote worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Dongguo City is very small, and the profit of the tavern is only about four to five hundred thousand a year at most. To suddenly take out one hundred thousand is tantamount to removing the bones and washing the marrow.
"It is precisely because of the existence of my Buddha that you can survive on this land and earn money to support your family. As a human being, you must be grateful." The monk took a step forward, his face gradually turning cold.
With the momentum of the two monks, the image of the monk became extremely tall, as if he were a master of Taoism, standing high on a mountain, making people unable to resist him.
The shopkeeper was startled, and quickly took out another banknote and handed it over, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "I am willing to worship my Buddha every day, bathe and burn incense day and night."
The shopkeeper kowtowed to the monk repeatedly, even breaking his forehead, and blood flowed down the top of his forehead.
This appearance looks quite miserable.
But the monk still had an indifferent expression, looking at the shopkeeper indifferently, and said lightly: "Your tavern is located in a prosperous area of the city, and it can make a lot of money in a day! I hope the donor can be kind to the Buddha, and don't let it happen for a moment.
Repent of your greed for the rest of your life."
"Thank you, Master, for showing me the way forward."
The shopkeeper's face was full of helplessness.
Two banknotes are two hundred thousand!
This is almost half the profit of the tavern, all of which were taken away.
The monk showed a satisfied smile, turned around and looked around, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
The force they had just arrived was so great that they had already scared away all the other guests in the tavern.
But Lu Yu was the only one at the table who still had a calm expression. Dahei and Monkey were eating meat and drinking from big bowls, not caring at all.
The monk showed an unhappy look on his face, walked forward directly, and said in a deep voice: "Several donors, Amitabha, I wonder if you have paid any incense money?"