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"Okay, here you go, here you go..." Ling Cang reluctantly handed over 7,000 yuan to Tongtong. At the same time, he kept lamenting that things in the world are unpredictable. As a child of high-ranking officials, Tongtong is so beautiful, so there must be many around him. A child from a rich family, she was supposed to have whatever she wanted, but she chose to take advantage of her little money.
Although the money was handed over, Ling Cang still held it tightly. It took Tongtong a long time to grab it. Then the girl rolled her eyes, suddenly raised her leg and shot towards Ling Cang's face.
Ling Cang subconsciously took two steps back and took a look inside her skirt: "It turns out it's pink."
"You..." Tongtong's face turned red at that time, and he didn't care that he was forcing Ling Cang to use some acupoint skills. He rushed over and swung his pink fist at Ling Cang randomly: "You gangster..."
Ling Cang was originally worried that everyone's attention would be drawn to him and Tong Tong as they were splitting money and fighting around, but Ling Cang soon discovered that Liang Xiangyu and others did not pay attention to him at all. Instead, he stood on the roadside and watched another scene.
There is a bathing center nearby, with many police cars parked around it, and some police officers coming and going. Now that the country is cracking down on pornography, various entertainment venues are often raided by the police, so this scene is quite common.
Sure enough, after a while, some people who were suspected to be young ladies and prostitutes were brought out. Some of them were quite well-dressed, and some of them only had a piece of cloth on them that could barely cover their shame.
The difference between a lady and a prostitute is not just in gender, but more importantly, the former can be completely shameless, while the latter is somewhat shameless.
Even though those ladies were only wearing underwear, they looked around without caring. Only when someone turned their camera towards them would they lower their heads. As for the clients, their temperaments and appearances varied greatly. It can be seen that they belonged to all walks of life. I was afraid that there were many successful people among them, but without exception, they lowered their heads and looked around nervously with the corner of their eyes.
One of the prostitutes attracted everyone's attention, but he had a fat head and big ears. His head was shaved bald, and there seemed to be a few dots on it. He only had a pair of boxer shorts on him, and he stood there awkwardly. Covering his vital parts with both hands, he sneered at the police and nodded and bowed: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..."
At this time, the police took all the guests' and ladies' belongings. The police officer leading the team saw that he was covered in fat white meat and standing there trembling and it was really ugly, so he asked: "What things are yours?" ,"
The man pointed quickly: "This..."
It was a cloth bag, sewn with dark yellow fabric. It looked very simple. The police officer didn't take it seriously at first. He took it and wanted to hand it to the man directly, but he immediately noticed something inside: "What is this?" ,"
"It's nothing..." The man was startled, and subconsciously reached out to grab the cloth bag back: "These are some of my personal belongings. Comrade police officer raised his hand and stopped looking..."
"No," the police officer waved his hand, and the other two policemen immediately held the man down: "We must know what you are carrying..."
"Police officer, these are just some clothes..." The man almost cried. He no longer cared about protecting his vitals, and waved his hands randomly: "These are just lousy clothes. They are not worth staining yours." Eye……."
"What you just did has stained my eyes... By the way, you are quite interesting when it comes to talking, a bit like an ancient person," the police officer said as he spread out the things. After seeing this, everyone was stunned.
"This..." the police officer looked at it carefully and said with some surprise: "This seems to be the clothes worn by a monk."
"No, no," the man hurriedly freed his hands and waved them around. He was quite strong, but the two policemen next to him couldn't hold them down: "You saw it wrong."
"No, I read that right." The police officer raised the piece of clothing and asked, "Is this yours?"
"It's...I picked it up,"
"You picked it up to pretend to be a monk,"
"I... am not a monk, I just kept it for fun,"
"I don't think so..." The police officer looked at the man sharply, then searched, and finally found an ultimatum: "Duolin Temple in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan does not believe in Zen Master... You are indeed a monk,"
"Ashamed, ashamed..." Seeing that denying it was useless, the man laughed twice and said, "I am a poor Taoist... I am a poor monk who does not believe in Zen masters."
The dress was a very large robe, sewn from khaki cloth. Anyone who had been to the temple would recognize it as a cassock. The photo on the certificate was clearly that of the man himself, with his head on his head. Those few dots are undoubtedly fragrant scars.
At this point, there was no doubt about this person's identity. The police officer couldn't help but shake his head: "I said, what do you think? As soon as you became a monk, you didn't chant sutras and worship Buddha properly, but you came out to find Miss | Miss |. You really are. The six roots are not pure,”
A policeman next to him smiled and joked: "Also, monks are all vegetarians, how come you are so fat?"
The unbelieving Zen Master's small eyes rolled around wildly, and then he suddenly straightened his chest, no longer as embarrassed as before, and calmly faced the howling cold wind of the night with his fat body: "Everyone, you all Misunderstood,"
"What did you say?" The police officer was stunned when he heard this: "Why did we misunderstand?"
"I'm not fucking..." Zen Master Unbelief's expression became more solemn, and his fat face seemed to be shrouded in a faint golden light. He looked nothing like the prostitute who was forcibly pulled away from the young lady by the police: "I am consecrating a woman who has lost her footing, but before I consecrate a woman, I first have to take off her naked body..."
"Shut up." This police officer has been in the police for many years and has seen all kinds of bad people, but this is the first time he has met someone like the unbelieving Zen Master. He was really a little angry, so he didn't pay much attention to what he said: "I asked you why you are so thick-skinned. You don't know what kind of virtue you were at that time. You've already inserted half of it in there. What kind of light are you doing?"
The unbelieving Zen Master's expression remained solemn, "Buddha said: If I don't step in, who will save the woman who has stumbled?"
"Okay," the police officer took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down his mood before he went crazy on the spot: "You just save the woman who lost her footing. Now it's time for us to save you."
"I don't need saving," Zen Master Bu Xin laughed dryly and said hurriedly: "Police officers, you are also very busy. I won't interrupt you. Let's say goodbye. I will be a guest at Duolin Temple in the future. I will definitely treat you with fragrant tea. "
"No," the police officer slowly shook his head: "We must save you,"
The Zen master didn't believe me and asked tentatively: "How to save?"
"In accordance with the relevant provisions of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, you will be detained for 15 days and fined 5,000 yuan. In addition, your family will be notified. Since you are a monk, you will notify your temple..." The police officer knew that he was encountering meat on a hob. Not wanting to talk nonsense anymore, he said directly: "Give me your phone number and I will contact the person in charge of the temple."
"Where we are..." Zen Master Buxin's face suddenly changed, and he said sadly: "The big earthquake in Wenchuan destroyed our temple... Now I am the only one left in the whole temple who is doing well, and the others are not I went to see the Buddha, but I was still recovering in the hospital. I came out this time just to rebuild the golden body of the Buddha..."
The police officer originally made up his mind to repair the flower monk, but when he heard these words, he couldn't help but feel sympathy. The tragedy of the earthquake was known to the whole world. It must be very difficult for these monks to live. I don't believe that the Zen master came to beg for alms. , but also failed to resist the temptation of the world of mortals for a while, and made a mistake.
After all, monks are also human beings, so the police officer temporarily forgot about his disbelief and softened his tone: "Okay, I won't notify you of the temple for the time being, but you still have to pay the fine."
"But I have no money..."
"If you don't have money, just find a way to solve it. This is stipulated by the law and is not decided by me alone. If you really have difficulties, then I can only contact your local Buddhist association to see if they can help you. Also, Detention is unavoidable. You can get a good education after you go in..." The police officer looked up and down at the unbelieving Zen master, and then added: "But even if you are educated, you are still a hooligan."
If you don't believe it, the Zen master doesn't care about being detained, but the fine of five thousand yuan is really an astronomical figure. He was thinking about what to do when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Ling Cang standing nearby watching the fun. He rolled his eyes and immediately had an idea.
"This benefactor..." Zen Master Buxin ignored the police officer for the time being, ran over in a hurry, and said with a smile: "I don't know if you have time, let the poor monk take a look at your face."
The police wanted to know what other tricks this top monk could pull off, so they did not stop him and followed him to look at Zen Master Doubi and Ling Cang with great interest.
Ling Cang felt very depressed. He was just watching the excitement, but he actually looked at the flower monk and said, "I don't have time."
"Don't say that," Zen Master Buxin looked at Ling Cang from top to bottom, and frowned: "This donor, I see that your heaven is full and your earth is round. If you are right..."
"If you are right, I am destined to be a great person. However, if you look at the darkening of my eyebrows and the purple color of my forehead, it means that I am facing a disaster recently. If I survive this disaster, I will be rich and wealthy in this life. , If you can't survive it, you will be doomed. As long as I am willing to give you some incense money and you can help me chant sutras in the temple, you will definitely help me save the day, right?" Ling Cang interrupted the unbelieving Zen master and said with a sneer: "You monks are so good that you can actually read people's faces. If I'm not wrong, you can know the Feng Shui of a house, the Six Diagrams of Eight Diagrams, fortune-telling on an iron plate, fortune-telling by touching bones, Yin-Yang and the Five Elements. ", "Shaobing Song", "Ma Qian Lesson", "Qi Men Dun Jia" You can also understand these things. You are really a wizard. I am surprised. Why didn't the Buddha accept you as a wizard? "
Ling Cang took advantage of this and said everything he wanted to say. He felt embarrassed if he didn't believe the Zen master: "Haha, the donor is a sensible person..."
"It's precisely because I'm a sensible person that I won't be fooled by you," Ling Cang shook his head and lectured triumphantly: "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, what I hate to see the most in my life are you guys who criticize Buddha for dressing up. You are a religious liar who eats the Buddha's meal. Buddhism talks about the Four Noble Truths and the Eightfold Path. It talks about transcending the world, helping others and oneself, and looking at people's faces and Feng Shui are all Taoist knowledge. Why do you, a monk, have the nerve to show off here? "
To say that this unbelieving Zen master is really not a layman. After being so criticized by Ling Cang, he actually said: "The words of the little donor are wrong. Don't you know that in the land of our great heaven, what we are talking about is the original family of Buddhism and Taoism."
"I have only heard of "Buddha is the Tao,"
"The little benefactor must not talk nonsense,"
"I just made a bad mouth statement, why?" Ling Cang put his hands on his hips and spat on the face of a Zen master who didn't believe in him: "Tell you, I don't need money, but I can give you a poem: 'A Shaolin Arhat' A gun, two Vajra Power Pills, can save women from misdeeds, and practice Buddhism with endless joy. 'How about it, do you need to write it down for you? It's cheap now. When I become famous in the future, you can give this word a blessing. I don’t know how much it can be sold for,”
The two people were bickering here, and everyone had different feelings. The policeman thought what happened today was quite interesting, and forgot what he was supposed to do for a moment. He stood there and listened with interest. Tongtong didn't care about what happened, he only thought about what he had just put there. money in pocket.
Liang Xiangyu thought about it, walked up to Ling Cang, and whispered: "Boss, he just wants some money to pay the fine. I think you can help him."
Ling Cang glared: "Why?"
"After all, he is a monk. Now he is in trouble. If we help him, it will be considered a merit."
Ling Cang suddenly remembered that Liang Xiangyu seemed to have some Buddhist beliefs. These days, most of the high-ranking officials and their entire families believed in Buddhism, and the more shady the money came from, the deeper the belief. However, Ling Cang thought of another thing and couldn't help but feel a little strange: "You were rude to that lama back then. Why do you respect this flower monk now?"
"Lama is from Tibetan Buddhism, and he always does some kind of double cultivation of men and women. Of course I don't believe it. I believe in Chinese Buddhism..."
"Even if you believe it, you can't believe it. If you come out to consecrate a woman who has stumbled, what kind of monk is she?"
"Everyone's practice is different. It's his sin to do this, and it's our merit to help him." Liang Xiangyu became more motivated and reached into Ling Cang's pocket to fumble: "I don't have any money in my pocket. You Give me five thousand yuan first and treat it as a loan, and I will pay it back to you later..."
"No, absolutely not, I have earned this through hard work,"
Ling Cang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, but Liang Xiangyu was faster. He immediately took out the money and gave it to Master Buxin: "Master, I only have so much on hand, don't be too little."
"Not a lot, not a lot," Zen Master Buxin grabbed it and counted it happily: "Donor, you have accumulated a lot of good merit today."
"Thank you," Liang Xiangyu clasped his hands together and made a bow: "I am a student of Minghai No. 1 Middle School, my name is Liang Xiangyu,"