Chapter 1602 scalpers who are concerned about economic development
The monks were astonished and couldn't imagine that these words came from the mouth of Master Lingtai.
What's going on with this sudden smell of chicken soup?
The supervisor, who has always been strict with the disciples of the temple and is unsmiling, actually said such words for Wuhu. Is that guy really an incredible genius?
"Prison Court..."
"Hush, don't say too much. Look at each of you. It seems like half of your life has been taken to survive the tribulation. Look at others, lying down and taking a bath. Learn from it!"
The mourning platform waved his hand, with a straight face, and said leisurely: "I still have some matters that have not been dealt with. Let's take the first step. Brothers and sisters from the same sect, we will be as close as possible in the future."
Immediately, his body swayed and disappeared from the place, leaving only the people with confused faces.
"Is the prison hospital no longer concerned about this?"
"Is this a genius? Earlier, Junior Brother Lingtuo came over and told the poor monk, but the poor monk still didn't believe it. From this point of view, does this guy named Wuhu really have someone above him?"
"By the way, Master Lingtai doesn't really think that Wuhu climbed to the seventh floor of the stone tower on his own, right?"
The mourning hall and others looked at the lightning and thunder area in the distance, with complex expressions on their faces.
The shady story, this complete shady story, blatantly robbed the monks of their resources, and then used the Thunder Tribulation Rosary to force everyone into the water, almost causing irreversible results, but after hearing that the other party had climbed to the seventh floor, the prison hospital actually just gave up on it?
Does that monk from Wuhu really have such great energy?
A quarter of an hour later, the thunder light above the sky dissipated, and the group of people in the mourning hall quickly rushed back to the original place. They were devastated and in a mess. Not to mention that the ground was devastated by thunder, and the cave they had worked so hard to dig collapsed in pieces.
It took several days and nights to dig out.
Looking again, there was no trace of Li Xiaobai.
"God damn Wuhu! Destroy my dojo and steal my treasures. The poor monk is at odds with you!"
"This matter must be reported to the Master Abbot and asked to come and make a decision!"
"Who wants to go with the poor monk?"
The monks were furious and wished they could eat his flesh alive and drink his blood.
Years of hard work have all been in vain.
"This matter must have been reported to the abbot by the supervisor. The fact that this person from Wuhu can reach the seventh floor is enough to attract the attention of all Buddhists. Even if he goes to the abbot, it will not help. He will only think that the monks of Lingyin Temple do not care about the overall situation and the situation requires it.
Open up, let’s find another way!”
"Using public opinion to defeat Wuhu will definitely not let it go as long as it puts pressure on the top management!"
There was a strange light in the mourning hall's eyes. Although he was not taken away from the treasure, he couldn't take this breath. Since he couldn't do it clearly, he had to do it secretly.
He has plenty of ideas.
…
At the same time.
the other side.
Li Xiaobai traveled far and wide, and successfully found a splendid building, where many monks were walking around. Dragons and phoenixes danced above the golden temple and wrote three characters, Mission Hall.
The defensive power has been promoted to the third level of the virtual spirit realm, and he has the confidence to walk alone in the world. If you put this level of cultivation in any sect, and this speed of promotion in any sect, you will be a genius among geniuses.
"Amitabha, Master, please tell me your name!"
An old monk stopped Li Xiaobai in front of the door and said with a smile.
"Amitabha, the young monk Wuhu, has met the master."
"I am going to practice in Lingyin Temple today. Please excuse me, Master, so that the young monk can accept the mission."
Li Xiaobai also nodded and said politely.
"Amitabha, to be honest, I have been here for three days. The missions in this mission hall are updated every seven days. There are still six days until the next update. Master Wuhu wants to take on good missions.
I’m afraid there is little hope.”
"Six days are enough to widen the distance between you and the other masters. But it's a coincidence that I have two tasks here. The big one is fifty and the small one is thirty. If you want it, master, you can take it."
Go ahead."
The old monk came closer and said mysteriously.
Li Xiaobai instantly understood that Mader was just a scalper. What he was reselling were mission hall tasks. After staying here for three days, doesn't it mean that all the tasks in the mission hall have been monopolized by the other party?
"What do you say about the big portion, and what about the small portion?"
"Capture the spirits. Large monsters are naturally powerful, but they also have a lot of merit points. Small monsters are common, and the merit points you can get are just enough to cover your daily expenses."
The old monk said.
"Have a big one."
Li Xiaobai said.
"Master Naguan has an extraordinary look on his face. Even if you want to have a big spirit, you can't be satisfied. Since you have just entered Lingyin Temple, merit must be extremely scarce. I will take care of you and make an exception to give you a big one."
"One hundred top quality rare earths."
The old monk took out two scrolls and looked like I was doing it for your own good.
"You have to know that I usually only sell one share for each person. Giving too much will break the market balance, which is not good for the economic development of Lingyin Temple. It is really good for everyone!"
"The young monk admires the master for having such broad-mindedness and insight."
Li Xiaobai threw out a hundred pieces of top-quality rare earth resources, took the scroll, and was speechless. It was the first time he saw such a righteous scalper. The task of reselling the temple actually took into account the economic development of the temple. This scalper can handle it, and the task is true.
Monopoly.
"That's right. I also serve the disciples of the sect. The scrolls are all very formal, but they haven't been through the hands of the mission hall."
The old monk waved and said solemnly.
Li Xiaobai unfolded a scroll, and there was only one line on it, "One Hundred Thousand Mountains, northwest, capture mind-level spirits."
"What does this mind-level spirit mean? What kind of existence is a spirit?"
Li Xiaobai looked at the old monk and asked. The mourning hall and others had revealed something before that it didn't seem to be a monster.
"Spirit is a species born from the power of Buddhist faith. It is formed by the convergence of the power of faith. There are many monks in the Pure Land, and naturally there are many distracting thoughts. This spirit is the aggregation of distracting thoughts."
"Although it is formed by the convergence of the power of faith, it is indeed full of destructive desire. The power of faith at different levels gives birth to different levels of spirits, which are divided into physical level, mental level, soul level, and spiritual level. This mental level
The level is already extremely difficult to deal with. The monsters are very cunning. The master is new here, so don’t follow their ways.”
The old monk accepted the money with a smile on his face and said everything he knew.
Li Xiaobai nodded. He understood that spirits are formed by the accumulation of bad thoughts that monks remove from their bodies during their cultivation of Buddhism. They are baptized by the power of faith and become spirits.
The only thing he was a little confused about was, even if he eliminated the bad thoughts, why did he feel that these monks were still a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites?