As soon as Wu Yuan opened his eyes, he saw the prisoner's livid face.
I don’t know why, but Wuyuan felt particularly lethargic today. Even after seeing the strict prison guard, I couldn’t cheer up.
But the prison guard didn't tolerate him, so he just grabbed his ears and lifted them up.
Wuyuan suddenly woke up, and after seeing the people around him, he coughed, "The total amount of incense money yesterday was...a total of 3,500 taels of silver notes."
"I asked you about the money!"
Wu Yuan raised his hand and was about to say here, but in the end his hand was empty and the banknote had long since disappeared.
"The money... was here last night. I remember it clearly, so I put it here."
Jian Si's face was gloomy, and the temperature in the entire hall became cold.
"No chance, I'll give you another chance. Where did the incense money go?"
It's still dark outside and morning classes haven't started yet, but Wu Yuan has no time to think about it now.
He was panicking and really didn't know what to say.
After opening his mouth and looking at the prisoner's face, the young monk closed his mouth again.
My mouth felt like I had eaten bitter melon, and I was speechless.
However, this matter is not as simple as imagined, and the supervisor has no intention of letting it go.
"Wujue, tell me what happened last night."
The young monk who had taken good care of Wu Yuan before came in from the door. He also looked panicked. He glanced at Wu Yuan and then looked away.
The young monk lowered his head and said in a low voice but firmly: "I got up to relieve myself in the middle of the night and saw Junior Brother Wuyuan leaving the temple with money. I became curious and chased after him. Unexpectedly, I saw Junior Brother Wuyuan wrapping a
The things wrapped in paper were given to someone, but it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly, and I was afraid that my junior brother would find out, so I couldn't see clearly the identity of the person."
The prison guard looked sharply at the young monk and said sternly: "No fate, what else do you have to say? The abbot thought you were young and kindly took you in. But instead of being grateful, you repeatedly violated the precepts and punished you by copying scriptures to count you.
At most, it's a waste of paper, a waste of pen and ink, and countless small mistakes, but you actually did such an outrageous thing. If the six impure roots are not pure, what's the point of cultivating Buddhism? Come here, I'll whip you with fifty big boards and expel you from Taiyuan Temple!
"
Wu Yuan's face turned pale for a moment, and he looked at Senior Brother Wujue who still had his head lowered. Why would this Senior Brother who had taken good care of him want to harm him?
"It's not me, I didn't. I didn't steal the incense money and give it to outsiders, I didn't."
Wu Yuan was caught out of the main hall, and when he passed by Wu Jue, he suddenly fought for the restraints, grabbed the young monk's shoulders, and shouted: "Brother, why do you want to harm me? I didn't leave the temple at all, and I didn't steal money. Why do you want to harm me?"
Me!"
"Pull it out! Add fifty more boards."
After suffering severe pain, Wu Yuan was ruthlessly thrown out of Taiyuan Temple.
Believers and people praying all saw this scene, pointing and sarcastic.
The young monk was in a trance, tortured by such great humiliation that he almost committed suicide.
It was a hot summer day, but snow started to fall for some unknown reason. Having had his clothes confiscated, Wu Yuan could only wear shabby clothes sewn by a master.
Perhaps, returning to the mountains is the right choice.
But, I am really not willing to give in!
Suddenly, the young monk heard some familiar voices communicating.
"Senior, you must not be late to register for the qualifiers, otherwise you will not be able to go to Zhongyuan Square to participate in the Tianjiao Competition. But why do you want to participate in this Tianjiao Competition so much? Is it possible that Senior wants to assassinate the Realm Lord?"
"Shut up."
I seem to have heard this kind of sound in my sleep. Could it be that the incense money in the temple was stolen by them?
The young monk now feels that all suspicious persons are suspects.
Especially the pair of weird brothers.
Following the brothers, I came to the temporary registration office next to the Yamen...
I had no chance to hear that pilgrims mentioned the Tianjiao Hegemony Qualifiers, but I didn’t expect that these two suspicious people would also come to participate.
The young monk saw the two brothers entering the registration office, but after waiting for half an hour, they still didn't see them coming out, so he suddenly became a little anxious.
He immediately dragged his injured body and walked in.
Although the registration office was temporarily set up, it was also full of mystery.
If you don't have the chance to enter, you will become blind. If you stay in a bright place for a long time and suddenly enter the darkness where you can't see your fingers, who can not be blind.
But the next moment, Wu Yuan felt as if his eyes were melting into a warm current, and he suddenly became clear.
It's even still glowing.
The person in charge of the registration office was shocked. Even if he is a hero, the king of heroes should not have the opposite effect.
It is obviously a blinding substance, but why are you so special? Your eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and you still have an expression of enjoyment on your face.
Did I take the wrong thing?
The person in charge also took a special look at the incense in his hand. It was used to cause blindness.
Wu Yuan glanced around, but didn't see the brothers.
"I would like to ask the donor, have you seen a pair of brothers signing up? One is probably as tall as me, and the other is taller than me."
The young monk compared it, but the person in charge also shook his head.
The person in charge was wondering at this moment, are the monk's eyes born like this or is it due to his talent?
For such a young monk, even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to reach the realm of chivalrous saint.
This is absolutely impossible.
Chivalrous saints under the age of thirty do not yet exist.
"Excuse me, donor." The young monk turned around and left. He was only here to inquire, not to sign up. Although he contacted his master's breathing method every day, it was only for physical fitness after all, but
It cannot be used for fighting.
And if that breathing method was effective, how could he be injured by a hundred big boards?
"Monk, wait a moment."
The way was blocked by Wu Yuan.
Under the mandatory regulations, anyone who enters the registration office needs to register and sign a confidentiality contract. It would be bad if the threshold is revealed.
The threshold is very simple, it is the ability to adapt to the darkness.
There is no chance to perfectly dominate the list with first place results.
If he was allowed to leave like this, that would be fine.
All the recording crystals have been recorded. If such a first person is let go, his identity as the person in charge will no longer be used, and he may even be labeled as a person who has not done anything.
After filling out the registration form without a chance, I was a little confused. Didn't I come to see someone?
Why did I sign up for this elite competition qualifier inexplicably?
Holding the race number plate, I was a little panicked that I didn't have a chance.
After putting up the race number plate, Wu Yuan decided to find a place to rest first, but it was difficult to do so without money.
After looking for four or five more inns and being kicked out, Wu Yuan decided to go out of the city to rest.
God may be joking with him. Taiyuan City has too many people from all walks of life in a short period of time, and there are also many disputes.
The city gate was closed early, so I had no choice but to go back to Taiyuan Temple, find a big tree and fall asleep.
In the dream, he met the old master on the mountain. This old master with white hair said with a look of compassion that he had abandoned the Buddha without fate and had no fate with the Buddha.
Wu Yuan cried and said that he did not steal the incense money, and both his senior brother and the supervisor missed him.
But the old master said: "The thing was lost in your hands. No matter what, you can't shirk your responsibility, my child. Since you have already received the punishment, why not get over it? The world will be muddy after all. Come back when you are really tired."
Wuyuan woke up crying while holding his old master in his arms. He sobbed twice, but heard some movement in the woods.
The young monk became suspicious and immediately leaned over quietly.
Could it be that the thief who stole the incense money is back?
If so, maybe someone can get the stolen goods together.
In fact, Wuyuan really has no hatred towards Jiansi, because even though he lost so much money, Jiansi did not let the Yamen get involved, which shows that Jiansi was still merciful.
If the government intervenes, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to go to jail.
But the next moment, Wuyuan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face!
"Qian'er, do you remember that silly junior brother I told you before?"
"The one who was kicked out during the day?"
"Yeah, didn't that guy get into Taiyuan Temple just because his master was familiar with the abbot? Do you really think that since you are the youngest in the temple, you can have peace of mind? Even if you don't respect us, you can even oversee the old man in the temple.
If he doesn't show any filial piety, who will leave if he doesn't?"
"I think he is quite pitiful."
"Qian'er, don't be deceived by that little monk's appearance. As the saying goes, pitiable people must be hateful. This kid occupies the most lucrative position and doesn't know how much he has embezzled. How can you be pitiful?
He, maybe the incense money I took last night was not as much as he has pocketed these days."
"I didn't expect that he turned out to be this kind of person. He really lost his good skin for nothing."
Wu Yuan's face was completely pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Some people have only been exposed to kind people since childhood, and they only know kindness.
He is willing to look at everything with kind eyes, and he is willing to tolerate everything with a kind heart.
However, when the evil in the world comes like a tide, and when the real ugliness is revealed in a bloody and undisguised way, the anger in the heart is like an inextinguishable flammable substance, enough to burn everything and swallow everything.
Wu Yuan's eyes became cold, and a black and white mask covered his face.
"If you do casual things and blame others, you should be killed!"
"The second precept is stealing, the third precept is lust, and the fourth precept is lying. Today I would rather commit murder than erase the injustice in my heart!"
The voice was cold and ruthless, frightening the two of them so much that their faces turned pale and their eyes were filled with horror.
Under the moonlight, the ghost-faced boy, half black and half white, slowly walked out of the darkness, like a judge from hell.
"Who...are you? Don't come over."
The young monk screamed louder than the woman.
"It's useless, your death has been determined."
The young monk turned around and ran away. Now he had only one idea, which was to escape back to the temple. As long as he returned to the temple, he would be safe.
But before he could run a few steps, a branch penetrated his heart and nailed him to a big tree.
No matter how hard Wu Sue struggled, he couldn't break free from the tree.
Gradually, his body became cold and he lost all ability to move.
A sharp scream suddenly sounded. It turned out that the woman wanted to escape, but she hit an invisible wall.
This completely frightened the woman.
"Shut up!"
After one sentence, the woman immediately shut her mouth.
"It's obviously a pink skull, it's obviously a rancid piece of paper, but you framed me for this. Is this world crazy?"
"Don't talk, it won't hurt later."
A golden light emerged from the temple and shone towards this side.
The ghost-faced boy turned his face and snorted: "Get out!"
The golden light shrank back as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying.
After pinching the woman unconscious, the ghost-faced boy took out the incense money from the woman, then turned around and headed towards Taiyuan Temple.
Almost walking on the golden light, we arrived at the abbot's room.
The abbot was studying Buddhism at the moment, and suddenly saw an extra person in the room, and he smelled of blood, and he immediately became vigilant.
"Who are you?"
"A person who doesn't deserve a name, this is your temple's money, don't lose it."
The ghost-faced boy disappeared.
The abbot looked at the blood-stained incense money on the table, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He immediately rushed out of the residence and shouted: "No chance, don't make the same mistake again and again."
"Ha, you make the same mistake again and again." The ghost-faced boy looked at the sculpture in front of him with a mocking look, and sneered: "Give me a reason not to destroy you."