The great monk has great magic power and supernatural powers, but he also has great greed and anger!
The monk Liao Tong has profound Buddhist teachings and has acquired five of the six supernatural powers. He has a place even in Zhengbo Temple, the first Buddhist temple with many experts.
For a virtuous monk like him, the golden body is only one step away.
There are absolutely not many things in this world that can make him angry anymore.
However, this relic, which is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, is obviously one of them!
The great monk Lingtong lowered his eyelids and said in a loud voice: "The donor's intention is too profound, and the poor monk cannot bear it."
"Being polite to others, you must ask for something. A poor monk has little magical power and dare not intervene on his own and interfere in the chaos of the world."
"However, the relic is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. It is of great significance to the poor monks and to my Buddhism. It should not be taken lightly."
"Therefore, please don't keep it. Please tell the poor monk one by one about the cause and effect, and let the monk weigh one or two."
He twirled the beads with his fingers, showing that he didn't have any nostalgia in his heart.
It's just that the great monk's Zen mind is like glass, and his Buddha nature is like diamond.
Even if the relic is in front of him, with this great Buddhist treasure in front of him, the great monk's Vajra Zen heart will be shaken.
It cannot really influence the judgment of this great monk.
When Wang Qier heard this, his face twitched, and then he suppressed his dissatisfaction, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
One hundred and fifty taels of silver is something that ordinary people cannot accumulate in a lifetime.
Wang Qi'er, an upright person, would have to suffer from physical pain for a long time even if he wanted to take out one hundred and fifty taels of silver.
In this world, the price of a cattle was only fifty taels of silver.
One hundred and fifty taels of silver is really a fortune that ordinary farmers may not be able to possess after generations of accumulation. It can make many people take risks and lose it, and cannot get it.
You know, because the Turer people took control of the political power and squandered the central authority, the tribal nobles, large and small, started printing inferior coins and amassed wealth crazily.
As a result, the value of dimes officially issued by the Wei Dynasty fell again and again, almost hitting the bottom.
According to the official regulations of the Wei Dynasty, one tael of silver among the people could be exchanged for thirty dimes.
But the real situation is that sixty cents or even ninety cents may not be able to be exchanged for one or two silver coins.
One hundred and fifty taels of silver is really a huge sum of money.
However, in the eyes of this great monk, such a huge sum of money is just a stepping stone.
The success or failure of everything depends on this day!
"Master, you really have a sharp eye, I'm ashamed of myself,"
Wang Qi'er restrained his complicated emotions, smiled bitterly, and shook his head as he said: "Qi'er was born in a bad background. He just started out as a gangster. He got some lucky encounters and stirred up troubles, so he got a rightful position."
"There are naturally some underhanded tricks in this process,"
When the great monk Lingtong heard this, he nodded slightly to show his understanding.
Don't underestimate the importance of the position of "Li Zheng". This is the leader of a village and the leader of the world.
In an era when imperial power did not go to the countryside, clan power was deeply intertwined. At the township and village levels, clan power was extremely powerful.
In the true sense, the eldest is the heaven, the second is the earth, and the third is the clan.
And Li Zheng is the largest clan elder in the village community.
There are many ways to overthrow someone who is sitting on the ground and sit in the "upright" position.
Although the great monk Lingtong seemed to be smiling all the time, he looked like he was doing good to others and himself.
But in fact, the great monk is not a good gentleman. The glutinous rice dumplings also have the appearance of a angry-eyed King Kong.
For these knowledge, Tong Tong is clear in his heart.
However, Wang Qier, who was born as a gangster leader, does have a certain magnanimity.
Able to bend and stretch, he is a character worthy of being born in Danchi.
They all gave Monk Tong a high look.
Wang Qi'er bowed his hands and said: "Now that Master understands, I, Wang, will speak out."
"You, old man, have all the four things. You are a monk and don't have the troubles of ordinary people like us."
"Qi Er was born in a peasant family, but luckily he became an upright man and the leader in Shanghe Village."
"The methods used are not very honorable, so I won't go into details one by one, so as not to pollute your old ears."
After saying this, Wang Qier paused.
Obviously, he was still worried about the only support in front of him.
If you change your mind after knowing something dirty, just wave your sleeves and leave.
However, when it comes to human sophistication, Wang Qier underestimated the great monk Tong.
Although Daci'an Temple is not a large temple, it is known as a place in a state.
However, Liao Tongneng sat firmly in the temple, serving as the right arm of the abbot, and his status was only under the abbot. Not only because of his profound Buddhist teachings and vast supernatural powers.
In this world, a practitioner reaches the pinnacle of cultivation, understands yin and yang, realizes changes, and realizes the true status and karma. His strength is only a hundred people, and a team of soldiers can surround him and kill him.
Therefore, in this world, personal force is not unimportant, but it is by no means the most important.
Since the great monk Lingtong could ascend to the position of superintendent of a temple, his thoughts on the city would naturally not be as simple and pure as Wang Qier thought.
"As a result, I got on the 'Li Zheng', my predecessor Li Zheng..."
Wang Qier hesitated for a moment and said: "Bushen fell down and died suddenly!"
A faint sentence of 'sudden death' was mixed with many unknown dark and sinister things.
"Namo Amitabha,"
Monk Liaotong's expression did not change, and he said a long Buddha's name: "The poor monk already knows what the donor said."
"I, the great Dharma of Buddhism, put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately."
"As long as the donor promises to always remember to do good deeds sincerely and to donate three thousand merits, the poor monk is willing to bear all the sins and consequences."
The great monk Tong Tong's tone was sonorous and powerful, almost like the sound of gold and stone.
Obviously, he understood the reason before he made the promise.
He could bear the sin of several lives.
What's more, poor mountains and harsh waters breed unruly people!
Shanghe Village has suffered from severe drought for many years, which has long since squeezed out the last ray of vitality in Hecun.
For water sources and survival, the two villages, Shanghe and Xiahe, fought frequently and suffered heavy casualties.
The drought has become more severe in recent years, and the number of armed fights has become more frequent.
The lives of young people in the two villages, at least dozens of them, were lost in the fight for water sources.
It can be imagined that the two villagers have a "simple" and tough style!
The six elders were sitting on the river for dozens of years, and they seemed to be lonely and pitiful.
However, after spending decades in Shanghe Village, without a certain degree of cruelty and evil, it would not be smooth sailing, and he would not be able to truly take charge of his duties.
Don't underestimate it, the turnover in this position will be profitable.
Although it is half-black and half-white, and the three religions and nine streams are inconclusive, it is rich in oil and water, enough to make a fortune for a lifetime and determine the wealth for three generations.
This Wang Qi Er can forcefully extract the teeth from the six elders. What kind of means is needed?
It is almost impossible not to see blood and blood.
Only those high-ranking and powerful people will cherish their feathers and value their appearance.
The fights between the little people at the bottom have always been straightforward, starting bloody and ending in a bloody mess.
Don't think about stopping until blood is shed and a few lives are lost.
Since Wang Qier was able to seize the position of chief of Shanghe Village, it was not only his luck but also his skill.
To be honest, in these few words, Monk Liaotong did not have the slightest ill feeling toward Wang Qi Er, but instead had a good impression.
Wang Qier's body trembled slightly, obviously he didn't expect it.
This relic can have such great temptation to this 'Living Buddha'.
He couldn't help but hesitate a little and said: "Master, are you serious about this?"
"Amitabha, good, good,"
The great monk Lingtong recited the Buddha's name, and his voice was majestic and resonant. It was the sound of drums and bells in the evening and morning, the sound of thunder and majesty.
"As a monk, I don't lie."
The great monk said calmly.
These words are nothing less than the great monk’s promise.
Even though he understood it, he didn't ask what kind of trouble Wang Qier was in.
As a result, this man who had just assumed power was left in a state of embarrassment when he was supposed to be high-spirited.
Although Liao Tong was a monk, his words were suddenly filled with awe.
One hundred and fifty taels of silver, in Tongyan's eyes, smells nothing but rotten copper.
But why not, it is an indispensable threshold and a comparison of personal strength.
If it were not for the relic, it is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, and it is something that Tong Tong cannot part with no matter what.
The great monk Lingtong will never intervene or interfere in anything Wang Qier does.
However, for the sake of the ownership of the Buddha's relics, it may also be for a certain lucky person in Shanghe Village; it may also be because Wang Qier's own luck is not weak and his destiny is light red.
Liao Tong looked neither happy nor sad, and gently moved the beads with his fingers. There were one hundred and eight beads, each one round and flawless.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around you will find shore:
He clasped his palms together and said: "Since the donor has a repentant heart, the poor monk's heart is enough!"
"Every hope is given to a benefactor. His words must be believed and his deeds must bear fruit."
After saying that, Liao Tong stretched out his hand and held the cane in his palm. His robes shook slightly. Regardless of Wang Qi Er's slightly changed expression, he turned around and walked out of the mansion, heading southeast.