The heavy rain still didn't stop, and Yan Shou walked back as soon as he walked out of Shaxian Snacks.

He estimated that Brother Yang should have finished burning the incense.

However, when he returned to the truck with an umbrella, he found that Brother Yang had not returned.

Brother Yang, who always said "time is money", logically could not delay for such a long time. Yan Shouyi was keenly aware that something seemed to be wrong.

In fact, he had doubted whether Brother Yang could be an informant of a famous family, but after a day and night of observation, he basically denied the possibility that Brother Yang was a spy.

So even though Yan Shouyi knew that Brother Yang would hide the spare key in the car, he did not have the idea of ​​driving away first, but waited in the car for a while.

But after waiting and waiting, Brother Yang never came back. Yan Shouyi stared at the temple and hesitated for a while, and finally got off the car and walked into the Side Temple.

Compared to the size of the town, the size of the Four Virtues Temple is even less in line with what it should be. There is a huge bronze incense burner at the entrance, and the main hall is inside. In the middle is the Maitreya Buddha lying on his side, and on the left and right sides are the golden bodies of the eighteen Arhats, each of which is half a person tall.

Looking up, there are all kinds of Buddhas painted on the ceiling, which is dazzling.

There are three tribute incense sticks on the incense burner, and most of them have been burned. This means that Brother Yang has indeed been here just now, and he also lit incense and worshiped the Buddha.

Then why hasn’t he come out yet?

Yan Shouyi was about to walk in when he saw an old monk wearing a yellow cassock coming out with two tall and strong warrior monks.

"Amitabha, may I ask the donor whether he is visiting the small temple to pray for blessings, to ask for a child, or to have other wishes?"

The old monk looked at his kind-hearted eyes and spoke. Soft-spoken and very approachable.

However, Yan Shouyi did not accept this. He said calmly: "Looking for someone, my friend came in just now to burn incense, and then disappeared."

The old monk showed his face Suddenly enlightened, he said with a smile:

"The donor’s friend’s surname is Yang? What a coincidence, donor Yang has just decided to become a monk and convert to my Buddha."

Yan Shouyi: "???"

Why did Brother Yang suddenly become a monk when he was so good?

He also has a daughter to raise, has he forgotten?

Even if you really see through the world of mortals, you shouldn’t become a monk right away. There must be time to come out and say hello, right?

Yan Shou’s eyes turned cold, he stared at the old monk and said:

"My friend will not become a monk for no reason, and he asked the master to let me meet him."

The old monk smiled and shook his head: "The six senses of a monk are pure and should not be entangled with the past. Donor, please come back."

Yan Shou thought for a while, took out a hundred yuan, threw it into the merit box, and said

"If the Buddha is to save the destined person, he will also return it. I hope it will be convenient for the master. I have friends and family members, so I have to ask him to ask me to bring a message back, right?"

The old monk smiled even more, but then shook his head: "The donor does not have enough Buddhist connections. I'm sorry that I can't do anything."

Fuck!

Is this not enough for Buddha? This is obviously not enough money!

The Buddha doesn’t help people with destiny, but only VIPs, right?

Yan Shouyi finally understood that this old bald donkey was definitely not a serious monk.

No wonder he brought two monks out, he must be afraid of being beaten.

Moreover, Brother Yang is not going to become a monk. He is most likely kidnapped. These three bastards in front of him are here to ask for ransom!

Yan Shouyi almost ran away again, but considering that this place was special, he suppressed his inner demons and reluctantly took out five hundred yuan from his pocket.

The weather has turned cold, Yan Shouyi hid his satchel in his coat, and put money and other external belongings in his pockets.

For Yan Shouyi now, five hundred yuan is already half of his family property. He never expected that after being a door-to-door son-in-law for a year, he would now live the same life as before. Traveling around the world, living in poverty and poverty, having one meal but no next meal.

"Master, do you think I have enough connections with Buddha?"

Yan Shouyi threw five hundred yuan into the merit box, his face full of pain.

His inner demons continued to play a role, and he had even simulated in Yan Shouyi's mind the scene of him smashing the heads of three fake monks.

"Amitabha!"

This Buddha's name was not shouted by the old monk, but the voice recorded in advance by the merit box and the "Welcome" emitted by the sensor in the small supermarket. "It means the same thing.

The corners of the old monk's mouth were almost cracked to the base of his ears. He still shook his head: "It's not enough."

"Then, Master, look at how much more is left?" Yan Shouyi asked in a low voice.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the temple is currently short of an old ox for plowing. If the donor is determined, why not pay to buy an ox for the temple? There is no need for scalpers. It’s expensive, 30,000 yuan is enough.”

It means that if we give 30,000 yuan, weJust let them go. As for whether we use the thirty thousand to buy cattle or to make money, it has nothing to do with you.

Yan Shouyi took a deep breath.

Thirty thousand yuan, if Lin Zitong were here, he would have given it without even frowning, but now Yan Shouyi really can't afford it.

A penny really stumps a heroic man!

However, fortunately, Yan Shouyi has another way.

He stretched out his right hand and said to the old monk with a smile: "Master, I don't have any money, but I have an heirloom in my hand. Fifty thousand yuan should be enough."

The old monk's eyes lit up, and without Yan Shou's prompting, he came up to him and said, "Where is it?"

"Here!"

Yan Shou kept asking. The fist hit the old monk's face, causing him to turn over and fall to the ground unable to get up.

This punch directly turned one of the old monk's eyes into a panda eye. Affected by it, nosebleeds gurgled out from both nostrils.

Yan Shouyi snorted coldly and said:

"You are so shameless, let my friend go immediately, otherwise you will stop reciting sutras, I will send you there today. See the Tathagata in the Paradise of Paradise in the West!"

The old monk lay on the ground in a daze, and did not forget to shout:

"How, how could it be that the pure land of Buddhism is Let you, a scoundrel, commit murder! Come here! Catch him!!"

The two monks ignored the old monk's condition and rushed towards Yan Shou with their fists waving.

With their physiques, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but in front of Yan Shouyi, they seem a bit childish.

Their fists were as slow as turtles in Yan Shouyi's eyes.

He saw through the two men's flaws at a glance, and struck out with two punches. Immediately afterwards, the two monks flew out faster than when they came, and fell embarrassingly on the ground. Beside the old monk.

The old monk got up and took a look, and found that two monks liked to mention his same style of panda eyes.

Yan Shou stepped forward, picked up the old monk, and smiled evilly:

"Master, do you think my relationship with Buddha is enough?"

"Enough! Enough!!"

The old monk was so frightened that he lost his mind: "Donor, no violence is allowed in the land of Buddhism. If you have any matters, please discuss!"

"Oh, you were acting like a hooligan when I was being reasonable, and you were acting like a hooligan when I was trying to be reasonable. How can there be such a good thing in this world?"

Yan Shou mentioned the old monk and asked take a few steps, stuff him directly into the incense burner!