Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 28 Putting Down the Butcher Knife
The great monk has great magic power and supernatural powers, but he also has great greed and anger!
A monk who understands Buddhism is profound, and he has acquired five of the six supernatural powers.Even in Shohoji Temple, the first Buddhist temple with many experts, it still has a place.

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 Buddhist treasure, is obviously one of them!
The great monk Lingtong lowered his eyelids and said in a loud voice: "The benefactor's intention is too profound, and the poor monk cannot bear it."

"Being polite to others, you must ask for something. The poor monk's magical power is shallow and he dare not intervene on his own and interfere in the chaos of the world."

"Of course, 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 explain the cause and effect to the poor monk one by one, and let the monk weigh one or two."

He twirled the beads with his fingers, showing that he had no intention of nostalgia at all.

It's just that the great monk's Zen mind is like glass, and his Buddha nature is like diamond.

Even if the relics are in front of him, having such a great Buddhist treasure in front of him makes the great monk's Vajra Zen heart shake.

It can't really affect the judgment of this great monk.

When Wang Qi'er heard this, his face twitched, and then he suppressed his dissatisfaction, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

150 taels of silver is a piece of furniture that ordinary people cannot accumulate in a lifetime.

Wang Qi'er, an upright man, had to suffer a lot of pain even if he wanted to come up with 150 taels of silver.

In this world, the price of a cattle was only 50 taels of silver.

150 taels of silver is really an ordinary farmhouse. After generations of accumulation, it may not be possible to have these furniture.It can make many people take desperate risks and lose a fortune that they cannot get.

You know, because the Turer people took control of the political power, they squandered the central authority.Nobles from various tribes, big and small, have been engraving inferior coins and amassing wealth like crazy.

As a result, the value of the dime officially released by the Wei court fell again and again, almost falling to the bottom.

According to the official regulations of the Wei Dynasty, one tael of silver among the people can 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.

150 taels of silver is really a huge amount of money.

However, such a huge amount of money is nothing more than a stepping stone in the eyes of this monk Liaotong.

The success or failure of everything depends on this day!
"Master, you really have a sharp eye, Qi Er is ashamed,"

Wang Qi'er calmed down his complicated emotions, smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "Qi'er was born in a bad background. He just started out as a gangster. He got some lucky encounters and stirred up troubles, and then he got an upright 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 "rightness". 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 a true sense, the heaven is the boss, the earth is the second boss, and the clan boss is the third boss.

And Li Zheng is the largest clan elder in the village community.

There are many ways to overthrow a sitting tiger and sit in the "upright" position.

Although the great monk Lingtong seems to be smiling all the time, he looks like he is doing good to others and himself.

But in fact, the great monk is not a good man, glutinous rice dumpling, and he also has the appearance of glaring at King Kong.

Regarding these doorways, Liao 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 who is worthy of being Danchi's destiny.

They all gave Monk Tong a high look.

Wang Qi'er bowed his hands and said, "Master, now that I understand, 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 glorious, 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 the dirty things, you can just wave your sleeves and leave.

However, in terms of human sophistication, Wang Qier underestimated Monk Tong.

Although Daci'an Temple is not a big temple, it is known as the land of 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's auspices.Not just because of the profoundness of his Buddhist teachings and the vastness of his spiritual power.

In the world of this world, those who practice are at the peak, understand yin and yang, understand changes, and prove to be a true person.Its strength is no more than a hundred people, and a team of armored soldiers can surround and kill them.

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', and 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 remained unchanged, and he said the Buddha's name in a long voice: "The poor monk already knows what the almsgiver 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 sincerely and to donate three thousand merits, the poor monk is willing to bear all the sins and consequences."

The great monk Lingtong'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 not 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 of 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 to avoid bloodshed.

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 with a majestic and resonant voice, which was exactly the sound of the evening drum and morning bell, the sound of great thunder, and great majesty.

"As a monk, I don't lie."

The great monk said lightly.

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.

So much so that this man, who had just taken over the power, was left in a state of embarrassment when he should be high-spirited.

Although Liao Tong is a monk, but in the words, there is a three-point awe.

150 taels of silver coins, in Tongyan's eyes, are nothing but the smell of copper and sourness.

But why not, it is an indispensable threshold and a comparison of personal strength.

If 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 interfere in anything that Wang Qier does.

It's just that for the belonging of the Buddha's treasure relic, it may also be for a certain lucky person in Shanghe Village; or it may also have the weight of Wang Qier's own good luck and light natal life.

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 the shore:

He clasped his palms together and said, "Since the donor has a heart of repentance, the heart of a poor monk is enough!"

"Every hope is given to a benefactor. His words must be believed and his deeds must bear fruit."

After saying that, Lingtong 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.

(End of this chapter)