Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Xiaoyao Pavilion is a casino, located deep in the alleys of Haitao Street. It doesn't look like mountains and rivers, but it makes money every day.

It stands to reason that Buddhism pays attention to karma, so it should not allow such activities to make a living, right?
As everyone knows, Buddhism cannot help but gamble.

There are five precepts in Buddhism.

They are, do not kill, do not steal, do not engage in sexual misconduct, do not lie, and do not drink alcohol.

Gambling is no longer among them.

However, although Buddhism does not prohibit gambling, it does not promote gambling, so there is also the saying of "six non-paths".

The so-called six evil ways refer to six categories of ill-gotten gains, and gambling is one of them!
Therefore, casinos have to avoid suspicion to some extent.

When Mo Chuan stepped into Xiaoyao Pavilion, he looked at the noisy lobby and felt in a trance.

Because at a glance, most of these gamblers are not bad at cultivation.

When the Nine Provinces Spiritual Energy was revived, Mo Chuan had imagined a situation where the technique would be popularized and everyone would be like a dragon. Now looking at the scenery in front of him, he realized that he was too idealistic.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, it cannot erase human nature.

Just like his trip at this moment.

"I am a poor Taoist, but I am the owner of the Beauty Pavilion. May I ask if the owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is here?"

Mo Chuan stopped a boy and asked with his hands raised.

"It turns out to be the owner of the beauty salon. I'm so disrespectful! Sir, please wait for a moment until I let you know."

The boy was shocked when he heard this and quickly turned around to report.

Not long after, he came back and said, "Sir, the owner of my hotel has invited you!"

With that said, he led the way.

Mo Chuan followed the boy, walked through the gambling house, passed through the long corridor, and stepped into a spacious quiet room after twists and turns.

In the quiet room, a young man dressed as a scholar with a weak crown was sitting on a lotus platform, meditating.

Looking carefully, the water in the lotus platform is rippling, and it is clearly Lingyuan gold liquid.

Looking at the cultivation of scholars, it is the realm of immortality.

However, looking at the spiritual light contained in his bones and the hidden appearance of his gold, it is obvious that he is infinitely close to the realm of a true immortal.

"The poor Taoist wanders around to meet the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion."

Hearing this, the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion opened his eyes, looked at Mo Chuan for a moment, and then said with both salt and coldness: "I have heard for a long time that there is a wonderful man coming to Haitao Street. It is really good to see him today."

"Fellow Daoist praises you!"

The owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion stood up, walked to a plain chair nearby, motioned for Mo Chuan to sit down, and said, "I heard that the business of Taoist Beauty Pavilion is in full swing. If you are not running business in the pavilion right now, why do you come to my place?"

Mo Chuan said: "I heard that Taoism is kind to treating villains, so I came here today to ask for advice. I hope that fellow Taoists will not hesitate to give you some advice."

As he spoke, Mo Chuan no longer concealed his cultivation, and a touch of cultivation that belonged to the realm of Immortal Transformation overflowed out.

The master of Xiaoyao Pavilion froze slightly, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are ridiculous. When doing business, opening the door to welcome guests, you will always meet all kinds of people, how can you treat villains? If you can't bear this trouble, it is better to buy On a flying boat, as long as you can endure the loneliness, one trip down is worse than ten years of staying in the store."

Mo Chuan shook his head: "At the critical moment of my Taoist cultivation, I need to calm down and nourish my energy, and I don't dare to move around at will?"

The owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion smiled coldly: "Really? Youdao is 'Know the place to win, choose the place to make money'. Since Taoist friends choose to be in Haitao Street, they must abide by the rules here."

Isn't this a step back?

"Please ask fellow Taoist to teach me." Mo Chuan asked.

"Three percent profit, stay safe, didn't Chen Qingning tell Taoist friends in detail?" the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion said coldly.

He finally figured it out. The master in front of him might have thought that he had reached the realm of immortal transformation and that the true immortal was in sight, so he could ignore all unwritten rules. Little did he know... In the eyes of the golden immortal, no matter how many true immortals there are, they are just ants. That’s it! "Three percent profit, is this too much?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Don't be too much, fellow Taoist. This is not filial piety to me. This is filial piety to the people above. Without the blessing of Buddhas, how can you be happy and peaceful in front of you?" The master of Xiaoyao Pavilion was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to Taoism to avoid encountering Taoist monks again. Stupid idiot.

Mo Chuan was silent for a long time, then he cupped his hands and said, "I see, this poor man's eyes have been opened."

The words "open your eyes" hit the title of Luohan, and there seemed to be sarcasm hidden in it. The owner of Xiaoyao Hall's face darkened when he heard it.

"Do you want to open your business to make a living, fellow Taoist, or do you want to quit and leave?"

"Of course we are open to make a living."

"Wonderful! Fellow Taoist, please keep your safe wealth!"

The owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion said coldly.

Mo Chuan turned his hand, took out a storage bag and handed it over, then turned and left.

The owner of Xiaoyao Hall picked up the storage bag on the table, checked it briefly, and said loudly and deliberately: "Ping'an Cai, pay it every month, fellow Taoists, don't forget it."

Mo Chuan paused slightly, then recovered as before and walked away.

After leaving Xiaoyao Pavilion, Mo Chuan went straight to the center of the hub.

In the center of Lumpi hub, there stands a Thousand Buddha Pagoda, which is a thousand feet high. It can be said that the top of the tower is in the sky and the root is connected to the Sumeru channel.

Arriving in front of the pagoda, Mo Chuan bowed his hands and silently used his magical power to shout:
"Youxu, a poor man, is the owner of a beauty parlor on Haitao Street. Today, he is threatened and blackmailed by the owner of Xiaoyao Parlor, asking for bribes. He brazenly claims that he is taking bribes on behalf of the Buddha. He also asks the Buddha to be merciful, thoroughly investigate the truth, and restore the innocence of Buddhism! "

In an instant, the sound was like a loud bell, spreading throughout the countryside.

Not to mention the monks of Thousand Buddha Pagoda, half of the hub residents heard it clearly.

For a time, countless people were shocked.

Ordinary monks would just think that Taoist Youxu had been wronged;
Those who know that the water at the junction is as deep as the abyss will have a great change of face.

No one expected that someone would dare to expose the unspoken rules that had been silently accepted for countless years in public.

In an instant, countless people followed the sound and left, wanting to see the excitement.

Not long after, dozens of monks came out of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda. An old monk in yellow clothes stepped out from the crowd, clasped his hands and said loudly:
"Amitabha, if you have any grievances, fellow Taoist, please come to the temple to discuss it in detail. Why bother disturbing all sentient beings?"

"The carefree mad man once said that the bribes were collected on behalf of the Buddha. The poor Taoist thought that the Buddhists were afraid of undermining and did not dare to enter the temple. He also asked the magician to use his great supernatural powers to investigate in person and clear the Buddha's name."

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and said, his voice still as loud as thunder.

The words were polite, but the words that forced the palace were sharp and sharp!

"Insolent! Who slandered Xiaosheng?"

Just at this moment, the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion came in a hurry with a pale face.

When he saw Mo Chuan, he pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said, "It's you! You're such an experienced person, but if you can't get advice from me, you're going to slander me with red lips and white teeth?"

Before Mo Chuan could speak, the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion hurriedly said to the old monk in yellow:
"Master Haojiao knows that this man has opened a beauty salon on Haitao Street, claiming that he can make people look good and stay young forever."

"This kid is so greedy that he changed the appearance of a girl from the Purple Ape Tianmu Clan without permission, hurting her bloodline and getting into trouble, so she seeks help from a niche."

"Xiao Ke couldn't escape, so he agreed. Unexpectedly, this guy turned around and falsely accused Xiao Sheng. It's... chilling!"

During the heart-wrenching explanation of the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion, the old monk in yellow suddenly turned his head and looked at Mo Chuan, as if waiting for Mo Chuan's explanation.

Mo Chuan shook his head and thought to himself, the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion is indeed an underground agent of Buddhism. To be able to compile such a set of lies in such a short period of time seems to be a bit quick and witty.

In this regard, he said calmly: "May I ask the Master, do you know the saying of 'three percent profit, guarantee peace'?"