The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning raised his eyebrows: "Since we are already out, let's go and meet them first. Who knows, maybe we can gain something."

"Walk."

"Yes!"

In this way, he and Lou Xinyue split into two groups and began the action.

Jing'an Temple, as its name suggests, is unusually quiet. The temple is covered with lush fallen leaves of the plane trees, which cover the bluestone paths.

There are fifty-seven Bodhisattvas enshrined here, but the incense is not very strong, with only a few people worshipping here and there. Guan Ning came here and wandered around, looking for the person he was looking for.

"Prince, shall we go and burn some incense?" Shengqi suddenly suggested.

"No."

"Why?"

"If praying to Buddha and God is useful, we can't even enter the temple gate. Besides, Buddha can't save people." Guan Ning blurted out.

There is no disrespect, it’s just that he is Guan Ning and doesn’t believe in gods or Buddhas!

Katsushige was about to say something.

A deep and angry shout suddenly rang out from the meditation room on one side of the temple.

"absurd!"

"Where did this lunatic come from to speak so arrogantly?"

There was a loud bang. Guan Ning raised his eyebrows and turned around. He saw the door of the red and yellow Zen temple, which was wrapped in Zen spirit, suddenly opened. Several bald Sumerus rushed out from inside with unfriendly faces.

anyone?

Guan Ning raised his eyebrows. He had just passed by and thought it was empty.

The Sumerus separated, and a middle-aged monk wearing golden Zen robes and holding a staff walked out, looking majestic without even being angry.

"Jing'an Temple is a precious place, how dare you speak nonsense and slander Buddhism!" As soon as he opened his mouth, he made a huge accusation.

Guan Ning was a very good judge of people. He immediately realized that the abbot before him was not a true monk. He said calmly, "Abbot, do you have any misunderstanding about the word 'slander'? I only said that Buddha cannot save people, not that Buddha killed people."

The abbot snorted coldly, looking down at him: "What a joke! How dare you say that Buddha can't save people? If that's not slander, what is it?"

"My Jing'an Temple has been open for decades, saving countless sentient beings and helping them resolve their doubts and attain transcendence. How can you say you can't save them?"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll make you suffer!"

Guan Ning wanted to talk to him nicely, but the abbot was too aggressive and lacked the compassion and kindness of a monk.

"Well, since the abbot said so, I'm short of money right now. I'm short of one thousand taels. Could you please ask the Buddha to help me and lend me some money to make ends meet?"

As soon as these words came out, poof...

There was a distinct laugh in the Zen room.

Guan Ning looked back and found that there were still pilgrims in the Zen room. No wonder the abbot was so crazy. It turned out that he had disturbed his "business".

The abbot's face was red and he was completely furious.

"You're ridiculous, you lunatic!"

"Come here, beat them out of the temple with sticks!"

"Yes!"

The Sumerus rushed over.

"I say, Abbot, don't you say that Buddha can save people? How come you can't save people for just one thousand taels?"

"What do you mean?" Guan Ning shouted.

The abbot was furious and couldn't find any words to refute for a while. It was the first time he met such a person who came to borrow money from Buddha!

"Eject immediately, eject immediately!" he roared.

boom!

Sheng Qi took action and kicked a Xumi seven or eight meters away.

The abbot became even angrier, and with a glance, the Sumerus started picking up sticks.

Seeing this scene, Guan Ning felt disdainful. No wonder the incense was not so popular. But he didn't want to make a big fuss, so he shouted directly: "Why, in a place of quiet meditation in the temple, you still want to hit someone?"

"Someone, someone, come!"

"Come and see how the monks at Jing'an Temple are bullying people by taking advantage of their power. They want to beat pilgrims out if they don't have money!!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud that it gradually alarmed some people.

Xumi's face changed color, he was at a loss, and he didn't dare to make another move. He looked at the abbot, whose face almost turned green. He was shaking with anger and cursed directly: "Are you looking for death?!"

Guan Ning opened his eyes wide: "Oh!!"

The abbot realized that he had lost his composure and quickly covered his mouth.

But it was too late, the pilgrims behind him could not help themselves.

"Abbot, Buddhism is a place for quiet cultivation. It's not right for you to do this, is it?" This was a woman in her early twenties. She was pretty and beautiful, dressed in gorgeous clothes, like a bride from a wealthy family.

The abbot's face turned grim: "Madam, this poor monk..."

"Okay, there's nothing more to say. Let's stop here for today."