Chapter 227: Fu Sheng in DespairXuzhou, Picheng, Golden Buddha Temple in the city. There was a slam of a door closing, locking Monk Fusheng out. Monk Fusheng looked at the red door, which was inlaid with gold nails. He raised his hand, wanting to pat the door, but then put it down. What could he say? Saying anything is just asking for humiliation. Being kicked out of the temple where he grew up, he felt like a stray dog. He stood at the gate for a long time, thinking a lot. Finally, he sighed, eyes full of tears, carrying his bag and wearing old monk's clothes, he turned and left the gate of the Golden Buddha Temple. He left the temple where he had stayed for more than 30 years. Looking back on his experiences over the past few years, he felt it was a bit magical. The influence of the Golden Buddha Temple is mainly in Yongzhou, Jizhou and Yanzhou. In a place like Xuzhou, there is only a small temple, so it is relatively easy to beg for alms.
Although he was over 30 years old and not yet a true warrior, he was a monk deacon of the Golden Buddha Temple. Wherever he went, he was respectfully addressed as "Master Buddha". As a result, in recent years, many monks from other Golden Buddha Temples in the north have come to the temple. It is said that the power of the Huangtian Dao in the north is so great that there is no room for the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple in Yizhou and Yanzhou. They had no choice but to go south to Qingzhou and Xuzhou, which were originally considered marginal areas in their eyes. Those monks all had Qi Hai and Zhou Tian cultivation. At first, the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng was unwilling to accept them. However, the chief abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple, Master Ba Ku, personally issued a Buddhist decree, and the Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng had to accept them. You have to know that the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng is only at the Qi Hai level. The arrival of so many warriors with high cultivation levels at once is like a bunch of superiors coming. Once you have too many bosses, it will become a problem. Because they felt that they could not just eat and do nothing in the temple every day. To create value! But they are all high-level warriors. How can they negotiate with the Lord of Pi City about contracting a block? That's too tiring. You have to fight and kill, take risks, and kneel down. I won't do it! It would be too cheap to beg for alms by myself, so I won’t do it! They had no choice but to make use of their expertise, which was to spread mature and advanced experience in temple management to temples in remote areas like Picheng. Things like "group competition", "alms-begging assessment" and "last-place elimination" also require strict attendance, four check-in times a day, and meetings in the evening to share begging experiences. It was just a simple thing, but within half a month, the people in the temple were suffering. I get up at 1:15 am every morning, run ten laps around the temple, then have a meeting in the dining hall before dinner, and finally finish my meal at 4:15 am. After that, he would go on a carpet-begging tour in the morning. After having lunch and taking a half-hour nap at noon, he would continue to beg for alms on the carpet. They can only return to the temple when the Youshi is almost over (around 7pm). After a simple meal, they will gather together again, divided into groups, and hold meetings to share their experiences of begging for alms. The meeting lasted until 4:45 . (approximately 10 .), and then they could go to bed. This is a complete day. Day after day, day after day, as if there is no end. A city is so small, and there are only so many people who can beg for alms. In the past, the Golden Buddha Temple only collected copper coins for alms. After these superiors came, they put forward the slogan "As long as you dare to think, you can dare to collect."
"We came from the north, and we all led the team to complete the almsgiving performance of several hundred taels of gold. We came here to help everyone grow together! We will not cheat you!" "If you don't even want to get gold from begging, how can you get gold?" “Everything is possible if you dare to think it!” "You have to say out loud I can do it! This will give you strength!" I can do it to your mother! After hearing the nonsense from these stupid monks, Fusheng cursed in his heart. However, his arms were not as strong as his thighs. So, after a few months, Fusheng was eliminated from the last place. But he had tried very hard to beg for alms, but he did not have the high level of cultivation of other brothers, and he was in a good mental state every day, so he could plunder ruthlessly. No other brothers would lick him, and he was listed as a wealthy family in the city. He was just an ordinary monk who had not yet seen the true meaning of Buddhism. He had too many targets for begging every month. After a few months of exhaustion, his hair turned a lot whiter and his face looked much older. His originally slightly plump body became so thin that his ribs were exposed. "Fusheng, this is just a mere ten taels of gold. You haven't completed the task for three consecutive months. How do you want others to look at you and your team members?" "Others can collect dozens of taels of gold every month, but you can't even collect ten taels of gold. Fusheng, you are a burden!" What a burden! Before you bunch of idiots came, we were living well with just a few dozen or a few hundred coins begging every month! We haven't seen the money you collected from begging, isn't it all in your pockets? But Fusheng could only say these words in his heart, because if he said them out loud, he would die! During this period, some people in their temple occasionally disappeared. They didn't ask, and there was no explanation. I thought they were out begging, but Fusheng accidentally found... their clothes in the suburbs. Their clothes were put on beggars. It goes without saying what their fate will be. "I have tried my best!" Fusheng knelt in front of the Zhoutian monk and said, "Master, please give me a way out!" The meaning of cumbersome is that it is useless. "Hey! I know the elders of your temple grew up in the temple, but everything in our Golden Buddha Temple is about money and profit." “Without money, how can we spread Buddhism? Without money, how can we demonstrate the value of our monks?” "Fusheng, please go! This is the best I can do!" said the Zhoutian monk slowly. "Ah? If I leave, where should I go?" When Fusheng heard the news, he was struck by lightning and burst into tears. He grew up in a temple, where could he go? "You can go anywhere! But don't tell anyone what happened in the Golden Buddha Temple. No one will protect you if you tell others!" said monk Zhou Tian. "..." Fusheng was silent for a moment, then he knelt down and bowed to Monk Zhou Tian, saying, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Monk Zhou Tian nodded gently, and Fusheng was able to leave. All his savings in the temple were confiscated, saying it was compensation for losing to the other team in the "group competition".
He also had no clothes left, so he gave them to his teammates. He only had an old coat, a Buddhist scripture, and a few tattered clothes. Thanks? Walking on the way out of the Golden Buddha Temple, Fusheng lowered his head and thought. What am I thanking him for? What should I thank him for? He also has to say thank you!
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