"It's not a big trouble for both sides. After you, uncle and junior brother, you left, a handsome scholar claimed that he came here to ask us to do a ritual to drive away evil spirits for their family. I didn't want to agree, after all, my family knew about his family's affairs, but I couldn't resist the amount of money he gave, so I agreed impulsely, and the result..."

As the fat monk said, he sighed a long time ago, showing a look of sorrow and regret: "I never thought that this scholar was a little wise and saw the ability of Junior Brother Fajing and others. So now he not only refused to give money, but also detained Junior Brother Fajing and others, saying that if our temple did not give him an explanation, he would send the person to the yamen and act as a demon monk to deal with it!"

"Isn't it all my care for you before the master left? People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Besides, what is your reputation? Do you know what kind of thing you have?" Monk Gao was even more unhappy when he heard this.

The fat monk stretched out three fingers and said with a bitter face: "Junior brother, it's really not my fault. He said that he would give the temple three thousand taels of silver at the end of the ceremony."

Monk Gao suddenly shut up because he asked himself, he was also moved by these three thousand taels of him.

This is not a small amount!

Then, he glanced at the fat monk with a slightly weird expression at this moment, and asked in surprise: "Are you receiving the punishment?"

“That’s right.”

As the fat monk said, he took off his clothes, but the injury was pulled, and he grinned for a while.

He turned around.

Only then did Yu Qiao see that there were scars on the fat monk's white and fat back. The wounds didn't look very deep, but despite a thick layer of medicine, the blood was still slowly seeping out.

"I have implicated Junior Brother Fajing and others. As the abbot, I should punish you. Thirty vine whips, and you will have a lot of whips." The fat monk said at this time.

When Yu Qiao heard the Jing Teng Whip, she couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning!

Because this vine whip is not an ordinary whip, usually when the yamen punishes people, this kind of whip is not available! Only when the yamen encounters a severe torture, will the vine whip be taken out.

If you whip this kind of Jingteng whip, if you use all your strength, you can directly tear off a layer of flesh on the prisoner's body!

A person with weak constitution will be dying after whipping for 10 or 20 times.

An average strong man can't stand fifty whips.

This Jingteng Whip can be said to be full of bones! It is also famous for its reputation.

Yu Qiao looked at the fat abbot and couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He felt something incredible before. Even if he was in front of his old friends, a master like his uncle should not stay in such a small rural temple!

The shallow water cannot raise a real dragon!

But now, Yu Qiao felt that he understood a little why a master like his uncle was willing to practice in such a small rural temple...

The abbot made a mistake and actually received his own whip!

Or the Jingteng Whip.

In such a place with strict hierarchy, this is particularly valuable!

The Buddha in this world has never said the equality of sentient beings. He only said that the rosary and other Buddha treasures worn when chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha. The more precious things are used to create, the better the effect of chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha!

This also led to the fact that temples in this world all pursue precious objects such as gold and jewelry. For example, these Buddhist beads are mostly agarwood Buddhist beads, agate beads, etc. Ordinary wooden Buddhist beads are used to give to pilgrims.

And any temple with incense will have more or less a golden Buddha!

Although the gold used by this kind of gold Buddha may not be very pure, it will never be clay-shaped gold-plated! And it will not be hollow!

It is a real golden Buddha!

Priceless.

"Okay, I know, I will deal with it...but, an old monk, may not necessarily listen to the other party. He spoke three thousand taels of silver. These three thousand taels are not a small amount. None of the wealthy families in the county can definitely take out these three thousand taels of silver! So, the abbot, this matter...you have to think about it very much." Tianqi Monk spoke at this time and said slowly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Your uncle is enough to do your best, but your nephew dares not force you!" The fat monk abbot suddenly showed ecstasy, and his facial muscles trembled because of excitement.

Then, the fat monk abbot clasped his hands at Yu Qiao, "Scholar, there will be disciples in the temple to take you to see the residence later."

After saying these words, the fat monk abbot said goodbye.

As soon as the fat monk left, the monk Gao couldn't help but say, "Master, are you going to wipe your butt for this fat man again? If you are not tired, I'm tired!"

"His master has a great friendship with me..." Tianqi Seng sighed softly.

Monk Gao rolled his eyes immediately.

However, at this time, Tianqi Monk continued, "But this is the last time. The ancient Buddhist scriptures given to me by the master before he passed away were very helpful to me through twenty-four levels. It only took a hundred years of incense to let me see the true text of the Buddhist scriptures. Just so, I calculated that this temple would have ninety-nine years of incense. And in these two days, it would be a hundred years of incense."

After hearing these words, Yu Qiao inexplicably felt that his face was hit a little hurt: "..."

What about the touching brotherly relationship between old friends?

Why did it disappear suddenly?

It turns out that this small rural temple has a Buddhist demeanor, but because that volume of ancient Buddhist scriptures requires the temple’s century-old incense power!

The reason why his uncle stayed in this temple was just because the incense is not enough for a hundred years now!

Yu Qiao felt a little hard to describe.

"Disciple, Yu Qiaoxian, you need to remember that the practitioners have their own skills and abilities. Otherwise, even if the predecessors have come to protect him for two years, they will only protect him." Tianqi Seng suddenly started to preach at this time.

Yu Qiao could understand that Tianqi Seng's words were alluded to the abbot just now.

So he didn't think about it and quickly agreed.

No matter what his master’s purpose is, he is just here to practice with him anyway!

As a monk who became a monk, many of the things that are used by this practitioner are blind and need to be compensated for.

However, after hearing what Tianqi Seng said, Gao rolled his eyes: "Master, I have heard you say this many times. Look at me, how serious you have practiced! Moreover, I have already survived five solar terms. If I hadn't missed the 'Qingming' solar term, I would have to wait until the next year to survive the solar term. I have already cultivated into my soul..."

Before the monk Gao finished his words, he was interrupted by his master Tianqi Monk: "I have never missed the 'Qingming Festival', I can visit you in the grave next year."

Monk Gao suddenly looked embarrassed: "Master, how could you curse your disciple like this?"

"Where did I curse you?" Tianqi Monk put his hands behind him, looking at the clear blue sky from afar, and said angrily: "You have been waiting for these five solar terms, but you have been waiting for all five years! Which year is not about time to endure the "Spring Equinox" solar term that is easiest to endure, and then the salted fish will arrive in the next year? Oh, I still have the "Qingming" solar term. If you really have the courage, why don't you consider the upcoming "Little Summer" solar term?"
Chapter completed!