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Volume 1: Ice and Snow Town Chapter 67: Robbery to the temple!  (please collect)

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    "Pure land lotus, one flower, one Buddha, one world; Muni pearl offering, samadhisattva, samadhi."

    Nie Bing had nothing to do and visited around. When he saw this couplet in front of the Main Hall, he couldn't help but recite it. After reciting it, he realized it carefully and seemed to feel that he had a little more Buddha nature. He couldn't help but sigh at the profoundness of Buddhist culture.

    Of course, this is because Nie Bing is talented, intelligent, and a good candidate for spiritual practice. Otherwise, ordinary people would not have any enlightenment.

    "Brother Zhao, you watch here. I'll go inside and take a look around. I'll replace you later, okay?" After all, Nie Bing is young and has never been here before, so he just wants to take a look around. In this regard, Shi  Zhiqiang is not strictly prohibited.  After all, walking around is equivalent to patrolling, and wearing a security uniform can also serve as a deterrent to petty theft.

    "Well, okay, you go. There is a toilet in the forest over there." Zhao Haifeng pointed to a bamboo forest and said.

    Nie Bing wandered around and met some kind-faced Buddhas. He could not help but imitate those devout believers. He bowed, touched them with his hands, and absorbed the Buddha's aura. Although he did not believe in Buddha, it did not mean that he could not worship Buddha.

    After coming out of the Mahavira Hall, there is the Medicine Master's Hall. Behind the Medicine Master's Hall is a high wall with gold and stone inscriptions on the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". Nie Bing read it over and memorized almost all of it except for one or two more complicated characters that he didn't recognize.  After walking through several small alleys, we came to Guanyin Yuan, followed by Foguang Pagoda, Tianwang Hall, and Sutra Pavilion. There were lotus leaf-shaped wash basins, purple gold bowl-like trash cans, and pools everywhere, classical and modern.  Combined, the environment is very elegant.

    "So close to the west?"

    Unconsciously, Nie Bing turned back to the door of the temple and saw these four words written on the huge wall at the entrance. They were vigorous and thought-provoking.  I didn't notice it when I came.

    "The sky is so close to the west, what is the sky to the west so close to you?"

    Nie Bing thought for a moment and nodded, thinking that these words probably teach people to do good deeds. As long as you worship the Buddha in your heart, always have good thoughts, and don't neglect doing good deeds because they are small, you will be a disciple of the Buddha, that is, you will become a Buddha.  Tao, Buddha is very close to you, very close at hand!  On the contrary, if there is no Buddha in the heart and evil thoughts arise in the heart, the distance just around the corner becomes the end of the world!

    "Master, where can I donate the money for the sesame oil?" Several wealthy people with foreign accents pulled the Zhike monk and asked.  These few people are very popular. They are wearing big gold necklaces, expensive watches, jade rings, suits and leather shoes. They are full of nobility, and they are dusty. At a glance, you can tell that they have come from far away.

    "Several donors, just donate to the merit box over there!" Zhike Monk chanted the Buddha's name and pointed to a large glass box not far away that was 1.5 meters high and two or three cubic meters in size.

    Nie Bing looked around and saw that there were piles of money inside, but they were all in small denominations, such as 1 yuan, 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 20 yuan. 50 yuan ones were relatively rare, and 100 yuan ones were even rarer.  many.

    The wealthy guests were dismissive. The leader, an old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, clasped his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute, and said with a smile: "Master, several of our old friends are here together this time, and we brought some sesame oil money."  It¡¯s quite a lot, and I¡¯m afraid it wouldn¡¯t be too safe if you put it here.¡±

    "Ah?" Zhike Monk was stunned for a moment, then he became happy and greeted repeatedly, "Several donors, please come here, please come here, I will take some of them to see our master abbot immediately!"

    Then, the wealthy guests followed Zhike Monk and walked deep into the temple, and soon disappeared into the bustling crowd.  Although the people around him noticed it and were endlessly envious, they soon went about their own business.

    Nie Bing noticed that the bags carried or carried by those wealthy customers were indeed bulging with money. They must be money for sesame oil. It was indeed quite a lot!  No wonder Dayin Temple hires security guards to maintain order and protect safety. I think this happens quite a lot every year.

    "After walking around for a long time, I need to go to the toilet first and then change to Brother Zhao, otherwise he will blame me for being unloyal."

    Nie Bing thought about it and walked through a Buddhist temple to the public toilet in the corner of the temple. He had just finished urinating and when he was washing his hands, he accidentally turned his head and caught a glimpse of a relatively hidden place on the wall of the courtyard not far away.  A burly man popped up. When he saw no one around, he jumped down. When his clothes were caught by the branches, Nie Bing was shocked when he saw what seemed to be a gun on his lower back.  !

    Thief?

    This thief was very agile and fell to the ground silently. His clothes fell down and covered his gun. Then, he pretended that nothing happened and strode deep into the temple.

    Nie Bing stared at the man and followed quickly.

    However, after they all disappeared around the corner, a head suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall again. This man had long hair and was also extremely strong. He jumped down with a "swish" and was stronger than the man before  Worse than that, I looked around and looked at people.Walk to the main hall with the largest number of visitors.

    "Hey, Nie Bing, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

    Nie Bing walked quickly, following the burly man, and shuttled through the crowd. Unexpectedly, someone on the side grabbed him, it was Shi Zhiqiang.

    "Oh, it's okay, I just saw someone sneaking around, so I followed him!"

    "Oh? Then go quickly, I will also ask everyone to pay attention!"

    Who would have thought that after such an interruption, Nie Bing would lose sight of the man. He immediately had no time to say anything to Shi Zhiqiang and hurriedly chased him in the direction he had just gone.

    At the same time, the burly man stepped into the abbot's courtyard.

    There were not many monks inside, most of them went to greet the pilgrims in the major Buddhist temples. This burly man walked left and right, using the cover of pillars, corners, etc., no one noticed him, and he was found soon.  He walked into the Zen room where the abbot was, took out a black hood with only two eye holes from his pocket, quickly put it on his head, covering his neck, and then pushed the door open and entered!

    The old abbot inside was meditating. When he heard something strange, he opened his eyes and looked at the visitor in surprise: "Donor"

    "Stop talking nonsense! Take out the money!" The burly man closed the door, took out a pistol from his waist, pointed the black muzzle at the old abbot's forehead, and threatened.

    "Amitabha, it's a sin," the old abbot said, clasping his hands together, "The poor monk is a monk. Where is the money? The donor came to the wrong place!"

    "Bald donkey, stop talking nonsense! I just saw it in front of the mountain gate. Those wealthy businessmen from the south donated more than one million, right? If you don't take it out, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!"  The burly man cursed and pressed the trigger with his finger.

    "Donor, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, this poor monk really has no money" Even if the old monk has a firm mind about Zen, he still cannot be completely calm in the face of the threat of death.

    "Take out the money!" The robber was too lazy to talk nonsense and pointed his gun, a little impatient.

    Although the old monk was a little panicked, he didn't seem to be really afraid of death. He continued: "If the donor is short of money and living in embarrassment, he can come to the merit box in front of the temple at night to withdraw money. Buddhism is wide open, how can it be done?  Not helping people in distress? Normally monks who know the guest will not care about it."

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