"We'll drag this out for as long as we can."

Lin Yifeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

On the way down the mountain, everyone chatted and laughed.

Around 8:00 AM, everyone returned to their rooms to rest for a bit before heading to Shaolin Temple at 10:00 AM.

The road to Shaolin Temple is not far from here. Since Shaolin Temple is built on the mountainside, it is itself a scenic area, and there is a parking lot nearby.

After eating a little something to tide them over, the group drove to Shaolin Temple.

Along the way, the group also saw ascetic monks.

A group of people dressed in tattered monks' robes walked towards Shaolin Temple, some going uphill and some going downhill.

There are also those who kowtow three times and nine times while walking.

This peculiar scene attracted everyone's attention.

On the bus, Lin Xiuxiu and An'an leaned against the back window, observing the group of monks in front of them.

"Uncle Lin, what are they doing?"

An'an blinked, her face full of curiosity.

Lin Yifeng sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

"Ascetic monk".

"An ascetic?"

Bai Yejin and Zhou Xuelan both looked out the window with the same puzzlement.

They were both very puzzled by this.

These days, news spreads very slowly, and you basically don't see ascetic monks in Muye. At most, you might see some monks coming to "beg for alms" when you open a shop.

In Shangdu, this is quite common; as the weather transitions from summer to autumn, you often see people like this.

Lin Yifeng patiently explained to the people in the car.

"That's right, they believe that this will make Buddha feel their piety."

"Therefore, we must use physical suffering to demonstrate the greatness of their spirit."

"To make the Buddha believe that they are here to save all beings from suffering."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Meng Ran didn't believe any of this, but he would stop and observe the group of people when they were stuck in traffic on the way up the mountain.

A moment later, a man dressed in a monk's robe approached the car window of Lin Yifeng and his companions.

"Hello, benefactor, I am..."

After some self-introductions, we finally reached our destination.

Lin Yifeng gestured to Meng Ran that there was change in the side door of the car.

Meng Ran nodded and gave the other party two yuan.

"Benefactor, Amitabha Buddha, may good people have a peaceful life!"

After a brief expression of gratitude, the monk began to walk to the back.

They asked me about it almost every time I took a ride.

Meng Ran sat in the driver's seat, looking at the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but complain.

"This group of people, there are at least a hundred cars."

"One meal can easily cost three to five hundred a day?"

Lin Yifeng raised an eyebrow.

"Too few."

"Sometimes it can reach thousands."

"If you give it to him, he'll say 'Amitabha' to you; if you don't give it to him, he'll just say 'It's all up to fate'."

Lin Yifeng didn't really care about this matter; he just wanted whatever they wanted, and it was best to avoid any trouble.

Meng Ran shrugged, also not quite understanding this group of people.

But soon, he became restless.

About ten minutes after the monks ahead walked, another monk came down the mountain and passed by.

This time, Meng Ran opened the window and gestured to the other party.

"Someone just came by."

The monk paused for a moment, then stared longingly at Meng Ran, and tossed the alms bowl in his hand.

This completely baffled Meng Ran.

He had never seen anything so insistent before.

Meng Ran took out a dollar and placed it in the monk's hand, and a bright smile immediately appeared on the monk's face.

“Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor is good at doing good deeds, and his future prospects are limitless.”

"When I return, I will burn incense and chant sutras for you."

Meng Ran rolled her eyes and closed the car window.

Lin Yifeng looked at Meng Ran's speechless expression and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Lin Yifeng was already used to these people's tricks.

He might say he'll do this and that for you when he gets back, but who knows if he'll even remember you after he gets the money?

At this moment, Zhou Xuelan finally couldn't help but complain.

"Why do you want more?"

"One or two yuan per person."

"Did we come here for tourism, or to give away money?"

Bai Yejin, who was standing next to her, nodded in agreement.

The two had initially been looking forward to the Shaolin Temple in the movie, but this scene completely ruined their positive feelings towards it.

To everyone's surprise, the first two were just appetizers.

When I encountered a traffic jam for the second time while driving halfway through the journey.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Meng Ran saw a monk walking down the mountain road from afar, bowing to each person in turn.

He looked at the monk in front of him, his brows furrowed.

"Anything else?"

"I'm not giving it to you this time, no matter what!"

"Damn it, this is never going to end."

When the monk arrived at the carriage, he immediately gave Meng Ran a blow.

Meng Ran initially thought that seeing a monk meant he could simply close the window and ignore them.

Little did anyone know that when the monk saw Meng Ran driving a Mercedes, two young monks emerged from Lin Yifeng's blind spot.

The two monks started singing without warning.

One person was responsible for striking the wooden fish drum, while the other stood beside them, carrying their hands and frantically spinning prayer beads.

A Buddhist chant rang directly in Meng Ran's ears.

Meng Ran's face immediately darkened.

He never expected that each of them would be so good at creating mischief.

At this moment, Lin Yifeng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't stop smiling. He hadn't expected these people to be so good at this.

Seeing that the group showed no sign of leaving, Meng Ran finally couldn't resist taking out a dollar from his pocket and putting it in.

But when the other party saw that there was only one dollar, they showed no intention of leaving, so the leading monk brought out the alms bowl again.

Meng Ran, with a dark expression, put in five yuan. The monk finally smiled, and all three monks thanked Meng Ran in unison.

After they left, Meng Ran sat in the driver's seat and lit a cigarette in frustration.

"Two yuan per person."

"Two yuan per person!"

"Which one charges per person, right?"

Zhou Xuelan was also a little confused by this scene, and turned to ask Lin Yifeng.

"boss."

"Were they hired by the Shaolin Temple to collect entrance fees?"

"When there's a traffic jam ahead, these guys start working."

"I'm starting to suspect that this traffic jam is abnormal."