Shi Ling suddenly realized: "Oh, Fanning Temple!"
"Have you heard of it?"
The little monk's eyes lit up instantly.
Shi Ling said indifferently: "No."
The little monk's face instantly fell, and he stared at her with dead eyes, "Then what are you saying?"
Shi Ling smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. I heard my friend talk about Fanning Temple. She's from Heyun Monastery."
The young monk then began to look at Shi Ling with more favor. "My master has a good relationship with Taoist Priest Linfeng of Heyun Temple. They often play chess and drink tea together. Benefactor, let me tell you, if you truly want to worship Buddha, you have to come to Fanning Temple, the number one ancient temple in Yuncheng, officially certified by the Buddhist Association. Wuzai Temple only has a geographical advantage and a good name. Let me tell you, the monks in their temple are all fake. It's like a large-scale cosplay."
Shi Ling became interested, "How do you say that?"
The young monk shook his head and said in a condescending tone, "The monks they have are all fake. After get off work, they have wives and children, and they indulge in wine, meat, and sex. Some fake monks even watch inappropriate videos during their breaks."
Shi Ling was surprised: "At your young age, you still know what a borderline video is?"
The young monk rolled his eyes and said, "Donor, this is the Internet age. It's not like our temple doesn't have internet access."
Shi Ling: "So what do you usually do?"
The little monk complained: "Online classes."
Shi Ling gave him a sympathetic look, "How pitiful."
The young monk glared at her and said, "You're the one who's miserable. I became a monk early, so there weren't so many requirements. Now you need a bachelor's degree to become a monk. For someone like you, well, I don't think our temple would even accept you."
Shi Ling: "..." Is this little monk a hedgehog? Why is his words so prickly?
"If you look down on Wuzai Temple, then why did you come here?"
The young monk slyly waved his phone beneath his robes and said righteously, "Of course I'm recording evidence to expose this fake temple. The masters are indifferent to fame and fortune, unconcerned with worship, and willingly live in seclusion in the mountains. But I won't allow this fake temple, profiting off the Buddha, to tarnish the reputation of Buddhism! We can't let people come to Yuncheng and only know about the Wuzai Temple next to Xiguang Hospital, but not the thousand-year-old temple on Fanning Mountain."
Shi Ling listened and applauded: "Amazing! At such a young age, you can talk about grabbing customers in such a refreshing and refined way. Has the business war spread to the pure land of Buddhism now?"
The young monk glared at her, his face red with anger. "What do you mean by stealing customers? We at Fanning Temple don't care about those incense offerings. I just can't stand them using the smell of money to taint our Buddha!"
Shi Ling nodded in agreement, "Yes, copper is indeed a stain, and Buddha statues should be made of gold."
The little monk was so angry that his mouth turned up to the sky. "I won't talk to someone like you who has no faith!"
Shi Ling: "Who said I have no faith? I believe in Marxism."
Just as the two were bickering, several monks suddenly surrounded them.
The leading monk pointed at the young monk and said, "He was the one who sneaked into the monks' quarters and took photos! He's not a monk from our temple, he must have been sent by another temple!"
Shi Ling sighed softly and stood aside to watch the fun.
"Little bastard, which temple are you from? What are you doing sneaking into the monk's room?"
Those middle-aged monks were broad and fat, and their appearance was consistent with people's idea of a high-level monk, but their faces were not kind, and they looked ferocious when questioning the young monk.
Seeing this, the little monk knew that he could not escape, so he stared at Shi Ling who was watching the show on the side.
"sister!"
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