Inside the main hall, the three women, Jiang Jianguo, and Li Fengxia were standing at the kneeling area. Several monks in gray robes were looking at them with sneers on their faces.
"I'm telling you, this is a Buddhist holy place. You're making a scene and throwing tantrums here, which is disrespectful to the Buddha, don't you understand?"
"If you burn incense, you have to pay. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this door!"
A monk whispered to Li Fengxia, and the tourists watching outside the door started pointing and saying all sorts of things after hearing it.
"Oh, these people are dressed nicely, but why don't they pay for the incense? You have to buy incense when you enter a temple or a Taoist temple."
"Who knows? Maybe they just can't bear to spend money. After all, some country bumpkins are very stingy."
"Don't talk nonsense, you don't know what's going on."
Everyone was talking one after another.
"I don't have any money. If you want to fight, then go ahead. I want to see what your Shaolin Temple wants!"
Ouyang Mingzhu took a step forward with a gloomy expression, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the monks who surrounded them and laughed coldly, with a hint of fierce aura spreading from her.
How could the queen who rules the underground world of the North Sea be frightened by these monks?
"What's going on!"
At this moment, Jiangshan walked over with an indifferent expression and stood beside his mother. He looked at his anxious and angry mother and nodded, indicating that he would take care of everything and asked her not to worry.
"Jiangshan, these monks are killing us!"
"We burned some incense, and then they asked us to light a longevity lamp. I saw others only give a thousand or eight hundred, but they actually asked us for 188,000!"
Ouyang Mingzhu said this with a gloomy face, and after hearing this, Jiangshan's face instantly became gloomy as water, and his eyes were filled with murderous light.
These bastards are crazy!
One hundred and eighty thousand?
Is this a fucking robbery?
"One hundred and eighty thousand?"
"Oh, I really want to know what kind of incense and longevity lamps you have are so expensive. Come on, tell me. If you can't explain it today, I will never let you go!"
Jiangshan suddenly roared in anger and almost cursed.
Outside the door, the onlookers gasped when they heard this.
Oh my God, 188,000, are these monks crazy because of poverty?
"Be careful, this is a Buddhist holy place!"
"The incense you burn is our sandalwood, which has been blessed by Buddhist teachings. It costs 88,000 yuan. We will give you some small incense sticks for free. No money required."
"As for the Longevity Lamp, this aunt ordered the highest level Longevity Lamp, which costs 100,000 yuan, so the total is exactly 188,000 yuan."
"Are you going to pay this money or not?"
A slightly older monk took a step forward, nodded proudly and shouted.
One stick of incense, blessed by Buddhism, costs eighty-eight thousand?
A top-level immortal lamp, one hundred thousand?
Jiangshan's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he couldn't help but sneer. He took a step directly towards the monk, and a cold aura filled the air.
"Hey little brother, don't be fooled by them. I've seen people order this before, and it was only a few thousand yuan. They're ripping people off!"
Suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard outside the door shouted at Jiangshan with an angry tone.
"right!"
"There's no way this incense costs 88,000. They're taking us for fools."
"Is this still a thousand-year-old temple? This is simply evil-hearted!"
In an instant, the tourists watching outside the door roared in anger.
In an instant, there was a burst of complaints.
The faces of those monks changed instantly.
"Hmph, stop trying to make sense here. Past is past, but this time, our uncle personally ordered it, so it's 188,000!"
The monk, sensing something was amiss, spoke hastily through gritted teeth.
Uncle Master?
"Who is your uncle? Call him out!"
Jiangshan then roared ferociously, and the terrifying aura in his body instantly rushed towards the monks. These guys' legs went weak and they fell to their knees with a thud.
How could a group of guys who were no different from ordinary people possibly withstand Jiangshan's terrifying momentum?
“Yes…it’s Master Wuzhen!”
"He told us to do this. It has nothing to do with us. If you want to find him, go find Master Wuzhen. He's in the meditation room in the backyard."
A younger monk could not withstand Jiangshan's terrifying aura and shouted tremblingly.
Master Wuzhen!
When Jiang Shan heard these four words, his eyes suddenly became cold. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Okay, okay!"
"I was wondering why this thousand-year-old temple would do such a stupid thing and ruin its own reputation. It turns out there's someone waiting for me behind the scenes!"
Jiangshan took another deep breath and calmed himself down.
Then he turned around and waved to everyone.
"Everyone, there are some causes and consequences in this matter. It is a personal grudge and has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple. Please don't misunderstand me. It's okay."
Jiangshan bowed to everyone and said.
"So it's a personal grudge."
"That's what I was saying. How could a thousand-year-old temple do such a thing?"
"There are all kinds of birds in the forest. Even wizards are not necessarily good. Let's go burn incense and worship Buddha."
After listening to this, everyone nodded and dispersed.
Jiangshan had received favors from the Sixth Patriarch, so there was no way he would bring discredit to Buddhism. Otherwise, he would definitely make a big deal out of the matter.
"Mom, you guys go hang out somewhere else. I'm going to take care of something."
Then, Jiangshan spoke to Li Fengxia and others. Everyone nodded, knowing what Jiangshan was going to do, but no one stopped him.
Whoever was involved in this matter would be furious. Even Jiang Jianguo, a guy who had been honest all his life, was really angry.
"Let's go!"
"Take me to find your Master Wuzhen!"
Jiangshan patted a monk kneeling on the ground in front of him, grabbed his collar and walked towards the back of the hall. The air was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
At this time, in the Zen temple in a corner of the temple.
Monk Wuzhen was sitting in a room, holding his mobile phone, crossing his legs, and chatting with a so-called female believer on WeChat.
“Tsk tsk.”
"See if I can get another one and consecrate her!"
Monk Wuzhen smacked his lips, and the light in his eyes was very abnormal.
Da da da da.
A message with a cryptic meaning was sent out, and Monk Wuzhen put down his phone.
"snort!"
"You little bastard, I actually met you here."
"If I don't kill you, I'm not Wuzhen!"
Monk Wuzhen snorted coldly and muttered.
What Li Fengxia and the others encountered was exactly what this guy arranged.
The purpose is simple, revenge!
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