The distance between Ci Fan Temple and the tea stall was less than 60 miles. This distance was nothing to Ye Zhengwen and Zhu Yuyan.
On the way, Zhu Yuyan introduced the situation of Ci Fan Temple to him.
"There are not many people in the Compassionate Fan Temple, but its status in Buddhism is very high. Although it is not as good as the famous sects such as the Compassionate Boathouse, the Jingnian Zen Sect, the Bodhi Academy, and the Shaolin Temple.”
"However, their strength should not be underestimated. The abbot, Monk Ci Fan, is also a grandmaster expert. However, due to his limited talent, he has always been stuck at the second level of the grandmaster realm and has not been able to advance for decades.”
" Yes." Ye Zhengwen nodded." With Sect Leader Zhu's cultivation, he shouldn't be afraid of Ci Fan and Pusui."”
Zhu Yuyan chuckled but didn't answer.
"When we get there, I'll take action alone. You can just watch from the side."”
The two of them walked for a while more when they suddenly heard a cry coming from afar.
Zhu Yuyan was curious, so she brought Ye Zhengwen to the source of the sound.
When they arrived, they saw a few people crying in front of a corpse.
These people were an elderly couple and a young girl who was around 28 years old.
The girl was dressed in ordinary clothes, but her appearance could be considered dignified.
The corpse on the ground was a young man. His body was covered in bruises. It was obvious that he had been killed by someone with a blunt weapon.
Zhu Yuyan walked forward and asked,"Everyone is crying so sadly. May I ask what happened?"”
The old woman glanced at Zhu Yuyan. She was peerless and had luxurious jewelry. It was obvious that she had an extraordinary background.
Naturally, he did not dare to not answer her question, lest he angered the noble and brought disaster upon himself.
Such a mentality was also the helplessness of the ancient people.
As the lowest class of society, they could not afford to offend anyone.
"Sob sob sob... This noble person might not know, but our family is all tenants of Ci Fan Temple.”
"I've always been farming for the Compassionate Buddhist Temple.”
"The eldest son and his father worked hard for a year and successfully reclaimed ten mu of land. Our family finally has our own land.”
"But before I could be happy, the monks from Ci Fan Temple came to my house and said that the field belonged to Ci Fan Temple.”
"The eldest son was not convinced and went to reason with them, but he was severely injured by the monks.”
"After that, we went to report to the government, and the government actually ruled that we lost the lawsuit and gave the ten mu of land to Ci Fan Temple.”
"Our family knew that we had offended Ci Fan Temple and could no longer live in this place, so we moved.”
"I never thought…Halfway there, the eldest son, he, he actually died because of his previous injuries. Sob, sob, sob…"
Ye Zhengwen clenched his fists as he looked at the old woman who was crying her heart out. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
Why did he hate Buddhism?
This was one of the reasons!
When he was on Earth, Ye Zhengwen thought that the ancient Buddhist temples occupying land, annexing land, and oppressing the poor were only seen in novels.
After reading some history books, he realized that these things were not fabricated!
The so-called temples that saved the world were actually the unscrupulous landowners of ancient times!
From then on, Ye Zhengwen hated Buddhism.
What wouldn't these bald donkeys do for the sake of benefits?
The Tibetan monks were even more outrageous than the monks from the Central Plains. Ye Zhengwen had been to an exhibition hall before and had even seen Tibetan monks using the skulls of slaves to make spiritual artifacts.
And that slave was only a child in his teens!
Such a group of people actually kept talking about compassion?
It was simply the greatest joke in the world!
"Hmph, a monk?" Zhu Yuyan sneered.”
After saying that, she threw a silver ingot to the family and left with Ye Zhengwen.
In this era, even if the families of the poor people died, there was no burial place.
Because not a single inch of this vast land belonged to them!
If he wanted to bury his family, he had to buy a piece of land.
Therefore, it was common to see scenes of selling their bodies to bury their fathers in television dramas.
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The two of them left this place and soon arrived near Ci Fan Temple. They hid on a big tree.
Looking at the Compassionate Fan Temple in front of her, Zhu Yuyan frowned slightly."Strange."
"Compassionate Fan Temple has always been prosperous with incense. Why is the temple door closed today?”
At this moment, the temple door suddenly opened. A group of monks wearing brocade kasayas rushed out and lined up on both sides.
An old monk holding a golden staff and a golden bowl slowly walked out of the temple door and down the steps.
Beside the old monk was an older monk.
"The one holding the staff is Monk Ci Fan, and the other is Pu Sui." Zhu Yuyan said.”
"They seem to be welcoming some distinguished guest." Ye Zhengwen nodded.”
At this moment, a barefooted monk with a wooden fish in his hand knocked on the wooden fish as he came to the mountain gate.
The old monk quickly stepped forward and chanted,""Amitabha. Disciple Cien greets Honored Indra Dehui.”
Hearing this, Zhu Yuyan's expression changed!
"It's actually him?"
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(This Buddhist passage is the author's real experience and is not malicious.)）
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