Chapter 227: Fu Sheng in Despair

Xuzhou, Picheng, Golden Buddha Temple in the city.

The sound of a door closing shuts Monk Fusheng outside.

Monk Fusheng looks at the maroon door, which is inlaid with gold nails. He raises his hand, wants to pat the door, but puts it down again.

What can he say?

Saying anything is self-humiliating.

Being kicked out of the temple where he grew up, he feels like a dog that has lost its home.

He stopped at the gate for a long time, thinking a lot. Finally, he sighed, his eyes were tearful, carrying a package on his back, wearing an old monk's robe, he turned and left the door of the Golden Buddha Temple.

He left the temple where he had stayed for more than 30 years.

Recalling his experiences in the past few years, he felt a little fantastic.

The power of the Golden Buddha Temple is mainly in Yongzhou, Jizhou, and Yanzhou. In places like Xuzhou, there is only a small temple, and it is easier to beg for alms.

Although he was over 30 years old and not yet a true warrior, he had the identity of a monk deacon of the Golden Buddha Temple. Wherever he went, he had to be respectfully addressed as "Buddha Lord".

As a result, in recent years, many monks from other Golden Buddha Temples in the north have come to the temple. It is said that the power of the Huangtian Dao in the north is so huge that there is no room for monks from the Golden Buddha Temple in Yizhou and Yanzhou.

They had to go south to Qingzhou and Xuzhou, which were originally marginal areas in their eyes.

Those monks were all Qi Hai and Zhou Tian cultivation. At first, the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng was unwilling to accept them. However, the chief abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple, Master Ba Ku, personally issued a Buddhist decree, and their Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng had to accept them.

It should be noted that the abbot of their Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng was only a Qi Hai cultivator. So many warriors with high cultivation came at once, just like a bunch of superiors.

Once there are too many superiors, it will be troublesome.

Because they feel that they can't just eat and do nothing in the temple every day.

To create value!

But they are all high-level warriors, and they are negotiating with the Lord of Picheng to contract a block?

That's too tiring, and they have to fight and kill, take risks, and kneel down. They won't do it!

Going to beg for alms by themselves is too cheap, and they won't do it!

They have to use their expertise to spread mature and advanced temple management experience to temples in marginal areas like Picheng.

What "grouping competition", "begging assessment", "last elimination", and strict attendance, four times a day, and meetings to share begging experience in the evening.

It's just simple, and after half a month, the people in the temple are miserable.

Every morning, they get up at 15:00 (about 5:15 in the morning), first run around the temple ten times, then have a meeting before dinner in the dining hall, and finally eat at 4:00 (about 8:00 in the morning).

After that, they beg for alms in the morning, have lunch at noon, take a nap for half an hour, and then continue to beg for alms in the morning.

They can only go back to the temple when the Youshi is almost over (around 7pm). After a simple meal, they will gather together again, divided into groups, and hold meetings to share their experiences of begging.

The meeting will last until Haishi 4:45 (around 10pm), and then they can go to bed.

This is a complete day.

Day after day, day after day, as if there is no end.

A city is so big, and there are only so many people who can beg for alms.

In the past, the Golden Buddha Temple only begged for copper coins. After these bosses came, they put forward the slogan "As long as you dare to think, you can dare to beg."

"We came from the north and led the team to complete the begging performance of several hundred taels of gold. We came here to help everyone grow together! We will not cheat you!"

"If you don't want to beg for gold in begging, how can you beg for gold?"

"As long as you dare to think, everything is possible!"

"You must say loudly that I can! This will give you strength!"

I can your mother!

Fusheng cursed in his heart after hearing the nonsense of these stupid monks.

However, he was no match for them.

So, a few months later, Fusheng was eliminated from the last place.

But he had tried very hard to beg for alms, but he was not as advanced as other senior brothers, and he was in a good mental state every day, so he could plunder ruthlessly. No other senior brothers would lick him, and he was listed as a wealthy family in the city.

He was just an ordinary monk who had not yet seen the real thing. There were too many monthly begging targets. In the past few months, his hair had turned a lot white and his face had become much older.

His originally slightly plump body was so thin that his ribs were exposed.

"Fusheng, it's just a begging target of ten taels of gold. You haven't completed the task for three consecutive months. How do you let others look at you and your team members!"

"Others beg for dozens of taels of gold every month, and they can all complete it, but you can't even complete the begging target of ten taels of gold. Fusheng, you are a burden!"

What burden!

Before you bunch of idiots came, we were begging for dozens or hundreds of coins every month, and we lived well!

We haven't seen the money from the begging, isn't it all in your pockets?

But Fusheng can only say these words in his heart, if he says them out, he will die!

During this period, someone in their temple disappeared occasionally.

They didn't ask, and there was no explanation from above. Originally, they just thought they went out to beg for alms, but Fusheng accidentally found... their clothes in the suburbs.

Their clothes were worn by beggars.

Then what happened to them is self-evident.

"I have tried very hard!" Fusheng knelt in front of the Zhoutian monk and said, "Please give me a way out, Master!"

The meaning of burden is that it is useless.

"Hey! I know that the old man in your temple grew up in the temple, but everything in our Jinfo Temple is about money and profit."

"Without money, how can we spread Buddhism? Without money, how can we reflect the value of our monks!"

"Fusheng, go! I can only do this!" The Zhoutian monk said slowly.

"Ah? I leave, where should I go?" Fusheng was struck by lightning and burst into tears when he heard the news.

He grew up in the temple since he was a child, where can he go.

"You can go anywhere! But don't tell everything in the Jinfo Temple, if you tell it out, no one will protect you!" said the Zhoutian monk.

"..." Fusheng was silent for a while, knelt down and bowed to the Zhoutian monk, saying: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The Zhoutian monk hummed softly, and Fusheng could leave.

His savings in the temple were confiscated, saying it was compensation for losing to the other team in the "group competition".

He also had no clothes, which he gave to his teammates.

He only had an old piece of clothing, a Buddhist scripture, and a few tattered clothes.

Thank you?

Walking on the way out of the Golden Buddha Temple, Fusheng lowered his head and thought.

What am I thanking him for?

What should I thank him for?

He still has to say thank you!