Chapter 169 See Sincerity

Luohan Temple, Damoyuan.

In the bright and transparent scripture hall, a group of sturdy monks sat cross-legged on the futon, and the scar-like brain on the top of their bald heads reflected a faint metallic arc.

At this moment, all the monks stared at the guest monk Huitong standing in the center of the hall, and the unconscious boy at his feet.

"Huitong, what are you doing? He is just a lunatic who doesn't know how to live or die. Since you have caught him, just kill him. Why do you need to bother Damoyuan for such a small matter?"

A monk complained with a little dissatisfaction.

Just now, he was fighting a group of unforgivable female Asuras in the Huangliang Buddha Kingdom of Luohan Temple.

Just as he was about to win a great victory and be able to save these evil beasts entangled in desire, he suddenly received an emergency warning from the guest monk and had to log off in advance.

There were many people around him in a similar situation, and a sea of ​​resentment enveloped Huitong.

Hui Tong lowered his head and put his hands together to apologize to the people around him, "Please forgive me, I don't want to disturb you from practicing Buddhism, but this madman's identity is really extraordinary, I dare not make a decision on my own."

The monks were surprised when they heard this. Some of them with hot tempers even jumped from the cushions and jumped into the hall, holding Zhou You in their hands like a chick, and fiddled with him to look at his body.

Swish.

The black robe was torn into pieces, revealing the boy's deformed body that was pieced together.

"He's covered in broken copper and iron, and stinks to high heaven." A monk said with disdain: "Even if he's not killed, he won't live long. What kind of remarkable background can such a small character have?"

Monk Huitong explained in a low voice: "This senior brother doesn't know that this young man is called Zhou You, and he is a newly rising confidant under the 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"'Tiger Head' He Zangjia, Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Association?"

Although these monks in the Dharma Academy of Luohan Temple are as hot-tempered as fire, they will glare at the king Kong and use force to save people if they disagree with each other.

But when they heard the name of the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Association, they still frowned subconsciously.

You must know that although Chongqing Prefecture is known for its wild and powerful people. But in this land surrounded by powerful people, the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Association can definitely be regarded as a major force.

Among them, the leaders 'Qianmen Eight Generals' are 'house owners' of the gold and silver buildings in Hongya Mountain, and their strength and status are extraordinary.

If this young man is really a member of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club, it is no wonder that Monk Huitong only dared to capture him alive and did not dare to kill him.

"How much merit does this man owe the temple?"

On the rows of cushions, a clear-headed monk asked.

After Huitong controlled Zhou You in the Buddhist Kingdom, he immediately checked his contract and files, and immediately replied: "To answer your question, the amount is not much, only 300,000 or 400,000 treasure notes, and it has been paid off not long ago."

The person asking the question showed a puzzled look, "Since it has been paid off, why did this young man go to the temple to rob people?"

As soon as the voice fell, someone next to him sneered and said: "What else could it be? It must be that group of stupid monks who knew the reception did not check the other party's background clearly, so they took the initiative to eat the absolute "The thoughts of the customers."

"Damn it!"

A martial monk cursed, "Huitong, how do you manage your subordinates? They are not good at their jobs and they only know how to cause trouble for the temple all day long!"

"Blame me? At the end of the year, when the temples distributed dividends, if you hadn't cried and complained about the small amount of money, which made the conditions for entering the Buddhist country more and more stringent, would the monks under my command take the risk of eating the dirty money? !"

Monk Huitong cursed in his heart, but his expression became more and more humble, and he bowed his body and said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, the martial monks didn't want to continue to trouble him, and they talked and quarreled.

"It seems that we were at fault first. If we kill him again, it will damage the reputation of Luohan Temple."

"Then let him go?"

"How is that possible! Although we were the first to kill him, this can only be attributed to the failure of Junior Brother Huitong's discipline. But this kid actually dared to kidnap the monk in charge of reception and enter the temple to rob people. This is a provocation to the dignity of Luohan Temple. This is an unforgivable crime!"

Go to your mother's failure to discipline her

Huitong, with his brows lowered, cursed in his heart.

"Yes, if we let him off this time, and everyone follows suit, how can our Dharma Academy collect the money owed?"

"But the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club is not easy to deal with. If they really come to our door, we will not be in the right."

"In my opinion, the host has put too much burden on the Yingkeyuan and Dharma Academy. To complete so many merits every year, the people below have to think of some extreme methods? In this way, the more bad debts there are, the greater the pressure on our Dharma Academy."

Hui Tong raised his eyebrows. Hey, which senior brother is this, who is so sensible.

"What's the use of complaining about these now? Do you dare to tell the host to reduce the share of merits this year?"

"I'm just saying this, why are you in such a hurry."

One after another loud voices came and went in the hall, making a lot of noise, making people's heads swell.

"Okay, shut up!"

Just as the situation became more and more chaotic, the head of the Dharma Academy, who was sitting in the center, finally spoke and made the final decision.

"The person must not be released!"

The head of the Dharma Academy opened his leopard eyes, looked around at the people around him, and said in a deep voice: "This is related to the reputation of Luohan Temple. Even if this boy is a member of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club, he cannot be easily forgiven."

Hui Tong took over the conversation and asked softly: "What do you mean, head?"

"First, detain the person for one night and see how the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling association reacts. If someone of the 'Eight Generals' level comes forward to plead for mercy, then it's not a bad idea to give them face. If no one comes forward."

The head of the Dharma Academy showed a hint of hostility, "Then take off his brain and put it in the Buddha's kingdom to serve as a warning to others!"

The monks put their hands together and praised in unison: "The head is wise."

At this moment, Monk Huitong suddenly made a gesture of listening attentively, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Huitong, what happened?"

Hearing the voice of the chief monk asking, Huitong raised his face and smiled flatteringly: "Chief monk, you are indeed as good as a god. Someone from the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club has come."

The chief monk of the Dharma Academy frowned, "Is there really an 'Eight Generals' to stand up for this person?! Who is coming?"

"It's not the 'Eight Generals', it's the master of this madman, 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"I haven't held him accountable yet, but he dared to come to my door to beg for mercy," the chief monk of the Dharma Academy snorted coldly, "This little card face is really bold!"

The head monk of the Dharma Academy waved his hand impatiently, "Let him go. Tell He Zangjia that he has no right to speak on this matter."

"He is indeed not worthy of pleading," Huitong chuckled, "But this He Zangjia said he brought a gift."

"How much did he bring?"

Huitong held his palm in front of him and retracted his index finger and thumb, "This amount."

"In that case."

The head monk nodded, "Then bring the person in and see if the attitude of this 'tiger head' is sincere enough."

"I will follow the head monk's order."

Huitong put his hands together.

At the same time, the explosion of muscles and bones and the hum of mechanical operation suddenly rang out in the scripture hall.

On the bald heads, the faces were hideous, with a creepy coldness.