There is a small temple called Yuntai Temple in the north of the imperial capital. There are always few tourists. The monks in the temple have a very miserable life. A few days ago, a monk in white came from the south to save his life with Buddhism. In just a few days, an unknown small temple has become a place of attention in the world. The incense money collected can fill a room.

It was early morning and the sun had just risen. In the meditation room where sandalwood was swaying, an old monk in his fifties was sitting cross-legged. The old monk was the host of the temple. His Dharma name was clear and he was looking bored at this moment.

Last night, the white-clothed holy monk suddenly sent a message to him, saying that he had consumed too much recently and needed resting. He cured his illness and saved his life every day, and reduced it to thirty people.

I felt so weak when I received the money, and my heart suddenly became cold. There were no less than 50,000 people waiting for treatment outside, and thirty people a day, which was going to cause a big mess.

I sat there all night, but it was already dawn. I held my head and stretched my head and shook it. I stood up and left the Zen room. When I saw a few happy disciples cleaning, I smiled bitterly in my heart. I waited, you should cry.

When he walked to the front yard, he gave a gift to the Main Hall where the white-clothed holy monk was located far away. He walked solemnly to the front door, took off the door bolt, and slowly opened the wooden door.

What caught my eye was tens of thousands of outdoor tents, and the garbage everywhere was everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a huge refugee camp.

"The abbot is open"

"Stop sleeping, get up"

"come out"

...

Tens of thousands of people came out of the tent, with dense heads like a sea of ​​people.

Monk Leran picked up the trumpet placed at the door and said, "Amitabha, the holy monk has worked hard for many days, has consumed too much magic power and needs rest. From today on, the number of people who are treated every day has been reduced to thirty."

As soon as this statement was spoken, tens of thousands of people were in an uproar.

"Why is this? I came from Yangcheng by train."

"Yes, yesterday was fine, why did it suddenly fail? Are you making a mistake?"

"What a bad air! I donated several thousand."

"We donated so much money for nothing."

...

Despite being mentally prepared, Leran felt depressed, and was short-speaking and soft-working.

"Shut all, shut up all..."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, in a suit and looking like an official, stood on a chair and shouted with a loudspeaker.

People who were close to each other calmed down, but those who were far away didn't hear them, and continued to quarrel.

The middle-aged official winked at a young policeman beside him, who took out a pistol from his arms and fired three shots into the sky.

The gunshots were much louder than the sound of the horn. In less than five breaths, the whole audience was completely quiet.

The middle-aged official continued to say to the big trumpet: "The holy monk saves people, which is to save all living beings. He has saved many terminally ill people for free. You donate money by voluntarily, not what the holy monk wants. Take a step back. From the perspective of the businessman in your mind, if you give money, the holy monk should cure you as soon as possible. Then how much do you think your life is worth? Is the little money donated enough?"

Not far away, a middle-aged man who looked like a rich man also held a trumpet.

"Who said that you donated money and went straight to me to get out of here. If the Holy Monk likes you, he will not save people here."

The loud words calmed down the person who had just shouted that he had donated money.

Monk Leran looked at the two righteous people gratefully. If these two people hadn't spoken, he really wouldn't know what to do.

"How do you divide the share of those thirty people?"

Someone in the crowd asked loudly.

The quiet scene became chaotic again. Many people who donated little money were worried that they would not be their turn and kept clamoring.

It looks like I can't take advantage of it.

Monk Leran looked at the chaotic scene with a headache. Thirty of tens of thousands of people were selected. Most people would be dissatisfied with how to choose.

The middle-aged official who was righteous just now held a trumpet and said, "In my opinion, those who are seriously ill will be given priority to the country."

Those with severe illness were given priority. Everyone had no problems. Those who made great contributions to the country. In addition, the person who spoke was an official, everyone's fragile and sensitive hearts were suddenly stinged.

These days, in addition to scientists, the most important contributions are public servants. Why does this official sound like "let the leader first"?

"There are no ones who make great contributions except scientists."

"Yes, it's not OK except scientists."

"Apart from scientists, everyone else is a joke."

...

The crowd expressed unanimously.

The middle-aged official who prepared a basket of words suddenly became mute.

Seeing this, Monk Leran said, "Since everyone has made a decision, we will first select thirty scientists who are seriously ill and have contributed to the country."

The crowd became chaotic again.

Under the guidance of tens of thousands of people, under the excellent ideas of everyone for me and not everyone, you will be talking about it one by one, and accidentally broke down again.

Fighting incidents occurred in several regions.

It was useless to dissuade him, and he stood in embarrassment.

From morning to noon, and from noon to evening, it was getting dark, and only five people were selected without any controversy.

All five of them have contributed to the country and are seriously ill.

After looking at the sky, Leran picked up the trumpet, pointed to the five old men on the stretcher, and said, "I can't choose again, I will only treat these five people today."

It’s not like wasting twenty-five people’s quota in vain. It’s not like a big loss.

The crowd fell into greater noise and the fight incidents increased by more than ten times.

Many people who were originally just here with their families and were not seriously ill were seriously injured in the fight.

Suddenly, a dense gunshot sounded over the crowd.

The middle-aged official who was said by countless people to dare not speak surrounded the scene with thousands of policemen and soldiers.

"You mobs know how to quarrel and fight. It's dark and there's no result. Now I announce that on a relatively fair basis, I will be assigned by me. The one who is not convinced will be arrested and went to jail, dares to resist, and will be shot dead on the spot as a KB member."

If you are full of gunpowder, the chaos will calm down.

The middle-aged official looked at the crowd who were all honest and like elementary school students and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground with disdain.

"Talk to you well, each of them is 20,000 or 80,000 yuan. I don't know who I am. When I play hard, I will all be depressed. It's so fucking bad."

A few of them were furious and shouted a few times.

The middle-aged official looked over with a cold look and no sound was left.

When Monk Leran saw that the middle-aged official solved the big problem in a few seconds, he felt very moved.

No matter what era it is, what works, it is the gun in the end.

The middle-aged official walked through the crowd and went to Ran, performed a Buddhist ceremony, turned around and took out a small notebook, recited the names of twenty-five people, and explained their backgrounds, which were found in all walks of life, and most of them were seriously ill.

During this period, a person raised questions and was taken away by the military and police before he could finish his speech.

After reading the name, the middle-aged official looked at the crowd with a domineering look.

"Who has an opinion?"

"Who has an opinion?"

"Who has any opinions?"

After asking for a while, the crowd was silent.

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Chapter completed!