Daming Super Daddy

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"I would like to donate 50 taels!"

"I donate 55 taels..."

A group of onlookers acted like they were going crazy, and took out handfuls of silver from their pockets, and they had to carry it with both hands to present to Master Yuan.

"Crazy, crazy, are these North Koreans crazy?" Looking at these North Koreans, Zhu Song and Zhu Mengcan were all a little speechless. This is faster than stealing money!

Seeing all the believers onlookers stretching out their hands to grab the silver devoutly, Master Yuan's old face was filled with smiles, and he waved slightly to the young monks beside him.

The young novice monks quickly took out several red boxes, each one foot long, one foot wide, and one and a half feet high, with two large Korean characters written 'merit' on it.

"Kindness box? Feelings come prepared!" Seeing these little novice monks holding a merit box, Zhu Song became even more speechless.

"This is 100 taels!" The No.1 North Korean commoner touched his whole body and took out 100 taels of silver, and put them in the merit box.

With a smile on his face, the little novice thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for the generosity of the benefactor, the Buddha will bless you!"

No.2 North Korean common people are 110 taels of silver, and the little novice is still the same as before, repeating the words just now.

These little novice monks are really shameless, holding merit boxes one by one, not letting any of the common people who came to watch.

It doesn't matter if you were here from the very beginning, whether you saw Master Yuan's 'performance', or whether you came here later, just to join in the fun.

As long as these little novice monks come to anyone with the merit box in their hands, they will donate more or less, no matter if it is silver or copper coins.

Otherwise, the people in Qingzhou City are all rich. If five taels of silver were left in Daming, it would be enough for a family of four for quite a long time.

Soon, the little novice came to Zhu Song and the others holding the merit box.

Zhu Youxuan, who had been successfully provoked by Master Yuan to suppress a trace of admiration in his heart, reached out and was about to take out a dozen pieces of silver and throw it into the merit box.

At this time, Zhu Song grabbed him, and without saying a word, he pulled Zhu Youxuan and Zhu Mengcan abruptly and walked out of the crowd.

The little novice was obviously startled by Zhu Song's actions, and looked at Zhu Song and the others in a daze as they walked out of the crowd. After a while, he called out: "This benefactor..."

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Zhu Song stopped, looked at the handsome little monk and said.

The little novice said solemnly: "Benefactor, Master Yuan is working hard here to cast spells, can't the benefactor understand?"

"Oh, I'm understanding!" Zhu Song shrugged his shoulders first, then rolled his eyes as if thinking of something funny, and made a classic 'Zhiling come on' action, saying: "As for Yinzi, I really don't have any But I can support you mentally, come on, come on, come on!"

puff!

Hearing Zhu Song's words, and seeing Zhu Song's arrogant look of blinking, raising his arms, half bowing his body, and clenching his fists, Zhu Youhuan and the others suddenly felt severe abdominal pain, and a feeling of wanting to vomit spontaneously arose.

This Uncle Song Huang (His Royal Highness King Han) is really a spoof, do you want to be so disgusting?

Chapter 399 Bulguksa Temple

I thought that Zhu Song's Chinese, these Korean local leopards should not understand it.

Who would have thought that not only those young novice monks showed shocked expressions, but even the North Koreans who were watching began to discuss:

"Who is this person? It doesn't look like a poor man with no money in his clothes. How can he be so penniless?"

"Who knows? But just now, their servants forced a way out."

"Be careful. These people are smart people. We'd better keep our voices down."

Zhu Youhuan and the others, who knew Zhu Song's character, naturally felt that Zhu Song's actions and words were ridiculous, but these soldiers of the Joseon Kingdom didn't know shit.

So in the face of Zhu Song's performance, the onlookers just felt that Ming Ming was too hateful and shameless to the extreme.

"Uncle Song, why don't we just give them a few taels of silver? Think of it as handing over to beggars!"

Zhu Youxuan suggested in a low voice in Zhu Song's ear that Xu was uncomfortable being watched by the people of the Korean Kingdom who were onlookers.

"For what?" Zhu Song glared at Zhu Youxuan, and said, "It's not bad for me to give them a spiritual encouragement. What's the matter, do you want to complain about these monks?"

"I..." Zhu Youxuan was on the verge of crying, why don't you say it so blatantly?

"Okay, okay, let's go!" Zhu Song really wanted to go this time, staying with such a group of ignorant mortals, even his IQ was lowered.

"This benefactor, how can you talk like that?" the little novice asked after chasing his ass, "My Master Yuan spent so much Buddhist power raising money for the other temples of Bulguksa Temple, if this benefactor is unwilling to give If so, why bother to speak ill of each other?"

"Evil words?"

Damn, isn't this still asking people for money while licking their faces?

This time Zhu Song couldn't take it anymore, he turned his head to look at the little novice and said, "You said just now that your Yuan teacher has consumed the Buddha's power? Please forgive my poor eyesight, why didn't you see anything earth-shattering?"

"The benefactor is too demanding." The little novice also had anger on his face, "My Master Yuan is the elder of Foguo Temple, and his status is respected in Foguo Temple. Naturally, the Dharma is profound. The benefactor is not a member of my Buddhist sect, so he can't see it. The Buddha's power diffused around my Yuanshi's body is also reasonable. As for the earth-shattering event, can you, the benefactor, let these papers spontaneously ignite?"

When talking about the latter part, a sarcastic smile appeared on the little monk's face.

Damn, who is this looking down upon?

You're shameless, right? I'll take your last fig leaf off!

"Shit!" The veins on Zhu Song's forehead bulged, "Do you really think I'm the same as this group of ignorant mortals? Since you are shameless yourself, let me paste your face back."

"Yuan Fa, how can you talk to this benefactor like this?" Just as Zhu Song was about to step forward, Master Yuan walked over calmly.

"Master Yuan, this benefactor..." The little novice monk named Yuan Fa changed his face slightly, and he was about to argue.

At this time, Master Yuan's expression turned serious, and he said: "Yuan Fa, you have become angry again!"

"Amitabha, this disciple knows his mistake!" Yuan Fa shuddered all over, and admitted his mistake with his palms up.

"Well, you can help Yuan Kong and the others pack up the Buddhist utensils." Master Yuan ordered Yuan Fa, then turned his head to look at Zhu Song, made a Buddhist salute, and said, "Amitabha, Lao Na Foguo Temple is true!"

"Fazhen?" Zhu Mengcan blinked and said, "Didn't that little monk just call you Master Yuan?"

"Oh, my little benefactor misunderstood." Fazhen smiled and said: "All the disciples of my Foguo Temple with the initials of Yuan take Lao Na as their teacher, so all disciples call Lao Na the Yuan teacher."

"So that's the case." Zhu Mengcan nodded and said, "But Master Fazhen, there should be nothing for us here, right? Then we will leave!"

"Wait a minute!"

How could the old monk let Zhu Song and the others go? He heard everything Zhu Song said to Yuan Fa earlier. The words were too harsh, and he was obviously provoking Foguo Temple. Let them go.

"I know what you're going to say." Zhu Song looked at the old monk Fazhen and said, "If I'm not wrong, the yellow paper you threw into the air just now has already been soaked in white phosphorus by you. Things like Lin are extremely easy to catch fire, as long as you throw the stack of yellow paper into the air as high as possible, and it will be ignited naturally after being fully exposed to the sunlight..."

Following Zhu Song's narration, the expression on the old monk's face was no longer the indifferent expression before, and it changed from blue to red, from red to white... It has changed several times.

Although I don't know what the white phosphorus in this person's mouth is, it should be similar to what he smeared on the yellow paper.

"The yellow papers are neatly arranged in mid-air, how can this be explained?" Fazhen continued to ask.