Sun Lang, who had already left Zhong Yi Tower, had no idea that a big conspiracy was quietly falling on his head. At this moment, he did not go home. Instead, he took a long detour and ran to a medium-sized temple in the city.
"Big monk, it's time to give out money."
In a small meditation room, Sun Lang and a monk sat opposite each other. The monk's hair and beard were all white, and his face was kind. He sat cross-legged with his palms clasped together, looking like an enlightened monk. It was a sharp contrast to Sun Lang, who sat opposite him with no proper posture.
Sun Lang swung the money pouch that he had taken from Hu Shouxin in his hand and twirled it a few times. He opened the pouch and poured out half of the money. The silver precious metal fell on the small table and made a crackling sound.
The monk's expression did not change.
"This time, it's the street on the north road of Xiang Lan Fang. There's a Qin Pawnshop there."
Sun Lang took back the money pouch and reached out to press down on a piece of broken silver. He pushed it in front of the monk. "There's a family surnamed Zheng with two children. The man's name is Zheng San. His mother is sick. There's a medicine monk in the temple who can help treat her. This is the medical fee. There should be about two silver coins left over for the old woman to buy some tonics."
Then he pushed out a second piece of silver. "There's also a family surnamed Xu. Their parents are separated, and only three children depend on each other. The older one works as a porter in the grain store during the day to support his younger brother who practices boxing in the martial arts school. There's also a younger sister who secretly goes outside the city to pick some flowers and fruits and peddles them on the street. Recently, the street is not safe. It's not good for a young girl to wander outside alone.
I see that there are many monks in your temple. Each person has a set of monk's robes. It's enough for the young girl to be busy for a while and practice her craft.
So buy some cloth and let her sew some monk's robes. This silver is her reward. "
After that, he pushed out a few more pieces of silver. "Money for the cloth. Also, make four children's clothes, five ready-made short shirts, and three women's clothes. Give them to …"
Piece after piece of silver was pushed out. Every piece of silver had its uses, no matter how big or small. Finally, he pushed a larger piece of silver to the monk, "The last five taels is for your hard work. You've helped me a few times, so consider it your reward.
The temple's expenses are not small. Occasionally, we will give you porridge as a supplement. You are not allowed to take a single cent more or a single cent less. "
"Amitabha … I thank you on behalf of these poor people."
The monk opened his eyes and smiled. He put his palms together and bowed his head. "I'm ashamed. As a disciple of Buddhism, I'm not as knowledgeable as you about the hardships of the people."
"The rich can gamble, whore, and watch performances. Their nightlife is very rich, but the poor don't have so much entertainment. Their biggest entertainment is to sit in the streets and talk about family matters after eating. They are very gossipy, especially those old men who don't need to work anymore. They know a lot of things." Sun Lang smiled. "When you have nothing to do, you will naturally know some things by listening to their nonsense."
"Amitabha. You are a merciful person," the old monk said sincerely.
"This good deed of merit is due to your merciful heart. Disciples of my generation don't dare to take advantage of it. Please leave your name."
"Then I wouldn't have come looking for you." Sun Lang smiled. "What's the use of this little bit of fame for me?
Moreover, if I personally give them money, they will naturally treat me like a living Buddha. However, the next time they have a problem, they will most likely come to me. It's fine if it's one or two people, but if a hundred or so people come, I will be tired. I don't live to help others. How can I stand people who come to me every day crying for money?
Moreover, people are deceitful. If my reputation as a great philanthropist is spread, those who need help will certainly come to me. What if those idle people come to me to cheat me?
I'm not someone who is easy to fool. Moreover, I have a bad temper. If I meet those kinds of people, I will most likely kill them on the spot. You see, this will definitely cause a lot of trouble … "
"Therefore, I'll leave these troublesome matters to you all.
You have a good reputation, and this temple has a good reputation as well. I've investigated it in private and it's indeed quite good … The imperial court has nursing homes, the Leaky Pond Garden, the Compassionate Youths Bureau, and the common folk also have benevolent societies. They can provide for widows and widows, but it's hard to keep the hearts of people. Things in the world can't go according to one's wishes. There will always be oversights. There will always be people who need help but can't get it.
I won't be staying in this city for long. These good deeds are just done on a whim. Perhaps one day I will get tired of them and stop doing them.
Only religious people like you can persevere in doing these things. I hope you don't spend all day chanting scriptures and meditating. Walk around more and help the people who are suffering. These good men and women have endless incense all day long and are worshiped in all four seasons. Don't just write empty promises and use the incense money to build the golden body of the Buddha statue. Don't talk about reincarnation and peace in the next life. Why don't you do more practical things now? "
The old monk was speechless, but he also felt that there was something wrong. Therefore, he could only offer a one-size-fits-all reply, "Amitabha …"
Sun Lang saw that his expression was a little constipated, so he pointed at the old monk and laughed, "You bald donkey, have you been chanting too much?
What I think is not important. What kind of person I am is also not important. What's important is that the money has a better use. The people who need help get help. What the f * ck are you still dissatisfied with? "
The old monk was stunned at first, then he smiled calmly, "It's the bald donkey's fault … Sir, you are a free man."
"Although I don't know how much of this old monk's words are true and how much of it is flattery, but as expected … I still feel pretty good."
Sun Lang, who was being politely sent off by the reception monk, was in a very good mood as he left the temple. He felt very happy doing some good deeds, and he also felt very happy being flattered. These two pleasures brought him even more joy. Moreover, he could go to those families in a few days to take a look. Seeing that their originally sad and gloomy expressions had an additional touch of light and hope, he would feel even more joy.
And the greatest joy was to discover that unexpectedly the monks in this temple did not distribute the donation according to his intention, but instead embezzled and embezzled. In that case, on a dark and windy night, he could replace Shakyamuni to give this bold bald thief a righteous heavenly punishment, to let him die with despair and remorse, so that there would be one less scum in the world. Doing this kind of thing was indeed very pleasant.
"Amitabha, amitabha, I always feel that I've been a little psychopathic recently. I'm really ashamed, really ashamed."
Sun Lang pretended to sigh, "Alas, it's not my fault. If a person is lonely for a long time, there will inevitably be psychological problems. It seems that I need a long-term toy … I mean a companion.
But rough men are an eyesore, and women are too troublesome. It'll be good to have a peerless cross-dresser … "
He had only taken a few steps when he came face to face with a carriage escorted by a group of horses. The reception monk, who was respectfully watching Sun Lang leave, changed his expression and turned to run into the temple.
Sun Lang smiled slightly and walked a few steps to the side to make way. The knights also slowed down. As the horses passed by Sun Lang, several vigilant and cold eyes were cast on him. The paladin shook his head and walked straight forward, shaking his head and saying, "Which rich dog came here to offer incense and pay money to buy peace of mind …"
He did not deliberately lower his voice and just sighed casually, but it was heard by a few knights at the end of the group. Someone seemed to want to show off in front of his master. His expression changed, he reined in his horse, stretched out his whip and pointed at Sun Lang, shouting, "You over there, what did you say?"
Sun Lang turned his head and smiled gently, "I said, which rich dog came here to offer incense and pay money to buy peace of mind. What, you over there, do you have a problem?"
His expression was neither timid nor arrogant. He just calmly repeated what he had just said. This kind of calm attitude was even more unpredictable than arrogance … But for these knights who were used to being high and mighty, not showing any fear, scruples or flinching was the biggest provocation to them.
The knight who asked the question turned his horse's head and wanted to come forward to teach Sun Lang a lesson. The paladin stopped in place and tilted his head with interest, with an expression that said "What are you looking at?" In the eyes of the knights who reined in their horses and turned back, he was simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
No one knew that in the heart of this calm paladin, there was a strong desire to show off.
Ah ha!
A business has come to me!