I, a hundred-year-old ascetic, shocked the world by walking

Lin Chuan walked into the entrance of Dongning Village with a crutch in his left hand, leaning over, and holding a bowl in his right hand.

Dongning Village covers a large area, although it is only a village, but there are thousands of villagers living here.

As soon as Lin Chuan stepped into the entrance of Dongning Village, he saw the villagers who were standing at the entrance of the village chatting with breakfast in their hands, and when they saw this, their steps quickened and wanted to step forward and ask.

Without waiting for Lin Chuan to come over and speak, the chatting villagers noticed his arrival one step ahead.

The villagers' eyes were a little hesitant, and after looking at one or two, the two who were chatting immediately left in a hurry with bowls and chopsticks, looking respectful and far away.

Lin Chuan continued to walk towards the village with his crutches, and then found that most of the villagers in this village respected him.

I glanced at it from afar, and then hurried back to the house, afraid that I would be deceived.

This was not the case before the villagers of Dongning Village, and it happened half a month ago.

A group of fat monks with fat heads and big ears entered Dongning Village, saying what to pray for the village, ostensibly under the banner of Buddhist blessings, but in fact they were cheating in the village behind their backs.

There are many kind villagers in Dongning Village who have fallen for that group of fat monks.

Not only that, these fat monks who deceived also went door to door to ask villagers to hand over incense money to merit boxes in the name of doing good deeds in Buddhism.

There are not a few people who deceive these fat monks, so it also causes the villagers in Dongning Village to have no good impression of the monks, and most of the monks only know resentful liars.

The villagers avoided Lin Chuan and chose to stay away because they had been deceived, so they did not dare to trust others easily.

There is a big road in Dongning Village, and the roadside is full of people, but the villagers behave exactly the same.

After the villagers on the road saw Lin Chuan, none of them stepped forward, but walked around, which was enough to see the attitude of the villagers towards the monk.

The audience who saw this through the new live broadcast drone found it very interesting, which clearly made Lin Chuan a scammer on the spot!

"If I'm not mistaken, looking at the reactions of these villagers passing by, I should think that the old man is a liar monk."

"That's right, this look is like a thief."

"Why would the villagers in this village stay away from the old man?"

"The reason for this is very simple, looking at the current situation of the entire society, nine out of ten monks are liars!"

In the live broadcast room, some viewers were also worried about how Lin Chuan would become a fortune today.

After all, the villagers in this entire village seem to be very unkind to Lin Chuan, and they should not be able to give alms.

Lin Chuan walked on the newly built road in Dongning Village on crutches, the village was exceptionally quiet, and the atmosphere was inevitably a little low.

The villagers who passed by all wore a strip of white cloth on their right arm.

After walking a few steps forward, Lin Chuan heard the sound of a nag.

Whistling, not joy or sorrow.

The whistleblowers blew the nag very sadly, and the villagers passing by felt a sense of grief when they heard this voice.

Lin Chuan followed the sound of the muttering on crutches, looking all the way and walking forward for about sixty or seventy meters.

With a snort, Lin Chuan came to the path.

In this path there is a row of old tiled houses, some of which have been abandoned, and the roof of the tiled houses is overgrown with weeds.

And inside lived a house, from which the sound of the muffling came.

Lin Chuan came to the vicinity of this family on crutches.

The boast was an old man over half a hundred years old, dressed in black and wearing white strips of cloth tied around his arms.

Standing at the door, a middle-aged man dressed in filial clothing and silent in grief, he looked very haggard, with two bruises under his deep eye sockets, and he looked like he hadn't slept well for several days.

In the arms of this middle-aged man is a black-and-white photo, and the old man in the photo is full of kindness in his eyebrows.

Lin Chuan walked forward with a crutch in one hand, came to the middle-aged man, clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and spoke reverently.

"Amitabha, hello layman."

When Lin Chuan's voice fell, the middle-aged man standing at the door also returned from his sadness.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes that were already crying and swollen and looked at the old monk in front of him.

When he saw the old monk, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately gave birth to a touch of anger, he was already angry with the fake monk, thinking that today was the day of his father's burial, he finally held back the anger in his heart, took out five hundred yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Lin Chuan.

Seeing this, Lin Chuan immediately waved his hand and politely rejected him in an action.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled disdainfully in his heart, thinking that the old monk thought that he had given less money, and finally he suppressed the anger in his chest, took out six large bills from his pocket, and handed them to Lin Chuan again.

Lin Chuan clasped his hands together and did not take the money he was holding, and opened his mouth to explain to the middle-aged man the purpose of his coming here.

"Amitabha Buddha, a poor monk named Sanxiang, an abbot from an unnamed temple thirty kilometers away, passed by this treasure land and came here to ask for some food, not the money of the laymen."

"If there is a vegetarian meal in the household, can you make it convenient and give some alms?"

Lin Chuan took out the bowl used for the transformation from the baggage, raised his head, and his eyes were like a pool of flat water, without waves, and there was endless peace and tranquility in his eyes.

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the old monk in front of him again, and the actions in his hand were slightly stunned when he met the pair of calm eyes.

The onlookers froze when they heard about the nameless temple, some of the people present had visited more than ten years ago, and there would be no random fees in the temple.

The abbot was a kind man, and he did not even receive incense money when he visited the shrine.

People who have not been there also know this temple, they have heard of it, and the people's eyes show respect.

The unnamed temple was established for a hundred years, and the last time he went up the mountain to pray was more than ten years ago, when the abbot of Sanxiang was already in his eighties, and he did not expect to see him again.

The people at the scene were discussing every word I said.

When the middle-aged man heard Lin Chuan call himself a three-phase mage, his attitude also changed, and the resentment in his eyes immediately dissipated, replaced by apologies.

He immediately took back the money he had just taken out and bowed apologetically to Lin Chuan.

"Master don't be surprised, the old man at home went to the funeral today, so he didn't open the fire to cook these days."

"Now there are only a few cold cakes left at home, I don't know if the master dislikes it, if not, I will go and get it now."

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Lin Chuan immediately saluted with one hand and bowed his head slightly.

"The poor monk came to disturb the layman today, how can he have a disgust for it, then he will bother the layman to run."

The audience in the live broadcast room was also very happy because of the middle-aged man's discussion.

"I thought that the old man would not be able to dissolve today, but fortunately, Bai was worried about it."

"I didn't expect the villagers in Dongning Village to know the name of the old man."

"Speaking of which, this middle-aged man's attitude is quite good."

"Indeed, his upbringing is extremely high, even if he does not recognize the old man, he took out the money from his body, which is really a good deed."

When the middle-aged man came out of the house, he had a few cold cakes in his hand.

"Master, there are only these two cold cakes left at home, and I still hope that Master Haihan, there has been no fire at home for several days, and there is no food."

After putting the cold cake into the bowl used by Lin Chuanhuayuan, the middle-aged man saluted him again.

Lin Chuan returned a gift after taking the cold cake, he was not in a hurry to eat it, but opened his mouth and asked.

"Who are you?"