National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"Hold them down for me."

"yes!"

The four were firmly pressed to the ground, and then the old monk Daoxin was gradually approaching the four with a knife in his hand.

The first person to be shaved was Li Mubai.

"Don't! Master! This is the hair I've grown for half a year! If you shave me off, how will you find a girl!"

Li Mubai struggled frantically, but unfortunately it was all in vain.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor is too lustful, and he will be taken care of by Qingxin from now on. You have to let him understand that the red dust in this world is caused by cause and effect, and that beautiful women are like skeletons. Let him wash the toilet and sweep the fallen leaves in the temple. When he realizes, he can wash up. .”

"yes!"

"What! Don't let me wash and let me do this kind of dirty work! You might as well kill me yourself and give me a good time!"

A middle-aged monk with a more handsome appearance picked up Li Mubai and left, his movements were so smooth.

Wan Tianle's next turn.

He usually shaves without paying attention to his image, which happens to save him money for shaving his head.

Soon, Wan Tianle also became bald.

"Amitabha, although this little benefactor looks simple, there is a trace of treachery in his eyes. He must be a businessman, Shimizu, you will be disciplined by you from now on. Remember to let him understand that money is like dirt, as long as he does something wrong As for the matter, you can just grab the money from him, and I have a relationship with the bank."

"yes!"

"You can't do this! You can't do this! Are you a temple or a bandit den!"

In this way, Wan Tianle was also taken away in the collapse.

The next person, Han Yi.

"Fuck! Anyway, I usually have a cropped head and a bald head, so there is no difference! Hahaha! What can you do with me, what can you do with me"

Han Yi's face is full of me, even if you use violence to oppress my body, my spirit is absolutely impossible to succumb.

"Oh, is it so?"

The old monk Daoxin showed a smirk, held a razor in his hand and said: "Your intention to kill is too heavy, and you have no respect for your elders. Today I will shave off your eyebrows, which means that your eyes are open and you can see things clearly."

"Your uncle! Why don't you shave your own eyebrows! Let me go! Let me go! No!!!"

No matter how hard Han Yi struggled, it was useless, and finally a bare head with no hair appeared.

"Qingshan, Han Yi will leave it to you in the future. I hope you can make him understand that he can put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Not everything in the world needs to be done by killing. Let him feel the truth, goodness and beauty of this world with his heart. He can only eat cabbage and potatoes, and he is not given rice, and when he realizes his mistake, he can eat rice, steamed buns and other staple foods."

"yes!"

"Fuck! You don't even give me any rice! You fucking want to starve me to death! You old bald donkey! You old bald donkey!"

Han Yi was also taken away, leaving only Ye Feng with a dazed face.

"Shave it, shave it, I don't care anyway."

Ye Feng looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, but he wanted to see what tricks this old trusting monk could use to break through his defenses.

"Hahaha, Little Benefactor Ye, this temple has no internet, electricity, or signal. If you want to contact the outside world, you can only use the satellite phone."

"No!!!"

Isn't it killing an otaku to lose his electronic equipment?

 …

All four of them were assigned jobs, and it was at this time that they realized that there were only these five monks in the entire Lingyun Temple.

Although there are not many people in the temple, it occupies a large area.

Ye Feng is responsible for reciting Buddhist scriptures to pilgrims in the Buddhist hall and answering questions.

Han Yi lit a fire in the kitchen and cooked. Looking at the meals, he could only nibble on cabbage leaves and steamed potatoes.

Li Mubai was responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the toilets and various corners of the temple.

Wan Tianle is responsible for the management of temple incense money and business outside the temple.

The four have a clear division of labor, and the nightmare also started today.

After 8 o'clock in the morning, the temple began to come one after another.

Seeing people voluntarily stuffing money into the merit box at the door, Wan Tianle was so excited, and even started to think about whether to open a temple in the future, the power of attracting money is really terrifying.

"Tianle, this is yesterday's incense money. You go and exchange all the money into red strings. We will consecrate Lingyun Temple in a while and then"

"Then make a fortune out of these people?"

Wan Tianle's eyes lit up, this is a good way to make money.

"No, no, these are money from benevolent donors. How can we tarnish this kindness after we take it? After replacing all of them with red strings, we will distribute them for free, Amitabha."

After Qing Shui finished speaking, he put his hands together and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

"ah???"

Wan Tianle is stupid, what does this mean? Give away all the money you earned yesterday for nothing today? !

the other side.

"Han Yi, you may have to work harder at the temple's fasting at noon today."

Qingshan walked up to Han Yi who was wearing a coarse cassock and was chopping firewood crazily and said.

"Huh! Isn't it just how tired you can be from cooking some people's meals?"

"For five hundred people, the two of us will do it."

"What! People in the army cooking class can't do so much! Are you crazy!"

Han Yiren Nima is stupid, he can't make meals for 500 people in one morning even if his arm is crippled!

"Monks don't tell lies, do things down-to-earth, don't complain, otherwise I will influence you instead of the Buddha."

After Qingshan finished speaking, her slack cassock suddenly tightened.

Han Yi couldn't help swallowing his saliva because of the distinct and muscular muscles.

"I understand, Amitabha."

Han Yi put his hands together and continued chopping firewood.

His heart was broken, this damn him was the first time a monk liked to use force to influence people at the same time.