Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Walking out of the main entrance of the temple, he happened to meet the men who were following him. Jiang Shan looked at the people up and down with a cold expression. One of them was a man in his thirties wearing a black leather jacket and carrying a hat.

After looking at each other, the peaked cap and Jiang Shan walked past Jiang Shan as if nothing had happened.

Behind him was a short man with a mustache and another tall, thin man. They all followed the tourists into the temple with a calm demeanor, passing by the mountains and rivers. There was no trace of any guilt or strangeness.

Walking around the temple, I looked at the bustling crowd at the top of the mountain. Jiang Shan greeted a few girls and walked around to a quiet place on the side of the temple.

In some monasteries, some vegetables are grown in the fields cultivated by the monks. A slightly crude adobe house next to it should be the kitchen for the monks in the monastery.

Lin Xizheng was muttering about the pickpockets and angrily nagging several young novices who came out of the room and happened to see the Jiangshan people.

"Hey, you guys, who asked you to come here? Get out!" the young monk said in a very angry tone.

Jiang Shan frowned and looked over. He saw two young monks, about the same age as himself, but both were fair and clean and dressed in dark gray plain clothes.

"You are not allowed to come here?" Jiang Shan asked with a surprised frown.

"Can't you see it? Tourists stop..." The young monk walked towards Jiangshan and several people, pointing to a sign not far behind them and muttering unhappily.

Raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Shan sneered, said nothing, and greeted the girls to leave.

Who would have thought that the disdainful look on Jiang Shan's face seemed to make the young monk very dissatisfied. He pointed at Jiang Shan's nose and asked angrily: "What is your attitude? What is your attitude in the pure land of Buddhism?"

Jiang Shan stopped, slowly turned his head, stared at the young monk, and said with a sneer: "Yeah, what's your attitude?"

"you……"

"Monks, take a pee and take a look to see if you still look like a monk. I don't believe in Buddhism, but... looking at you, if there really is a Buddha, you will definitely not be able to achieve bliss. Angry, phase

, you haven’t even started to practice the most basic Buddhist mind cultivation. Do you really think you are a master after shaving your hair and putting on a cassock?”

"You...how are you talking? Little donor, you..." He stuttered a little when he was hit by Jiangshan Mountain. He was used to shouting at tourists on weekdays. Such an attitude towards them, tourists and laymen all nodded and obeyed. Suddenly,

Being scolded by Jiang Shan, the two young monks were obviously a little panicked.

"What's going on? What's going on?" An old man in his forties with a long beard, dressed like a Taoist robe, walked out from behind the house.

Jiang Shan frowned and looked at him in surprise, then couldn't help but smile. Except that the old man didn't hold a whisk in his hand and didn't wear a Taoist crown, his other attire was the same as that of a Taoist priest.

The two young monks turned around and told the old man the situation unhappily. Jiang Shan stopped and squinted at the three people in front of him.

"Oh..." The old man nodded and looked up and down the people in Jiangshan. Perhaps he saw that they were not dressed like ordinary people. He bowed and smiled, and waved to the people in Jiangshan: "Let's go out.

…This is the place where the master of the monastery conducts his spiritual practice. Because there are so many tourists coming and going every day, such a restricted area is set up so as not to disturb the master’s pure practice.”

Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows and smiled, looking around him from side to side, but didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. At the same time, he slowly pushed the Qiankun energy in his body out, and felt the atmosphere around him, but there was nothing different about him.

Curling his lips and smiling, Jiang Shan shook his head. Qingxiu was established in a noisy tourist area, and what he said was true.

Leading Zhao Jie, Murong Yueyan and the others walked out and walked around to the front of the temple. Around the gate, there were various stalls selling rosary beads, ornaments, amulets, and even peach wood swords.

Just when Zhao Jie and the other girls gathered in front of the stall to watch the excitement, two young monks followed out angrily.

"Donor, the abbot of our temple invites you." The young monk was obviously much more polite to Jiang Shan. He said softly, stepped forward and patted Jiang Shan on the shoulder.

Jiang Shan looked at the two young monks expressionlessly: "Host? What do you want me to do? I don't have time!"

The two young monks looked at each other, not expecting to hit a nail so directly.

The tourists on the side looked at Jiangshan curiously. After hearing Jiangshan's answer, they immediately broke into groups and started talking in a noisy manner.

You know, the abbot in this temple, ordinary people go up the mountain to pray and pray for blessings. It is extremely difficult to meet the abbot. Whoever is lucky enough to meet the master once and get the abbot's advice can be said to be lucky.

Fortunately, Jiang Shan refuses with a cold voice and disdain. In the eyes of everyone, he just doesn’t know how high the sky is!

"Donor, you..."

"No time. Do you understand?" Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows and repeated again indifferently. He turned his head and ignored the two of them, waiting for Zhao Jie and Lin Xi to choose trinkets with a solemn expression.

Perhaps because of Jiang Shan's attitude, his expression was too tense. After exchanging glances, the two young monks left angrily.

"Haha... little brother, can we talk?" A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a black windbreaker, with an extraordinary bearing walked out of the crowd and said hello to Jiangshan calmly.

Jiang Shan tilted his head, looked at the person in front of him, and nodded calmly.

"I wonder, little brother, do you have an opinion against Buddhism or the presiding master? Look at this little brother's expression and appearance, why do you feel a little angry?" The middle-aged man stood in Jiangshan with a smile.

In front of him, he said slowly.

From the behavior and conversation of this middle-aged man, Jiang Shan felt a sense of grace, wealth, and extraordinary bearing.

Licking his lips, Jiang Shan smiled calmly: "None of that... I'm just being outspoken." As he said that, Jiang Shan turned around and looked at the decoration of the temple, the newly painted walls, the bright tiles in the hall, and the few young monks in front of the door.

Seeing the scene of collecting the tickets, Jiang Shan slowly turned around and said disdainfully

: "Buddhists practice pure cultivation and cut off all worldly distractions...I can't feel the slightest Buddhist atmosphere here. To me, it is nothing more than a tourist attraction. It just happens to be a gathering place and it is lively...Besides, this is

Can our temple have any outstanding abbot?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of some of the vendors around him suddenly changed, and they all stared at Jiang Shan angrily. There were even some lay people and tourists who criticized Jiang Shan.

"What the hell, you're talking nonsense, and you're so rude to Master Yinchang!"

"Master Yinchang was also criticized and insulted by a childish kid like him?"

"This kid has gone too far. He actually..."

The voices of the people around him became louder and louder, and their accusations against Jiang Shan became more and more fervent.

Jiang Shan squinted his eyes and scanned the crowd with disdain, and smiled helplessly in his heart: It is really the power of faith. You cannot see through the essence and worship blindly! Is a host worthy of being so respected and sought after by everyone?

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