The Struggle of the Reborn Prince

Chapter 33 Don’t give it to them even if you have money

The disciple looked at Zhao Tong in surprise. Why did the prince have a problem with the monks? Aren't he afraid of being blamed by the gods and Buddhas? He didn't know that Zhao Tong didn't believe in these things. In his previous life, he had committed many murders and arson, but God didn't do anything about it.

Why did he let him be reincarnated as a prince, although this prince is relatively unlucky.

'Dong dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.' While the disciples were stunned, there was another sound of gongs and drums. Several people were wearing ragged clothes, but their faces were painted in colorful colors. They were all like ghosts, beating gongs and drums, and talking in their mouths.

Not idle either, he rushed to the door whining and screaming.

"Here comes the night hunter!" the doorman exclaimed and was about to close the door.

"Uncle Tian, ​​why are you closing the door?" Zhao Tong stopped and asked the disciple.

"Second Master, they are all poor beggars who can't survive the last year. Every time at this time, they dress up as ghosts, judges, Zhong Kui, Kitchen King ghosts, beat gongs and drums, pretend to drive away diseases and ghosts from their masters, and beg for some food and wine.

, one batch is given, and another batch comes immediately, which is the most troublesome!" Menzi explained hurriedly.

"Oh, then what are we waiting for? Jianxi, go and get some money. Uncle Tian, ​​go to the kitchen and make some Laba porridge, and ask the person in charge to bring some white rice to them." Zhao Tong said after listening to the instructions.

"Ah?!" The disciple was confused. If he had money, he would not give it to the monk but to the beggar. What did the prince want to do?

"Ah, what, go quickly!" Another older disciple said.

"Second Master is"

"You still don't know who the Second Master is? He looks down on the poor. Look at the new clothes we are wearing and the coins ringing in our pockets. Aren't they all given by the Second Master?" said the old disciple.

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"Oh, yes, the second master is a good man who cares about the poor!" The two disciples went about their business in a hurry.

When the monks saw a group of people arriving in front of the door, beating gongs and drums without music, dancing with unsettled dance steps, and shouting "嘢嘢Ah", they curled their lips in disdain, thinking in their hearts, we are...

Authentic Buddhist disciples were chanting the eight-hundred-liter Diamond Sutra, but this family gave them just a few liters of rice without even a copper plate. I'm afraid you poor beggars can't even get enough white rice, so go ahead and mess around!

"Zhong Kui is here, the kid runs away"

"The Stove King is here, the house is peaceful." Several people were jumping and singing auspicious words, which was a bit more lively than the monk's place over there.

"Come on, come on, thank you for your hard work. My master has prepared Laba porridge for you. Let's have a bowl first to lighten your stomach!" At this moment, Menzi came out, followed by several kitchen helpers carrying porridge buckets and holding a stack of bowls.

Zhao Tong ordered his disciples to bring a table, put bowls on it, serve hot porridge, and called them over.

It's really a good thing to be able to drink a bowl of steaming porridge on this cold day. Several of the 'nighthawks' were a little frightened and thanked them in unison. They put down the thing in their hands and rubbed their hands on their bodies before picking it up.

Bowl of porridge.

Zhao Tong pretended to be curious and stepped forward to play with their gongs and drums. Uncle and uncle called out affectionately. Before finishing the bowl of porridge, he became familiar with several people, "Uncle, this year is good.

Are you having a good time?"

"Hey, young master, you don't know that although this year's harvest is good, there have been successive locust plagues in the past few years and the fields have failed. We can only borrow debt to survive. The food harvested this year is not enough to repay the debt. We have no choice but to shamelessly beg for some.

Things, otherwise the whole year will be miserable!" the old man said with a sigh.

"Yes, although the harvest is good, the tax collected is 30% higher than in previous years. I sold the cows to barely pay my husband, and I don't know what to do even in the spring!" Another man took a sip of porridge.

He shook his head and said.

"To celebrate the occasion, I will give each person two liters of white rice and one meter of copper coins (one hundred Wen)!" Zhao Tong said. Judging from their lives, his father has now developed from a small and sneaky 'corruption' to a lawless torment.

, resulting in a current fiscal deficit, and Cai Jing had to start using Cai Jing to increase taxes.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Several night-timers took the things and thanked them non-stop.

"This is not the young master, but the master of our family!" Menzi reminded.

"Ah?" Several people were surprised that the owner of this family was so young. "Although I am young, I have a heart of Buddha. I will surely be a high official, ride a horse, and be free from illness and disaster in my life!" They immediately changed their minds and received rave reviews.

ah.

"What kind of Bodhisattvas are we? We have been standing here for a long time without giving any money. They sang a few words and gave us rice and money. The porridge smelled better than the porridge in our temple." The monks couldn't help it.

I cursed in my belly, and the sound of chanting sutras immediately increased by 200 decibels, and the wooden fish beat louder.

"Second Master, do you think the monk also gave them some money to send them away? It would save them trouble at our door." Jianxi asked in a low voice.

"Why give it to them? It's great to be able to listen to sutra chanting for free, pray for blessings and ward off disasters!" Zhao Tong rolled his eyes and said, and when he saw that Wang Yong was determined not to give it, he stopped.

Nonsense, just watch the fun.

In the surrounding area of ​​more than ten miles, there were not many wealthy families, and even fewer were willing to give money and rice. As soon as the news of the money and rice being given away by the Zhao Mansion spread, the night-hunters all moved towards this direction, and one group left, and the other

They were immediately picked up, and there was an endless stream of people. Zhao Tong always had two liters of rice per person, which cost a lot of money, which was enough for Laba porridge. Later, more people came, so he simply asked the kitchen to set up two large pots at the door to cook porridge, but

Just ignore those monks.

These monks are really tenacious. If you don’t pay me, I won’t leave. I fell in love with you. I don’t believe you. You dare to disrespect the Buddha in front of everyone. But their mouths are dry from chanting sutras and their skins are worn out.

His hands were tired and sore from knocking, and his feet were numb from the cold. Zhao Tong just turned a blind eye and ignored them, letting them do what they did.

The Zhao Mansion has a large population, and people have to buy food and clothing from outside. A small market gradually formed in front of their door. After midnight, the weather became warmer, and people who were doing business in the nearby village came out.

Gradually, there were more people. Seeing the constant sound of gongs and drums here, people gathered around to watch the fun and have a bowl of porridge.

"I tell you guys, people don't want to see you. Go away quickly. Don't be embarrassed here!" A guy drank the porridge, burped and wiped his mouth and said in front of the monks.

"Yes, yes, just give it and leave!"

"Oh, people's hearts are not as good as they used to be these days. All the monks want money!"

"Just give them a few bucks, why bother being serious with them!"

People talked a lot, some said that Zhao Tong and the others were digging for money, and some said that the monk was greedy and made a fuss.

"Brother, don't make trouble with these Buddhas. They have been standing there for a long time. Just give them a few dollars and it will be considered a good relationship!" an old lady interjected.

"We gave him five liters of rice, but he still wanted money. If he didn't give it, he would block the door and refuse to leave. How could he ask for it? He was clearly blackmailing us!" Jianxi quickly explained.

"Then it's your fault. If they give it to you, just leave. Why are you blocking other people's doors?" the old lady advised several monks.

"Amitabha, I am merciful. This family is stubborn and will be punished by heaven. We are going to save them once!" The monk holding the Buddha statue said the Buddha's name. He saw that a bunch of beggars could drink porridge and get money.

He had been holding back his anger for a long time, but he couldn't do anything when people ignored him. Now he caught someone to talk to, and finally couldn't help but speak out.

"What are you talking about? Who is being punished by God? I see you bald donkeys seeking death!" Jianxi knew that the prince only left the palace because he was said to be a monster. The monk's words hit their point of pain. How could he?

If he could not be angry, he jumped out and cursed.

"If you don't believe in the Buddha or respect the Buddha, you will go to the Abi Hell and never be reincarnated for eternity!" The monk was not to be outdone and said with a glare.

"Oh, you are still playing tricks on us!" Jian Xikan's words became more and more ugly, and he jumped up in anger, "Pan Long, Xue Feng, get rid of these bald donkeys!" He shouted at me.

He shouted from the door, and as soon as Jianxi finished speaking, two burly men with murderous looks walked out of the house, "Whoever dares to cause trouble here, I'll beat the crap out of him!" Pan Long looked ferocious and shouted with his eyes wide open,

His voice overwhelmed everyone else's voices, and the front door immediately became clear.

"These few monks have blackmailed our family and dared to insult the second master!" Jian Xi pointed at a few monks and said.

"Dare you scold the second master? You are tired of living!" Since Pan Long and the others arrived at the house, they were entertained with good wine and good food every day. Before they were used, the two of them had already been holding back their energy. They stretched out their hands and started beating them.

The monk was frightened when he saw them coming out. He didn't expect that they didn't care about them just now because they couldn't afford to offend them. Now it's too late to regret it. He just closed his eyes and waited to be beaten.

"Stop, why are you arguing with a few monks?" Zhao Tong saw this and quickly stopped them.

"They dare to scold the second master, but they deserve a beating!" Xue Feng said angrily.

"Oh, if a dog bites someone, how can we bite him back?" Zhao Tong said, waving a spoon for ladling porridge.

"Haha, the Second Master is right, I'm going to give them an advantage today!" Pan Long laughed and retreated behind him. Seeing a child's funny words, the people around him all laughed too, and several monks were so angry that they

She was trembling, but looking at the two strong men, she didn't dare to have a fit.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing wrong? You have to be a monk, and you can't even get a wife. Now you can become a monk, so just do it. Don't learn from it. If you don't eat fast and chant Buddha in the temple, you will follow the example of the scoundrels and eat the king's meal.

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"Little benefactor, we are building good relationships and saving all sentient beings, how can we be scoundrels?" A monk saw Zhao Tong's "harmony" and bravely said.