Chapter 451: Chapter 451 Use Culture to Enlighten Them, Not Fists

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Master, do you want to reconsider?”

“My brother is impatient and will fight with others at the slightest disagreement.”

“He’s ruthless and nasty. Many people in my hometown call him a hopeless cause.”

Chen Yu also began to flaunt his acting skills.

He repeatedly reminded Hui Bing that his younger brother was a wild person.

He would beat people up regardless of gender.

From the elderly to half-grown brats to feminists, there was no one he didn’t dare to hit.

The smile on Hui Bing’s face grew wider.

Good, very good.

This was what he wanted.

Most of the recently released prisoners were not accepted by society.

Just a tiny favor would make him bow his head.

If he weren’t ruthless, how could he deal with the unruly people among the pilgrims?

Only a qualified bodyguard could beat people without any scruples.

“Don’t worry, dear patrons. No matter how heinous a person is, as long as they are willing to put down their hatred and convert to Buddhism, they will have a good future.”

Monk Hui Bing looked at the sky and said, “It’s getting late. Why don’t you two stay in the temple and rest for the night? We’ll talk about the salary in detail tomorrow morning.”

“What do the two of you think?”

Monk Hui Bing kindly told the two that this place was located in a remote mountainous area and that it was dangerous to travel out at night.

“Thank you, Master.”

Chen Yu said politely.

Not long after, Monk Hui Bing brought them to a guest room.

The door opened, revealing a bedroom that was comparable to a hotel room.

“Dear patrons, according to the regulations of the relevant departments, you need to register your documents to stay overnight.”

“Please hand over your documents to me. After the registration is completed, 1 will send someone to send them back to you.”

Pang Guang’s heart skipped a beat when he heard he had to hand over his documents.

“Master, please wait a moment.”

Taking out his wallet, Chen Yu retrieved his identification card and handed it to Monk Hui Bing.

Upon seeing this, Pang Guang could only follow Chen Yu and hand over his identification documents.

“The two of you should rest. 1 will take my leave first.”

Holding their identification documents, Monk Hui Bing strode out of the guest room.

“Dr. Chen, if we give him our documents like this, won’t our identities be exposed?”

After confirming that no one was eavesdropping outside, Pang Guang closed the door and voiced his concerns in a voice that only Chen Yu could hear.

No wonder the old monk invited them to spend the night here.

It turned out that he was worried about their identities.

“Don’t worry, everything is under control.”

“This is a top-grade Simmons mattress. These monks sure know how to enjoy themselves,” Chen Yu said as he lay down on the bed, patting the mattress’s thickness.

At the same time, Monk Hui Bing arrived at a room that looked like a monitoring room with Chen Yu and Pang Guang’s identification documents. “Abbot, what can I do for you?”

A monk behind the computer stood up and greeted Hui Bing respectfully.

“Yuan Biao, check the documents of these two people and see if there’s anything wrong with them.”

Monk Hui Bing solemnly threw their identification cards on the table.

“Since you feel the two are unsafe, you might as well chase them away. Why did you ask them to stay in the temple?”

Yuan Biao was puzzled.

“One of them is fated with Buddha. If we chase him away, it would be a waste of talent.”

Pang Guang was just released after serving his sentence.

He was someone who could win in a one-on-five fight, and his attacks were vicious.

If all of this were true, he would be an excellent candidate to be a guard.

On the surface, the Great Buddhist Temple was magnificent, but undercurrents were surging behind it.

Not only were their peers jealous, but the authorities also targeted them.

Any applicants who entered the temple had to be strictly examined.

It would be a great misfortune for Buddhism if they led a wolf into their house.

Yuan Biao cursed inwardly.

The abbot was sure a drama queen. It was fine if he pretended to be pretentious in front of outsiders, but acting in front of his own people?

Although he complained, he still had to get down to business.

He picked up the two ID cards on the table and looked at their date of birth and ID number.

He took out his iPhone and took photos of them.

“Brother Liu, I’m your cousin; I… Oh, so it’s sister-in-law.”

“Hehehe, 1 miss you too.”

“Please tell Brother Liu that I have two documents here. Help me check their backgrounds.”

“See if they have any official identities.”

“Alright, alright, alright. If I have time these two days, 1’11 definitely go and enjoy your tofu.”

“Soup, too? No problem. I love your soup.”

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Biao turned around and said, “Abbot, please don’t misunderstand. Brother Liu’s second wife makes a good pot of Mapo Tofu. She also has a hand in her winter date soup.”

“Did I ask?”

Monk Hui Bing glared at Yuan Biao and said impatiently, “Send their documents back later and get them something to eat.”

“Keep an eye on that bedroom. If they move around at night, you should know what to do, right?”

“I know.”

“I’ll give them a good beating, call the police, and frame them as thieves,” Yuan Biao sneered.

“Bastard, how can you hit someone in a Buddhist temple?”

Monk Hui Bing put his palms together and narrowed his eyes.

“If they snoop around, just correct them in time and let them experience the thickness of Buddhist culture.”

“Remember, you must use culture to influence them, not your fists.”

Yuan Biao rolled his eyes as he picked up the IDs and walked out of the door.

The abbot was definitely possessed.

If he wanted to use weapons to beat someone up, he could just say so. What ‘culture’?

This Great Buddhist Temple had no culture.

What ‘culture’ would the abbot have?

The only thing he had was a bag full of money.

Soon, Yuan Biao arrived at Chen Yu’s room.

He handed over their IDs and provided them with some vegetarian dishes and refreshments.

Time flew by, and it was already around io pm.

“Dr. Chen, when are we going to take action?” Pang Guang yawned as he lay on the sofa.

“If I don’t do anything, I’m going to fall asleep.”

“If you can’t wait, go to sleep first. It’s not time yet,” Chen Yu said while playing with his phone.

“Even if we want to take action, we have to wait until after midnight.”

“Sigh.”

“Dr. Chen, let’s chat,” Pang Guang said, turning around.

“Is this temple so chaotic because of the influence of the demons, or because the monks are a bunch of money-grubbers?”

Hearing this, Chen Yu put down his phone and smiled faintly. “Before the demons arrived, the Great Buddhist Temple relied on local financial funds to survive.”

“Although they’re not rich, it’s more than enough for the monks to maintain their daily lives.”

“Many years ago, a piece of news inspired the monks in the temple and opened a new door for them.”

“What news?”

Pang Guang’s interest was immediately piqued. He sat up and looked at Chen Yu.

“Most of the temples in the country underwent commercial operations. A certain temple has applied for a total of 706 trademark applications and spent a considerable sum of money to establish a branch temple overseas.

“They even got an investment of nearly 500 million to buy a piece of commercial land in the business center.”

“They bought land here and there.” Chen Yu sneered, saying, “even having some momentum to enter the real estate industry..”