Chapter 401: Beating Two Human Traffickers Barehanded, and You Call This a Fresh Meat?

At the entrance of Wang Dashan's home, Su Meng asked slowly.

"I wish to ask the Master a question. I am a Buddhist believer and often donate incense money to some temples."

"However, I am curious: why must one offer incense money?"

What? This inexplicable question left everyone stunned.

The two monks were also stunned, with a vague sense of ill omen.

But seeing Su Meng's face full of sincerity, they set their minds at ease.

The old monk clasped his hands and said.

"This incense money expresses your sincerity to the Buddha and is used to make offerings to the Buddha."

"Once the Buddha receives your offerings, he will naturally bless you!"

"Amitabha. Offering to the Buddha is only right."

Before Su Meng could speak, Dashan's grandmother spoke up with a face full of sincerity.

Su Meng glanced at her and asked as if by accident.

"But I see in the temples that those Buddhas are merely statues; they neither eat nor drink."

"What I am curious about is: where does all that incense money offered to the Buddha go?"

"Mainly because I donate eighty or one hundred thousand whenever I can, I always want to understand this issue."

Eighty or one hundred thousand whenever you can?

The two monks' breathing grew heavier.

So this big fat sheep hasn't been drained dry yet?

The old monk barely suppressed his excitement and, after thinking for a moment, said.

"Since the benefactor often makes offerings to the Buddha, it shows how sincere your heart toward the Buddha is."

"Most of this incense money is used for the temple's repairs and daily operations, as well as to support the monks' lives."

"Oh~~~" Su Meng wore an expression of sudden realization.

"So this money ends up with the monks, not with the Buddha!"

"Then the question arises: since this money is taken by the monks and the Buddha receives nothing, why should the Buddha bless me?"

"Is the Buddha so great that others take the money while he works for free?"

What? The two monks were stunned at once.

Those words... seemed a bit off?

Before they could react, Su Meng suddenly put on an expression of fear and trembling.

"Pah! What nonsense am I spouting? How could I say such things? Isn't this great disrespect to the Buddha?"

"If the Buddha hears these words, he will surely punish me!"

Seeing this expression of his, the two monks lowered their guard once more.

It seems this fat sheep is only slightly shaken; we must add more fuel to the fire.

The two monks cooperated with perfect harmony; the young monk spoke first.

"That is natural! The Buddha possesses both a compassionate heart and the wrath of a vajra!"

"Disrespect toward the Buddha is a grave sin; the Buddha will unleash thunderous wrath to punish!"