Chapter 402

"Oh? Really?" Su Meng said carelessly.

"The incense money we devotees offer is meant for the Buddha, yet the monks spend it themselves."

"Stealing the Buddha's money—isn't that disrespectful to the Buddha?"

"Why hasn't the Buddha struck them down with thunderous wrath?"

Sss… Many in the live stream changed expression.

On-site, the two monks were stunned.

Isn't this big fatty just an idiot?

How could he ask such a tricky question?

The two monks had no idea how to answer this question.

The young monk was already growing furious.

"You offer incense money to prove your devotion to the Buddha!"

"If you have no devotion at all, how can you expect the Buddha to protect you?"

"Dream on!"

"Heh…" Su Meng sneered softly.

"Just heard I offered incense money, and you say I'm deeply devoted."

"Now that I have no money, I'm not devoted anymore?"

"So your measure of devotion to the Buddha is how much money you give?"

"So devotion to the Buddha… is just like buying and selling at the market, weighed by the jin?"

…

Sss…

In the school, the director of the left-behind children suddenly paled, sucked in a sharp breath, and collapsed onto the floor.

As a public figure, Su Meng saying this in such a public setting…

Fuck! Is this the rhythm of paohongfu Buddhism?

Thinking of this, the director felt a great disaster looming over him.

I'm just a tiny variety show—why must you destroy me?

…

At Star Sea Entertainment, Duan Jiangping and Qin Jie exchanged a glance, both shuddering involuntarily.

Are you fucking attacking Buddhism?

Don't you think you're dying too slowly?

This is about religion!

If you don't believe, just ignore them—why attack them for no reason?

Do you know how many billionaires are Buddhist devotees?

Do you know how many bundles of cash are stuffed into the merit boxes of certain temples, thrown in by them?

What would happen if all these people joined forces?

Have you thought about that?

…

Not just them—the live stream had exploded.

Countless comments flooded the screen like a waterfall.

"Fuck! Is Su Meng that bold? He dares say anything?!"

"Su Meng makes perfect sense—I'm left speechless."

"They say sincerity brings miracles—but what's the standard for sincerity? Money?"

"Money makes the devil push the mill—now does money make the Buddha protect you?"

"It's terrifying to think about! Truly terrifying!"

"Nonsense! Su Meng is talking nonsense! Buddhism leads people to goodness—what's wrong with that?"

"Up there, can you answer Su Meng's questions?"

"I suddenly feel Su Meng's in big trouble!"

"Agreed—Su Meng's area-of-effect attack is way too broad!"

"Holy shit! Su Meng already dragged down many lofty things—now he's going all out, trying to pull the Buddha off his pedestal?"

…

At Wang Dashan's door, Su Meng glanced at the photographer, stunned, and chuckled.

"Of course, this question isn't something you two can answer."

"After all, you two… aren't real monks!"

What? The two monks were dumbfounded.

They stammered.

"Y-you're talking nonsense!"

"We… how could we not be real monks?"

Su Meng gave a cold smile and spoke calmly.

"I've played with you long enough—I'm done."

"Since you claim to be real monks, then… recite a passage of the Great Compassion Mantra."

What? The two monks turned green.

Su Meng sneered.

"You can't even recite the Great Compassion Mantra, and you dare call yourself a monk?"

"You guys really don't even bother doing your homework when you scam people."

"Do you know that according to the Regulations on Religious Affairs, religious activities may only be conducted within designated religious venues?"

"Do you know that according to the China Buddhist Association's rules, begging for alms is prohibited?"

"No wonder you only dare scam people in this backwater mountain valley…"

Seeing they were completely exposed, the two monks could no longer hold it together.

They collapsed onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Venerable layperson… no, big brother, please spare us."

"Yes yes, I'm already this old…"

"Old?" Su Meng snorted coldly, speaking calmly.

"Pull off your fake beard!"

"With such a pathetic makeup technique, you thought you could fool me?"

"But you're at least dedicated—you even bothered to dress up before going out to scam people. That's effort."

"Better than those fresh-faced idols who use stand-ins for everything except kissing and sex scenes."

???

Countless heads above them floated three large question marks.

I feel like you're insinuating something, but I have no proof.

…

Seeing there was no way to hide it anymore, the old monk trembled as he pulled off his beard.

Without the beard, he looked much younger.

Su Meng snorted, then turned to ask Wang Dashan's grandmother.

"Wang Dashan's grandmother, do you understand now?"

"These two are frauds. How much money did they swindle from you?"

Wang Dashan's grandmother was still dazed, and replied instinctively.

"A hundred… one hundred and twenty-three yuan…"

"Are you even human?" Su Meng exploded in rage.

If it had been a round number, that would've been bad enough.

But this exact amount—down to the last yuan—means she gave them every last cent she had!

Both men were on the verge of tears and quickly fished the money from their pockets, handing it over.