Chapter 210 "Corporate Warrior" (126) Xiaojinsha Temple

Data shows that the first batch of monks in New Vegas arrived with the first batch of immigrant ships decades earlier than the arrival of the Crusaders’ missionary knights.

Buddhists took root early and built magnificent temples with exquisite craftsmanship, hoping to spread their religion widely on this desolate planet.

However, the efforts were not rewarded and the incense was never very strong.

The Crusaders missionaries, Star and Moon missionaries, and Druids who landed in the following decades also suffered failures. They believed that the land of New Vegas had long been forgotten by God, leaving behind dilapidated churches and mosques, and they gave up one after another. Go to other immigrant planets to preach.

Looking at the entire human federation of Terra, the major classical sects have either reformed and split or have declined, gradually being replaced by new religions, and the number of Buddhists has also declined sharply.

The abbot of Xiaojinsha Temple - Master Fang Qian,

He is a very individual and secular practitioner who has punished evil and promoted good throughout his life and has great personal charm.

This eminent monk came from a mediocre background. Although he was just a monk with no official title, he still cared about the governor's heart.

Master Fang Qian did not want to escape and ignore the sufferings of the world. He was not willing to just lead his disciples to knock wooden fish and meditate. Instead, he was concerned about the real world and was very worried about the local people's livelihood.

Under the teachings of Master Fang Qian, the disciples also seemed to be a little deviant.

Completely different from traditional monks, the monks of Xiaojinsha Temple do not particularly abide by the rules and precepts. They do not pay much attention to the practice of classic Buddhism. Their behavior is simple and their language is vulgar. They are completely integrated into the local social atmosphere with strong folk customs.

Occasionally, monks were seen drinking whiskey, nibbling steaks, and joking in the bar. The monks smiled and replied that the wine and meat passed through the intestines and stayed in the heart of the Buddha, which made people laugh.

The monks and lay disciples of Xiaojinsha Temple often go down the mountain to travel around the New Vegas planet and practice hard.

The monks advised local young people not to take hallucinogens, encouraged them to read more, and adopted many orphans to become lay disciples. Although the results were minimal and they were always scolded, they still persisted in doing this thankless thing. Therefore, Have a good image in the hearts of the people.

The monks took the lead in resisting hallucinogens, which can be said to be an act of courage.

This move has little impact on the drug business of major gangs. The streets of El Paso are still full of drug addicts.

The rate of depravity among young people has not slowed down, and the problem of drug abuse has become more serious. However, the behavior of Buddhists is still regarded by gang bosses as intolerable provocation.

"A bunch of slutty bald donkeys have eaten the heart of a bear and become a leopard! They dare to cut off my wealth. The governor doesn't even dare to provoke our gang! They are looking for death!" said the gang leader Rom.

The drug dealers and warlords in New Vegas cannot tolerate any rebellious thoughts. They hope that New Vegas will remain in a chaotic and barbaric state, and they want to kill all hopes of a better life in the placenta.

The bosses immediately turned their hatred into action. The monks were all blacklisted and received "key attention".

From time to time, monks who were seeking alms were shot to death randomly, and their bald and bloody heads were hung on telephone poles by the roadside. Their bodies were flayed and cramped, warning everyone of the cost of resistance.

The feud between Buddhists and drug dealers has been forged. The two sides are at odds with each other, and the tragedy will happen faster than imagined.

The largest temple in New Vegas, the magnificent Grand Golden Cicada Temple, was captured by a large force of gangsters. Although the monks who guarded the temple risked their lives to resist tenaciously, they were still outnumbered. Each and every one of them died in battle before the temple, and was trampled with blood.

Practice your own beliefs.

Master Shiyuan, the abbot of Dajinchan Temple, was disheartened and led his remaining troops to retreat to the pagoda to protect the relics of the founder, but he still could not withstand the spears and cannons of the gang.

After a bloody battle, all the Buddhist disciples were slaughtered. Master Shiyuan was unwilling to be humiliated, and he and his disciples set themselves on fire and passed away on the top of the tower.

After the massacre, looting began. The precious Buddhist relics, the relics, were taken away. The gold foil on the Buddha statues was looted and peeled off. The sapphire eyeballs were pried out with daggers. The gangsters did not know the cultural value of the murals and blew them up with explosives.

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The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the beautiful Golden Chan Temple was reduced to charred ruins, shocking the cultural relics protection community of the Terra Federation.

On the day of the murder, Master Shiyuan's chief disciple, Master Fang Qian, was leading his disciples to help build a vegetable greenhouse in a distant village. Therefore, he survived. He was well aware of the responsibility he shouldered and had no time to grieve.

A small number of monks and lay disciples were gathered together and moved to Xiaojinsha Temple, an abandoned temple located in a remote mountainous area far away from villages and towns.

Rumor has it that this temple was funded and built by a wealthy hermit. In order to practice Buddhism and stay away from the hustle and bustle, he chose a steep cliff as the site and hired skilled craftsmen at a high price to construct the temple.

After the hermit passed away, his followers all went their separate ways, and the Little Golden Temple gradually became deserted. Thanks to this place, the Buddhists in New Vegas were able to have a place to stay, and relied on the steep terrain of the temple to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

The reinforced metal door opened, and Lin Qi and others entered the temple. They saw the monks on the outer wall were still fighting. They all looked focused and had no time to pay attention to them.

The road inside the temple was also winding. Johnny walked at the front, and Lynch followed behind with the wounded on his back. After a fierce battle, almost everyone was defeated, and it was not easy to walk.

At the narrow corner of the road, I saw a young monk wearing a brown cotton cassock.

This man had a strong appearance, a sword in his waist, and a rusty old-fashioned rifle. The muzzle of the gun poked out the shooting hole and fired a single burst, driving the gangsters who had not yet left down the mountain.

The hot brass bullet shell hit the stone steps, making a crisp clanging sound.

The bullet casings were piled up next to the worn-out monk's shoes. The monk looked ferocious, with veins popping out on his bald head. He pulled down his right thumb and turned on the fully automatic shooting mode, shouting and firing all the bullets in the magazine:

"Go away! You evil beast!"

When the young monk squatted down to press the bullets into the magazine, the grenadier Lodayev stepped forward:

"Young master, you are too murderous, and you are spitting out sweet things. Don't all monks pay attention to...then what...by the way...be compassionate!"

The other party frowned and glanced at Lodaev with wary eyes.

"Hmph, it's a stereotype. Who said a monk must be a kind-hearted and good-natured person?"

"Well said! Times have changed, and automatic rifles are no more useful than Zen staffs!" Shaft laughed heartily: "Maybe the Namo Gatling Machine Gun Bodhisattva is enshrined in this temple."

"I didn't see the Gatling gun, but there were a lot of mortar shells." Wang Hongye looked at the pile of arms piled in the corner of the temple: "Perhaps, there are also mortar Guanyin Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple.

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"Look here, a whole box of fragmentation mines. Fortunately we knew the location of the minefields in advance, otherwise we would all be lame."

"Haha, this is called the anti-infantry mine Maitreya Buddha. It's so good, so good." Shaft winked and imitated the monk, and everyone burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!