I've heard of this happening in Las Vegas too. It's an old scam to give the impression of a gift or blessing, then asking for donations to guilt people into giving money. In addition to individual or group-work scammers, there are also cults out there who send out (traffic) their people to "work" in various capacities, often involving selling something or another. Many cults sustain themselves on the unpaid labor of their adherents, so that's a thing... but in this case it seems more likely that the scammers were just pretending to have some affiliation to a temple to bilk naive foreigners.
In southeast Asia, Buddhist mendicancy (alms begging) is relatively common, and in some places (like Luang Prabang in Laos), a famous attraction for tourists and laypeople to come and help feed the monks. The orange robes are associated with Theravada Buddhism, but there are also other colors such as a darker mustard/brown used in forest traditions, etc. Theravada is the predominant form of Buddhism practiced in SE Asia, and Mahayana schools are the main dish served in Japan. The blue "robe" worn by the fake nun in the link look more like Chinese or perhaps Vietnamese outfits I'd seen, but don't remind me of any buddhist garb I can recall. I can't find any examples of Thai buddhist robes in navy blue.
In Japan, I've
only seen zen monks performing
Takuhatsu (the Japanese term for Buddhist mendicancy), only on rare occasions, and they were never hanging around their home temple. In fact, monks doing this practice are supposed to have some kind of signage saying what temple they are from. Also, they NEVER talked to me or asked for anything. They stand there with their bowl reciting sutra or mantra. It's up to you whether to give anything, and there's no suggested donation or "gift" aside from the blessing of the dharma. I think when I did place an offering in his bowl, the monk shook a khakkhara/shakujō or some kind of vajra around me and recited a mantra, but otherwise did not acknowledge me.
The monks I've seen looked like this:
The first time I saw one was in the movie Baraka. His sign reads "Koyasan":
But in the above wikipedia link, there's a photo of what looks like a
Shingon practicioner (
kongozue,
wagesa, white outfit) performing Takuhatsu
There's also the
Fuke zen sect, which had monks called
Komusō would walk around with their face obscured by a basket hat, and play the shakuhachi flute as a form of meditation called
Suizen, "blowing zen." The sect was actually abolished in the late 1800's, but it seems that shakuhachi as a zen practice persisted, and some mokusō seem to have reemerged recently. I've never seen a Komusō in person, but I've met a professional shakuhachi player who performed at a Zen festival at Kenchōji, the oldest Zen temple in Japan (located in Kamakura).
He's pretty awesome, you should check him out:
尺八道場 「虚道」| 工藤 煉山 Lenzan Kudo - 禅の響 - | 鎌倉・箱根
But I digress...
One of the universal travel skills I've developed is to recognize that anyone who approaches you probably wants something from you, and probably has honed their approach to improve their success rate. ESPECIALLY in a place where I look like a target, like when I'm obviously traveling. Get off a train or boat in the developing world and you'll likely get swarmed with touts, all vying for a stab at your wallet; some are more honest, and some are looking to take advantage of you. Knowing this, and recognizing immediately that I'm someone's mark, it's up to me how much I will allow myself to be taken advantage of. And I try to remember that when I need help, it's MY responsibility to choose my savior; if I get taken advantage of, I just chose poorly. For some reason, this feels more empowering than if someone trying to scam me approaches me and I just go along with them.
Before I go somewhere new, I also do a little research to see what kind of scams or trouble travelers get caught up in, so I can avoid learning those lessons on my own.
In moments when I
do give, I try to give wholeheartedly, without regret or second-guessing myself, and even if I look back and realize that I was probably taken in by a lie, it's just a learning experience and I only paid for the lesson. This has its roots in buddhism: kindness and generosity are their own rewards, you can think of karma if you need an excuse, but you shouldn't be thinking of that benefit for self when giving to others. On the 88-temple pilgrimage, the concept of osettai has carried over into my mundane life, and I feel like I've gained a lot from seeing everyone around me as the buddha, and my generosity towards them is a form of offering.
During my recent trip, I was walking back to the train station in Omiya and a strange guy flagged me down, first shaking my hand and then reaching out and stroking my beard with an eerily soft hand. I had immediately sized him up and realized he wasn't a threat, but this was
really out of the ordinary. He then told me he hadn't eaten for a week, which seemed like an exaggeration, but he didn't follow it up with any ask. I looked him in the face, and saw that he was missing an eye. Recognizing the flash of pity, the sense of doubt that put me on the defensive, and seeing the situation from outside my own perspective, I saw that I had the choice whether to do anything. Since it was SUCH a rare occurrence for me in Japan, I knew that if I turned him down I would remember it, and while I've never regretted practicing generosity even if I know I was lied to, I definitely regret FAILING to practice generosity when the opportunity presents itself. So I took that feeling, folded it up, pressed it into his hand, and told him to have a good meal.