So for the future of Yizhi Temple, Fang Zheng could only encourage a few disciples to resist...
As a result, at this moment, Xianyu ran in and said angrily: "I can't stand it anymore! These guys are all Xianyu hands! Damn it, every one of them didn't bow or kowtow when they saw my old man. It’s okay if I don’t give you the lucky money, but I still come up and touch it! What’s even more outrageous is that someone stuffed coins into my mouth! Do you really think I’m a longevity bastard?” As he spoke, he spit out a shiny silver coin!
When Fang Zheng heard this, he rolled his eyes and smiled immediately...
Xianyu shuddered and had a bad feeling. He quickly turned around and said, "Forget it, the backyard is too deserted. I'm not used to it. I'll go to the front yard for a walk..."
"Wait a minute!" Fang Zheng suddenly shouted.
Salted Fish raised his legs and ran away.
Fang Zheng shouted: "Jing Xin, catch him!"
Ten minutes later, there was a table under the Bodhi tree in Yizhi Temple. On the table, a salted fish was sitting. The tail of the salted fish was like a human being with its legs crossed, and the fins of the fish were folded together like a human being. Around him, he and the Bodhi tree were surrounded by a large circle of cold bamboo.
Xianyu was not idle either. He clasped his hands and muttered something, as if it was a scripture. Anyway, no matter how close you are to him, you just can't hear what he is saying.
However, if someone can understand it, they will definitely hear this sentence: "Stinky monk, dead monk, bastard monk, bastard monk..."
Similarly, there is a large piece of paper hanging under the altar, with several big words written on it: "Salted fish are just playing around, throwing money and worshiping is useless!"
In the backyard, the squirrel poked its head out, looked at the bodhi tree, and whispered to Fang Zheng: "Master, how do you write words like that? If it were like what Xianyu said, write: The divine fish comes to the world, and all requests are answered. I guess. I can charge you a lot more for incense!”
Fang Zheng hummed and said, "Is the poor monk that kind of person? Lying? Hum, the poor monk is disdainful this time!"
The squirrel clucked and said, "Then why are you doing this?"
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Just watch quietly."
Over there, Honghaier arranged everything, clasped his hands to everyone and said: "This is the salted fish protector of Yizhi Temple. He comes from Lingshan and has listened to Tathagata Buddha's lectures. There are so many pilgrims here today, and he wants to pray for everyone. . This is just a prayer. Don’t throw money at incense, because they are of no use at all.”
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up!
From Lingshan? Have you heard the Buddha preach
Of course everyone didn’t believe it!
But this salted fish can move like a human and can chant sutras, which is amazing enough! As a result, a group of people cheered and surrounded him.
Seeing this, Hong Hai'er also had countless questions in his mind. Why didn't his money-grubbing master know how to seize such a good opportunity and charge more money
When Hong Hai'er turned around and took a few steps, he heard a ding behind him, as if a metal object had landed on something hard! Hong Hai'er looked back, but the human wall had been blocked and he couldn't see anything.
I just heard someone say: "Everyone has said that throwing money is useless, why do you still throw coins?"
"Who says it's useless? Put the tortoise there for more than ten years and let's all throw coins. This is a talking fish! Do you think it's useful?"
"It makes sense!"
"Throw!"
"I'll throw it too!"
For a moment, there was only a jingling sound, and Red Boy was curious. There were no metal objects there, so how could such a sound be made? Jumping slightly, he jumped into the air and finally saw the scene inside. At this sight, Hong Boy almost laughed out loud!
I saw people throwing coins at the salted fish, making a clanking sound when they hit the scales. There were also various coins, big and small, flying all over the sky, like snowflakes! A moment ago, Xianyu was sitting alone on the table. At this moment, there was already a pile of money on the table! There's even a red banknote stuck on Xianyu's big head, which looks quite festive from this angle.
When Xianyu saw Hong Hai'er, he rolled his eyes at him, then blew his beard and continued chanting: "Dead monk, stinky monk, bastard monk, bad disciple..."
Hearing these words, Hong Hai'er didn't take it seriously, but subconsciously looked at the back door. Sure enough, there was a bald man looking at this side furtively. Seeing everyone throwing money, he grinned and stepped back.
Red Boy ran over quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he closed the back door and asked, "Master, are these guys crazy? Why are you throwing money away when they say it's useless?"
Squirrel was also puzzled: "Master, are these people too rich to spend too much money? Or do they not know how to read?"
Lone Wolf said seriously: "I have told you so many times, master, don't write your words consecutively. It looks good, but it affects reading."
The monkey glanced at the lone wolf and said, "Senior brother, you can't even recognize many characters even if you write them stroke by stroke."
Lone Wolf immediately gave him a fierce look...
Fang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to these two living treasures, but explained to Squirrel and Red Boy: "This is the weakness of human nature. Everyone knows that greed is the original sin, but everyone cannot refuse greed. It's not just One Finger Temple, go to other places Go visit temples and scenic spots, and you will find that people are really keen on throwing money. It seems that if they throw money, Buddha will bless them...
Don't you think about it, behind the salted fish is the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Instead of going into the hall to pray for Buddha, they use money to throw money at the fish... Isn't this a typical case of buying a coffin for a pearl? "
Squirrel said: "So Master took advantage of this and cheated them?"
"What are you talking about? Master is teaching them a lesson." Monkey said.
Fang Zheng smiled, shook his head and said, "We don't need this money, so we should donate it some time."
"Um, Master, when did you change your gender?" Lone Wolf asked in surprise.
Fang Zheng said: "I like money as a teacher, but the money must come from an open source. This is called a thief."
"Um... So, the money is not ours in the end?" Honghaier asked bitterly.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "You can say that, but the money can help more people, which is also a merit."
That's right, Fang Zheng didn't intend to waste the money from the beginning, but used it for charity, so that both he and the people who donated the money could make a fortune. This was considered the best place for the money.
After knowing that they could not use the money, several disciples lost interest. When they walked past the pile of money, their indifferent expressions, as if they were looking at waste paper, immediately made all the pilgrims come and go in admiration. Endless! There are also rave reviews on the Internet, which adds a lot of luster to Yizhi Temple.
This was unexpected by Fang Zheng, who exclaimed: "What was lost is found in the east! Haha... profit!"
Just when Fang Zheng was feeling happy, a phone call came.
(End of chapter)