Climbing up the steps from the foot of the mountain, when he arrived at Dingguang Temple at the top of the mountain, Chen Qingzhi had just walked up the 108 steps.

The one hundred and eight steps symbolize the one hundred and eight kinds of troubles in life. Stepping on the steps means entering the Dharma door. From then on, you can avoid suffering, accumulate merit, and distinguish between good and evil.

The ocher red lacquered door is open, as if welcoming guests from all directions, and there are couplets hanging on both sides of the door.

First couplet: The Dharmakaya always appears in the pagoda.

Second line: The empty world seems to smell the fragrance of Tanbo.

The chanting of monks can be vaguely heard deep in the temple, accompanied by the sound of bells and chimes, which fully demonstrates the majesty of the temple.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Qingzhi stepped over the foot-high threshold and followed the crowd into the temple.

The door of the temple is wide open, and you can see the Maitreya Buddha lying on the altar. He is fat and has a big belly. He smiles often, as if he is seeing all the joys in the world.

Buddhism mostly respects the left, but the left refers to the direction of the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Therefore, it is placed on the right side of the pilgrims who come to worship. Therefore, the three main buildings of Dingguang Temple are located on the right side of the pilgrims, namely the Tianwang Hall, the Main Hall and the Three Holy Temples.

On the left is the Thousand-Buddha Pagoda Forest, which was funded by pilgrims and dedicated by skilled craftsmen and carved with axes.

As for the eternally bright ancient lamp that Chen Qingzhi misses so much, it is placed in the most magnificent Mahavira Palace here.

Walking seven or eight steps to the right, you can easily see the believers offering incense in the early morning, spontaneously forming a long queue like a dragon, and the queue has even extended to the vicinity of the Maitreya Buddha statue.

This is the case for the first Heavenly King's Hall. If you really follow the queue and queue up, I'm afraid it will take an hour just to get to the Lord Buddha.

Before Chen Qingzhi could think of a countermeasure, a rich man with a sinister look came over.

After all, Chen Qingzhi, who was standing in the crowded crowd and not walking with the group, looked a bit eye-catching.

"I guess this is the first time for this little brother to come to Dingguang Temple to offer incense?"

The man wearing a long silk gown finally squeezed his way to Chen Qingzhi, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked with a confident laugh.

"How can I see it?"

Chen Qingzhi asked back calmly.

"If you have been to Dingguang Temple in the past, you will naturally know that during festivals, there are so many people in the temple, and there are almost always long queues. You will never behave like a young hero in such a dilemma.

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The rich man then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet.

"By the way, I, Wang Fucai, can barely be considered a broker."

"Oh? What do you mean, your Excellency - can you help me?"

Hearing the underlying meaning of the other party's words, Chen Qingzhi narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, he probably knew what the other party was about.

"Hey, I think the young hero also heard the rumors and came here to see the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha. If so, then you have found the right person. I will take care of this."

After patting his plump chest, Wang Fucai assured him.

"How much silver?"

Without covering up, Chen Qingzhi asked directly.

"It's a crime, it's a crime. We just see the young hero feeling sad, but he's just doing one good deed every day. How can he mention the smell of copper in front of the Lord Buddha!"

Wang Fucai recited his sins several times, but he spread out five stubby fingers on his hand and gestured to Chen Qingzhi.

"Five taels of silver? So expensive!"

Chen Qingzhi frowned.

Although this was only a drop in the bucket for him who had more than 900 taels of silver in his pocket, his money did not come from the strong wind.

He gave away five taels of silver in just one sentence for no reason. Isn't it too easy for the other party to earn this money?

"Expensive? I still think it's cheap!"

Wang Fucai became unhappy on the spot and pulled Chen Qingzhi forward.

Although he could easily shake off the opponent's pull, the young man still followed Wang Fucai, passed the line that was like a snake, turned around and plunged into a path on the right side of the Tianwang Palace.

Walking along the stone steps through the bamboo forest, the magnificent Mahavira suddenly appeared in front of you.

From the back door of the Tianwang Hall to the main entrance of the Main Hall, you can see a dense crowd of pilgrims holding sandalwood in their hands. There must be dozens or hundreds of people, all huddled together in the open space paved with bluestone slabs, looking numb and pious.

Move forward.

"Young hero, do you still think five taels of silver is too expensive?"

Wang Fucai once again pulled Chen Qingzhi to follow the good guidance with spittle.

"People compete for a breath, and Buddha competes for a stick of incense. The earlier the incense is offered, the more pious the young hero's belief in worshiping the Buddha, and the Lord Buddha will let the ever-bright ancient lamp protect the young hero."

"Young hero, I think it's expensive, but I think the five taels of silver are too cheap!"

As expected, scalpers can be found in every world. Chen Qingzhi never expected that he had traveled through time and worshiped Buddha to encounter such valuables.

Being familiar with the nature of this group of people, the young man turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, don't, don't, don't, don't, for the sake of Lord Buddha, let's treat it as a loss and make a friend. How about we pay three taels of silver each time?"

Pretending to be in pain, Wang Fucai dragged his fat body in front of Chen Qingzhi, with a look of reluctance on his face as if he was cutting flesh.

"Half two."

Chen Qingzhi’s words are concise and to the point.

The people of Shuo always like to compromise. For example, if you say that this room is too dark and a window needs to be opened here, everyone will definitely not agree. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will mediate and say that they are willing to open a window.

"Half Liang? Just kill me!"

"Is it easy for me and my brothers to come here early in the morning and queue up in this quiet place? People are almost squeezed out. It took a lot of effort to get in the queue. You want to buy it for half a tael of silver!"

"No, I have to pay more!"

Wang Fucai immediately wanted to be choked by the old duck and screamed loudly.

"Buddhism is a pure place. Aren't you afraid that the Lord Buddha will blame you for making such noise?"

Chen Qing blocked him to death with just one word.

"That's all, I'm really unlucky to meet you!"

After repeated friendly discussions between the two, they finally settled on the final price of one tael of silver, plus a ten-dollar tea allowance.

After biting the ingot of silver in his hand and confirming that it was genuine silver, Wang Fucai suddenly changed from his previous sad expression and happily led him to the side of the shriveled little man and called him to come out and give up his position to Chen Qingzhi.

"Old Wu, now that you have the money, why don't you go ahead and give up your position to this young hero?"

The wizened man called Lao Wu took a puff of dry cigarette, looked up at Chen Qingzhi, and moved away hesitantly. At this moment, he was only three or four steps away from the main entrance of the Main Hall.

"Hurry up, don't let the great monks in Dingguang Temple see you!"

Seeing that the other party was still slow and orderly, Wang Fu couldn't help but urge.

The pilgrims who lined up behind Old Wu saw that Old Wu had walked away and was replaced by a young man in brocade clothes. They were about to step forward to argue, but when they saw the sword with a ring-shaped head conspicuously hanging on Chen Qingzhi's waist, they finally squirmed and did not speak.

After all, people really have knives.

As we approach the Mahavira Hall, the hum of chanting becomes clearer and clearer, and the rising clouds of sandalwood smoke make the Buddha statues in the hall appear solemn and solemn as if they are sitting in the clouds.
Chapter completed!