When we came to Jifu Temple again, Yan Fenghuojin acted openly and honestly, as he should. In front of every Buddha statue, he donated a large amount of money for incense, which attracted the attention of tourists.
It was a large amount of incense money, definitely not a ceremonial incense money, but a large amount. Policeman Liang Gong was carrying a big bag, which was full of money. One hundred thousand yuan was stuffed into each merit box, and after being turned around, a million yuan was found.
The money was gone, and Liang Gong's eyes cramped with pain.
"Brother Yan, save a little, save a little." Liang Gong felt distressed and persuaded Yan Fenghuo.
"Save? Save what?" Yan Fenghuo shook his head and said, "You don't know, I am the most devout believer. Why make money? Making money is to spend more money to help more people."
"Helping more people?" Liang Gong looked at the stacks of bright red RMB.
"Yes, don't donate money to temples so that Buddhism can help all sentient beings? Wouldn't this help more people?" Yan Fenghuo said matter-of-factly.
His voice was so loud that the surrounding tourists could hear it clearly. Even the nun who was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras heard it. She stopped knocking on the wooden fish and opened her eyes to look at Yan Fenghuo.
"Amitabha!" Yan Fenghuo made a long voice and whispered to Liang Gong: "Put money in, two hundred thousand!"
Liang Gong's heart was bleeding, so he took out a thick two hundred thousand from his bag, and stuffed ten thousand to ten thousand into the merit box.
"Brother Yan, can you help me?" Liang Gong blinked.
"Yes!" Yan Fenghuo nodded: "I can help you gain the favor of the beautiful little policeman without any money."
"..."
This behavior attracted everyone's attention, especially the attention of the nuns in the temple. They had never seen such a generous person. Although the incense in the temple was very strong, no tourist usually spent so much money on incense.
Go down.
Not to mention normal times, even the incense sticks sold during the Spring Festival and New Year's Eve are unlikely to sell for millions.
"Amitabha." Yan Fenghuo shouted the Buddha's name again and prepared to leave with Liang Gong.
But before he had gone very far, he was stopped by a middle-aged nun: "Donor, please stay."
"Amitabha, good, good, good." Yan Fenghuo quickly clasped his hands together, and Amitabha kept talking.
For Buddhism, his understanding is limited to Amitabha and Shanzai Shanzai. In his philosophy, whether it is a monk or a nun, the opening words and greetings are the four words Amitabha.
The middle-aged nun smiled and said to Yan Fenghuo: "The donor has immeasurable merit, please come with me."
"Amitabha." Yan Fenghuo said Amitabha again and followed the nun towards a side hall.
This is a side hall hidden in a corner. Tourists also come in, but they all leave after walking in. This is a souvenir shop, which is full of Buddhist beads and other things.
This is also a major feature. In China, no matter which temple you go to, you will see people selling such things. They are all said to be consecrated, and anything is expensive. Maybe there were still people who were willing to buy it in the past, but
People nowadays are smart and smart, and no one will take advantage of them.
For example, a string of Buddhist beads with an ex-factory price of only five yuan can be priced at five hundred. Why? Consecrated! It's that simple.
"Donor, there are various magical instruments here, all of which have been consecrated by eminent monks. In view of the benefactor's contribution to this temple, all items are 20% off." The middle-aged nun looked generous, waved her hand, and lost herself out of thin air.
20% profit.
Yan Fenghuo was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept around the middle-aged nun. He found that the middle-aged nun's skin was still very good, and her face was also good. Although it felt a little fleshy, it did not affect the overall appearance.
In particular, this nun's breasts are very full. Even under the simple green robe, they still give people a feeling of being breathed out. And those eyes, I don't know when they were filled with a misty feeling, exuding a sense of seduction.
taste.
It's not seduction, it's just that he wants to eat the taste of human beings!
"Master..." Yan Fenghuo rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't need this, what I want is..."
"Understood!" The middle-aged nun took out a bottle of Liuwei Dihuang Pills from the counter and smiled at Yan Fenghuo: "The donor must have wanted this. Fortunately, I have a bottle here. It is refined using secret techniques.
, using a total of seventy-seven forty-nine kinds of precious
It is extracted from Chinese herbal medicine and is absolutely different from what is sold in the market. You think it is Liuwei Dihuang Pill, but it is not. Its real name is Dali Pill. If you have not heard of the name Dali Pill, I can only say that it is from the donor.
Less knowledge."
"that……"
"It has good curative effect, quick results, and is loved by men!" The middle-aged nun took off her hat and let the big brown curls flow down without any restraint, and draped them on her shoulders charmingly.
Yan Fenghuo was stunned and blurted out: "Aren't you a nun?"
"Who said that all the people here are nuns?" The middle-aged nun said with a smile: "I think the donor is an honest person, so I do business with you honestly. Let's put it this way, there are not many good things here, really good ones.
The thing is not here. If I guess correctly, the donor is looking for someone or something, right?"
"Ask Master for physical charity." Yan Fenghuo said this with a cold face.
"Haha, this won't work." The middle-aged nun shook her hand and said, "It's not popular to give physical charity now. I'm a seller of magic tools, not a madam."
"Then why are you trying to talk nonsense with me?" Yan Feng got angry.
He thought he had a chance, but who knew he would meet a fake nun!
This is why Yan Fenghuo doesn't know the situation. In many temples that are now tourist attractions, there are not many real monks during the day. Basically everything is taken care of by the disciples who lead the practice. Real monks really have nothing to do with the four elements and generally rarely touch them.
Touch the mortal world.
When you see those monks and nuns asking for alms on the street, 99% of them are fake. I don’t know since when, the profession of monks and nuns has become one of the most popular industries.
one.
"Donor, do you know what I used to do?" the middle-aged nun asked with a smile, and continued without waiting for Yan Fenghuo's answer: "At the beginning, I worked for Amway, then for Perfect, and for a few more
Annual insurance, I worked for Infinitus last year..."
There was nothing more to say, Yan Fenghuo took Liang Gong and was about to escape.
"Donor, don't leave. I can sell you a real magic weapon, and it will be a magic weapon personally consecrated by the most beautiful nun in this temple."
Yan Fenghuo stopped and turned his head to look at the middle-aged nun, with doubt and scrutiny on his face.
The middle-aged nun smiled, knowing that she had secured a big business.
This is a phenomenon that exists no matter where it is. When the tourism economy stimulates all aspects, the Buddhist holy land that should be a pure land is also polluted. When all kinds of scammers, all kinds of people who use their own signs to mix things up
When people do something for money, they question this pure land.
But one thing is that what real monks pay attention to is to have nothing in common, not to seek fame or gain, but to find a place to practice hard. They only have the pursuit of spirituality, and nothing else has anything to do with them.
Buddhism is supposed to be a pure land. This pure land has served as a kind place of spiritual comfort for ordinary people for thousands of years. What should I do if it is broken? What should I do if I lose trust?
At the very least, it leaves the common people with a hope, a hope that makes them full of joy after kneeling in front of Buddha and praying. A hope that will save all sentient beings and save all sentient beings.
It’s always a good thing to have more beliefs that teach people to do good, isn’t it? May the Pure Land remain the Pure Land...
PS: The update is a bit late, because I traveled more than ten kilometers to find a network in the northeastern countryside. It was hard... I want the ending to be more satisfying, so I have been thinking about it. The beginning is easy to write, but the ending is difficult to write... Tomorrow
It will probably be updated around six o'clock in the afternoon. I still have to travel more than ten kilometers, so it will be a little later, but it will definitely be updated!