It was almost dusk again, and many monks were sending pilgrims out one after another from the main hall of Lingyin Temple. The pilgrims lined up one by one and followed them, all holding something in their hands.
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There was a pilgrim who was following at the front. He was holding something in his hand tightly, his eyes kept glancing at his hand unconsciously, and then he looked around nervously, as if he was afraid that someone would take his things away.
There are not many people who are as sensitive as him, and most of the pilgrims following the monk are in this state.
The pilgrim rubbed the things on his hands and shook them, his eyes became greedy, he licked his lips, looked at the monk in front, and said in a sharp voice: "Master, why are we getting less and less holy water now?"
Didn’t we agree that everyone can have a bottle?”
This sentence asked the thoughts of all the pilgrims, and others followed closely and echoed, "Yes, Master, why are we gone now and only have half a bottle left! What can we do? This is all we count on."
Holy water, otherwise how long will it take to wait until the next time holy water is distributed!"
While they were talking, their eyes were bloodshot and they kept staring at the monk.
It seems that if the monk cannot give them a reasonable explanation, this group of people will turn into hungry wolves and pounce on the monk to devour him!
The monk seemed not to notice their looks at all, and remained calm as he said calmly: "The production of this holy water is not as good as before. If everyone gets a bottle, there will be many people who can't get it."
This explanation could not calm their doubts. Some pilgrims were very excited, stamping their feet and shouting anxiously: "The temple is not always in good condition. How come there is a problem with the production of holy water?"
"You don't need to worry about these things." The monk was not going to answer this question. "You just need to find new people to come to our Lingyin Temple as much as possible. As long as the more people come to our Lingyin Temple to worship Buddha, the more incense money they pay, then
This output will naturally keep up!”
"Just because there is not enough incense now, there is a problem with the production. You people still want to delve into the production. It's all because you haven't worked hard enough. Do you understand?"
The monk spoke skillfully to the pilgrims.
Hearing what the monk said, the pilgrims were not as excited as before, but had expressions of self-blame on their faces. They clasped their hands together and said to the monk: "I understand, we are not sincere enough. Master, don't worry, we will definitely
I will find a way to bring in new people, but if this holy water..."
"Don't worry, as long as any one of you can bring in new people, you will definitely not be short of this holy water, and you will all be rewarded!" The monk waved his arms, "Each person can exchange a bottle of holy water, do you understand?"
"this……"
One person can actually exchange a bottle of holy water!
You must know that people like them come to burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and send money for incense, so they can only get holy water on specific days. How can such a good thing happen!
This bottle of holy water is worth thousands of gold. Even if you don't take it back for your own use, you can still make a fortune every day by selling it to others!
They shouted excitedly: "We know it, and we promise to bring in new people!"
As he spoke, he was still grateful to the monk, "Thank you, master, for even though it is our problem, you are still willing to reward us with holy water."
Facing the pilgrims' gratitude, the monk smiled and shook his head, "You deserve this."
After sending these pilgrims away, the monks gathered together to count the incense money sent by the pilgrims who had come today. After the money was counted, the money boxes were filled with savings.
But basically this money cannot go into the pockets of monks.
The monks didn't care about the money. After putting the money neatly, a man in black came out from the other end of the hall and looked at them.
"Where are today's items?"
he asked coldly.
The monk handed the box over as if offering a treasure, "It's all here."
The man in black opened the box and counted it casually before nodding, "It's done well. The offerings recently have been much more than before."
One of the leading monks said flatteringly: "It's because of the effectiveness of this holy water that these pilgrims are willing to bring the money in their bags. Since there have been more offerings recently, what's for us..."
He rubbed his palms, his empty eyes full of desire, looking straight at the man in black.
The man in black hated this undisguised look, but he was used to it. He used to feel disgusted, but now he marveled at the power of the holy water.
Low-quality holy water mixed with water can attract so many pilgrims, and these monks have almost become prisoners of the holy water, and they don't know what the taste is that can make them so fascinated.
However, the owner of the holy water has explicitly prohibited it from being touched by his subordinates. Once discovered, he will kill him immediately, so even if he is curious, he does not dare to take a step beyond the boundaries.
Holding the box in his hand, the man in black put away his disgusted eyes and said as if giving alms: "Don't worry, I will mention your credit to the master."
The monk showed a smile, just like the rain coming from a severe drought, and actually shed tears, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
When one does this, others follow suit.
The whole place looked like something was wrong. The more the man in black looked at it, the more his scalp felt numb. He couldn't stay one step longer and immediately turned around and left.
He hurriedly took the box to the depths of the temple to deliver a message to the owner.
In the meditation room, Liu Wuze listened to the return of the man in black. He chuckled, "It seems that this holy water is indeed powerful. Now not only the pilgrims are in our bag, but also the monks who were originally holy and dedicated to the Buddha."
, they are all as ugly as dogs begging for food on the ground.”
When the man in black heard what Liu Wuze said, he thought about how the monk looked at that time. He really looked like a hungry dog on the street.
"Okay, let's get down." Liu Wuze glanced at the box and waved his hand for the man in black to leave.
The man in black put the box aside respectfully, and then left obediently.
Is Liu Wuze the only one left in the whole house?
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the screen on the side. A very strange fragrance floated from there, which made people feel addictive.
"The stuff you developed is pretty good." Liu Wuze said towards the screen.
After a moment, laughter came from behind the screen, and the voice sounded very smug, "That's natural, few people can compare to me in terms of medical skills."
"Yeah?"
Liu Wuze raised his eyebrows and curled his lips and said, "I heard that Yun Heng is your senior brother. Compared with you, who is better, you or who else?"