Chapter seven hundred and seventy seventh meeting is fate
"Okay, let's go worship Buddha first!" Mr. Tang nodded.
Everyone passed through the crowd and came to the front of the Main Hall. Along the way, Young Master Tang's ruthless eyes were naturally not idle either. He slightly poked out his spiritual energy and inspected the place he passed by. Sure enough... everything was special.
Didn't find it...
They are all handicrafts, and they are all processed by machines at one time. Most of the materials are wood, various stones, and even direct synthetic materials. Occasionally, I see one or two ivory products, and they are all made by ordinary carvers. For Tang Dynasty, they are all handicrafts.
From the young master's critical point of view, there is no collection value at all...
When we came to the front of the Main Hall, there were still many people queuing up to buy incense and candles. There were also monks holding a shiny golden card with an unknown Bodhisattva printed on it, and a notebook and a pen in their hands...
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"The incense here is pretty good." Young Master Tang said softly.
"That's right, the size of the Great Buddha Temple is second to none in Myanmar. The Bodhisattva inside is very efficacious. It is also near the airport. It is considered a tourist attraction. Every year, countless tourists worship Buddha here." Xu Xi said.
"Well, the incense is very popular. I wonder how much money this temple can make every year..." Young Master Tang looked at the glittering temple with a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth...
"Bah, bah, bah, Tang Fei, don't talk nonsense in front of the Bodhisattva, or I will ignore you." Zheng Yating hurriedly covered Young Master Tang's mouth...
Young Master Tang is extremely depressed, isn't he?
Look at the incense candles, donation boxes, and even some model things, such as TVs, cars...
Damn, what are these for? Buy them and give them to the Bodhisattva?
And then they take it out and sell it?
This is simply second only to no-cost trading, and the business is so easy...
How much does the donation box receive each year?
How many incense candles are sold every year?
I'm afraid that even if I make money quickly, it won't be as fast as this temple...
"Cousin, it's okay. We haven't entered the Main Hall yet. Brother-in-law, let me tell you, once you enter the Main Hall, you really can't talk nonsense anymore. Otherwise, you will be attacked by a group. There are many loyal believers here.
..." Xu Xi said.
Upon hearing this, Young Master Tang said depressedly: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, just don't say it..."
At this moment, the man holding the shining golden card suddenly came over, came to Mr. Tang, and mumbled a few words...
Young Master Tang was a little nervous. Did this guy hear what he just said?
Why, we are not in China now, this is Myanmar. If these guys say that they have insulted Buddha or something, and they want to beat themselves up, there will probably be no one to help them...
"What did he say?" Young Master Tang asked.
"Brother-in-law, this master said that you are destined to be the Buddha..." Xu Xi translated.
The corner of Young Master Tang's mouth twitched when he heard this, he was so destined...
Don't tell me that I don't have any faith now. Even if I do have faith, it is designated as Taoism. You are a Buddhist bald donkey, and you tell me that I have a destiny with Buddha. Isn't this nonsense?
Immediately afterwards, the guy started chattering again, and forcefully put the card in Young Master Tang's hand, then took out his notebook and pen, turned out a page, and signaled to Young Master Tang...
"Brother-in-law, this master said that because you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, he wants to form a good relationship with you. The card in his hand is the Xuanji Bodhisattva that has been consecrated by an eminent monk. It can bless you with a safe life, and then he wants you to
Sign here..." Xu Xi said in a very low voice at the end...
When Young Master Tang heard this, he looked at the card in his hand. It was not a good thing at all. Young Master Tang could see at a glance that it was just a piece of cardboard printed out, with some gold powder put in it, and then molded, and a card became...
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It’s just a completely industrialized product, and you’re still trying to trick me into saying it’s been licensed?
However, since he gave it away for free and just asked for a signature, it would be fine. Just sign...
Young Master Tang took the notebook, brushed it a few times, and wrote the two Chinese characters "Tang Fei" in a flash, and he used traditional Chinese characters very coquettishly...
"Okay, here you go..." Young Master Tang casually handed the notebook and pen to the monk...
However, what surprised Young Master Tang was that the monk did not take the notebook and pen, but started talking again...
After the monk finished speaking, Ah Hu, Ah Bao and others all pursed their lips and laughed. Only Zheng Yating and Young Master Tang were confused and couldn't understand what they were talking about...
"What's wrong?" Young Master Tang asked.
"Young Master Tang, this old monk just asked you to donate money..." Ahu couldn't help laughing.
Young Master Tang was immediately depressed when he heard this. Damn it, why do I still have a fate with Buddha?
You have a special affinity with money, and you are attracted to my money...
Young Master Tang is so depressed...
However, now that I have received this, I have taken the card, and signed the signature, I have to give it away...
Being tricked by a monk, Young Master Tang is still a little depressed...
"How much do you want to give?" Young Master Tang asked.
Ahu said something to the monk in Burmese...
When the monk heard this, he shook his head first, and then said a few words...
"Young Master Tang, this monk said, just follow the fate, no limit to how many..." A Hu said
"No limit to how much? Just give me as much as you want?" Young Master Tang's eyes lit up when he heard this...
"Yeah, that's what I mean." Ahu said.
"Hehe, this is easy... Come, great monk, we are destined to meet each other. Come, come, come, I will give you this dime... Actually, the fate between me and Buddha is just this dime..." Tang
The young master smiled and took out a coin from his pocket and handed it to the monk...
This dime was actually the change that Young Master Tang received after everyone paid for breakfast in the morning. It is the smallest unit of currency in Burmese currency, and is about the same as a Chinese dime...
The monk was stunned, Yi Mao?
Ahu, Abao, Xu Xi and others were also shocked...
Gave a dime?
What can this do?
"Hahaha, Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, I am really convinced by you, haha..." Abao suddenly laughed...
Abao's laughter immediately made Xu Xi's six bodyguards behind them unable to hold back and started laughing...
The monk's originally smiling face instantly turned the color of pig liver...
A dime...
This is the first time he has received such a small amount since he took over this job...
What can a dime buy?
He can't even buy a fucking steamed bun. Look at this guy's bright clothes, two beauties around him, and eight bodyguards behind him. He must be at the level of a big boss. He will not lose face in front of his subordinates and beauties. I'm sure.
I will donate an amount that satisfies me...
Who knew, this guy actually donated a dime...
"Master monk, we are destined to meet each other. You'd better go..." Young Master Tang added another sentence...
Ah Bao said what Mr. Tang had said in Burmese in a sinister tone, and his face that was originally the color of pig liver instantly turned a bit darker...
[Author's digression]: The story in this chapter is actually a personal experience of mine, which has been slightly adapted and processed. Haha, it is just for your entertainment...