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 salty fish hands! Damn it, every one of them doesn't bow or kowtow when they see me.
It’s okay if I don’t give you lucky money, but I still come up and touch it! What’s even more outrageous is that some people stuff 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 premonition. 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.
The salted fish raised its 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, there was a salted fish sitting. The tail of the salted fish was like a human being with legs crossed, and the fins were folded together like a human being. His
All around, he and the Bodhi tree were surrounded by cold bamboos in a large circle.
Xianyu was not idle either. He clasped his hands and muttered something, as if it was a scripture. Anyway, no matter how close you were to him, you just couldn't hear what he was 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: "Playing blindly, throwing money, 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 is 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 this poor monk that kind of person? Lying? Hum, 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, Red Boy arranged everything, clasped his hands in front of everyone and said: "This is the salted fish protector of Yizhi Temple. He comes from Lingshan. He 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!
Are you from Lingshan? Have you heard the Buddha preach?
Of course everyone didn’t believe it!
But this salted fish can move like a human being and can also chant sutras, which is amazing enough! So, 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 walked a few steps, he heard a clang behind him, as if a metal object had fallen on something hard! Hong Hai'er looked back, but the human wall had been blocked and nothing could be seen.
I just heard someone say: "Everyone has said that throwing money is useless, why do you still throw coins?"
"Who said 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. Red Boy was curious. There were no metal objects there, so how could such a sound be made? He jumped slightly, soared into the air, and finally saw the scene inside.
Seeing this, Hong Boy almost laughed out loud!
I saw people throwing coins at Xianyu, making a tinkling 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 at the table.
Up, at this moment, there is already a pile of money on the table! There is even a red banknote stuck on Xianyu's big head. From this angle, it looks quite festive.
When Xianyu saw Hong Hai'er, he gave him a roll of his eyes, 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 furtively over there. When he saw 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, the 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 fish at it... 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," said the monkey.
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: "As a teacher, I like money, 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 he and the people who donated the money could make a fortune, which 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 who came and went admire.
It’s amazing! There are also rave reviews on the Internet, which adds a lot of luster to Yichiji Temple.
This was unexpected by Fang Zheng, who exclaimed: "What I lost is what I gained! Haha... I made a profit!"
Just when Fang Zheng was feeling happy, a phone call came.