Although what Du He said was simple, Famang knew that it contained profound Buddhist principles, which he had never heard before.
Fa Mang was immediately shocked and asked, "May I ask if the donor is a practicing layman?"
If you practice spiritual practice but do not become a monk, you are a layman.
Du He shook his head: "I am a layman, not a layman."
Fa Mang said with emotion: "The donor has wisdom. If he can understand the Buddha's teachings, he will definitely have profound attainments in the future... The donor's words made the poor monk suddenly enlightened and touched a lot. The donor was right. The Buddhist temple is majestic and the Buddha statue is solemn.
, good men and women visiting worship, although they do not burn incense and bathe, they should still pay attention to their appearance. disheveled hair and gray face are indeed unseemly. They are poor monks whose discipline is not strict, and they are ashamed and ashamed!"
Fa Mang admired Du He very much.
Du He smiled and said: "Master Famang, your attitude of admitting your mistake is very good, but how do you plan to deal with it?"
Fa Mang thought about it seriously and said, "The poor monk plans to send monks from the temple to guard the mountain gate. If they are neatly dressed and will not cause blasphemy to the Buddha, then let them come in to worship. If there are any people with disheveled hair,
Just send it away."
"Master Fa Mang, you are wrong again!" Du He's voice increased.
Fa Mang was startled again.
wrong again?
If it were anyone else, he would have been angry a long time ago, but there was a sense of superiority in Du He's words and deeds that made him dare not doubt it.
"Please give me some advice!"
"This Zenjue Temple is far away. Those who can come here to worship Buddha are sincere people. If the master drives them away, it will not only chill people's hearts, but it will also cause the Buddha's displeasure. If the Buddha knows that you are there,
Will he still recognize you if he treats his followers lightly? I have a way to solve this problem for you, which is to place a few combs on both sides of the door after entering. Anyone who goes to the temple to offer incense and worship Buddha must wear them.
First, comb your hair neatly, and then go to worship...what do you think?" Du He said lightly.
Fa Mang's eyes lit up: "The donor is indeed very intelligent, and he actually came up with such a wonderful method. After receiving the instruction, the poor monk immediately sent someone to the county town to buy a comb."
"Don't," Du He raised his hand and said loudly, "Why bother with the master's arrangements? I happen to have some combs in my hand, why not sell some to Master Fa Mang. This comb came from Chang'an and has been used for thousands of years.
Made of red sandalwood, it is worth a handful of money, but today I have a fate with the master, so I will charge you a hundred coins and sell you ten handfuls, what do you think?"
With that said, Du He waved his hand.
Fang Yiai, who had dressed up in disguise, hurried forward carrying the box.
Fa Mang picked up a comb and looked at it carefully. In fact, he knew nothing about it.
Famang became a monk at the age of thirteen. He has not grown his hair for forty years and has never touched a comb.
Then look at Du He, who looks like an outsider and is well-dressed.
Of course it can be trusted.
He nodded and said happily: "In this case, the poor monk will thank you very much."
Fa Mang quickly asked someone to send him a lot of money and bought ten combs.
After the task was completed, Du He and Fa Mang exchanged pleasantries before saying goodbye and leaving.
Fa Mang was very enthusiastic and personally sent Du He and his party to the mountain gate before reluctantly returning.
On the way back to Huxian County, Fang Yiai was silent.
Originally, when he thought about selling combs to monks, this was tantamount to lighting a lantern in a latrine - looking for shit (to die), but it turned out that he was also beaten.
But Du He actually did it.
Until she arrived at the county government office, Fang Yiai was confused.
Just as she was about to step into the gate of the county government, Fang Yiai couldn't help but ask: "Du He, you...how did you do that?"
Du He turned around, looked at Fang Yiai, and asked: "Mr. Fang, this is the magic of sales. Do you want to be a great salesman?"
"think!"
Fang Yiai's answer was without hesitation.
The magic of this sales pitch is so terrifying.
You can actually sell things to people who don't need them at all.
Moreover, the combs were of rough workmanship and nothing special. In the county town, you could buy two of them for one penny, but you could sell them to Zenjue Temple for a hundred pence.
This is huge profit among huge profits!
Du He patted Fang Yiai on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are determined. If you want to be a great salesman, you need two skills!"
"Which two?"
"First, being thick-skinned, Mr. Fang is already good at this. Second, being diligent, Mr. Fang is not good enough at this. Come on, I believe you!" Du He said with a smile.
"Well, come on, I believe in myself too!"
Fang Yiai seemed to have found a glimmer of light in the darkness.
He returned to the house and recalled every detail of his arrival at Zenjue Temple today countless times.
Then he carefully considered every word Du He said to himself.
Fang Yiai stayed up all night.
Early the next morning, it was still dark.
He hugged the box containing the comb and set off from the county government office to Zenjue Temple.
"Yesterday, Master Famang of Chanjue Temple only bought ten combs, but in such a big temple, ten combs are not enough. I will come to him today and sell him ten more combs. As long as I can sell them, I promise Du
Even if I accomplish what I did with Holland, this is also the first step for me to become a great salesman...I can definitely do it!"
Fang Yiai kept cheering herself up.
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Zenjue Temple.
Abbot Famang had finished his morning service and was eating in the house.
A monk hurried over and said with a changed expression: "Abbott, it's not good!"
"What's the matter?"
The monk reported: "Abbott, according to your instructions, we have placed ten combs behind the gate and require all pilgrims who come to worship Buddha to have their hair neatly styled before they can come in... This morning, several pilgrims showed up.
, when we told them this rule, those people became furious and said that they had worshiped countless Buddhas but had never seen such a rule. Our Zenjue Temple was weird and even beat people. In the end, they all left.
"A few waves of people came this morning. When they heard about this, they all left angrily and threatened to never come to Zenjue Temple again. Abbot, what should I do?"
There are more than thirty monks in this huge temple.
These people spend all day praying to Buddha and chanting sutras. They do not give birth, but rely on the offerings from pilgrims.
Now if no one comes to worship Buddha and burn incense, the income will be cut off.
Everyone must die.
Snapped.
Fa Mang slammed his fist on the table, "That's unreasonable. That boy yesterday was a liar. Go and find out how much that comb is worth?"
The monk hurried away and returned in a short time. He whispered: "Abbott, the young monk went to the bottom of the mountain to find out. You can buy three such combs for one penny at the bottom of the mountain."
Fa Mang almost vomited blood.
Three combs cost a penny, and that bastard actually sold them for a hundred cents each, which is worse than a pig or a dog!
Master Fa Mang, who has always been steady and calm, with a demeanor that remains unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai, is now so irritable that he wants to find someone to challenge him.
At this moment, a monk hurried over and shouted: "Abbot, someone is visiting!"