Tang Ding and Xing Muliu watched the sunrise and returned to the other courtyard, and when everyone in the other courtyard had already finished breakfast.

Fortunately, Ding Caixia knew that Tang Ding and Xing Muliu went out and returned the food they left.

Millet porridge, fried steamed buns, and small pickles.

After eating, Tang Ding saw that Han Qiusheng and Wanjun were going out, and when he asked, he learned that the two were going to the temple to seek Buddha.

Tang Ding looked at Xing Muliu, "Why don't we go too?"

Xing Muliu looked at you, but Zong Xiaoyan and Fu Xuanxuan were brought by Xing Muliu, and they couldn't go out with Tang Ding to leave the two of them here, so after asking the opinions of the two of them, they went together.

The temple Wanjun went to this time was not the Zhulin Temple on the mountain, but the Guolu Temple, which was opened last year.

Zhulin Temple, Wanjun has been to it several times, and this time she heard that Guolu Temple is also quite accurate, so she is ready to go and see.

Tang Ding can see that Wanjun's mind is now a little sick and rushed to the doctor, but this is also something that can't be helped, at least Tang Ding can't help, because they are temporarily destined to have no children, what can Tang Ding do?

It is not far to Guolu Temple, although it spans two districts, but the distance is not far, forty minutes by car.

Since it was a weekend, Kokuroji Temple was overcrowded.

There are many people who ask for incense and worship Buddha, and you can see the clue from the difficulty of finding parking spaces in the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain.

Looking for an opportunity to speak, Tang Ding asked Han Qiusheng, "Didn't you go to the hospital for an examination, what kind of Guolu Temple did you come to?"

Han Qiusheng smiled bitterly, "Wanjun seems to be weak, but in fact, he is stubborn, and the eight horses can't pull it back, so let's play!"

Since Han Qiusheng said so, Tang Ding naturally couldn't say anything.

Everyone climbed the stairs up the mountain.

In fact, Guolu Temple is not called a mountain here, at most it is a small mound.

There are various means of collecting money in the temple, the merit box is one, and the merit box is also divided into types, such as wanting to accumulate the merit of releasing life, there is a special merit box for releasing life, there is a merit box for seeking peace, there is a merit box for seeking wealth, and so on.

At the gate of Guolu Temple, there are five merit boxes in a row, bright red and eye-catching.

While Tang Ding and Han Qiusheng were talking, Wanjun had already invested a hundred yuan in three of the five merit boxes that were juxtaposed.

was about to vote for the other two, Tang Ding stopped her, but Wanjun was very sincere, despite Tang Ding's stopping, she insisted on voting for the remaining two.

"Brother Han, although I know that you are not short of money, this is not how money is spent. ”

Han Qiusheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I can't persuade her, as soon as I persuade her, this is useless, she said that what we have done before should be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good." ”

Five merit boxes, one for one hundred, is five hundred. If everyone who came was so proud, then the merit box of this temple would be comparable to a money printing machine.

Tang Ding looked at Xing Muliu, and asked Xing Muliu to persuade Wanjun, Xing Muliu and Tang Ding had the same mind, and understood Tang Ding's meaning at once, Xing Muliu walked two steps quickly, followed Wanjun, and the two whispered.

Further up, there is also a place above next to the main hall where incense is sold.

"Can we go in and say goodbye?" asked Fu Xuanxuan with a smile on the side.

Fu Xuanxuan smiled when she heard Zong Xiaoyan's words, "The current Buddha's threshold is too much, how can a person like me who lives on a scholarship be able to afford it?"

When Fu Xuanxuan said this, she looked at a table covered with red silk cloth next to the main hall, and there were all kinds of incense and candles on the table, among which there was a large piece of paper with the selling price of various incense candles: the largest incense as thick as a child's arm and nearly one meter in length, eight hundred and eighty-eight, and the thinnest small incense was twenty-one. There are also three or four gears between the two, in short, there are those who want to pick more money.

The one here is usually three.

Now if you want to kowtow and worship the Buddha, if you don't buy incense, it's a fantasy

Even those who bought incense and candles were divided into three, six, nine and so on by the Buddhist family who claimed that all beings were equal.

This time, Wanjun directly paid for the largest 888 incense candles.

Tang Ding didn't persuade again this time, once some people made a decision, persuasion was useless, and Tang Ding let Xing Muliu tell her, she still insisted on her opinion, Tang Ding didn't care, let her go.

Xing Muliu smiled at Tang Ding, meaning that I did my best.

Tang Ding also smiled back at Xing Muliu, meaning okay, let her be.

In the eyes of everyone, Wanjun respectfully worshiped the Buddha before coming out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In addition to the merit box, this incense is also a means of collecting money. But this is not over, there are still Buddhas to worship in the side halls, of course, you can only worship after buying incense.

Not only that, but there is also a means of collecting money in the side hall is to draw lots to solve the hexagram.

After worshipping the Buddha, Wanjun sat down at the place where the lot was drawn to explain the hexagram, "Master, ask for a lot!"

"One hexagram fifty. Reward money at will. ”

"Then smoke one!"

Wanjun picked up the sticker, shook it with a clang, and threw out a stick.

"What is the donor asking for?"

"I beg for a son. ”

"Congratulations to the donor, sign the signature. Look at this signature: When the flowers open and spit out the wealth, God gives Lin'er blessings and longevity, good signing, good signing. The master who told Wanjun's fortune picked up one from the pile of red paper next to him, showed it to Wanjun, and congratulated him repeatedly.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master. ”

Wanjun was very happy to hear the news, she was about to pay the money, but was stopped by Tang Ding, "Sister-in-law, don't be busy paying the money first, I'll do the math." ”

As soon as Wanjun heard that Tang Ding was also going to calculate, she was not busy paying the money, and was ready to wait for Tang Ding to finish the calculation, and then pay it together.

Wanjun is an interesting person, she and Han Qiusheng live in Tang Ding's house, and she has taken care of her old problems here, she feels that she owes Tang Ding a lot, so she hopes to compensate Tang Ding in many places, but Tang Ding has money, and there is no shortage of money at all, Wanjun really doesn't know where to compensate.

"Sir, will you smoke one too?"

Seeing that business came to the door, the fat-headed and big-eared master smiled.

Tang Ding also shook out one, and after the master took it, he asked Tang Ding, "What do you count as this benefactor?"

"I'll count my parents and marriage!"

The master picked up another piece of paper from the side, "Congratulations to the donor, your marriage and parents are all signed: the four seasons are safe and healthy, and the spring and summer are blessed with divine blessings." This is your marriage sign: a few years of empty seats, today's new flowers are tender, thousands of miles will be fateful, and foreign lands will also intersect. ”

Tang Ding smiled and beckoned to Xing Muliu, "Come, you can count one too." ”

Xing Muliu shook the lot, she asked about illness.

Unexpectedly, this is another sign.

Zong Xiaoyan and Fu Xuanxuan also went up to ask for a hexagram, and they were both signed.

Wanjun also saw a clue: it turned out that the signatures in this temple were all signed!

Asking for a signature, asking is good luck and misfortune, not specifically to listen to good words.

The master signed every hexagram, and he himself felt a little sweaty on his forehead.

Han Qiusheng saw that everyone was asking, and he also thought about going up to ask for one, this master shook the four of them to sign, and it didn't feel right, so he thought that he couldn't shake it like this, you are all signed, and I will win the lottery for you this time.

According to the normal situation, there are five kinds of signs in the lottery holder: upper sign, upper sign, middle sign, lower sign, and lower sign. However, in order to make the guests happy and generate more income, the temple has signed all the lots.

When you pray to God and worship the Buddha, don't you just want to feel comfortable? If you give people some hexagrams, who will reward you with money?

It's all about generating revenue.

But this last one, the high and low can't get a signature.

Sure enough, after Han Qiusheng finished shaking, the master asked Han Qiusheng what he was?

"This lottery is very ordinary, it is a winning lottery, so that Han Qiusheng pays attention to the health of his family, especially the child is susceptible to disease. ”

The master saw that Han Qiusheng had a well-proportioned figure and flexible limbs, and concluded that he was a healthy person, so he could only push the child if he was sick.

But in fact, Han Qiusheng had no children at all.

And Han Qiusheng and Wanjun are obviously two people, but the hexagrams of the two are different, and the facts are in front of them!

Wanjun also understood Tang Ding's painstaking efforts to let everyone tell fortunes, which was to make herself not believe these people.

However, Tang Ding didn't count, he grabbed the lottery holder, took out all the signs inside, and put them on the table, and sure enough, they were all signed, including the winning lottery calculated by Han Qiusheng just now, in fact, it was also written on it.

Tang Ding opened the signing paper in front of the master again, these signing papers are also all auspicious words, and the marriage is the same, the family is the same, and the child is the same.

Dare to love this fortune telling, in fact, it is just funny!

The master who was originally fat-headed, big-eared, and Maitreya Buddha-like looked like a Maitreya Buddha saw Tang Ding's movements at this time, and his color changed, "Dude, are you looking for trouble?"

"Don't look for trouble, just look at what you are signing for. Tang Ding laughed.

"I think you're tired of being crooked! ”

Many tourists and pilgrims saw this scene and gathered around to watch.

"Hurry up and give the money! "The master is fierce.

"Are you talking like this all the monks?" Han Qiusheng looked into the eyes of this pseudo-master and said.

Han Qiusheng knew that Tang Ding was helping himself and helping Wanjun recognize the true face of these liars who claimed to be masters, so after seeing the face of this pseudo-master, his heart was on fire, if this pseudo-master dared to say half a word of swear to Tang Ding again, Han Qiusheng would not hesitate to beat him down.

"What's the matter, you still want to practice with the Buddha?" Master Fat smiled when he saw Han Qiusheng wanting to do it.

If you want to do it, you have to see the place, what kind of place is this, this is Kokuroji Temple.

What kind of place is Guolu Temple? Guolu Temple was contracted by the brother-in-law of this fat master.

How can the temple still be contracted?

Of course, temples can be contracted, but what is not contracted now?

The contracting of temples is much more difficult than that of ordinary canteens and hotels, mainly because of the more money to be paid, and the dividends to each blood-sucking yamen are also more, so that the contracted temples can do it steadily.

Master Fei's brother-in-law is from Putian, and how many temples have been contracted by Putian people across the country? This is incalculable.

The people of Putian contracted the temple, which was on a large scale, and the business method after contracting the temple was also established.