The belief of the Chinese is very strange, worship when they meet the gods, enter the temple when they meet, everyone flatters the strategy of casting a wide net to catch more fish, the people's living standards have improved, and the temple will naturally flourish.

These people who call themselves Buddhist believers have fed 200,000 monks in China, and the answer is more than 400 million, and 30% of the country's people have more or less worshiped Buddha and made incense.

What kind of concept is this, to put it mildly, 400 million people, everyone lights an incense, the earth is smoking, everyone gives a bun, and the Buddha can burp for a hundred years.

There are too many people, the temple business is booming, and the space is not enough, what should I do? Toll. Entrance fee, incense fee, worship fee, sign fee, ask for peace or something, then charge more, if you accidentally kowtow more than once, be careful that the monk looks for you to charge 100 yuan more.

Those who have no money can take a look at the Buddha outside the door, and those who have money can take a look at it inside, and those who are more rich can use the money to buy incense from the monks, and give the Buddha a taste of the high-end incense that jumps from a few hundred yuan in New China.

Therefore, Guanyin often laughs, Maitreya is still happy, fat monks, faith is gone, everyone is spending money to buy peace of mind, monks are collecting money to make you feel at ease, even if you kill people and set fires, as long as you pay the money, you are still a good child of the Buddha, and you can definitely catch a special car to the Western Elysium, or the kind with air conditioning.

If it is not a statutory holiday, there are fewer people worshipping the Buddha, so that they will not rub shoulders, but in Zhang Qi's opinion, this is still much more crowded than the Buddha club and the like he has seen before.

The believers did not make a loud noise, and the whispers in each other's ears had already caused a buzzing sound to envelop the sky above the Great Buddha Temple, which should have been peaceful and peaceful.

"Those who eat incense in the world are really not ordinary, looking at this environment, the Buddha is still smiling." Zhang Qi joked and said to Su Qin, in exchange for the latter's disgusted pinch, it was not painful, Zhang Qi smiled disapprerovitly, and continued to climb the stairs of the mountain with Su Qin.

Paying for incense, paying for incense, paying for ......, and waiting for a sign in Zhang Qi's heart was as uncomfortable as eating a fly, all the procedures were finally over, do the math, worship a Buddha and repay a wish, the two spent almost 2,000 yuan.

"I kind of know why you didn't bring offerings." Zhang Qi looked at the scene of handing over the money and placing the offerings, and whispered to Su Qin.

Su Qin laughed and said, "We don't bring offerings, because we want to add sesame oil money, and if we don't add it, we will make offerings, but it costs the same amount." ”

"Isn't it?" Zhang Qi was depressed, it turned out that there was still this exquisiteness.

took out several red old man's heads and a little scattered broken money, Su Qin stuffed the money into the box of sesame oil money, and a monk next to him lit up his eyes, performed a Buddhist salute, and chanted in the voice that Su Qin and Zhang Qi could hear: "The donor has a heart, may you be lucky, rich and safe." ”

"888 in two sentences, one sentence ......" Originally, Zhang Qi was not a stingy person, and he never had a concept of spending money, let alone 888, adding two more 8s to him is a number for him. He just doesn't like to come to worship a Buddha and has been slaughtered several rounds at a clear price, and when it comes to adding sesame oil money, the mood is naturally not very good.

Chinese taboo 4 characters, before the second half of the sentence was spoken, Su Qin quickly reached out to cover Zhang Qi's mouth, and said strangely: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and was about to answer, when a familiar voice sounded next to him, "Officer Zhang, what a coincidence, are you also here to offer incense?" ”

Turning her head to look, it was Song Peihan, and standing behind her was of course Song Qiandao, a full-time father, and a few bodyguards.

Zhang Qi turned his head to look, and was greeted by Song Peihan's happy smiling face and Song Qiandao's happier expression, these days, because he helped his daughter block a knife, and Song Peihan was willing to listen to his explanation, although the relationship between Song Qiandao and his daughter has not returned to normal, it has also made great progress.

No, in order to pray for his mother, Song Peihan wanted to come to the Big Buddha Temple to offer incense, and he was willing to let Song Qiandao intervene in the arrangement, and Song Qiandao was happy to smile for several days, and he also arranged the best treatment, and they were about to go to the abbot of Shikong to talk.

"Miss Song?" Zhang Qi replied strangely, a few days ago, Song Peihan called him twice, saying that he wanted to thank him for his help and invite guests to dinner, but he pushed him, and then Su Qin had an accident, and he hadn't seen him for a few days.

Slightly surprised, Zhang Qi replied with a flat expression, Song Peihan was an ordinary person in his heart, and he belonged to the kind of friends who were not yet satisfied.

"What a coincidence, who is this?" Song Peihan was rescued by Zhang Qi twice, and he was full of affection for this cold but powerful policeman, who belonged to the stage when friends were full, and his good feelings and love had not yet been revealed.

Seeing Su Qin holding Zhang Qi's arm, Song Peihan somehow flashed a trace of loss in his heart, and asked with a smile: "Is it your girlfriend, what a blessing." ”

I don't know if I said that Su Qin was a good blessing or Zhang Qi was a good blessing, Song Peihan's ambiguous tone could be heard by the old fox Song Qiandao behind, who showed a wry smile helplessly, this kind of thing, he can't meddle in this kind of thing, otherwise the good relationship that he finally got may be destroyed.

"Uchiko: Su Qin." Zhang Qi thought for a while and said dryly, "Her name is Song Peihan, and I met some time ago. ”

Zhang Qi has "amnesia", so it can be said that the people he knows have naturally only been contacted in the past few months, although Su Qin doesn't know when Zhang Qi met such a beautiful girl, but it is not as pantothenic acid as a small belly, but it is natural to say hello to Song Peihan.

"Officer Zhang, since you have met, why don't you go to Master Shikong to sit down together and listen to the Buddha's teachings." After greeting Su Qin, Song Peihan invited Zhang Qi loudly, which also carried a bit of repayment.

You must know that Shikong is one of the most famous Buddhist masters in the mainland, if it weren't for Song Qiandao's arrangement, Song Peihan might not be able to see each other, since Zhang Qi came here to offer incense, he must have done this, even if he gave Zhang Qi benefits, it could be regarded as a little favor.

It's a pity that Zhang Qi was disgusted by the death of this monk temple and asked for money, and he was not interested in seeing the god stick leader Shi Kong. Just wanted to refuse, but Su Qin took Zhang Qi's hand covertly and looked at Zhang Qi with expectant eyes.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Knowing what Su Qin meant, Zhang Qi nodded helplessly, and said politely in his mouth, he regarded Shikong as the leader of the magic stick, Su Qin was the same as Song Peihan, but he regarded the other party as a master.

Song Peihan could naturally see the small movements between the two, and was a little envious of Zhang Qi's willingness to humbly give Su Qin, as if he had invited Zhang Qi several times, but almost all of them were rejected.

"Miss Su, let's go together." Knowing that it was Zhang Qi's wife who wanted to go, Song Peihan naturally knew that this time the favor was successful, and the object was not Zhang Qi, but it was turned around and returned to Su Qin, but the effect was the same.

Hearing Song Peihan's words, Su Qin let go of the hand holding Zhang Qi, smiled at Zhang Qi, and walked in front with Song Peihan, Zhang Qi didn't care about being a little behind, and followed the two women with Song Qiandao to the "boudoir" of Shikong.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you very much last time." Seeing that Song Peihan seemed to be able to have multiple friends, Song Qiandao smiled on his face and began to provoke Zhang Qi.

"Does Mr. Zhang also believe in Buddhism?" Seeing that Zhang Qi just nodded slightly, and didn't pick up a conversation, Song Qiandao found another topic.

Zhang Qi, who was despised by those charging items, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Song also believes in Buddhism?" Well, it's the kind of 'golden' shining Buddha. ”

The old fox Song Qiandao could hear the disdain in Zhang Qi's tone, and said happily: "Yes, I believe in any Buddha, especially the 'golden' one." After speaking, he also raised his eyebrows, indicating that he knew the meaning of Zhang Qi's words.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both understood what the other party meant, no longer entangled in this question, and slowly followed the monk in front into the empty room.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Qi found that there was no imaginary copper smell, but a faint sandalwood fragrance, coupled with the old smell of paint on the wooden furniture, and the environment, which was completely different from the feeling just now.

Song Qiandao squeezed his eyes at Zhang Qi as expected, pulled him to find a futon to sit down, and looked at the old monk who was already sitting on the ground with great interest.

The Buddha is destined for people, but people who are destined are often rich people, because there is no money, you can only go out and pray for blessings, and rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with a monk like Shakti.

Song Qiandao is a rich man, and there is no pressure to add 1.8 million yuan to the temple, so he has seen many monks, and Shikong is one of them.

"A few donors don't have to be restrained, they can do it themselves." When the little monk closed the door and walked out, Shikong said to Song Qiandao's father and daughter and Zhang Qi and his wife with a kind face.

The four of them nodded yes, but except for Zhang Qi, the other three people at most picked up the teacup in front of them and drank it, but they didn't move for the dim sum.

Only Zhang Qi, who had no good impression of the Big Buddha Temple, grabbed the dim sum in front of him and ate it without any image, thinking that when he was a hero, he dared to eat everything placed in front of the Buddha statue, let alone in front of the monk.

"Huh." Seeing Zhang Qi like this, Song Qiandao let out a chuckle happily, and then actually learned from Zhang Qi and ate the dim sum in front of him.

Just as they wanted to blame Zhang Qi and Song Qian for saying a few words, Su Qin and Song Peihan were surprised to see that Shikong actually picked up the dim sum and ate it with relish.

"The two female donors don't need to be restrained, Mr. Song and I are old friends, let's just let it go." Shikong revealed a mouthful of good teeth that were rare for the elderly, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, the 'golden' shining Buddha is outside, here is the Buddha with relish, haha." Song Qiandao looked at Zhang Qi and said strangely, not caring at all that this was a meditation room in the void.

(To be continued)