Master Jinglin returned to Wangfeng Temple and immediately found two people.

One is his junior brother, Jing Zhi, and the other is Wang Daoqing.

The affairs of Wangfeng Temple should be managed by Jinglin, but over the years, he only knows how to meditate and meditate, and his younger brother Jingzhi also meditates with him, so the daily affairs used to be taken care of by Jingming.

The last time the monk Jingming was found to be corrupt, and now he is in prison, so he handed it over to Wang Daoqing, who has a common surname.

The highest generation in Wangfeng Temple is the "Jing" character of the Jinglin monk, and there are only two of them now.

Down is the "Dao" generation, Wang Daoqing is the oldest in the Taoist generation, and his master Jingzhen passed away a few years ago.

"Here you are, sit down. ”

In the abbot's room, the three of them sat on an old futon.

For this summoning of the abbot of Jinglin, Wang Daoqing was already prepared in his heart when he checked the account book.

He knew that the abbot was dedicated to the Buddha, and he might not be able to tolerate so much private property in the temple.

"I called you two to come because I had two things to announce. Jinglin said straight to the point, "First of all, we have so much money in Wangfeng Temple now, I decided to donate it all. ”

Jing Zhi nodded slightly.

He meditated with the monk Jinglin in meditation, and basically didn't ask about foreign affairs, and the money in the temple seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Master Abbot," Wang Daoqing whispered, "The disciple thinks it's okay to donate, but there's no need to donate all of them, right?"

"What are you keeping?"

"This ...... Our monastery is still small in scale, and I have discussed with a few juniors a few days ago that we are going to erect a Maitreya Buddha on the top of the mountain, 108 meters high, to promote our Buddha to the world. ”

Jinglin frowned slightly and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"At least thirty million. ”

Jing Lin shook his head and said, "Thirty million, do you know how many donkeys you can buy for thirty million?"

The two were stunned for a moment, what donkey to buy?

The abbot is very strange today.

Abbot Jinglin continued: "Whether the world respects the Buddha or not, it is not the size of the Buddha statue. Even if there is no image, as long as there is a Buddha in my heart, I can understand my Buddha's intentions. Therefore, the matter of building a big Buddha should be stopped. ”

Wang Daoqing showed a hint of displeasure, but since the abbot had spoken, he had no room to refute.

"There are still a few Buddhist halls to be repaired," Wang continued, "and it will require a lot of money." ”

"I see that these Buddhist halls in the courtyard are in good condition, and there is no need to renovate them this year. ”

"Yes," Wang Daoqing said yes, but he was very dissatisfied in his heart, "I still have an idea, the road up the mountain is a bit narrow, should it be renovated, and then install a cable car from the foot of the mountain to facilitate people to go up the mountain, which is also a good deed." ”

"What kind of good deed is it to build roads for yourself?"

"The Buddha said to be kind to others, to start with me, to build roads for monasteries, doesn't it start with me?"

"Who taught you the crooked way?" Abbot Jinglin raised his eyebrows, "Buddhism is a pure place, what kind of cable car to take? Only by walking up the mountain with your feet can you show more sincerity, and this matter will be stopped." ”

Wang Daoqing looked at Jing Zhi, and saw that he was looking at his nose and nose, and he didn't plan to say any more.

If you donate, donate it, anyway, if you do such a little bit of construction, you won't get much rebate.

"The second thing," Abbot Jinglin continued, "from today onwards, Wangfeng Temple will not charge entrance fees, will not sell all kinds of consecration items, will not sell high-priced incense and candles, will not sell head clocks and head incense, will not accept merit donations of more than 100 yuan, and will provide free meals in the canteen on the 15th day of the new year.

"Also, remove that teahouse immediately and open a teahouse in the temple, is this still a clean place?"

Wang Daoqing's face turned blue for a while.

Just now, the abbot wanted to donate the temple's deposit, and he could barely accept it.

After all, Wangfeng Temple is now popular there, incense is continuous every day, and there will be a lot of income during the New Year's holidays, and it won't be long before the money comes back.

But this stubborn old monk actually doesn't charge tickets and doesn't let him sell things?

He can bear this, but it would be too much for him not to let his family donate money.

What is the purpose of the temple opening the door of convenience, isn't it just to make it convenient for everyone to donate merit?

If you donate merit and do good deeds, you will have a good birth in the next life, such as throwing yourself into the United States, right?

Moreover, the fifty-eight registered monks of the entire Wangfeng Temple, which one of them does not need money for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and which month can the salary and bonus be less?

If you don't have income, what will you use to pay off your mortgage, what will you use to support your wife, and what will you use to pay for your children's tuition?

Think it was still a few decades ago, as long as you had something to eat, someone would follow you to recite the scriptures?

Dreaming!

It's also free of charge, free of nymph, it won't take a few days, and I can't even afford to drink porridge.

Is it true that people nowadays still come to the monastery to eat fasting as they did in the past, and they have to bring some rice and some food by themselves?

Times have changed!

"Master Abbot, isn't this a bit excessive?" Wang Daoqing said unwillingly, "People are willing to donate merits, so we don't want to restrict them, right?"

"This is not to limit their merits, but to limit the heart of comparison," said Abbot Jinglin, "In front of the Buddha, all living beings are equal, whether it is a penny or a million, it is the same blessing."

"If people in the world are willing to accumulate more merit, we can persuade them to go to the people to do good deeds on their own, and the merit is the same. ”

Wang Daoqing wanted to fly and kick him to see the Buddha.

Can money be in someone else's hands the same as in your own hands?

There is also a donation of one cent and ten thousand, you go and ask the Buddha, can it be the same?

No, you have to find a way, otherwise you will become a true monk.

"Master Abbot," Wang Daoqing hurriedly said, "This may not even pay the salaries of our registered monks." ”

"And salary? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Wang Daoqing screamed in his heart, how could he forget about it.

The abbot actually has a salary, but because he never uses money, his salary over the years has been divided by everyone.

"What is the salary of a monk?"

"This ......," Wang Daoqing hesitated for a moment before he said, "The minimum salary is 800, and the maximum is more than 20,000...... A little. ”

Jing Lin frowned again.

He is not a rigid person, a few hundred yuan a month is okay, after all, now everyone has to buy some daily necessities, pay some phone bills and so on.

But is the salary of more than 20,000 yuan for a monk to get?

It's just nonsense.

"Then add one more," said Jing Lin, "from now on, the minimum salary of a monk is eight hundred, and then it will be increased according to seniority, one hundred yuan per grade, and a maximum of two thousand." ”

"Abbot, this may cause everyone's dissatisfaction!"

Jing Lin said resolutely: "The monks are dedicated to the Buddha in order to practice Buddhist scriptures, preach the Dharma, and benefit all sentient beings. If you are dissatisfied because you don't have money, then you might as well go home. ”

Wang Daoqing has nothing to say.

He looked at Jing Zhi next to him again, the second largest person in Wangfeng Temple, still sitting there motionless, without a trace of expression on his face, as if he was in a state of flux.

It seems that he will not speak.

Well, the abbot's words are holy decrees in the temple, so do as he says.

He didn't believe that the guys below would have no opinion, and would definitely strike and not do anything, and if the abbot continued to insist on this, he estimated that everyone would run away.

When the time comes, such a big temple, just leave the two of them here to recite the scriptures and see if the Buddha will come to bless them.