Sneng Xiaotian took the lead in walking into the main hall of the Yaowang Temple, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that it was cold and deserted inside, and the incense ash in the incense burner was cold and gray, obviously no one had come to incense for a long time.

In front of the main hall sat the statue of the god of the medicine king, although he still looked solemn and compassionate as before, but the clothes on his body were worn out, and the color had faded, and he could only barely see that it was made of red silk.

The red lacquered columns of the main hall have also been stripped of color, and are riddled with moth-eaten holes and cobwebs. There is a rickety offering table in front of the statue, and there is an offering plate on the table, and there are a few rotten apples with dry skin and wrinkled black spots in the offering plate, I don't know how many months it has been placed, it is estimated that even if the king of medicine eats it, he will get intestinal infections.

There was a brown blanket on the ground in front of the offering table, and Sneer Xiaotian stepped on it with his foot, and immediately kicked up three feet of dust, so that Su Xiaodan, who was following him, sneezed a few times.

The entire Yaowang Temple looks deserted and decayed, and the incense is extinct, and I don't know why this fake monk who guards the temple relies on to make a living in this broken temple.

When the fake monk saw Sneer, he walked into the temple with a group of men and women who were either rich or noble, and he was pleasantly surprised: he was guarding this dilapidated temple, and there had been no pilgrims to come to incense or donate money for a long time, and he relied on planting some vegetables in the mountains to sell some money in the town every day to make a living, so poor that his trouser pockets were close to the roots of his thighs, and he hadn't even eaten meat for a long time. Today, if that student helps to say a few good words, and asks these people to burn incense sticks or draw a few lots, maybe they will earn them dozens or even hundreds of yuan, then at least they don't have to worry about their food for this month......

Thinking of this, he hurriedly put on a smile on his face, walked to the side of Sneer Xiaotian, and said: "Little donor, you lived in Yaowang Temple for more than half a year last time, worshipping incense and worshipping Buddha sincerely, it seems that all the little problems on your body have been cured, right?

As he spoke, he looked at Sneer Xiaotian with pleading and eager eyes, hoping that he could take the lead and create a little income for himself, even if it was a few or a dozen yuan.

Sneering God knew that he wanted to let himself be a childcare for him and get a few incense money on this group of people, so he smiled and followed his words: "That's right, this Yaowang Temple is really spiritual! I had hepatitis last time, and it was here that I was cured." Moreover, it was in a cave behind this temple that I was fortunate enough to get the inheritance of my two masters, and this is why I practiced this body of kung fu. Therefore, this Yaowang Temple can be said to be the birthplace of my divine skills, and it is also a holy place that I will often come to worship in the future!"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Liming, Ning Qing, Xing Lihua and others who followed him were all shocked: they didn't expect that such a dilapidated temple would actually be the source of Leng Zhenren's cultivation treasure and divine skills.

Gu Liming and Ning Qing, the two people who were snatched back from the hands of death by Sneer Xiaotian with divine skills, were even more excited: if it weren't for this broken temple, without the "Wuji Xiaoyao Gong" practiced by Leng Zhenren here, he would have reported to Lord Yama a long time ago, where could he still enjoy the mountains and rivers here leisurely like today?

Ning Qing looked at the statue of the Medicine King God sitting in front of him with tears in his eyes, and suddenly knelt down on the palm mat, ignoring the pungent dust on it, and knelt down reverently while sobbing.

After kneeling, she stood up, took out her purse from Kun's bag, took out all the thousands of yuan she was carrying, and stuffed it into the hands of the fake monk who was standing next to her and burning incense for her.

While burning incense, the monk was secretly observing her movements, and when he saw her take out a wad of money from Kun's bag, he was overjoyed, thinking that at least one hundred-yuan bill should have entered this time. Unexpectedly, she didn't even think about it, so she stuffed the pile of money into her hand, and couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise, her cheeks were red with excitement, and she couldn't even say words of thanks.

Next, something that made him even more ecstatic happened: he saw that the people behind him followed Ning Qing, and one by one they stepped forward to bow down to the idol reverently, and some of them still had words in their mouths. After the prayers, these people would take money from their purses or kun bags, each of them at least 1,000, and several more than 5,000, and fill all the pockets of the false monks.

After burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, Xing Lihua discussed with several bosses, Gu Liming, Ning Qing, etc., and asked the monk: "How much does it cost to renovate and whitewash your temple?" In addition, we also want to reshape the golden body of the Medicine King Bodhisattva, you go back and discuss with the religious associations in your county or the leaders of the town and village, see how much it costs together, and tell this sneering heavenly benefactor in two days, we will pay the money immediately, and I hope you will handle this matter well!"

The fake monk's eyes lit up and he asked in disbelief: "Donor, is this true?" If this is really possible, we will erect a tablet in front of the big temple, engrave the names of the donors, and pray for the benefactors every day!"

Xing Lihua smiled and said, "Do you think we are like people who don't believe in our words? To tell you the truth: this is the practice treasure of this cold person, and we will often come to worship the Buddha." Your temple will definitely become the abbot of a big temple with strong incense in the future, maybe even more beautiful than the presiding officer of Shaolin Temple!"

The fake monk smiled happily, and kept clasping his palms to Sneer Xiaotian and the others, and chattered endlessly: "The donors are so generous and generous, the Medicine King Bodhisattva is the most effective, and will definitely bless you all the time without illness and disaster, rich and noble, the male prince Wandai, and the female will always be young and beautiful!"

Gu Liming, Xing Lihua, Ning Qing and the others all laughed.

Sneer Xiaotian didn't want to take them to the Medicine King Cave at this time. After all, there were too many people in it, and if the secret of the cave was leaked, it would be too terrifying, so he took them on the way back.

As soon as he walked out of Yaowang Temple, his phone rang, and at first glance, it was the mobile phone number of Su Xiaobin, vice chairman of the Youth Federation.

"Xiao Leng, I heard that you are going to host a fundraiser in your hometown tomorrow?"

Su Xiaobin asked this question as soon as he opened his mouth, and his tone was quite urgent.

"That's right, Chairman Su, how do you know?"

Sneer Xiaotian asked in surprise, a little uneasy in his heart: Did he violate any regulations by organizing fundraising without authorization?

"Well, I'm already on my way to the airport now, rush to the provincial capital of Tiannan in the evening, and arrive in Wushui tomorrow morning. I want to attend your fundraising activities, please help, talk to those bosses, and ask them to raise some funds for the 'Rescue Association' under the Youth Federation, and I will tell you the specific situation!"

It turned out that Su Xiaobin was not only the vice chairman of the All-China Youth Federation, but also the honorary president of the "Poverty Alleviation and Relief Foundation" under the All-China Youth Federation, and was in charge of the work of the "Relief Association" at the All-China Youth Federation. However, in the past few months, the "Rescue Association" has stabbed out a big man: there is a little girl named Lin Bingbing, driving a Porsche red sports car of more than 4 million yuan, and killed a mother and son on the road. When passers-by surrounded her, Lin Bingbing not only did not have a sense of remorse and regret, but threatened the masses who wanted to take her to the police station: "Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of Lin Ping, the president of the Rescue Association. I've had a car accident, and my dad will naturally deal with it, so what do you want to do? I'm here with a multi-million dollar car, and you're still afraid that I'll run away?"

Some netizens recorded Lin Bingbing's words and the red Porsche sports car she drove into their mobile phones and hung them on the Internet, which immediately attracted national scolding. Many people questioned how Lin Ping, as the chairman of the "Rescue Society," could have spent so much money on a Porsche sports car worth more than 4 million yuan? Was it embezzlement and misappropriation of charitable donations? This triggered a crisis of credibility in charity: Before the Lin Bingbing incident, the "Rescue Society" had been able to receive hundreds of millions of dollars in special charity funds every month. However, in the last three consecutive months since this incident, the "Rescue Society" has received less than one million yuan in charitable donations every month. For this reason, Su Xiaobin was almost held accountable by his superiors.

Later, under the interrogation of Secretary Bai, Su Xiaobin finally retained his position as vice chairman of the Youth Federation. However, his superiors also made it clear that he must raise a sum of money in the next few months for a special fund for the relief of left-behind children in the western region, and it will be raised in place in three months.

Because of this, Su Xiaobin's hair almost turned white: now, all charitable organizations and philanthropists no longer believe in the "Rescue Society" because of the Lin Bingbing incident, and they don't want to put their donations into the "Rescue Society", preferring to personally send them to those poor areas or poor people.

At noon today, he went to a boss again to talk about donating money to the "Rescue Society". The boss told him that he was going to Wushui immediately to participate in the fundraiser organized by Sneer Xiaotian to raise funds for his hometown.

As soon as he heard the news, Su Xiaobin immediately felt that his opportunity to reverse the unfavorable situation had come, so he couldn't wait to call Sneer.