In the early morning, the sky is covered with golden clouds, the mist gradually dissipates, the orchids lazily stretch their charming waists, and the water droplets slide off the petals, silently seeping into the soil.

A beautiful day in Shaolin Temple began, and the four of them got up early, either reading scriptures, or practicing martial arts, and they were busy with their own work.

Only the young abbot, who was not yet twenty years old, was still lying in the bed, dating the goddess.

"Senior Brother Abbot, get up quickly."

Huo Yuanzhen opened his eyes dimly, and Yijing was standing in front of his bed.

"What do you want? What did you do to me?" Huo Yuanzhen was not too awake, he was still immersed in a sweet dream, the pleasure had not dissipated yet, and now that he saw it, he thought something had happened.

"What do I want, there are a lot of people coming down from the mountain, saying that they want to see the abbot."

"Oh! that's right."

Huo Yuanzhen got up, washed his face, put on his only khaki monk's robe, wore monk's socks under his feet, and staggered out of the temple.

There were already about sixty or seventy people gathered outside, and people kept coming down the hill.

As soon as those people saw Huo Yuanzhen, they greeted each other.

Ordinary people just say hello, and those who are more knowledgeable are sneering at Huo Yuanzhen to show respect for their abbot, but unfortunately they don't know that Huo Yuanzhen feels particularly awkward about such a greeting.

In the past, they used to greet each other, but now these people are saluting themselves, and they have to pretend.

"Donors, I haven't seen you all night, but your demeanor is still the same, congratulations."

Huo Yuanzhen said incoherently, asked Hui Zhen and the others to find tables and chairs, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The two monks were more clever this time, and knew that the abbot seemed to like to be in the limelight, so they deliberately placed the table on a high place and put a stool on it.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded with satisfaction, and then climbed up hard.

"Delegates, the poor monk is the abbot of Shaolin, there are many affairs in the temple, although I can tell you about the journey to the west in my spare time, but the time will not be too long, and I hope you donors understand one or two."

Those people climbed the mountain early in the morning to come to Shaolin, just to listen to the Journey to the West, but the little monk abbot actually said that he didn't talk much about the time, so he was a little dissatisfied.

Originally, you don't want to find a better one if you make excuses, although this Shaolin Temple is called a temple, but it's just such a big house, a total of five monks, how many affairs can there be.

Someone said, "Abbot, tell us a little longer."

"yes, what can I do?"

Huo Yuanzhen coughed: "Amitabha, that's the case, today I originally planned to pay homage to the Buddha, as you know, of course, the more incense to the Buddha, the better, and it has to be constantly replaced, so naturally there is not much time to tell stories."

"Don't you still have four monks here, just let them do it."

These people are not so easy to deceive.

"The four of them can, but today they are going out to do business, and they can't stay in the mountains."

After Huo Yuanzhen finished speaking, he glanced at Huizhen and a few people, and after saying it just now, several people immediately bowed to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, then I'll wait until I go down the mountain and come back in the evening."

After speaking, the four monks did not look back, and left together.

"Look, there is only one poor monk in the temple now, and the incense needs to be changed frequently, so I'm afraid I can't talk to you for too long."

These people were still not very reconciled, and after discussing for a while, one of them asked: "Abbot, is this okay, you prepare the incense, there are so many of us here, we can take turns to help you change it, you just talk about yours."

"Amitabha, this method doesn't work, my incense is called Wangxiang, not only burns very fast, but also can't be borrowed from outsiders, otherwise it won't work."

"Then what should we do? Master Abbot, if you think of a way, we can't run empty."

Huo Yuanzhen looked around, and saw that there were nearly three hundred people, and there were no new arrivals, so it was estimated that there were so many people today, so he no longer took care of it and revealed his true colors.

"Anyway, the poor monks also have a golden mean, that is, the donors can pay some incense money, and then they can take turns to offer incense, so that the Buddha will not only not blame, but also bless you with peace."

"This is easy to do, abbot, how much is your incense per stick of incense?"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, you shouldn't have to charge money, but in order not to be blamed by the Buddha, just three copper plates and a stick of incense."

Everyone was not too surprised, the incense under the mountain also needs two copper plates, there are only three here, it is really not much, it seems that the abbot is really compassionate.

"I'll buy two pillars of incense first, abbot, you can start talking."

Someone is starting to dig into it.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled slightly and pointed to a cloth bag in the corner, "There is incense there, you just need to throw down the copper plate, and then you can light it with the incense."

The man walked over first, threw six copper plates into the bag, and then took out two pillars of incense.

When he came to the statue of the Buddha, the man also bowed a few times, and then lit a stick of incense.

Seeing that the incense had begun to burn, Huo Yuanzhen also began to explain.

Yesterday, I talked about Sun Wukong going to Bodhi Patriarch to learn skills, but today I haven't talked about learning the seventy-two changes, and the incense over there is almost burning.

"Donor, don't let the incense go out, otherwise the poor monk can only interrupt today's explanation."

The man was listening attentively, and when he looked back, the incense was really about to go out.

"This, this incense burns very fast!".

No wonder this person was surprised, it seemed that it had been less than five minutes, how could it be seen with a stick of incense.

Hurriedly walked over and lit another stick of incense, the man picked up the incense and looked at it, "Why does this incense smell of oil?"

"Amitabha, the incense has oil, and it can burn more vigorously, and the incense gets its name from this, the more the incense burns, the more the donor can get the Buddha's blessing."

Originally, this person suspected that Huo Yuanzhen had done something to the incense, but now that he heard that it was to bless himself more, he didn't feel anything, and walked back with a smile.

When others looked at this situation, they were afraid that this stick of incense would not last for a while, and second, since they came, they happened to go to the pillar incense to ask for peace or something.

So someone walked over, threw down the copper coin, picked up the incense candle, and waited for the incense to be burned and relayed.

Seeing more and more people taking money to exchange for incense and candles, Huo Yuanzhen's heart finally let go.

Finally got off to a good start, and originally planned to let Hui Zhen and them change their clothes and put on a hat to support them, so there is no need to take this risk.

Some people also think that it is not worth listening to a story and spending money to buy incense, but the story of the abbot is wonderful, one ring after another, the more you listen, the more you want to listen, if you leave halfway, I am afraid that I will not sleep well when I go home at night.

Besides, everyone pays for it, and it seems too petty if they don't pay for it.

Most of these people present paid money to buy incense candles and went into battle in shifts, as long as the incense candles were extinguished, the people behind them immediately followed, not letting the incense break, just hoping that Huo Yuan could really concentrate on telling the story.

"Hehe, burn it, the incense stained in oil is three minutes a stick, I wholesale a copper plate and a stick of incense in the incense candle shop, I earn two copper plates in three minutes, forty copper plates in an hour, I can earn two hundred copper plates if I talk for five hours today, that is, two taels of silver, this is really not difficult to make money."

The incense was continuous over there, and Huo Yuanzhen's explanation here was also continuous, until noon, when he talked about the Monkey King Dragon Palace borrowing treasure. After the whole Journey to the West is finished, it is estimated that one month is not enough.

"It is said that Sun Wukong took this stick, if you want to be big, if you want to be small, if you want to be long, if you want to be short, if you want to be short, if you want to be hard, if you want to be soft, cough 、、、 it's not early today, let's talk about it here, I still have to do lunch class, and I have to practice boxing in the afternoon, if you want to hear it, please be early tomorrow."

This stick has hung the appetite of the people around him, although he is reluctant, but Huo Yuanzhen has struck, so he can only disperse helplessly, and everyone thinks in their hearts how good it would be if the stick grew on themselves.

Watching the crowd disperse, Huo Yuanzhen got off the table and prepared to count the money.

I just came down and found that there was still a person who hadn't left.

"This benefactor, the poor monk's explanation for today has ended."

"Abbot, there is no one else now, we all understand people, I know you want to make money, you see if this is good, when you tell the story in the future, I will find someone to record it, and when you finish telling the story, my book will be finished, even if I buy yours for this book, I can find someone to tell this story in other towns in the future."

Huo Yuanzhen took a closer look at this person, dressed extraordinarily, as if he had a bit of identity, with a mustache and a shrewd face.

"I wonder what this donor is called?"

"The contemptible surname is Qian, but he is the owner of the money village in Luye Town."

"Money donor, since you can afford the story of the poor monk, please go to the poor monk's room and talk about it."

Huo Yuan is really full of joy, just if he wants to doze off, someone will send him a pillow, anyway, this Journey to the West can't continue to tell it after he finishes telling it, it's better like this, it's equivalent to buying out the copyright of a story, this money boss has a vision and knows the huge value of this story, but this price can be discussed by a good student.

Well, selling money by set should be a good idea.

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