Although the two schools of Huayang Buddhism and Taoism are not from the same door, they can be regarded as different paths to the same end.

Many people like to invite a monk and Taoist priest to come to chant and worship the Buddha at the time of wedding, funeral, they believe that this behavior can make the deceased rest in peace and the married person auspicious.

However, the amount of red envelope gift money for each master depends on the family's concern, but these things are generally unwilling to be done by ordinary monks, and even if they are willing to do it, they do not ask for anything in return.

According to Shen Jin'an's words, goodness is goodness if it is not reciprocated.

Most of the people who rely on this kind of business to eat are really unable to survive, or are lazy and cunning, so they shave their heads at will and bring two strings of Buddha beads to make it easier to fill up the number.

Every time I meet this kind of person, although the master doesn't say it, his heart is very twisted, the better one gives some scattered copper coins don't spoil everyone's interest, and the bad ones are simply beaten with sticks.

When the innkeeper heard Xi Xia's words, he hesitated for a moment, but still pointed out a path and said: "Go forward three or four miles, turn left, is the landlord of our Baihua City, Master Liu's house, his father has just died, according to our custom here, the coffin must be placed at home for three days before the funeral." His family is a rich man, and many of our monks have gone here. ”

Hearing the introduction of the innkeeper, Xi Xia suddenly came to his senses, and dragged the Daoxin monk and walked outside, not forgetting to leave the next sentence before leaving.

"Boss, when we make money, we'll give you the money when we come back."

Competition is always everywhere, and a funeral of a landlord's family attracted dozens of Taoist priests and monks dressed differently.

There are many things I have seen from the door of the mansion, and my vision and knowledge have also skyrocketed with the world I have seen.

For ordinary people, the most to bury is to find an ordinary coffin and do it hastily, and in the poorer, you can also deal with it with a thinner dog coffin, but for those rich businessmen and high-ranking officials and landlords who tend to be inflammatory, white things are more like a place for them to make friends with each other and socialize with each other.

No one cares about the deceased lying in the coffin, before and after his death, they come to worship more like that unforgettable money status.

The face-changing technique displayed by the housekeeper of Liu's rich family, Xi Xia couldn't help but admire it after seeing it.

In the face of ordinary people, in the face of the hired people to do the work, the words are harsh, but in the face of those officials who carry heavy salutes to worship, they are laughing and laughing.

"This guy, Xishu's face-changing skills are willing to bow down compared to this person." Xi Xia pulled the Daoxin monk and whispered.

The Daoxin monk hurriedly shook his head, and just said "Amitabha" to the incense and candle altar.

Although he successfully infiltrated the Liu Mansion, in the face of more than a dozen competitors, Xi Xia still felt malicious.

Steward Liu, who was busy with his busy schedule, walked up to the monks with great strides and said loudly: "Today is my old man's return to heaven, I know that you are working hard, and when the matter is over, everyone will have half a tael of silver!" You all give me the hard work! ”

After a simple and simple mobilization ended, the monks also began to chant words in their mouths.

Xi Xia grabbed the Daoxin monk and said, "Hurry up, it's up to you whether we can eat and drink well!" ”

The Daoxin monk said with a look of grievance; "But..."

"How can there be so many, but aren't you the best at chanting? This is when you prove yourself. Seeing that it didn't make sense, Xi Xia began to gamble.

Seeing that he had no other route, the Daoxin monk had no choice but to bow his head and start reciting the scriptures non-stop.

When sentient beings are turbid, and only oneself becomes a white lotus, it attracts not only light but also jealousy.

Obviously, those fake Taoist priests and fake monks who plan to walk in the rivers and lakes by deceiving food and drinking are so vulnerable in front of the Taoist monks.

The low and tactful voice of the Daoxin monk attracted the attention of many people.

Although it was just a person's voice, at this moment, it was like a heavenly bodhisattva descending.

Looking at the Daoxin monk in front of him, Steward Liu, who was still commanding just now, also changed his face, and seemed to be very satisfied with the performance of the Daoxin monk.

However, Xi Xia, who thought that she would definitely be able to receive some more rewards, was thinking about how to spend the money.

Unexpectedly, the Daoxin monk, who had been reciting the scriptures for half of the time, suddenly stood up and walked outside in full view of everyone.

Steward Liu was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by Xi Xia on the side, Xi Xia understood that with the Daoxin monk's understanding of Buddhism, it was absolutely impossible to leave suddenly.

Sure enough, there was an old beggar at the root of the wall at the back door of Liu's mansion, the old beggar was trembling against the wall, his face was pale, and his abdomen was so hungry that he could even see every bone very clearly.

For the rich, their meal may be half a month's ration for these beggars, and in order to make themselves look more face-saving, they can also eat half and throw half away, but the final destination of these old beggars who can't afford to eat is mostly to be rolled up by a straw mat and thrown to an ownerless dry land, and die in Huangquan.

The Daoxin monk walked up to the old beggar who was dying and whispered a few words, and the old beggar was as grateful as if he had seen a bodhisattva.

The Daoxin monk showed compassion on his face, took out half of the steamed bun that he hadn't eaten last night from his bosom and stuffed it into the old beggar's hand.

The old beggar just wanted to grab the steamed bun and take a bite, but found that he couldn't use any strength, and then his head tilted, and he left the world.

The Daoxin monk sighed, took off the red robe on his body and put it on the old beggar's body, then held the old beggar's hand tightly and began to recite scriptures for the deceased.

Even Xi Xia on the side began to bow her head and fold her palms in silence.

Just when I thought that this was the end of the matter, a big red sedan chair that only the imperial court officials could ride slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing that the important person had arrived, the rich man of the main family, Liu, ran over even more in a hurry, and hurriedly lifted the sedan curtain with his hand and said, "Song Zhixian, why are you here?" When my father died, I thought I would do it simply, but I don't know who leaked the news, everyone came over to be lively, and you sat in the house. ”

Song Zhixian's real name is Song Li Buddha, is the Huayang Dynasty's Enke Jinshi, because his old mother recites Buddha, so he named Li Buddha.

As the county magistrate of Baihua City, although Song Zhixian is a six-rank petty official, his actual power is that even the local prefect does not dare to slack off easily.

Such characters were able to come to the funeral of Rich Master Liu, thanks to Rich Lady Liu's sister who got married.

The local county lord came, and the people who were still around the mourning hall just now rushed towards Song Zhixian, and there was a great look of the dead crying for the living.