Chapter 14 is the Salesman

Some people are puzzled, the Dharma transmission work is the core work of a temple, it is the business of Zefu's disciples, and it is generally only the work that can be done by internal monks, so how can it be recruited from outside?

If you want to understand it this way, it is wrong, in Datang, the work of spreading the Fa is no different from a propagandist, and if you still don't understand it, to put it bluntly, you are a product salesman.

Tang Seng came to the Huasheng Temple outside Chang'an in a hurry, and the staff directly threw him a form, and when he saw the beginning, Tang Seng hesitated.

"Now the whole Chang'an knows that I have more or less enmity with that bereaved love, and this Huasheng Temple may have something to do with them, so I have to change my name. Tang Seng rolled his eyes, so in the name column of the head, he wrote down three words "Tang Sanhao", originally, he was a good monk, but after looking at it, reading it, he felt that it was not pleasing to the eye and mouth, so the word "good" was changed to the word "Tibet".

This time, the name became "Tang Sanzang", which is catchy to read and easy to remember.

"Hehe, labor and management are hidden in the Huasheng Temple, the boy surnamed Fang, you have the ability to come to me!"

After filling it out, the staff took a look at it and said directly: "Go in, you've been admitted!"

Tang Seng was stunned!

"Anyway, you are also an imperial enterprise, and the admission is so casual?" thought to himself.

"Really accepted?"

"Really accepted. The staff laughed.

"Didn't lie to me?"

"I didn't lie to you!" said the staff impatiently, with a long line behind them.

"Thank you!"

As he spoke, Tang Seng walked towards the inside of the Huasheng Temple, like a gust of wind, and did not stay for a while.

While walking, Tang Seng also sighed, this imperial enterprise is arbitrary, taking the royal money, not doing business, I am here, I must work hard in it, and I will never be in the same stream with these people.

Walking into the Huasheng Temple, Tang Seng was stunned, the courtyard was full of people, and he couldn't stand if he wanted to go somewhere and stand firm.

"Huiming, Huiming......." I heard someone on the high platform shouting with a register.

"Here, here....... .....The monk who was called Huiming walked through the crowd and rushed towards the staff of the Huasheng Temple.

"Well, it's okay, then the shopkeeper Jia's house in the east of Chang'an is your business scope, go to familiarize yourself with the territory today, and sell our Great Compassion Mantra and the Sutra of Death there in .......the future."

Tang Seng didn't hear much about what he said, anyway, after he finished speaking, the monk named Huiming, like wind on the soles of his feet, slipped away.

Immediately afterwards, the great monk called a few more people, all of whom gave advice.

"Tang Sanzang, Tang Sanzang, is Tang Sanzang here?" the great monk even shouted several times, but did not respond.

"Brother, your name is Tang Sanzang, have you been called several times!" Tang Seng patted the shoulder of a monk next door and asked.

"I'm not called Tang Sanzang!" The two goods next door looked at Tang Seng with a simple face and smiled.

Suddenly, Tang Seng slapped himself, why should I ask anyone else?

I'm Tang Sanzang myself......

"Since I didn't come, I'll ......." The great monk took the big brush and was about to cross the name.

"Coming, coming......" Tang Seng raised his hand high and shouted loudly.

"I don't know if I'm coming?" The big monk had a bad face, and said angrily, looking at the shiny heads in this courtyard, he sighed, and was afraid in his heart, when will this job be a head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......." Tang Seng folded his hands and apologized.

"Hmph......." A cold snort came out of the nostrils of the great monk, and he glanced at Tang Seng with disdain.

Tang Seng lowered his head, and secretly said in his heart, if it was in the western sky, the poor monk would have to ..... Forget it, forget it, don't care, it's now in the Tang Dynasty, Tang Seng comforted himself.

He took a long breath, only to hear the great monk say: "You ....." Suddenly the great monk smiled slightly, rolled his eyes, and said: "You, just go to the west of Chang'an City, there, the work is still better, it is easier, as long as the Wei family and the Fang family can be done! ”

The voice of the great monk rang in Tang Seng's ears, and suddenly the surroundings began to become noisy.

"What are you arguing about, do you want to work......" The great monk sighed, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down, and then looked at Tang Sanzang with a smile.

"Do you do it or not, so many people are rushing to do it!" the big monk stared at Tang Seng and said indifferently.

When Tang Seng heard this, his eyes rolled, is there such a good thing?

I heard the other monks just now, where did they come from, it sounds far away, there are many people, and the business is busy, and now there are two of them in their own place?

Tang Seng was impressed by this great monk in his heart, he didn't respond to it just now, and he thought that the great monk had a grudge against himself, but he didn't expect such a duke to be selfless, and because he took a fancy to himself like this, it was really "the prime minister's stomach can support the boat......"

If it weren't for so many people, Tang Seng would really have to thank this great monk.

It's not easy to be out alone!

"Do... Do... Do. Tang Seng hurriedly replied, smiled at the great monk, and replied affirmatively.

Immediately afterwards, the great monk took out a stack of paperwork and a work card to Tang Seng.

"Thank you, thank you......." Tang Seng hurriedly took the work voucher from the hand of the great monk, took a stack of papers, and nodded in thanks.

"Well, go ahead, good luck......." the great monk smiled.

As soon as Tang Seng stepped out of the gate of Huasheng Temple, he felt that something was wrong, he went to do business well, why did he wish me good luck?

"Really?"

Tang Seng hurriedly opened his paperwork, and there was nothing written in it, just some order vouchers.

After walking a few steps, the more Tang Seng thought about it, the more wrong it became, so he grabbed a monk and asked, "Is this Wei Daren's business with Fang Daren easy to do?"

"That Lord Wei, that Lord Fang?" the little monk wondered.

"Oh, it's that Lord Wei! That Lord Fang!" Tang Seng said hurriedly.

"Oh, that's what you're talking about, good luck!" The little monk didn't say a word, he ran away directly, and before leaving, he glanced at Tang Seng with a strange expression.

"What the hell is this called?"

If Tang Seng didn't know that the task in his hand was not easy to do, he would be a fool.

With the paperwork in his hand, Tang Seng returned to his home, and before entering the door, he bought a stack of Chang'an Daily at a small newsstand.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I'll check ....... myself."

This check frightened Tang Seng and Tang Sanzang......

How do I sell it?

Isn't that a human life?

As for what Tang Seng found, hehe, let's talk about it in the next chapter!