Therefore, for One Finger Monastery's future, Fangzheng could only encourage his disciples to hold on …
However, at that moment, Salted Fish ran in and said angrily, "I can't hold on any longer! These fellows are all salted fish! F * * k, all of them don't bow or kowtow when they see me. It's fine if they don't give me lucky money, but they even come over to touch me! What's worse is that someone stuffed a coin into my mouth! Do they really think I'm a long-lived tortoise? "As he spoke, he spat out a shiny silver coin!
Fangzheng's eyes darted around when he heard that, and he immediately laughed …
As for Salted Fish, he shuddered and had an ominous feeling. He hurriedly turned around and left. "Forget it. The backyard is too cold. I'm not used to it. I'll go to the front yard …"
"Wait!" Fangzheng suddenly shouted.
Salted Fish ran.
Fangzheng shouted, "Jingxin, catch him!"
Ten minutes later, under the bodhi tree in One Finger Monastery, there was an additional table. On the table sat a salted fish. His tail was crossed like a human's legs, and his fins were pressed together like a human's. Frost Bamboo surrounded him and the Bodhi Tree in a large circle.
Salted Fish wasn't idle either. As he pressed his palms together, he muttered something that sounded like scriptures. In any case, no matter how close one was to him, one couldn't hear what he was saying.
However, if someone could understand him, they would definitely hear the words: "Darn monk, darn monk, bastard monk, tortoise monk …"
Similarly, there was a huge piece of paper hanging under the offering table. On it were a few words: "Salted Fish is fooling around. It's useless to throw money and worship!"
In the backyard, Squirrel peeked his head out and looked at the bodhi tree. He whispered to Fangzheng, "Master, why did you write such words? If it's like what Salted Fish said, you could write: 'A divine fish descends into the world, granting all requests.' I reckon you can earn a lot of incense money! "
Fangzheng scoffed. "Is This Penniless Monk that kind of person? Lying? Hmph, This Penniless Monk is disdainful this time! "
Squirrel smacked his lips. "Then why are you doing this?"
Fangzheng chuckled. "Just watch quietly."
On the other side, Red Boy set up everything and pressed his palms together. "This is One Finger Monastery's Guardian Protector Salted Fish. He comes from Mount Numinous and has heard Buddha preach the scriptures. There were so many pilgrims today, and he wanted to pray for everyone. This is just a prayer. Don't throw money to burn incense, because those are useless. "
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that!
From Spirited Mountain? You've heard Buddha preach before?
Of course, no one believed it!
However, Salted Fish could move like a human and recite scriptures. That was already miraculous enough! Therefore, a group of people surrounded him.
When Red Boy saw this, he had countless questions in his heart. Why didn't his greedy master grasp such a good opportunity and collect more money?
When Red Boy turned around and took a few steps, he heard a "ding" sound behind him, as if a metal object had fallen on something hard! Red Boy turned around to look, but the wall of people had already blocked his view. He couldn't see anything.
Someone said, "He already said that money is useless. Why are you still throwing coins?"
"Who said it's useless? That ten-years-old tortoise is there, and we all throw in coins. This is a talking fish! Do you think it's useful? "
"That makes sense!"
"Throw!"
"Me too!"
Instantly, there was a series of clanging sounds. Red Boy was curious when he heard that. There weren't any metal objects there, so how could such sounds be produced? With a slight jump, he soared into the air and finally saw the scene inside. Red Boy nearly laughed out loud!
Everyone was throwing coins at Salted Fish, producing clanging sounds when they hit his scales. There were also all sorts of coins, big and small, flying everywhere like snowflakes! A moment ago, Salted Fish was sitting alone at the table, but now, there was a pile of money on the table! There was even a red note on Salted Fish's head. From this angle, it looked rather festive.
When Salted Fish saw Red Boy, he rolled his eyes at him. Then, he blew at his beard and continued reciting. "Darn monk, darn monk, bastard monk, bad disciple …"
When Red Boy heard this, he thought nothing of it. Instead, he subconsciously looked at the back door. Indeed, there was a baldy sneakily looking over. Upon seeing everyone throw money, he grinned and retreated.
Red Boy hurriedly ran over. The moment he entered and closed the back door, he asked, "Master, are these guys crazy? I already said it's useless. Why are they still throwing money? "
Squirrel was puzzled as well. "Master, do these people have too much money to burn? Or do they not know how to read? "
Lone Wolf said in all seriousness, "How many times have I said it? Master, don't write the words one after another. It might look good, but it affects reading."
Monkey shot a glance at Lone Wolf and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, you won't be able to read many words if you write them one stroke at a time."
Lone Wolf immediately gave him a fierce look …
Fangzheng couldn't be bothered with the two clowns. Instead, he explained to Squirrel and Red Boy. "This is the weakness of human nature. Everyone knows that greed is an original sin, but no one can resist greed. It's not only One Finger Monastery. Go to other monasteries and scenic spots and you will realize that everyone is really passionate about throwing money. It's as though Buddha will bless them if they throw money …
Why don't you think about it? Behind Salted Fish is the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall. Instead of entering the hall to pray to Buddha, they are throwing money at the fish … Isn't this a classic case of buying the casket and returning the pearls? "
Squirrel said, "So Master used this point to scam them?"
"What are you talking about? Master is teaching them a lesson, "Monkey said.
Fangzheng smiled and shook his head. "We can't use this money. Let's donate it when we have the time."
"Uh, Master, when did you change?" Lone Wolf asked in surprise.
Fangzheng said, "I like money, but money has to be obtained in an open and aboveboard manner. This is called a thief having a Dao. "
"Uh … In that case, that money ultimately doesn't belong to us?" Red Boy asked bitterly.
Fangzheng nodded. "You can say that. However, that money can help more people. It's also a merit."
That's right. Fangzheng had no intention of embezzling the money from the beginning. Instead, he used it for charity. This way, he and the person who donated the money could earn some merit. This was also the best use for the money.
After knowing that they couldn't use the money, the disciples lost interest. When they walked past the pile of money, they had an indifferent look on their faces, as if they were looking at a piece of waste paper. Immediately, all the worshippers who came and went were full of praise! There was a flood of good reviews on the Internet, adding a lot of luster to One Finger Monastery.
This was something Fangzheng didn't expect. He exclaimed, "What we lose, we gain! Haha … We made a killing! "
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