Chapter 157: No Disaster Temple
Most people would think it was unlucky after finding out that it was birthday money and would throw it back instead of accepting it, but Shi Ling put all of it in his pocket.
How can a small coin smell so good? It has a portrait of a great man on it, so how can you just throw it away?
After Shi Ling finished picking up the money, he counted it, his eyes sparkling. "Wow, there are over five thousand. It turns out that counting cash gives you a sense of satisfaction that you can't get from online banking. Godfather, if you see this kind of money anywhere in the future, remember to ask me to pick it up."
Xi Jin was speechless. "Are you so short of money after being kicked out of the Shi family?"
Shi Ling: "Yes, I am short of it. Who would complain about having too much money?"
Xi Jin was silent for a moment. He had heard from Su Zhe'an that Shi Ling was now an internet celebrity with millions of fans. Every live broadcast was rewarded with tips, so even if she didn't accept advertising, she wouldn't be short of money. Of course, the spending power of an internet celebrity couldn't compare to that of a wealthy daughter.
Thinking of this, Xi Jin suddenly felt guilty, thinking that he shouldn't have used Luo Yuan to drive Shi Ling out of the Shi family just to justify breaking off the engagement. Shi Ling looked mentally unstable. If it weren't for his psychic abilities, he probably wouldn't have survived leaving the Shi family.
Xi Jin made a rare and kind suggestion: "There's a temple outside the north gate. It's very popular, and patients and their families often go there to worship Buddha and fulfill their vows. Picking up this money will affect your luck, so donate it as incense money and let them pray to Buddha for their lives."
But Shi Ling was rebellious: "No, I have done good deeds all my life, this is what I deserve."
Xi Jin: “…” It’s hard to persuade that damned guy with kind words.
Shi Ling walked out of the north gate of Xiguang Hospital and saw a very popular temple called Wuzai Temple.
Wuzai Temple has a geographical advantage, is close to Xiguang Hospital, and has an auspicious name, so all patients and their families who come to Xiguang Hospital for medical treatment will come here to worship and pray for safety from disasters and troubles.
However, Shi Ling felt that Wuzai Temple didn't have the feel of an ancient temple. The brightly colored building materials didn't give it a rustic, old-fashioned feel. Modern ticket control was implemented at the entrance, and the ATM had clearly marked prices for incense sticks and candles, as well as Wuzai Temple's own cultural and creative products like ice cream and amulets.
She went in to take a look out of curiosity and paid a hundred yuan for the entrance fee.
"It's really Buddha who saved Yuanren."
Shi Ling sighed softly, taking the bundle of incense sticks she had been given and about to enter the temple to pay her respects, but her eyes were drawn to the vast expanse of golden ginkgo trees outside the temple. Many tourists were taking photos of the ginkgo trees and the temple.
Most temples have ginkgo trees planted, and some ancient temples even have thousand-year-old ginkgo trees. Ginkgo trees can bear fruit in just 20 years.
However, when Shi Ling looked around, he found that almost all the ginkgo trees in Wuzai Temple had no ginkgo nuts, not even the tallest ones.
Shi Ling sighed softly, "This temple is quite young, less than twenty years old. Why does it feel like it's even older than Xiguang Hospital?"
A slightly sarcastic voice came from the side, "Because Wuzai Temple was deliberately built next to Xiguang Hospital, so that it would have more visitors and more incense."
Shi Ling turned his head and saw a little monk wearing a gray monk's robe.
The little monk looked like an elementary school student, with a round bald head. He was good-looking, but his face was not kind, and he even looked a little cynical. The Buddhist beads in his hand were almost torn apart.
Shi Ling was surprised, "Why do you say that about your temple?"
The young monk instantly became furious and glared at her, "This shabby temple is not my temple! I'm a monk from Fanning Temple! Our Fanning Temple is the oldest temple in Yuncheng, more than a thousand years old, built on Fanning Mountain. It can't be compared to this shabby temple built in the last decade or so to make money!"
(End of this chapter)
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