The next day, the bulletin board on the street was updated again.
The tour guide spoke to the crowd in high spirits: "Everyone! Everyone! The activity at Fuyun Temple yesterday was so popular that we don't have enough Buddhist beads!"
"In order to thank all the pilgrims for their kindness, Fuyun Temple said that you can bring your personal belongings to the master for blessing!"
"At the same time! Every pilgrim who goes again today will be given three cents, but those who went yesterday will not be given anything!"
Someone in the crowd complained, "Why are there no tickets for those who went yesterday? Isn't Fuyun Temple cheating people? Going early doesn't get any benefits, but going late can get three cents. Is there such a thing in the world?"
"That's right! That's right! Isn't this just a trick?"
The guide sneered and said, "Why don't you disguise yourself and go there? There will be so many people around anyway, who will know who you are?"
"Hiss...Yeah! I'll go then!"
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After some inquiries, Abbot Hongcheng already knew what was going on.
It turned out that he had been tricked by the government. However, he did not dare to act rashly as the situation was unclear. He thought that he would go to the government to talk to them after dealing with the remaining pilgrims the next day.
After a whole day of intensive bead-playing, several monks had blisters on their hands. The worst case was that of Master Huijue, whose hands were as swollen as pig's trotters... It seemed that they didn't play beads very often.
Abbot Hongcheng finally convinced everyone by his persuasion and they agreed to continue the consecration ceremony for a while tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the gate of Fuyun Temple again the next day, he was stunned by the scene before him.
This time, pilgrims flocked into the temple carrying all kinds of belongings.
Some were holding broken bowls and basins, and some were carrying shoulder poles.
The worst thing is that they brought a urinal...
Abbot Hongcheng felt as if his throat was being strangled, and asked in a trembling voice: "Dear donors... why did you bring so many things here today?"
The people below laughed: "Don't you have enough Buddhist beads and want to consecrate your personal belongings? Don't worry, Abbot, we have brought them all here, and we will definitely not let you monks down!"
"And where can I get the three cents?"
Abbot Hongcheng's voice trembled even more: "What do you mean by three cents?"
"Didn't they say that every pilgrim should give three cents? Are you trying to shirk your responsibility?"
"I... how could it be possible! How can Fuyun Temple go back on its word! All donors, please consecrate the statue first, and after that, each person can go and receive three cents..."
Three cents per person... How much is that? Is the money earned from incense offerings a few days ago enough to pay it out?
Abbot Hongcheng stared at the crowd and kept thinking in his mind.
The hands under the cassock were already bleeding... Abbot Hongcheng couldn't figure out who he had offended and why he was targeting Fuyun Temple!
The situation of the several senior monks behind him was even worse.
The color on his face was completely drained, and he was shaking like a sieve.
What a sin! I have been studying sutras all my life and now I have to suffer this kind of punishment! Where is justice?
The most unbearable one was Master Huijue, who looked like he had lost his parents. His hands, which were swollen like pig's trotters, were trembling slightly and he kept mumbling to himself.
Fang Zhengyi...it must be Fang Zhengyi's doing.
I'm trying to make some extra money but you still want to torture me... I've been tortured once, so when will it ever be over?
Even so, several monks still forced themselves to remain calm, kneeled on the cushions, and began to consecrate the items one by one.
There is no way not to open it! I was already in a dilemma yesterday... Many people today are still queuing up last night. If it is not opened again, I am afraid that not only Fuyun Temple will be destroyed, but I will also be in trouble.
Master Huijue took the urinal handed to him by the smiling rascal in front of him and began to "play" with it in his hands.
He started rapping again.
The rascal found it interesting and said, "Master, you must open it carefully. This urinal is a treasure that has been passed down in my family for three generations. It is of great significance!"
I want to put the urinal on your face!
Master Huijue suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Don't worry, benefactor. I will do my best..."
"Thank you, Master! But... why is your hand swollen?"
Damn it!
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Another day of hard work, the monks who had blisters on one hand yesterday now have both hands bleeding.
If it were Buddhist beads, it would be fine, as they are round and have little friction, but now all kinds of messy things are coming up, even some broken things like bamboo baskets and baskets.
That thing is prickly!
If you don't turn it over and over in your hands, the pilgrims will immediately give you vicious looks.
You have already polished the Buddhist beads, so what's the point of you not polishing my things? Are you looking down on me? Then can the consecration still be effective?
Under the "coercion" of the crowd, the monks had no choice but to sell groceries.
A group of evil people in the temple didn't feel the slightest bit of pity when they saw the monks' bleeding hands, but became even more excited!
This is the blood of a great monk, it can ward off evil and avoid disasters, and the effect of the blessing is maximized!
What does your discomfort have to do with me?
As a great monk, it’s no big deal if he bleeds a little!
Seeing that there were so many people, Abbot Hongcheng personally joined the team to count the groceries.
However, everyone obviously looked down on the monks from this monastery, and the monks from other monasteries were more popular.
There were obviously fewer people in the line in front of him than the other monks.
Even so, Abbot Hongcheng's hands were still covered with blisters.
It was already dark, and looking at the dense crowd in the yard, Abbot Hongcheng felt disappointed...
All the merits in the merit box have been distributed, and there are still countless people waiting to receive the money for the blessing.
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