Wang Yao had received Hua Tuo's instruction when he entered, which had raised his expectations considerably. But the lotus flower was just plastic, a machine-made product. Yunji Temple dared to charge 666 yuan? Good heavens, are the monks here all desperate for money? This is robbery!
"Give me a Tiger-Taming Arhat!" A cheerful and clear voice rang out in the Arhat Hall. Hua Tuo and Wang Yao's expressions changed immediately upon hearing the voice. Hua Tuo carefully put the Arhat back in his hand, while Wang Yao turned around and rushed towards the sound.
Hui Shuo stood there with his arms crossed, gazing longingly at the dense array of Arhats before him. A monk was taking the Tiger-Taming Arhat from him and was about to hand it to Hui Shuo.
"Wait!"
"Wait a minute!"
Wang Yao and Hua Tuo rushed forward one after the other, carrying Hui Shuo out of the Arhat Hall.
"Don't pull me, I'm inviting the Arhats!" Hui Shuo hurriedly called out.
"I know you're inviting an Arhat, but do you know how much it costs to invite an Arhat?" Wang Yao whispered.
“Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!” Hua Tuo added softly from the side.
Upon hearing what Hua Tuo said, Hui Shuo's expression changed. The price of 8,888 was indeed a bit frightening. When he was farming in Lianye Mountain, he couldn't spend that much money in a year.
"Um... Father and Mother, how much money do I have left?" Hui Shuo blinked and turned to ask Wang Yao.
“Um… I haven’t spent much these past two days. If I’ve paid 33,000 from Boss Yu, I should still have a little over 100,000 left.” Wang Yao was stunned. He hadn’t counted exactly how much money he got from Hui Shuo, but he was sure he had a rough idea.
"Oh, then let's invite the Tiger-Taming Arhat back. The fortune teller said that the Tiger-Taming Arhat is specifically for dealing with troublemakers and can prevent accidents."
Hui Shuo nodded. He still had nearly 100,000 yuan left. Eight or nine thousand yuan was fine with him. The key was that the Tiger-Taming Arhat could prevent Boss Yu's accident from happening again.
"No... the Arhats you invited to Lianye Temple on Lianye Mountain are ineffective? Or is it that the price for inviting Arhats there is the same?" Wang Yao asked with a frown. He had never visited any temples in Xiangyun City, so he really had no idea about the cost of Buddhist services in Xiangyun.
If Xiangyun Temple is similar to this Yunji Temple, wouldn't all the Bodhisattvas in the world be the first to achieve a comfortable life? No wonder they're all so fat and chubby, they're so good at making money!
"Lianye Temple doesn't have these rules. You don't even need to buy a ticket to enter, and the incense is free. It's up to the donor to give. Lianye Temple also has a lottery system, but you just need to spend ten or five yuan to listen to Master Dajue's explanation. A good lottery is ten yuan, a medium lottery is five yuan, and a bad lottery is free."
"I've never heard of inviting an Arhat. If we're going to invite one from Lotus Leaf Temple..."
Upon hearing the mention of Lianye Temple, Hui Shuo began to understand. Compared to Lianye Temple, Yunji Temple had far more and more ways to make money; their methods were simply endless. If someone were to spend eight thousand yuan at Lianye Temple to bring home an Arhat, wouldn't those old monks praise him to the skies?
"Then why don't you just go back to Lianye Temple and ask for help? Think about it, it costs more than 8,000 yuan! Here, the Bodhisattva is indifferent, but at Lianye Temple, the poor Bodhisattva there will move you to tears. The effect will definitely be much better than here," Wang Yao advised.
“But… I got the best fortune slip! My master said that as long as I invite an Arhat home, there will be no more accidents when I beg for alms. Moreover, the fortune slips here are very accurate. They even know that I am a lay monk without a certificate or document.”
In fact, Wang Yao had already persuaded Hui Shuo, but he was still somewhat conflicted.
"Damn, I got a very lucky draw too, what about you?" Wang Yao tapped his head, looked at Hua Tuo, and finally understood what was going on.
"Didn't I tell you? I'm also a top-tier doctor!" Hua Tuo glared at Wang Yao, then looked at Hui Shuo and sighed deeply. "Now I understand, it's not that the fortune sticks at Yunji Temple are accurate, it's that the monks at Yunji Temple have sharp eyes! This kid actually knew I'm a doctor."
“I understand. It’s easy to guess that you don’t have a certificate or ID. Monks can enter the Yunling Eighteen Temples for free, so there should be a special place to receive them. You, a monk, are just wandering around with tourists. What else could you be but a fake monk?”
"Damn, mine is easy to guess too. If he were really a rich second-generation, from a wealthy family, wouldn't he be surrounded by a retinue here? At the very least, he wouldn't have gone into that fortune-telling room and been scammed. Since he went in, he definitely doesn't have any connections. Damn it!"
When Wang Yao guessed it, he was furious. It was one thing for Yunji Temple to exploit the poor, but the monk who interpreted the divination was blatantly discriminating! Just because he wasn't a rich kid or born into a wealthy family, did that mean he deserved to be ripped off?
“Mine is a bit more complicated. How does this kid know I’m a doctor?” Hua Tuo blinked, somewhat suspicious.
"This...did you prepare any medicine or anything before you went to Caidu to pick us up?" Wang Yao asked. They spent all day with Hua Tuo, and they were used to the smell on Hua Tuo. It was probably because the high monk had a very keen sense of smell that he could detect the medicinal smell on Hua Tuo.
"Nonsense! I'm using elixirs now, why would I need to brew medicine?" Hua Tuo rolled his eyes at Wang Yao, then pondered deeply. He was just a hunchbacked old man, how could that high monk recognize him as a doctor? It was truly puzzling.
"Master Dacheng once said that people in every profession have their own habits. Butchers like to look at people's necks, chefs like to look at people's mouths, writers have calluses on their middle fingers, and gunmen have calluses on their index fingers... I guess the fortune teller figured that out from these things?"
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