God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 817 The Great Salesman

Although what Du He said was simple, Fa Mang knew that it contained profound Buddhist principles, which he had never heard before.

Fa Mang was shocked immediately, and asked, "Is the benefactor a practicing layman?"

Practicing but not leaving home is a layman.

Du He shook his head: "I'm an ordinary person, not a layman."

Fa Mang said with emotion: "The benefactor has the roots of wisdom. If he can comprehend Buddhism, he must have profound attainments in the future... The benefactor's words made the poor monk suddenly enlightened and touched a lot. The benefactor is right. The Buddha Hall is majestic and the Buddha statue is solemn. , devout men and women visiting worship, although they will not burn incense and bathe, they should also pay attention to their appearance, disheveled, disheveled, it is really unbecoming, it is poor monks who are not strict in discipline, ashamed and ashamed!"

Fa Mang admired Du He extremely.

Du He said with a smile: "Master Famang, your attitude of admitting your mistakes is very good, but, how do you plan to deal with it?"

Fa Mang thought about it carefully, wondering why: "The poor monk plans to send monks from the temple to guard in front of the mountain gate. If they are dressed neatly and will not cause desecration to the Buddha, let them come in to pay homage. If there are people with disheveled hair, Just send it away."

"Master Famang, you are wrong again!" Du He raised his voice.

Fa Mang was taken aback again.

wrong again?
If it were someone else, he would have been angry a long time ago, but in Du He's words and demeanor, there was a sense of superiority that made him dare not doubt it.

"Please enlighten me, the benefactor!"

"This Chanjue Temple is far away. Those who can come here to worship Buddha are sincere people. If the master drives them away, not only will it chill people's hearts, but it will also cause the Buddha's displeasure. If the Buddha knows that you are here Will his believers who treat him poorly recognize you? This young master has a way to solve this problem for you, that is, place a few combs on both sides of the door, and anyone who goes to the temple to offer incense and worship Buddha must First comb your hair neatly, and then pay homage... What do you think?" Du He said lightly.

Fa Mang's eyes lit up: "The benefactor really has the roots of wisdom. He actually came up with such a wonderful method. After being taught, the poor monk sent someone to the county to buy a comb."

"No," Du He raised his hand and said loudly, "Why bother Master to make arrangements, I happen to have some combs in my hand, why don't you sell some to Master Famang, these combs came from Chang'an and have been used for thousands of years Made of red sandalwood, it is always worth a handful of dollars, but today I have a predestined relationship with the master, so I will charge you a hundred coins and sell you ten, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Du He waved his hand.

Fang Yiai, who had been dressed up in disguise, hurried forward with the box.

Fa Mang picked up a comb and looked at it carefully. In fact, he knew nothing.

Famang became a monk when he was 13 years old. He has not grown his hair for 40 years, and he has never even touched a comb.

Look at Du He's appearance of a worldly expert, and his clothes are not bad.

Nature is believable.

He nodded and said happily: "In that case, that poor monk will thank you, Young Master."

Fa Mang quickly sent someone money to buy ten combs.

After the mission was completed, Du He exchanged greetings with Fa Mang, and then left.

Fa Mang was very enthusiastic and personally sent Du He and his party to the mountain gate before returning reluctantly.

On the way back to Hu County, Fang Yiai was silent.

Originally, he thought that selling combs to monks would be like lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for shit (death), but it turned out that he was also beaten up.

But Du He actually did it.

Fang Yiai was in a daze until she arrived at the county government office.

Seeing that she was about to step into the gate of the county government, Fang Yiai couldn't help asking: "Du He, you... how did you do it?"

Du He turned around, took a look at Fang Yiai, and asked, "Young Master Fang, this is the magic of sales. Do you want to be a great salesman?"

"miss you!"

Fang Yiai answered without any hesitation.

The magic of this promotion is terrible.

To be able to sell things to people who don't need them at all.

What's more, the combs are rough in workmanship, and there is nothing special about them. In the county town, you can buy two combs for a penny, but you can sell them to Chanjue Temple for a hundred pennies.

This is the windfall of windfall profits!
Du He patted Fang Yiai's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Nothing is difficult in this world, as long as there is a heart and soul. To become a great salesman, you need two skills!"

"Which two?"

"First, thick-skinned. In this regard, Mr. Fang is almost ready. Second, work hard. In this regard, Mr. Fang is still not good enough. Come on, I believe in you!" Du He said with a smile.

"Well, come on, I also believe in myself!"

Fang Yiai seemed to have found a ray of light in the darkness.

He returned to the house and recalled countless times the details of his arrival at Chanjue Temple today.

Then he carefully pondered every word Du He said to himself.

Fang Yiai stayed up all night.

Early the next morning, it was still dark.

Holding the box with the comb in his arms, he set off from the county government office to Chanjue Temple.

"Yesterday, Master Famang of Chanjue Temple only bought ten combs, but ten combs are not enough for such a big temple. I will come to him today and sell him another ten combs. As long as I can sell, I promise Du Even if I did what He did, it is also the first step for me to become a great salesman... I can definitely do it!"

Fang Yiai kept cheering herself up.

……

Zen Temple.

Abbot Fa Mang finished his morning class and was eating in his room.

A monk hurried over and said with a changed face, "Abbot, it's not good!"

"What's the matter?"

The monk reported: "Abbot, according to your order, we placed ten combs behind the gate, requiring all pilgrims who come to worship Buddha to tidy up their hair before they can come in... This morning, several pilgrims showed up. , when we told them this rule, those few people were furious, saying that they had worshiped countless Buddhas, but they had never seen such a rule. Our Chanjue Temple was weird and even beat people. There are a few groups of people who came here this morning, and when they heard about this, they all left angrily and threatened that they would never come to Chanjue Temple again, abbot, what should we do?"

There are more than 30 monks in this huge temple.

These people worship Buddha and chant scriptures all day long. They don't do childbirth, but rely on the offerings of pilgrims.

Now if no one comes to worship Buddha and burn incense, the income will be cut off.

Everyone is fucked.

Snapped.

Fa Mang slammed his fist heavily on the table, "It's unreasonable, that boy yesterday was a liar, go and check, how much is that comb worth?"

The monk left in a hurry and came back in a short time. He said in a low voice, "Abbot, I went to the bottom of the mountain to find out. You can buy three combs for a penny at the bottom of the mountain."

Fa Mang almost vomited blood.

Three combs for a penny, that bastard, actually sells a comb for a hundred pennies, it's not as good as a pig or a dog!

Master Famang, who has always been stable and has the demeanor of not changing his face before the collapse of a mountain, is so irritable at this moment that he wants to find someone to single out.

Just at this moment, a monk hurried over and shouted, "Abbot, someone is visiting!"

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(End of this chapter)