Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 237: Can incense money be used to kill people in a group? (Please collect and recommend monthly tickets)
"Group group?"

This was the first time Zhu Bajie heard this term, and he couldn't help but look inside the temple curiously.

There are quite a few monks in Zhenhai Chanlin Temple, and each monk is surrounded by a large group of pilgrims. Judging from their clothes, it can be seen that they are ordinary people in the surrounding area.

There are few particularly wealthy dignitaries.

This made Zhu Bajie couldn't help but become curious.

In the temples we passed on the way to pray for Buddhist scriptures, almost no one took the poor people who came to offer incense seriously. They all kept fawning over the rich.

This is also the reason why most temples can be built so magnificently.

It was the first time that he had seen Zhenhai Zenyuan Linsi entertain the poor so warmly.

The lama monk smiled and then said: "Huiren, the abbot of Lao Na Monastery, I wonder where they came from?"

Tang Sanzun said: "The poor monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

The smile on Master Huiren's face became even bigger: "It turns out he is an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty! My little Zhenhai Zenlin Temple is really prosperous today!"

Although Host Huiren has never traveled far, he has heard of the name of Datang, which is much better than a remote place like theirs.

To come all this way here is definitely a big fish that can be slaughtered!

"Some of you don't know. Zhenhai Chanlin Temple is not as good as the temples in the Tang Dynasty. The people here don't have much money. In order to facilitate the people here to pray, our temple has specially launched a group activity."

"As long as there are more than ten pilgrims praying at the same time at one time, this temple can give a [-]% discount on the sesame oil merit money for a group of ten people!"

"If there are more than 20 pilgrims praying at the same time, the local source can form a group of 20 people and get a [-]% discount on the sesame oil merit money."

Host Huiren introduced the temple's profit model while welcoming Tang San Burial and others in.

Seeing the excited faces of the people in the temple, Tang Sanzong was immediately speechless.

Obviously I can't even afford to eat when I look sallow and skinny, but I still want to go to the temple and donate money for incense...

How can a group-building model attract so many people?
at this time.

An old man in ragged clothes and holding a cane ran in with excitement on his face.

"Master, I have brought twenty villagers from surrounding villages here to pray for blessings this time. The more new pilgrims you promise to bring me, you will chop off my incense money. Doesn't this still count?"

Host Huiren gave Tang San an apologetic look, and then walked up to the old man.

"Old man Wu, of course I mean what I say!"

"Today, while everyone is here, I would like to reiterate once again that team-building and slashing are strategies that our Zhenhai Chanlin Temple needs to stick to for a long time to benefit the people!"

"Whenever you bring new pilgrims, you can not only enjoy the group price, but also get a cut of your own incense money. The more people you bring, the less incense money you need to pay!"

After Huiren finished speaking, the people in the hall seemed to have been given blood, their faces flushed with excitement, and they couldn't help cheering.

"Great!"

"President Huiren is simply our living Bodhisattva!"

"When I get back today, I will call my third uncle and his second uncle's wife to pray for blessings!"

"Pray! You must pray! Pray hard!"

"From now on, I will choose Zhenhai Chanlin Temple to pray for blessings. It is economical and affordable!"

Host Huiren looked at the enthusiastic people, raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone is right, if you pray at Zhenhai Chanlin Temple, the more you fight, the more you will be chopped down!"

"In the future, everyone can be reincarnated into a wealthy family and enjoy a blissful life in the next life!"

Huiren's voice seemed to have a hint of charm, which made everyone present couldn't help but spend their hard-earned money.

Especially old man Wu grinned happily with big yellow teeth.

"Without further ado, please invite all the pilgrims in the group to accept the Master's blessing!"

Huiren watched everyone throw their money into the merit box willingly, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Why don't some eminent monks from the Tang Dynasty come all the way to try our blessings at Zhenhai Zenlin Temple?" Host Huiren tilted his head and looked at Tang San's burial with a smile.

"Master, what do you say?"

Sun Xingzhe looked at Tang Sanzong, although he couldn't understand the business model of Zhenhai Zenlin Temple.

But when I see these ordinary people who are all skinny and have to send the money they have saved to the merit box, I always feel a little uncomfortable.

We encountered many temples along the way, but this was the first one that tried so hard to trick the poor people.

After watching Tang San's Burial for a long time, I realized that if Huiren could travel to the future, he would be an Internet marketing director.

He finally figured out how to form a group and perform a slashing attack.

This model of Internet can at least bring some benefits to customers.

Isn't it just a big injustice to do this kind of incense offering in this temple?
However, these common people are like chicken blood, as if they have taken advantage of the temple.

When one person offers incense, it is still a fool's errand by chanting sutras, and when ten people offer incense, it is also a fool's errand. If you form a group like this, they won't have to repeat the sutra chants.

Tang Sanzian narrowed his eyes slightly, then wiped his bald head and said: "Master, the poor monk is also a monk, so there is no need to pray for blessings."

After hearing this, Huiren's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then returned to normal.

This scene was naturally seen by Tang Sanzang, and he immediately said: "But, it's getting late today, and the poor monk wants to stay here for the night, and I hope the host can make it convenient!"

Tang Sanbian winked at Sun Xingzhe. After the latter was stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted and took out a gold ingot and placed it in front of Huiren's eyes.

"Ah, this... this, this, this..."

Host Huiren's eyes immediately shone with light: "Holy Monk, how embarrassing this is..."

"As the saying goes, monasteries and monasteries are all the residences of our masters. When you see the mountain gate, you have three liters of rice. The holy monk gives you money, but he is disrespectful. He is disrespectful..."

Having said that, Host Huiren did not stop moving, and neatly put a piece of gold into his pocket.

He glanced at the people behind Tang San's burial, and when his eyes fell on the faces of Xingxian and Jade Rat Spirit, Host Huiren showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Holy Monk, it's okay for you guys to stay overnight, but this female family member..."

Zhu Bajie muttered dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with the female relatives? I see there are many female pilgrims in this hall!"

Host Huiren waved his hand hastily: "This holy monk is too worried."

"What I mean is that there are not many meditation rooms in this temple. If we can make a separate room for the female family members..."

"Why, you don't allow female relatives to stay here?" Tang Sanzian raised his eyebrows.

Host Huiren's mouth twitched slightly.

I have been a monk for so many years, but I have never seen a monk go out to take care of his family and his female dependents.

But when he thought that Tang Sanzong would get an ingot of gold from him, it was hard to refuse.

Host Huiren deliberately showed a look of struggle on his face, gritted his teeth and said:

"This is not true, it is actually a pure place of Buddhism. If the holy monk insists on letting his female family members stay, he will have to... pay more!"

Snapped!
Tang San was buried without saying a word and asked Sun Xingzhe to throw another ingot of gold over.

"I told you earlier, it's just money, the poor monk has plenty of it!"

Host Huiren looked at the ingot of gold that appeared out of thin air in his hand, his old face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Several holy monks, there are too many people in the outer hall, let's invite them inside, please come inside!"

"Yuantong, Yuanzhen, you two, stop praying and quickly prepare meditation rooms for some holy monks!"

"I want the best Zen room!"

(End of this chapter)