"If you want to shrink, you must strengthen it; if you want to weaken it, you must strengthen it; if you want to abolish it, you must raise it; if you want to take it, you must firmly talk to it. Although this method is small, it is not bad!" Le Zhen smiled slightly.

"Master, a monk takes Taoist theory as a standard, and it is not embarrassing!" Tang Yi said quietly behind his back.

Le Zhen smiled slightly and said unconsciously: "Little donor, you don't understand this. I went out of Hangu Pass to the west and turned Hu into Buddha. Then Bodhidharma came across the sea, drinking and pecking, and the cause and effect cycle!"

"Haha, it's fresh. As far as I know, Lao Tzu's Hu Sutra was created when Buddhism was just introduced to Middle Earth, so it was mostly false scriptures. How could you believe it?"

This kid knows so much, and Le Zhen smiled slightly: "Amitabha, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. You can't let your disciples believe in an external religion!"

Tang Yi blinked his eyes and suddenly smiled, "Master, I began to respect you a little!"

As the sun was approaching, there were more and more pilgrims in Tianfei Palace. Not only the villagers around Liuhebao, but also some rich people from Taicang Prefecture rushed over.

Since I come every year, there is nothing strange about it, I just think it is a formality.

But along the way, I saw many pilgrims chatting and laughing. Whenever someone took out something like Buddha statues, bracelets, and peace talismans, it attracted a burst of envy and praise.

"See, this peace talisman was consecrated by the master himself. It is spiritual and can bless people! It's a pity. If you come early, you can get the Buddha statue." The thin middle-aged man felt a little regretful, but then he smiled and said, "But there is better than not, don't wait. Only the first hundred people have gifts. If you want something, come early in the future!"

As soon as these words were said, a few pilgrims showed regretful expressions, but someone suddenly laughed in a muffled voice from behind, "From your virtue, what's the point of bragging about? I have a Buddha statue."

Everyone suddenly turned around and a tall and strong man came, with a colorful statue of Guanyin dragging on his thick black hands.

The thin middle-aged man was stunned. The other person was obviously more advanced than him. He asked in dissatisfaction: "How did you get it?"

"Haha, let me tell you that it was given by the master in the temple."

"You are not in the top 100, how could you give it to you?" The little thin man's eyes widened.

The big man laughed: "I don't know anything, so I dare to brag. Let me tell you, I spent ten taels of silver to burn a stick of incense. The master gave me a statue of Guanyin and promised to put my father's spiritual card in the hall. The master recited scriptures and saved me every day." At this point, the big man's eyes were a little wet.

"My father was in charge of the boat, so he died in the river, not even a whole body! This time, if a master recites sutras and saves him every day, he can reach the Pure Land early, and I am also considered filial!"

So that's it. When everyone heard the big man's words, they couldn't help but give out their thumbs.

"What a filial son. Although the old man is dead, he is lucky. The descendants are good!"

Hearing everyone's praise, the man's vanity was completely satisfied. He was so happy that he could walk with wind.

Their conversation was heard by people in the carriage on the way. The man was named Xu Tiancai, who was just in his early thirties and then went on to have a silk business at home at the beginning of the year.

When Xu Tiancai heard the man talk about his father, he couldn't help but think of his father. His father worked hard all his life and saved up such a large family business, and he didn't enjoy it at all.

As for me, I originally wanted to keep mourning for a hundred days, but I was busy with business. After only three days of work, I hurriedly handled the business.

It’s all unfilial to think about it!

If you can set up a spirit card for your father in the Tianfei Palace and enjoy the incense, you can also make up for your shortcomings in your heart. If you dream back at midnight, you won’t have to wake up often.

"Hurry, go to Tianfei Palace quickly, I want to burn incense." Xu Tiancai shouted anxiously.

Hearing the boss's instructions, he hurriedly waved his whip, and the car ran so fast.

Not long after, when he arrived at the gate of Tianfei Palace, Xu Tian jumped out of the carriage. He looked over and saw dozens of people lined up at the door alone, waiting to burn incense. The little shaman ran forward and behind to support him.

Xu Tiancai frowned. There were so many people, and when did he have to wait for him to hurry back to Taicang! A little novice came over and he reached out and stopped the other party.

"My little master, I have something to ask about."

"Amitabha, please tell me, donor." Xu Chen said politely.

"That's right. I heard that the temple can set up a spirit card for the dead ancestors and enjoy incense. Is this a matter?"

Xu Chen looked up and down and saw that the person who came was wearing silk and jade pendants under his ribs looked nothing special. It was exactly what Tang Yi said about fat sheep. It was simply innocence without slaughtering a knife.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Donor, please follow me!"

Xu Chen took Xu Tiancai around the main entrance, entered the Tianfei Palace from the side door, and went directly to the living room, and sat inside.

"Master, this donor wants to set up a spirit card for his ancestors."

"knew."

At this time, Tang Yi was still immersed in horror. Tang Yi made these small tricks, which greatly stimulated the pilgrims. In fact, the temple fair was not only the devout believers, but also many people who went to the market to watch the fun. They didn't know anything, and they all thought that spending more was better than spending less. To give the Buddha more, they would naturally have more blessings. Those who never would have to spend money would throw three or five copper coins. They would not be more content for anything else. Is it important to participate?

Those who wear silk and satin naturally do not want to be like mud legs. Whether it is burning incense or giving, they must have an extra piece so that they can show their identity.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, it is not enough to burn incense. I reward more money for incense and oil, just to place my ancestors’ spiritual cards so that everyone can see how willing they are to spend money.

Lezhen saw it all and felt disappointed. Why didn't he think of such a simple thing?

"Master, my disciple is polite."

"Don't give me a gift, please sit down!" Li Zhen's warm smile was like Maitreya Buddha in front of the temple gate, and he would respond to any request.

Xu Tian sat down and asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "Master, I heard that as long as the incense of ten taels of silver is burned, you can set up a spiritual card for your ancestors. Is this a matter?"

Le Zhen frowned, shook his head apart, and said, "The donor was joking. He accepted the donation of the temple and gave back to the ten directions. How could he care about how much he gave? One porridge and one meal are merits, and gold and silver are also merits. They are both gifts, and there is no distinction between them!"

These sentences are calm and gentle, and they are worthy of being a master, but their knowledge is different.

Judging from this, you can’t just spend money to set up a card, so what should I do?

Xu Tian looked at Xu Chen with help. Le Zhen's face darkened and he whispered: "Xu Chen, what's going on? I'll let you do convenient doors for the donors and save the dead souls. It's a good deed and merit. How come you get contaminated with the smell of money!"

When Xu Chen heard this, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said pitifully: "Master, there is no way for disciples. There are so many pilgrims. If everyone has established them, wouldn't the entire Tianfei Palace be able to be placed? Therefore, so... "

"Well, I think I'm confused when you say this." Lezhen was so kind, thinking about it, and said, "Let's do this, tell me, stop the matter of Lingpai! When you have a complete idea, do it!"

No! When will it be pushed!

Xu Tian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He came here with great effort. If it stopped, wouldn’t it be in vain? How could he be willing to do it? Besides, this old monk is indeed different. He is good for others to come to beg for alms. He doesn’t want the money to be given to him.

Look at the worn monk's robe and solemn face on her body. People should not behave like appearances, and the sea water should not be measured. They look like a well-known monk!

"Master, please listen to my disciple's words. The southeast is a place for poetry and books, and virtue and filial piety are the foundation of one's life. The wish of many filial sons to be worshipped in the temple by his ancestors. Master, you cannot stop your disciple's filial piety!"

Le Zhen frowned, recited the Buddha's name, and looked compassionate and saved all sentient beings. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Amitabha, donor, you are making me embarrassed!"
Chapter completed!