The Hanfu movement on Jinhu has already shown results. After several promoters collected 100,000 signatures, Jinhu sent them his signature. Now, Jinhu is either military uniform or Hanfu at formal occasions. With the start of Jinhu, this matter is much easier. Now many people in small towns have gradually become accustomed to wearing Hanfu to attend some major occasions. The government departments have also passed a regulation, Hanfu is used as formal wear. Jinhu himself cannot wear the too complicated outfit of the Han Dynasty, and likes to wear the Tang Dynasty costume, just like the tight-sleeved outfit on the portrait of Emperor Taizong of Tang. Now Jinhu is wearing such a black Tang suit. The collar cuffs and hem are dark Ruyi patterns. A jade belt is tied around his waist and black leather shoes are also replaced with black leather shoes. Jinhu thinks that this outfit is convenient, and it is very comfortable to wear and walk.

Seeing Jin Hu walking out of the car, some of the people who came to the Taoist temple quickly recognized Jin Hu. Some of them greeted Jin Hu, and Jin Hu nodded and responded.

"I'm fine if you've been here for more than a year?" The old Taoist priest said to Jin Hu. Four disciples followed behind him, one of whom was a golden retriever, with a golden retriever tied around his head, wearing an eight-treasure crown, which made Jin Hu smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Old Taoist, your body is also much stronger, but it can be seen that the hardships of the past few years have not been in vain." Jin Hu withdrew his gaze from the door of the White Taoist priest's bag, looked at the old Taoist's eyes and said with a smile.

The old Taoist smiled at Jin Hu's eyes: "This period has benefited me a lot. The ancients said that Chao Wen Dao died in the evening. Now I finally understand the meaning of this sentence, donor, please!" After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation to Jin Hu. Jin Hu raised his foot and walked towards the temple. The old Taoist followed Jin Hu while introducing it. He walked to the wall in the door. Only then did Jin Hu see that the wall group next to the wall was full of names. He knew that this was the name of the person who had donated money in the past two years. One person had one or two yuan at a time, and the entire wall group was full of names.

After glanced at these names, Jin Hu walked straight into the house. Many of these people had put in great effort. For example, when Jin Hu's mother Zuo Cui came when she was fine. Donating some of them could not resist the old man's visit. Now the old man who lives in a small town, whether they were rich or poor, now his family has some extra money. For more than two years, the old Taoist brought his disciples to form a tower and saved up a Taoist temple.

When I walked into the Dao Temple, I felt a difference. There was no incense smell inside. The air was also good. Many people listened to a Taoist priest talking softly. Now it was daytime that there was no light on. However, the slender windows on the wall and the round windows above the square window cast the shadow of sunshine in the house. The square window was covered with Chinese ancient panes. The round window on the top was Yin and Yang fish. The whole house was filled with mottled sunlight, and a trace of religious atmosphere arose, with a trace of mystery in solemnity. When I raised my head, I saw that there was a kind of heat film on the top of my head, with mythical figures painted on it. All of these gods were tall and over-the-top, and the biggest figure in the middle seemed to be the moral heavenly priest that I had said in my ear. The moral heavenly priest whom I worshipped as the main god is the moral heavenly priest, not the ancestor of the Three Pure Ones.

He found a bench and sat down. Jin Hu closed his eyes and listened to the Taoist priests above. Even at such a distance, he could still clearly hear the Taoist priests in front of him saying: "Are you friendly to your compatriots? When they are in trouble, they can extend a helping hand? Do you cherish today's life?..."

After listening to the passage, Jin Hu nodded with satisfaction and did not tell these people anything like reincarnation in the next life. He turned to the old Taoist priest next to him and said, "Is there a school nearby?" The rest of the people asked this question were stunned.

The old Taoist priest understood and said to Jin Hu with a smile on his face: "The donor wants the old Taoist to have a free meal, there is no school nearby!"

Jin Hu laughed twice after hearing this. According to the regulations here, if the old Taoist relies on the school, he would have to spend at least a few years of imprisonment. Within a few meters of the school, all buildings must not exceed the height of the school, in order to avoid blocking the school's lighting. As for the previous government office buildings that could not exceed the school, it is needless to say, something deeply rooted in the hearts. This Taoist temple is designed with a very high standard, and all the hints and so on are used, and the effect is very good. If Jin Hu was not strong in his heart, it would be difficult for ordinary people to come here to be undevoted in this atmosphere. Look at the ten-meter-high roof, look at the sunshine pouring in, warmth spreading in the house, and the gossip icons that you have to look up to see in front of you. Everything gives people a hint that this is a sacred place.

As soon as the Taoist priests sat in front of the altar finished speaking, the old men in front stood up from the wooden bench, lined up in a row with their hands in their arms and walked to the front. Then they took two steps back and bowed to the Bagua Tu, turned around and left.

Seeing that the people were almost gone, Jin Hu walked towards the altar in front. When he got to the front, he saw a box in front. Jin Hu took out a one-yuan Huayuan coin from his pocket, placed it in Heshi's palms, put it on the merit box, closed his eyes at the Bagua graphics on the altar. After two or three seconds, he put his hands on it and heard a crisp sound. The coins that fell into the box hit the rest of the coins. When he opened his eyes, he heard the old Taoist saying, "The Heavenly Lord and the ancestors have spirits. If you have good thoughts and love the people around you, and empathize with their joy and pain. He is willing to extend a helping hand to those in trouble in times of danger. Even if you are in the dark, they will shine the sun on your heart and attach your courage and strength to break through this darkness until dawn! The Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

Jin Hu nodded and took two steps back, turned around and walked towards the door. He decided to support the development of Tiandaoism in his heart. Support was supported by laws and regulations. Jin Hu didn't want a piece of wood dandruff that was thick with wrists to ask believers for thousands of dollars to burn incense, and created a large group of wine and meat religions. Originally, religion was a thing that taught people to be kind, how would you do a show like when you set up a company and there was a table of vegetarian dishes. It was a variety of ways to make it. When you had nothing to do, you would find two miserable women to consecrate them. What are these things! Others here

No, it’s just paying taxes! If the Taoist temple can be exempted from taxes, it’s not a person who will grow up immediately. If you don’t engage in production or create economic value, you can’t even create spiritual value, then what’s the use of me? Jin Hu’s understanding that becoming a monk is to endure hardship. If you can’t even endure hardship, you can’t even practice in a car? Jin Hu’s side is not capable! The tax revenue is 50% and the charity is at least 25% charity, and you keep the flowers for the rest. Don’t tell you how the old Taoist priests and their disciples did it? And not only did it, they donated the money saved to the education fund.

The news Zou Heming got was that when these Taoist priests in the small town went out to preach, they used to have a bowl of rice and soup. At the beginning, many people thought it was strange that the monks in China either drove or drove small cars. How could they find sinners like this? Waiting for the news that these thrifty and stingy Taoist priests donated 200,000 to the education fund. Every time they entered the store to eat, the store would give these people a plate of dishes. If these people were too much, they would refuse, just a plate. Later, they found that it didn't matter, so the plate was full of meat, full of piles. The old Taoist priest said to the disciples: Your heart is full of greed, how can you teach others to do good?

The dish that has good relationships in our hearts is our good fruit. On the contrary, this is also the reason why the Tiandaoism has gained countless believers among middle-aged and elderly people in the past two years. And when you enter the Taoist temple, you don’t need to buy incense and kneel down. But at the end, if you want, you can invest some change in the merit box. Begging for gods is no longer expensive, and more and more people believe in this way. Every day, many believers go to the Taoist temple for spiritual comfort or listen to the words of the monks. When the people are more than one, twenty-five percent will be added. The old Taoist priests have announced all the expenses of the Taoist temple, and the expenses are also under the monitoring of the tax department. The extra money is also donated to the education fund.

Jin Hu went back to his office and thought about chatting with Zhang Zhengmin to see how he could support the development of Tiandaoism. Now Jin Hu seems that this religion is what satisfy him and he wants to be a religion: it is really for the sake of being kind, not to make money for himself. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard the knock on the door at the door, shouted and saw Zhang Zhengmin's figure put down the phone, smiled and said, "I'm just going to find you!"

"We also have a headache!" Zhang Zhengmin, An Lei and Song Zhuohang walked in. The three of them sat on the sofa. Song Zhuohang said to Jin Hu: "We are having a headache and money!"

Jin Hu walked over from behind the table, sent a cigarette to the three of them and said with a smile: "You have a headache about money? What are you trying to do? What are you trying to do? Is it over the budget? Is it refuted by those people?"

Zhang Zhengmin looked at Jin Hu with a wry smile and said, "You can see it yourself. We are not having a headache, but we have more money!"

"This is a new thing." Jin Hu picked up the report and sat down, looked at it and opened his eyes: "There is so much money in these two funds now?"

Zhang Zhengmin nodded after hearing this: "You are right. The current education fund of more than ten primary schools, plus more than ten middle schools, is exchanged for USD 15.3 billion, and the education cost per student is 750,000 USD, and the security fund is 12.8 billion. The average head of each person is 47,000 USD!"

Jin Hu shook his head and rubbed his eyes hard. He couldn't help but ask softly why there were so many things? (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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