Gu Qi, she just wants to farm

Chapter 403 A monk who is not like a monk

"Master!" Seeing the person coming, Kong Wen's eyes lit up with joy.

The visitor was in his early forties, and he was not as round and kind as a middle-aged monk. On the contrary, he had a handsome face, solemn and indifferent eyes, and was dressed in an ordinary gray monk robe. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a compassionate eminent monk, but more like a deep mountain old man who is cultivating his morality and waiting to become a fairy.

"Master Abbot."

Gu Qi clasped his hands together and performed the Buddhist ceremony. Although the person who came did not look like an old monk, there was only one great monk in the whole Baiyun Temple, and he could not guess the wrong person.

"Two benefactors, the poor monk was delayed by something just now, so don't take offense to the two benefactors. Since the benefactor likes the Buddhist tea in this temple, the poor monk still has half a jar to give to the benefactor."

"Then thank you abbot." Gu Qi smiled and beckoned Huang Shanhai to come forward.

Huang Shanhai understood, took out a 50 taels of silver ticket that he had prepared in advance and said: "My son is passing through Guibao Land, and he heard from businessmen that the Baiyun Temple on Beiyun Mountain is quite effective, so he wants to ask for some peace talismans for his relatives and friends at home. .

The 50 taels of silver is the incense money donated by the young master. I hope that the abbot master can see my young master's filial piety, and he has given my young master's heart. "

50 taels of silver is really nothing to some temples with a lot of incense, but for a declining temple with only three monks, the silver is enough for them to live a life without worrying about food and clothing for several years.

Of course, the premise is that there are really only three monks in Baiyun Temple.

50 taels of silver is not too much, not too little, and it is a test of proportion.

The abbot's face was pale, and he didn't show any extra expression because Huang Shanhai handed over the bank note, but the eyes of the young monk Kongwen at the side lit up.

He saw that the clothes of these two people did not look like they were rich and powerful. They were just two small traders passing by. , Twelve is very rare.

Unexpectedly, these two people looked ordinary, but their actions were unambiguous, a total of 50 taels of silver.

In the past two years, it has been a long time since there have been such generous pilgrims in the temple, and there is no need for the master to chant scriptures and super-salvation, just asking for a few peace talismans.

There are a lot of stocks in this kind of Ping'an Talisman Temple, and it doesn't matter if you send out more than a dozen.

The more Kong Wen thought about it, the more he felt happy. He didn't expect that his junior brother Kong Jian had told him that the two were fat sheep.

"Master?" Kong Wen cautiously looked at the abbot.

Seeing the abbot nodding his head calmly, Kong Wen happily took the bank note from Huang Shanhai, not to mention Huang Shanhai took the opportunity to pinch his face.

50 taels of silver, so much, just pinch it.

It's a pity that I don't know why Junior Brother Kongjian was left in the backyard by the master, or else Junior Brother Kongjian has a round face and a lot of flesh, and the benefactor who gave the money looked happy and wondered if he could pinch a few more and donate a few taels of incense money Woolen cloth.
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"Almsgiver, please come with the poor monk."

Although Baiyun Temple has declined, the division of labor among the halls is still clear, and the place where Baiyun Temple prepares blessings and blessings for pilgrims to consecrate mascots such as peace symbols is in the Fawu Hall.

At this time, the middle-aged abbot with a calm and solemn face took Gu Qi and the two into the Dharma Object Hall, took out the safety talisman and asked Gu Qi for the method of chanting and blessing after writing the horoscope of the person to be presented as a gift.

Gu Qi and Huang Shanhai naturally don't understand Buddhism, and they don't know whether the technique of the great monk in front of them is authentic or not, but it doesn't look like a disguise from the skilled appearance.

(End of this chapter)