Full-level metaphysics boss relies on fortune-telling to revitalize Taoist temples

Chapter 30
Song Shiyi looked at Chu Yao, and then nodded, "That's true. I only accept cash, and it's four thousand and four in total. The Lin family's big business can't even take out four thousand and four, right?"

"What are you talking about? Since Master Song only accepts cash, please wait a moment, and I will let someone pick it up for Master Song."

These days, does anyone still carry so much cash?
Lin Zhiyuan was a little puzzled, but he wondered if Song Shiyi could be the same as other masters. Their strength was so much higher, and it was normal to be a little strange.

"Then thank you Mr. Lin."

Song Shiyi nodded, and sat back in his seat again. After a while, the butler came in with a big box from the outside, sweating from running, "Master, I'll get you the cash you asked for."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, dragged the two boxes to Song Shiyi, and opened one of them. Inside were stacks of banknotes. The box was full, which made Song Shiyi jealous. She had never seen so much money!
"Master Song, all of them were exchanged for cash according to your request. The total is 5000 million. The extra 600 million is the incense burner that our Lin family gave to Wendao Temple. Please also count Master Song."

With that said, Lin Zhiyuan had already opened two boxes, each containing 500 million, a total of 5000 million.

The person who gave the money had no problem at all, but the person who received the money always felt that there was a mistake in that link. It was not 400 yuan, but how did it become 400?

Is it Lin Zhiyuan who is stupid and has a lot of money, or has she always ignored the market?
"By the way, are all your giants so rich? Tens of millions of them are given away casually?"

Song Shiyi didn't dare to pick her up, so she leaned towards Chu Yao. The Chu family was richer than the Lin family, and they gave her all the money. Lin Zhiyuan was so generous!

"I thought it was because you liked me that you charged me so cheaply."

Chu Yao pursed her lips, and later found out that Song Shiyi would not charge too much money no matter who he was, and it was not the so-called cheap charge.

"Master Song, don't you want to build a Taoist temple? It's easy to build a Taoist temple with this money, and you don't have to go to the overpass to tell fortunes every day."

Chu Yao was still talking, Song Shiyi walked to one of the boxes, took out 46 banknotes from a stack of banknotes inside, and said softly: "I think Mr. Lin misunderstood, it is 400 yuan, not 400 yuan , I can’t afford the money, so I will only take what I deserve, and ask Mr. Lin to take it back.”

The ancestors said not to be greedy, only take what you deserve, and don't take too much, otherwise there will be many causes and effects.

"Four thousand and four hundred yuan?"

Lin Zhiyuan was a little surprised. Anyone on the overpass sold more than this amount of charms, let alone those famous Taoist temples. Song Shiyi spent so many charms and saved his wife's life, but only for this little?
"Yes, four thousand four hundred yuan."

Song Shiyi threw the collected money into the small bundle behind him, and sighed, "If it wasn't for the decline of my Taoism, it is our bounden duty to kill demons and evil spirits for you, and we should not charge any fees."

Song Shiyi sighed, she had to live, and her view of asking questions had to be re-established, so it would be better for her to charge some money.

"I don't know where Master Song's Wendao Temple is. I will take my wife to the Taoist Temple to offer incense in person someday."

Lin Zhiyuan had a little more respect for Song Shiyi. It seemed that masters like Song Shiyi were really indifferent to fame and fortune, and treated money like dung, not like those Taoist priests who had no name.

"you sure?"

The expression on Song Shiyi's face was a bit strange. Lin Zhiyuan suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still nodded, "Master Song's life-saving grace is unforgettable, and he must go to ask Guan Shangxiang."

"If that's the case, then you can go up now."

As he spoke, Song Shiyi took out the memorial tablet of the Patriarch from his small bag and held it in his hand with a sincere expression on his face.

Recently, the patriarch was angry and ignored her. Now she is looking for a few pilgrims for the patriarch. With the supply of incense, the patriarch will definitely be happy, right?
"This is the patriarch of my Taoist Temple. If Mr. Lin wants to go to Taoist Temple to offer incense, he can do it now."

With that said, Song Shiyi took out another handful of incense and some yellow paper from the small bag, sighed, and went to buy again.

"Master Song, this..."

Looking at the tablet that Song Shiyi was holding in his arms, Lin Zhiyuan wiped the sweat off his face. Song Shiyi was so powerful, why did he carry these things with him, and he didn't look like a serious Taoist.

"Mr. Lin, don't dislike it. I have been hiding from the world in recent years. I don't want the world to change with each passing day. The Taoism has lost its former glory. I came down this time to re-promote the Taoism."

Song Shiyi would not be so sober and refined as the official Taoist said, everyone was silent and did not speak.

"Promoting Taoism is a long way to go. If Mr. Lin is willing, he can introduce more business for me. If there is any problem with Mr. Lin's family in the future, I will definitely give you a discount."

As he said that, Song Shiyi quietly looked at the family portrait in the living room, presumably Lin Zhiyuan would come to him again soon.

"Master Song, you are too polite. Master Song is so capable, and the Taoism will definitely get better and better. I will offer incense to the Patriarch now."

Song Shiyi nodded, gave some of his incense candles to Lin Zhiyuan, and then distributed the rest to Chu Yao and Lu Xuanjin, "You also pay respects to the patriarch, since I have helped you so much, you should also ask me Burn incense in the Taoist temple, and pay homage to the ancestors."

"Be honest when you worship, the patriarch can feel it."

The incense was lit, and several people placed it on the tablet on the table, and then inserted the incense on it.

"Okay, the patriarch feels your sincerity, that's it."

The incense was burning vigorously, and the few people were obviously honest. Song Shiyi smiled and threw the incense candle and tablet into his small bag, then turned to look at Lin Zhiyuan, "Mr. Lin, why don't we add a WeChat, so that you can easily find Me, after all, I don’t go to set up a stall on the bridge every day.”

Song Shiyi would not take the initiative to send others WeChat, Chu Yao's eyes were a little gloating.

However, Lin Zhiyuan thought that Song Shiyi was in charge, so he quickly made friends with Song Shiyi, and wanted to keep Song Shiyi and his party for dinner, but Song Shiyi declined politely and had to send them away.

"Mr. Lin, don't worry, we will have many opportunities to meet in the future. Presumably, Mr. Lin has seen my ability. If you encounter problems in the future, just contact me on WeChat."

Song Shiyi walked at the door and shook his phone.

Lin Zhiyuan, who was still smiling happily, suddenly felt something was wrong. There was no need for Song Shiyi to remind him again and again, right?
Could it be that the Lin family still has problems?
Lin Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to call his son and daughter who were outside. The daughter's phone was connected, but his son's was not connected!
(End of this chapter)