Guanyin climbed up the mountain road, her long skirt dragged behind her, and countless people followed her. She walked into Xiangyong Temple, and Xiangyong Temple had already opened the door to welcome her. At that moment, a huge sense of happiness also hit the monks of Xiangyong Temple. They also knelt down together, closed their eyes, and muttered words.

Guanyin walked into the hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a lotus throne. Guanyin walked to the lotus throne and sat down slowly. There was no oil lamp in the hall, but people could see the image of Guanyin. Guanyin's face was like a peach blossom, with plump body, slender eyebrows and elegant expression. People lined up to Guanyin and asked Guanyin to touch his head, shoulders, arms, butt, and smelly feet... If there was any pain, let Guanyin touch him. If there was no pain, it would be a blessing. This was a blessing that would have been cultivated for many years. It would be possible for Guanyin to touch him.

At dawn, bells and chimes in Xiangyong Temple were ringing, and Guanyin was about to leave. Everyone knelt down, their foreheads were pressed against the ground, and tears were flowing. When they got up again, there was no one on the lotus throne, and Guanyin flew to the Pure Land with the first ray of dawn in the morning.

With great satisfaction, people put all the money they had in their bodies into the merit box. The merit box was filled quickly, and the overwhelming amount of money flowed from the merit box to the ground and on every inch of the land in the hall. The short and fat man in Xiangyong Temple immediately exchanged for a larger merit box, and the merit incense was filled soon. Before the short and fat man had time to move away, he placed the merit box larger than the previous one in the hall. In this way, one merit incense bigger than the other was placed from the hall to the gate of the mountain. By the time the last pilgrim left, the last merit box was already full.

Ling Guangzu came, and he asked the short fat man to close the temple door and emptied all the merit fragrance. The short fat man wanted to pick up the merit box, but couldn't hold it up, so he had to dump the merit box and take out the tickets from it. The tickets were flying in the temple like snowflakes, and finally fell down and landed in every corner of the temple, laying a thick layer. When I was going to the toilet, I had to dig out a corridor before I could walk into the toilet.

There were too many tickets and there was no place to put them in. We dug a deep hole under the osmanthus tree, and we buried the tickets in even more counts. There were too many tickets to count.

Under that osmanthus tree, the secrets of physiognomy taught to us by the master were buried, but now the huge amount of money was buried in exchange for the secrets of physiognomy.

Many years later, I heard that after a monk from Fujian returned to secular life, he bought two mountains and forests, built villas, bought luxury cars, married and had children, and lived the legendary royal garden life. Many people didn’t believe it, but I believed it. I also heard that a monk from Yunnan brought huge sums of money and married a female boss who was much younger than himself. He also held a high-profile wedding. All walks of life asked people to come to congratulate him. Many people didn’t believe it, but I believed it.

Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

I took off Guanyin's long green and pink skirt from my body, and the long skirt was covered with ointment, and the ointment was dipped in fireflies. Countless fireflies were stuck on my body, so my body looked like it was glowing.

I walked into the warehouse, and there was a roll of rope at the door of the warehouse, which was the prop I walked down from the moon last night. The first rope connected the two trees on the two mountains. I stood on the top of the mountain, and the huge moon was on the background. People standing around Xiangyong Temple looked up at me and saw me as if they were in the moon. I walked along the rope from this mountain to that mountain, and I stretched my arms in the air to control the balance. People saw me as if they were dancing. Hard training in the circus made me walk the rope as if I was walking on the flat ground, and I walked freely. I walked along the mountain road to the foot of the mountain, stood under the cliff, and tied the rope to my waist. The second and third uncles hid on the top of the mountain. They grabbed the other end of the rope and pulled me, who was stepping on the steep cliff, step by step to the top of the cliff. From a distance, I was like walking on the cliff.

I walked on stilts and walked to the path leading to Xiangyong Temple. The long skirt blocked the stilts and people saw me very tall. I walked into the hall and sat cross-legged on the lotus throne, and people worshiped me. At dawn, I was really tired and didn't want to sit anymore. When they all buried themselves, I quietly got up and hid behind the throne. They thought I was driving the auspicious clouds to the Pure Land.

That night, I conquered everyone.

It was only after dawn that I walked out of my great intoxication and crawled on the bed and fell asleep.

Since then, Xiangyong Temple is at its peak, but the crisis is growing secretly.

There are many tourists in Xiangyong Temple every day, and there are endless people coming to ask for signs and worship Buddha. In order to expand business and revitalize the economy, we built dozens of houses, and there are different clay sculptures in dozens of houses. Whether he is the Buddhist Sakyamuni, the Taoist Taibai Jinxing, or the elegant-looking Tota Tianwang or the hideous giant god, we all set up statues. Ling Guangzu has a book called Journey to the West, and his ultimate goal is to build Xiangyong Temple into

For the tourist destination in the east, all Buddhists and Taoists can find their own totems here, and then fences to enclose Xiangyong Temple, collect tickets, and charge incense money from each pilgrim who enters the door to burn incense. The most expensive incense stick at the door is as high as 8,888 yuan, and the cheapest one is also 88 yuan. Decades later, Shi Yongxin, a fat monk from Shaolin Temple, also imitated my master Ling Guangzu, saying something to deceive the public and squeeze money. However, their deceptive methods are left to my master.

In the entire Central Plains Jianghuai area, the unknown Xiangyong Temple, located deep in the Dabie Mountains, became famous overnight. People competed to tell that this is the place where Guanyin appeared. Countless people regard Xiangyong Temple as a holy place for their souls. They traveled thousands of miles to Xiangyong Temple just to witness the lotus throne that Guanyin sat on.

Just like the chairs that a celebrity has sat on, the smelly shoes he wore, and the smelly farts he has let go, everyone has collected them. Even his cold zombies are worshipped by others and are worshipped from thousands of miles away.

Yang Xiu said: "It's not the Prime Minister in the dream, but you are in the dream."

The lotus throne made of wood made by Ling Guangzu, which I sat on was enshrined with red cloth and enshrined on the high platform in the center of the hall. There are four big words written under the lotus throne: "All requests will be met." There is a merit box in front of the lotus throne. Every hour, the short and fat man had to change the merit box because the money inside could no longer be filled.

The walls of the hall are covered with banners, and they are full of words written by us. Some are "The Bodhisattva appears and everything goes well"; some are "Sending a child to Guanyin, the whole family is happy."

We are not short of money.

One day, I saw Ye Zi's neighbor in the temple, the woman whose husband was doing business outside. She still looked worried. Maybe her husband had not returned, and she still relied on selling gold, silver and jewelry to live. I quietly told Ling Guangzu that the person was Ye Zi's neighbor. Before, I told him about the situation of this woman.

I thought Ling Guangzu would go up to chat with this woman and tell her that her husband would have something to do with her husband in a dark palace; her eyes were blind, and her husband had not returned for many days; her cheeks were flushed, and she was destined to have two sons; she came to the temple and asked her husband when she would return it. The "Yingyao Pian" was clearly written, and a woman came to tell fortunes must be suitable for her husband. In many cases, as long as Ling Guangzu secretly understood what someone was going to have, he would come forward to chat with him, and lead the other party step by step into the pit, so that the other party would willingly take out the money.

But this time, Ling Guangzu did not.

Ling Guangzu said: "How much money can a woman who manages a family have? I don't even want to say something to her."

Ling Guangzu now lacks nothing, he is a successful person in the new era.

When I saw the woman, I felt very friendly, so I took the initiative to run up and ask about Ye Zi's condition.

The woman said, "If you have financing, you will get married today."

I asked, "Where are you married?"

The woman said, "Marry and get out of the mountain. The sedan chair is carried in the morning."

When I heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue. I rushed to Ye Zi's house with yelling all the way. Ling Guangzu is rich now, and he may be going out of the mountain soon, so I can marry Ye Zi.
Chapter completed!