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Chapter 28: Burning incense

How come there are so many paper people in this room?

There are also paper people wreaths and the shed in the yard outside, but those paper people are relatively crude, and you can tell at a glance that they are paper people. The paper people in this room are all very realistic and lifelike. They are a little far apart, and at first glance, they look like real people.

I looked at it and found that there was nothing in the room except these paper people, as if the whole room was used to hold these paper people.

Although I knew it was a paper man, I felt a little uncomfortable when I was staring at this pile of lifelike paper man. I remembered the sound that seemed to be coming from this room before, and I shivered, quickly retreated, and then pulled up the door.

I was slapping my chest with lingering fear and turned around, suddenly, an expressionless face came into my eyes. I was so scared that I stepped back and hit the door panel with a bang.

"Yes, it's Mr. Feng." After I saw the person in front of me clearly, I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped my forehead and greeted me.

It turned out that Mr. Feng had come back at some point, but it seemed that he had just returned, and he had a bag hanging on his body, looking at me expressionlessly: "What are you doing? I should have said that you can't go in this room." I quickly defended: "Uh, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to go in, but because I heard a sound inside, so..." However, Mr. Feng seemed to ignore what I said, and waved his hand and interrupted me: "You go to Dongming Temple in Junshan for me." "Dongming Temple?" I was stunned: "Where is that place, why are you doing there?" Mr. Feng did not answer me, but opened the door of his room and walked in, and soon walked out again, holding the bag of money given to him by the old man before.

He threw the money on the ground, bent over and tore the paper bag outside, let the stacks of banknotes scatter on the ground, counted a total of twenty stacks from the inside, then pulled a strap from the bag and tied it up casually, and handed me the bundle.

"Hold it." I was really shocked at this moment. This stack is ten thousand, and twenty stacks are a total of twenty million. This new boss is too generous. He will give money when he disagrees. This is the first day I go to work, so I will just give me 200,000. What's the point of making a fuss about it?

"Uh, Mr. Feng, I really can't..." Before I finished my refusal, Mr. Feng frowned: "It's not for you." Well, I was immediately discouraged. It seemed that I was thinking too much.

"I have something to do. You go to Dongming Temple for me and put a stick of incense in the main hall. I donate the money to the temple." I was stunned again. Is this Mr. Feng still a devout Buddhist? When the business starts, he has to burn incense and fulfill his vows? He will donate 200,000 yuan.

Before I could figure it out, Mr. Feng had already bent down and pulled the money on the ground casually, picked it up and entered his room. He had not forgotten to close the door, leaving me alone standing in the wind and messy.

After a while, I came to my senses. I looked at the money in my hand, looked at the door of Mr. Feng again, scratched my head and was about to turn around and leave, but I saw the door creaked and opened again. Mr. Feng poked his face out of it: "Go and go back quickly, I have something to tell you." After that, he slammed the door again.

I shook my head, sighed, turned around and walked away with the money, and didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster for such a weird boss I had on.

Although he didn't seem to take the money seriously and threw it around casually, I didn't dare to just carry a large bundle of money out, go back to the room to empty the things in my bag, and then stuff the money in before carrying it out with my bag.

When I passed by the yard, I didn't know why. I twitched my mind and shouted at Mr. Feng's door: "Mr. Feng, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?" Although I wanted to suck myself as soon as I said that, Mr. Feng's room was quiet, and he still couldn't even bird me.

Well, it seems that they didn't take it seriously. I guess even if I really ran away with the money, he would still be posing with that poker face without any emotion.

Alas, this is the realm. I don’t know when I can reach this state where I can throw dozens or millions of dollars into waste paper.

I sighed in my heart that although I didn’t run for a long time before leaving the yard, I always remember some of the routes nearby so that I won’t get lost casually.

I took the bus to Junshan and got off, but at this time I realized that I could not find where Mr. Feng said that Dongming Temple was.

Originally, I thought that this temple was probably a tourist attraction. There seemed to be many temples in Junshan area, and I could tell if I checked the Internet. However, after opening the map of the mobile phone for a long time, I couldn’t find the so-called Dongming Temple.

I wondered at this moment, was it because I was wrong? Is it a homophone or something? Otherwise, a temple should be easily found in this area.

There was no choice but to find someone to ask for directions. I asked three or four questions in a row, but no one knew where Dongming Temple was. I said I had never heard of it. Finally, I finally asked the address from a gray-haired old man. When I found Dongming Temple, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

No wonder I couldn't find it on the map, and there weren't many people who knew it. When I arrived at Dongming Temple, I realized that this was not the scenic temples I imagined, but a very remote small temple.

This temple is on the hillside on a hill in the suburbs of Junshan. The geographical location of this hill is quite good. It faces the houses below and faces the Dongting Lake. It is just a small scale, with only a few temples.

There was no one in the temple. When I entered the mountain gate, the monk didn't see any of them, let alone tourists. It was not until I entered the main hall that an old monk came up and said, "Donor, what's wrong with you?" I hurriedly said, "I'm here to burn incense." The old monk had kind-hearted eyes. After hearing my words, he happily led me into the hall, and then took me to the Buddha to flask a stick of incense.

After sipping the incense, I opened the bag in my arms and said that the money was donated to the temple by my boss.

The old monk was stunned: "Little donor, is your boss surnamed Feng?" I nodded repeatedly: "No." The old monk sighed and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, I haven't come this year yet. I thought the donor Feng no longer opens a shop." I was stunned: "Master, what do you mean?" The old monk sighed: "Every time the donor Feng will come to the temple to burn incense before giving birth to a coffin, and will donate this donation every time. We are broken

It was also thanks to the donation from the donor of Feng to support it." I know that the old monk said that the original coffin means making a coffin, which is also seen from the coffin scripture. Because making a coffin is a bad thing, it cannot be said to be a coffin directly, but instead use a coffin that is homophonic to "promote" to eliminate the bad luck. Just like to tomb robbers who will use "promote coffin" to open a coffin, and use "clear weapon" to replace the "underworld weapon" where the dead are buried.

But I have never heard of having to donate money to burn incense before the coffin is born.

The old monk didn't explain much, but just said, "The first time the donor has come here, I guess it's not easy to find this place. There is nothing in my small temple that can entertain the donor, so please come with me to have a cup of tea." Although Mr. Feng said he asked me to go back early, I was so tired that I found it all the way, and it would be fine if I rested for a while, so I followed the monk to the back.

There is also a yard behind the hall. As soon as we enter the yard, we are surrounded by a bunch of bald little novice monks.

"Master, are you here?" "Master, who is this?" These little novice monks look thirteen or fourteen years old, and only six or seven years old, and they are all chirping with their heads bare.

The old monk smiled and touched the head of a little novice monk who was holding his thighs: "Okay, okay, don't surround me, let's all spread out. Guests are here, Fengjue, go and make tea quickly." The big-looking little monk responded, turned around and ran away. The old monk and I came to a room behind that seemed to be a Zen room.

"The temple is vulgar, and the donor laughed. Speaking of which, I have not introduced myself yet, it is really rude. I, Yuanfu, is the abbot of Dongming Temple. The donor said that Donor Feng is your boss, may the donor be working in Dongtingxiang now?"
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