"The master # is here!" At this moment, two lights suddenly lit up in the warehouse. Hundreds of old men and wives stood together like elementary school students, looking up at the stage with anticipation.

A shabby warehouse is just a look, but there is a unique world inside.

In the warehouse where there were only a few incandescent bulbs, after these two lights were on, a low-key dark red velvet carpet was suddenly laid on the ground, with more than a hundred plastic folding stools on top, and several water dispensers were thoughtfully placed around, and disposable paper cups were placed next to them. Obviously, they were very detailed about the habits of these old men and wives.

The light bulbs on the ceiling then lit up a dozen, big, round and bright, and the orange and yellow lights are warm and velvety, making people feel a strong sense of security in their hearts.

Two little Sha-Mi, with Buddhist beads rolled up in her hands and wearing gray monk's robe, ran out from the door on one side of the stage, and greeted the old men and wives one by one.

"Hey hey hey, okay." Who doesn't like cute children?

Especially Xiaosha-Mi was obedient and well-behaved. She even helped the master to treat Mr. Lu before, which made these people very envious and wanted to stuff a handful of candy when they looked. But it may be because of the strict Buddhist education. Xiaosha-Mi could just pinch her face and touch her head, but she didn't accept what they gave her. Her serious and rejected look was particularly cute, and it also made the old men and wives who had finally escaped and hid and finally came.

The expression on his face also became relaxed.

"A-Mi-Ta-Buddha." At this moment, a light cough came from the stage, and a man wearing a earthy cassock slowly walked out from the back of the stage.

I saw that he was thin, with one hundred and eight Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, shiny, some frayed edges on his clothes, and some worn shoes on his feet. But his overall hair was stiff and clean. Obviously, although this master was in a difficult condition, he took care of himself very well.

The sandalwood is swaying, and it looks like a monk who is not very good at pursuing subterritorial affairs. He is just focused on the Buddha's path, and then it is universal and helpful to all living beings.

"Under the precepts, Wumi, come back." Only the lips of Master # were slightly twitching, but the entire warehouse could hear Master #'s voice clearly, "Don't disturb the Lords of Gift and our hearts towards Buddha."

"Master #!" Hearing the Master # speak, several people with a relatively anxious temper quickly said nervously, "Although we know that Master # doesn't care about money, we still raised some money. I hope Master # can help us!"

"A-Mi-Ta-Buddha." The middle-aged man on the stage bowed and couldn't help but frown and said, "It's not easy for the Lord of Giving to be at home, so you don't have to do this."

Hearing Master #'s words to explain the situation at home, the old man's eyes turned red and he said with sobs,

"Master #, there is no way out anyway. Instead of giving the money to those quack doctors, it is better to let you pass on the Dharma to treat it!"

He had seen countless doctors in this disease, but no matter how he looked, it was ineffective. It happened that Mr. Lu's symptoms were almost the same as his own, which made the old man's heart burst into anticipation. He would rather stop Western medicine than take the last money from his family to come to Master # for help.

"I have brought money too!" Who has no difficulties? Seeing that the first old man has received the sympathy and recognition from the master #, it is very likely that he will be in line for treatment in advance next step, and the others can't help but feel anxious, "I brought 300,000 yuan! Master #! It's not easy for you to have two children in your life!"

"Money is a trivial matter! Please help me first! If it can be done, I am willing to give you another 300,000!"

After one person started, of course, the rest of them hurriedly wanted to take out the money in their arms.

"A-Mi-Ta Buddha." Seeing this, the master on the stage sat cross-legged silently, holding the Buddha bead began to turn quietly.

At the same time, a Buddha song that was like a fairy-nation came slowly in the warehouse, floating, with a bit of soothing meaning, comforting the old man and wife who were originally excited.

"Don't worry, I have made a great wish to take it as my responsibility to save the suffering of the people." Master # closed his eyes and looked even more sacred under the illumination of the stage lamp. "Money is not a big deal. As long as everyone is sincere, as long as I wait for me to make a wish to the Buddha Ancestor, everyone sings with me. The Buddha can observe how much power we can all get through our wisdom and sincerity."

This happened before.

However, several old ladies and wives thought that Mr. Lu was because his will to live was quite strong. They could not compete with each other and their relationship was pretty good. Apart from fighting for someone's money, the rest was only half a pound.

"Don't worry." Xiaosha-Mi had already carried a donation box together and ran down the crowd from the intersection of the stage again. While singing Buddhist songs with the master, he bypassed everyone, "The master will work hard to pray for everyone!"

Everyone is already familiar with this process.

After all, Master # did not want them to spend too much money. Every time I prayed for blessings, I was very tired and even fainted. So in order not to make Master # too embarrassed, everyone put the money in the bag and tried not to let them invest the amount in the merit-dea box.

Then he closed his eyes, listened to the Buddha song very devoutly, and felt that the Master asked everyone for blessings to the Buddha's ancestors so that their tired body and mind could be relaxed.

As for the wish in my heart, Master # has already said that it comes from the personal wisdom root.

Mr. Lu is a very strong person, so the Buddha's ancestor picked him for the first time, and even treated his leg injuries.

Some people who do not have enough wisdom can only wait patiently to see when the Buddha finally notices their good thoughts or have the blessings and escorts of the great master, so that they can get their wishes.

"A-Mi-Ta-Buddha." The master on the stage recited again. The Buddha's song was high and low, but the tune was quite soothing, making everyone unable to help but feel a clear body and mind, as if all their fatigue was brushed away.

I can't help but admire the great master even deeper.

"Mr. Zhou, your money..." It was not fake that the two little Sha Mi just walked through the crowd, and they had heard about the news about the Zhou family for a long time.

This happened to be around Mr. Zhou, looking at the bag on his chest, although he knew that it would eventually fall into the box in his hand, he still only remembered the master's teachings--

First shirk responsibility, then make things difficult, and then have to accept it.

The three steps, although it is a little troublesome, but the effect is very good.

Even if the old man's family came over and wanted to grab the money, they didn't want to get it themselves after all, and there were even videos that could be proved, which could only be considered a gift at most.

As for the amount too large?

Since it was all voluntarily the old man, of course he had no position to go back!

To assess the elderly’s disability? It depends on whether the elderly are willing to cooperate.

"Of course I have to give it to you!" Mr. Zhou blew his beard and glared. He knew about the quarrel with his wife before, so he still let the master know.

He was afraid that he would finally win the opportunity to attend the last prayer meeting to be cancelled, so he quickly stuffed the money in his hand into the box-

However, a slender but full of strength hand clamped him at this moment.

"Sorry, my wizard # seems not enough."
Chapter completed!