God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

The monk replied: "Benefactor, the abbot is busy and doesn't have any guests."

"You just tell him whether he wants to make the Chanjue Temple flourish. I will only give him one stick of incense, and I will leave after one stick of incense." Du He said lightly.

Seeing Du He's extraordinary demeanor, the little monk thought he was a local rich man, so he hurried to report.

Not long after, an old monk with a solemn expression came out.

When he saw that Du He was just a teenager, he showed displeasure.

Before the abbot could open his mouth, Du He said, "Are you the abbot of this Chanjue Temple?"

The abbot was taken aback, "Exactly, poor monk Famang."

"Hmph, it really is Famang, do you know that you are blaspheming the Buddha?" Du He snorted coldly and asked in a cold voice.

Fa Mang was a little confused, and quickly asked: "I don't know what the benefactor said? As the abbot of Chanjue Temple, the poor monk knows that all the personnel in the temple are Buddhist disciples. What did the Buddha say?"

Swish.

Du He turned around, pointed to the two pilgrims at the entrance of the main hall who worshiped Buddha and offered incense, and said, "Chan Master Famang, take a look for yourself... It's a good thing for these good men and women to come to pray for Buddha, but look at them, They went the same way one by one, but when they arrived at the Buddha statue, they were unkempt and unkempt, what kind of appearance is this, isn't this blasphemy of the Buddha?"

The people around heard the words, and sure enough, they saw these travel-worn pilgrims, although they were neatly dressed, their hair was disheveled and their faces were dirty due to the rush.

At this time, Du He suddenly said: "As the saying goes, if you don't dye your voice with the outside, and don't have delusional thoughts inside, you who have such a thing are called witnesses; Don't think about being undocumented, it's called being undocumented. Master Famang, if you think this matter is irrelevant, then you can't be considered a family member, and I'm afraid you're just a half-hearted person."

Fa Mang originally looked down on Du He, in his opinion, a young man who knows how to respect Buddha.

However, when he heard Du He's words, he froze immediately, as if struck by lightning, he was dumbfounded.

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(Four more will be presented,)

Chapter 817 The Great Salesman

Although what Du He said was simple, Fa Mang knew that it contained profound Buddhist principles, which he had never heard before.

Fa Mang was shocked immediately, and asked, "Is the benefactor a practicing layman?"

Practicing but not leaving home is a layman.

Du He shook his head: "I'm an ordinary person, not a layman."

Fa Mang said with emotion: "The benefactor has the roots of wisdom. If he can comprehend Buddhism, he must have profound attainments in the future... The benefactor's words made the poor monk suddenly enlightened and touched a lot. The benefactor is right. The Buddha Hall is majestic and the Buddha statue is solemn. , devout men and women visiting worship, although they will not burn incense and bathe, they should also pay attention to their appearance, disheveled, disheveled, it is really unbecoming, it is poor monks who are not strict in discipline, ashamed and ashamed!"

Fa Mang admired Du He extremely.

Du He said with a smile: "Master Famang, your attitude of admitting your mistakes is very good, but, how do you plan to deal with it?"

Fa Mang thought about it carefully, wondering why: "The poor monk plans to send monks from the temple to guard in front of the mountain gate. If they are dressed neatly and will not cause profanity to the Buddha, let them come in to pay homage. If there are people with disheveled hair, Just send it away."

"Master Famang, you are wrong again!" Du He raised his voice.

Fa Mang was taken aback again.

wrong again?

If it were someone else, he would have been angry a long time ago, but in Du He's words and demeanor, there was a sense of superiority that made him dare not doubt it.

"Please enlighten me, the benefactor!"

"This Chanjue Temple is far away. Those who can come here to worship Buddha are sincere people. If the master drives them away, not only will it chill people's hearts, but it will also cause the Buddha's displeasure. If the Buddha knows that you are here Will his believers who treat him poorly recognize you? This young master has a way to solve this problem for you, that is, place a few combs on both sides of the door, and anyone who goes to the temple to offer incense and worship Buddha must First comb your hair neatly, and then pay homage... What do you think?" Du He said lightly.

Fa Mang's eyes lit up: "The benefactor really has the roots of wisdom. He actually came up with such a wonderful method. After being taught, the poor monk sent someone to the county to buy a comb."

"No," Du He raised his hand and said loudly, "Why bother Master to make arrangements, I happen to have some combs in my hand, why don't you sell some to Master Famang, these combs came from Chang'an and have been used for thousands of years Made of red sandalwood, it is always worth a handful of dollars, but today I have a predestined relationship with the master, so I will charge you a hundred coins and sell you ten, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Du He waved his hand.

Fang Yiai, who had been dressed up in disguise, hurried forward with the box.

Fa Mang picked up a comb and looked at it carefully. In fact, he knew nothing.

Famang became a monk when he was 13 years old. He has not grown his hair for 40 years, and he has never even touched a comb.

Look at Du He's appearance of a worldly expert, and his clothes are not bad.

Nature is believable.

He nodded and said happily: "In that case, that poor monk will thank you, Young Master."

Fa Mang quickly sent someone money to buy ten combs.

After the mission was completed, Du He exchanged greetings with Fa Mang, and then left.

Fa Mang was very enthusiastic and personally sent Du He and his party to the mountain gate before returning reluctantly.

On the way back to Hu County, Fang Yiai was silent.

Originally, he thought that selling combs to monks would be like lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for shit (death), but it turned out that he was also beaten up.

But Du He actually did it.

Fang Yiai was in a daze until she arrived at the county government office.

Seeing that she was about to step into the gate of the county government, Fang Yiai couldn't help asking: "Du He, you... how did you do it?"

Du He turned around, took a look at Fang Yiai, and asked, "Young Master Fang, this is the magic of sales. Do you want to be a great salesman?"

"miss you!"

Fang Yiai answered without any hesitation.

The magic of this promotion is terrible.

To be able to sell things to people who don't need them at all.

What's more, the combs are rough in workmanship, and there is nothing special about them. In the county town, you can buy two combs for a penny, but you can sell them to Chanjue Temple for a hundred pennies.

This is the windfall of windfall profits!

Du He patted Fang Yiai's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Nothing is difficult in this world, as long as there is a heart and soul. To become a great salesman, you need two skills!"

"Which two?"

"First, thick-skinned. In this regard, Mr. Fang is almost ready. Second, work hard. In this regard, Mr. Fang is still not good enough. Come on, I believe in you!" Du He said with a smile.

"Well, come on, I also believe in myself!"