God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

After speaking, he welcomed Du He and others into the Chanjue Temple.

Then, Fa Mang went to battle in person and prepared a fast meal for Du He and others.

Fang Yiai has been wandering for nine days, and he doesn't know how to explain everything that happened in front of him.

Wrong place?

After finishing the vegetarian meal, Du He called Fa Mang over and asked, "Master Fa Mang, I don't know how the comb was arranged yesterday? But what's wrong?"

Famang hurriedly said: "The Bodhisattva must not call the little monk a master. In front of the Bodhisattva, you can't bear it. Just call the little monk Famang and report back to the Bodhisattva. After the Bodhisattva pointed out yesterday, the little monk didn't dare to neglect. He immediately asked the temple staff to visit behind the gate. After finishing the case, put on the comb, but anyone who comes to the temple to offer incense and worship the Buddha must first arrange his hair and wash it before he can worship the Buddha... Nowadays, many people around think that this is a respect for the Buddha, and they come to the temple one after another. Come to worship the Buddha, the incense in the Han Temple is also showing signs of prosperity, all of these are bestowed by the Bodhisattva, I am grateful!"

Du He smiled slightly.

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Chapter 820 Sales Genius

Everyone turned their heads and saw that there was an endless stream of people coming to offer incense, obviously much more than yesterday.

A few combs can make such a big change in Chanjue Temple, many people can't figure it out.

After hearing Fa Mang finish speaking, Du He shook his head: "Master Fa Mang, this is not enough!"

"Not enough?" Fa Mang was taken aback, "Please tell the Bodhisattva!"

"My young master, today, I will show you the way. Yesterday's comb was just a good example. Today's comb is the real good one." Du He said with a smile.

After speaking, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the old horse took out a comb and handed it to Fa Mang.

Fa Mang took a closer look. At first glance, there was not much difference between this comb and the one he bought yesterday. The workmanship was just as rough. However, there were words engraved on both sides of the comb, which read: Exclusive souvenir for pilgrims of Chanjue Temple.

Exclusive?

souvenir?

What are these things?

Fa Mang and the people around him were stunned.

Du He explained: "Master Famang, from today onwards, you put this comb behind the door and tell everyone that anyone who has used this comb can spend 110 Wen to take it away as a souvenir. , is a little wish of the Buddha to save all living beings. Since then, I guarantee that the incense of your Chanjue Temple will be even more prosperous... This comb is still sold to you for a hundred yuan, and today I brought you a hundred Give it all to you."

Originally, when Fa Mang heard this idea, his eyes lit up, but he was stunned when he heard that there were one hundred coins, and there were still one hundred.

One hundred sticks, that's ten pennies.

This is no small sum.

He made a haha: "Thank you Bodhisattva for your guidance, please sit down for a while, and I will send someone to fetch the money."

With that said, Fa Mang graciously asked the box to be removed.

He hurriedly chased him out, took the little monk's hand, and ordered: "Hurry up and change this comb, and tell them that anyone who has used it can spend 110 Wen to take the comb away, and see how it works!"

"Yes, abbot!"

Fa Mang turned around and went back to the house, having a happy chat with Du He.

He found that when the young man was talking, he would inadvertently come up with some sentences full of Buddhist principles, and he was very happy in his heart.

Not long after, someone came to him, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "Abbot, in just a short while, five people have already bought combs, and we made fifty cents."

Fa Mang's eyes glowed.

This is big business!

He immediately ran to Du He and said, "Bodhisattva, you are the great benefactor of my Chanjue Temple. However, the poor monk feels that these hundred combs are not enough. I hope the Bodhisattva can sell some more combs to Han Temple." ,what do you think?"

Standing behind Du He, Fang Yiai was shocked.

This man is probably a fool.

Buying a hundred is not enough, do you want to buy more?

Du He said: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and saving sentient beings is also a tiring task. How about this young master supplying combs to Chanjue Temple every month?"

"Okay, okay...it couldn't be better!" Fa Mang was so happy.

"Abbot, empty words have no proof, how about we make a written proof?"

"Good! What the Bodhisattva said is very true."

As he said that, Du He drew up a document, and he and Fa Mang wrote down their names and pressed their fingerprints.

Fa Mang picked up his share and took a look, only to see that the handwriting was flying like a phoenix, with a free and elegant beauty, but unfortunately, even if he couldn't tell what the words were, he didn't dare to ask, and asked people to put them away carefully.

According to written regulations, in the future, all the combs needed by Chanjue Temple will be provided by Du He, and the price will increase by [-]% every year.

All are happy.

Afterwards, Du He took his leave and left.

After Du He left, Fa Mang realized that he forgot to ask for his name.

But when he looked back and heard that more than a dozen of these combs had been sold in just a short while, he immediately burst into joy.

……

On the way down the mountain, Fang Yiai and Du He rode side by side.

Fang Yiai couldn't help asking: "Du He, are you really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

"What do you think?" Du He asked back.

Fang Yiai thought about it seriously, then shook her head: "No, but why does Famang trust you so much? He also claims that you are a Bodhisattva and treats you so respectfully?"

"There are no bodhisattvas in this world, I'm afraid Famang himself doesn't believe in it."

"But……"

Du He smiled and explained: "It's all business. This Chanjue Temple looks very big, but it has not been repaired for many years. There are fewer and fewer people who come to offer incense and worship Buddha. A comb costs ten cents. , For Chanjue Temple, it is a big business... So, don't care if I am a Bodhisattva, if I can make Chanjue Temple make money, I am!"

Fang Yiai suddenly realized.

After a long while, he suddenly said: "I see, the purpose of selling things is to let the other party come to buy them on their own initiative, instead of asking me to take the initiative to sell them, Du He, you have been educated."

Before, Fang Yiai sneered at Du He.

He felt that this swindler asked him to sell the comb to the monk, and he was looking for death, but Du He told him with his actions that this was not looking for death, this was the charm of sales.