Medicinal Immortal

Seeing the man hurrying down the mountain, the old man on the side called an attendant and asked him to follow along.

Looking at the pilgrims who squeezed forward, Tangning folded her hands together and murmured, "Amitabha, I will only deal with the signing and not do anything else."

Upon hearing this, those who had not yet drew the lottery drew the lottery one after another, and then took the bamboo skewers to find Tangning for the lottery. There were many pilgrims at the lottery place, and as the day went up, they came to worship the Buddha. More and more.

When the monks in the temple saw this, they all supported their unhealthy bodies and came out to help receive the pilgrims. The deserted temple was full of pilgrims for a while, and it was very lively. Even the incense became more and more vigorous, and the air outside the hall was smoked. There is a long-lasting cigarette...

Around noon, the pilgrims who prayed to the Buddha had already started descending the mountain. Because the gods and Buddhas are not allowed to worship the Buddha at noon, no one would worship the Buddha at noon. The most sincere, naturally it was early in the morning. Therefore, the pilgrims continued Go down the mountain and return home.

When the monks in the temple cleaned up the offering table, they were a little startled at the full table of offerings, a little weird. Yesterday they were still worried about eating a few sweet potatoes in the corner, and they didn't have a meal. They never thought that the pilgrims left so many offerings just one morning.

"What are you doing in a daze? Pack up the offerings. You don't need to keep so many in front of the Buddha. In addition, look at the sesame oil money, and then let the two go down the mountain to buy some food or something."

Seeing them all in a daze, Tangning couldn't help feeling funny, but still reminded: "Whether it is sesame oil money or offerings, there will only be more and more in the future. You must remember to use sesame oil money where appropriate. Decorate the temple, or make a golden statue for the Buddha, or help some people in need, especially if the offerings can’t be eaten out, you can also get them under the mountain to give to the poor."

"Yes, follow the teachings of Master Tang, we must not waste half of it." After three years of suffering, they know how to cherish.

"You send two people down the mountain to buy food, and by the way find a gentleman who has signed off to come up." Tangning confessed. She couldn't stay here for long. If it wasn't for the incense of their temple to flourish, and to relieve their worries, she would have left early.

Upon hearing this, the monks couldn't help but glance at each other and hurriedly asked, "Master Tang, are you leaving?"

Tangning looked at them and said with a smile: "I came here because of an accident. How to help you increase the incense of Hanshan Temple, I naturally have to go. However, I said three days to make your incense flourish here. So I will be here one day tomorrow and leave the day after tomorrow."

"But Master Tang, if you leave, will Hanshan Temple return to what it used to be? Will the pilgrims stop coming to worship the Buddha and burn incense?" a younger monk asked worriedly.

Tangning shook her head and said, "No, I helped you build the reputation of Hanshan Temple, so the incense will not be broken in the future. Even if I am not here, it will not have much impact. You must know that worshipping Buddha is for peace of mind. , It is also a belief, it has nothing to do with whether I am here or not."

Hearing what he said, everyone agreed and started to pack some offerings. After counting the sesame oil money, they sent two people down the mountain.

Just when Tangning was about to go to sleep, she saw a monk walk in quickly: "Master Tang, the old benefactor who left earlier is back."