The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 156 Rectify Wangfeng Temple (2 more)

Master Jinglin returned to Wangfeng Temple and immediately found two people.

One is his junior, Jing Zhi, and the other is Wang Daoqing.

Wangfeng Temple’s affairs should logically be in charge of Jinglin, but in recent years he only knows to meditate and meditate with him, so the daily affairs were left to Jingming to take care of.

Monk Jingming was found out of corruption last time, and now he is in full swing, he is handed over to Wang Daoqing, who has a common surname.

The one with the highest seniority in Wangfeng Temple is the “Jing” generation of Monk Jinglin, and there are only two of them now.

Down below is the “Tao” generation. Wang Daoqing is the oldest of the Dao generations. His master Jingzhen passed away a few years ago.

“You are here, sit down.”

In the abbot’s room, the three were seated on old futons.

For the call of Abbot Jinglin, Wang Daoqing was already prepared when he checked the account book.

He understands that the abbot is devoted to the Buddha, and may not tolerate so many private properties in the temple.

“There are two announcements for the two of you.” Jinglin said straightforwardly. “First of all, we have so much money in Wangfeng Temple, and I decided to donate it all.”

Jingzhi nodded gently.

He followed the monk Jinglin to meditate, and basically did not ask about foreign affairs. The money in the temple seemed to have nothing to do with him.

“Master Abbot,” Wang Daoqing whispered, “The disciple thinks it’s okay to donate, but there is no need to donate all of it, right?”

“What are you keeping?”

“This… our temple is still small, and I also discussed with a few seniors a few days ago to plan to set up a Maitreya Buddha on the top of the mountain, 108 meters high, in order to proclaim my Buddha to the world.”

Jinglin frowned slightly and asked, “How much does it cost?”

“At least thirty million.”

Jinglin shook his head and said, “Thirty million, do you know how many donkeys you can buy for thirty million?”

The two listened for a moment, what donkey to buy?

The abbot is very strange today.

Abbot Jinglin continued: “The world’s respect for the Buddha does not depend on the size of the Buddha statue. Even if there is no image, as long as there is a Buddha in his heart, I can understand my Buddha’s will. So the matter of building a big Buddha, let it go.”

Wang Daoqing showed a slight displeasure, but since the abbot had spoken, he had no room for rebuttal.

“There are still a few Buddhist temples to be repaired,” Wang Daoqing continued, “this requires a lot of funds.”

“I think these Buddhist halls in the courtyard are in good condition. There is no need to renovate this year. I usually send more people to clean them.”

“Yes,” Wang Daoqing said, but he was very dissatisfied, “I have another idea, the road up the mountain is a bit narrow, shouldn’t it be renovated, and then a cable car can be installed from the foot of the mountain to facilitate people to go up the mountain? Good deeds.”

“What kind of good deeds are building roads for yourself?”

“The Buddha said to be kind to others, start with me, build roads for the monastery, doesn’t it start with me?”

“Who taught you the evil way of the crooked door?” Abbot Jinglin flicked his eyebrows. “Buddhism is a clean place. What kind of cable car to take? Only by walking up the mountain with your feet can you be more sincere. Let’s just leave it.”

Wang Daoqing looked at Jingzhi, and saw that he was watching his nose and his mind, so he didn’t intend to go on.

Donate if you donate it. Anyway, you don’t get much rebate for doing such a small amount of construction.

“The second thing,” Abbot Jinglin continued, “From today onwards, Wangfeng Temple will not charge tickets, sell all kinds of consecrated items, do not sell high-priced incense candles, do not sell first clocks, first incense, and do not accept more than one hundred yuan. The canteen will provide free fast food on the fifteenth day of the fifteenth day.

“Also, immediately remove that teahouse and open a teahouse in the temple. Is this still a clean place?”

Wang Daoqing’s face was blue and red and white.

Just now the abbot wanted to donate the monastery’s deposits, and he still barely accepted it.

After all, Wangfeng Temple is now popular there, and the incense continues every day, and there will be a lot of income during the festivals, and the money will come back soon.

But this stubborn old monk refused to accept tickets or sell things?

He can tolerate this, but it would be too much to let people donate money.

What is the reason why the monastery opens the door to convenience? Isn’t it just for the convenience of everyone to donate their merits?

Donate merits, do good deeds, and cast a good baby in the next life, such as investing in the United States, right?

And the fifty-eight registered monks in Wangfeng Temple do not need money for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Which month can the salary and bonus be less?

If there is no income, what do you take to repay the mortgage? What kind of elderly woman? What do you pay for the child’s tuition?

I thought it was still decades ago, as long as there is a mouthful of food, someone will follow you to recite the scriptures?

Dreaming!

The fast food is free, so I don’t want to eat it for a few days, so I can’t even drink porridge.

Is it true that people nowadays still come to the monastery to eat fast food as they did before, and they have to bring some rice and some food?

Times have changed!

“Master Abbot, is this a bit too much?” Wang Daoqing said unwillingly, “If people are willing to donate their merits, let’s not limit it?”

“This is not to limit their merits, but to limit their hearts of comparison,” said Abbot Jinglin. “In front of the Buddha, all beings are equal. Whether it is donating a penny or a million, it is the same blessing.

“If the people of the world are willing to accumulate more merit, we can persuade them to spontaneously go to the people to do good deeds, and merit is the same.”

Wang Daoqing wanted to fly and kick him to see the Buddha.

Is money in the hands of others the same as in your own hands?

There is also one cent and ten thousand donations. Go and ask the Buddha, can it be the same?

No, you have to think of something, otherwise you will become a real monk.

“Master Abbot,” Wang Daoqing said hurriedly, “This way we may not even be able to pay the salaries of our registered monks.”

“There is still a salary? Why haven’t I heard of it?”

Wang Daoqing screamed in her heart, why did she forget about it.

The abbot is actually paid, but because he has never used money, his salary for these years has been divided among everyone.

“How much is the monk’s salary?”

“This…” Wang Daoqing hesitated for a moment before saying, “The minimum salary is 800, and the maximum is more than 20,000… a little.”

Jinglin frowned again.

He is not a rigid person, a few hundred yuan a month is fine, after all, now everyone has to buy some daily necessities, pay some telephone bills, and so on.

But is the salary of more than 20,000 yuan that a monk should get?

This is just a mess.

“Then add one more item,” Jing Lin said, “From now on, the salary of a monk will be at least 800 yuan, and then it will increase according to seniority, 100 yuan per level, and a cap of 2,000.”

“Abbot, this might cause everyone’s dissatisfaction!”

Jinglin resolutely said: “The monks are dedicated to the Buddha, in order to practice Buddhist scriptures, preach Dharma, and save all living beings. If you are dissatisfied because you have no money, then you should go home and go home.”

Wang Daoqing has nothing to say.

He looked at Jing Zhi next to him again, the second largest figure in Wangfeng Temple, still sitting there motionless, without a trace of expression on his face, as if he had settled down.

It seems that he can’t speak anymore.

No matter, the abbot’s words are imperial decree in the temple, so just do as he says.

He didn’t believe that the following guys would have no objection and would definitely quit. If the abbot continued to insist on this, he estimated that everyone would run away.

When the time comes for such a big monastery, just leave them two old things here to recite sutras, and see if the Buddha will come to bless them.