In Nanshan Hill, Jiangshi City.
An endless stream of visitors were climbing the mountain along a rugged path.
The sun shone on everyone's shoulders.
Men and women, young and old, were chatting about the latest news.
"Hiss, it's really out of my imagination that the well-known real estate boss of Jiangshi City kowtowed to his ancestors on the Qingming Festival!”
"Tianyuan District is also strange. In less than a month, twenty-three people jumped off the building. Before they died, they were all wearing red clothes.”
" There's also the ancient tomb excavated by the archaeological team in An City and Shan City. Dozens of dumplings jumped out of it, but I don't know if they're real or fake…"
"Sigh, there's been too much news recently, making people panic. I feel that life is not going to be peaceful.”
"Fortunately, there are Buddhist temples all over the country. If you encounter something evil, you can go to the temple and ask the master for help.”
"Indeed. Previously, when the Jianghan Bridge was haunted and there were frequent car accidents, it was said that it was the Master of the Golden Mountain Temple who took care of it.”
"I heard that the Shaolin Monastery senior monk invited by the developer of Tianyuan District is also on the way. I believe that the suicide incident will be resolved soon.”
"A long journey tests a horse's strength, and time tests a person's heart. At this critical moment, Buddhism is still the most reliable!”
"That's right. In comparison, those Taoist priests usually brag, but at the critical moment, they're all gone.”
"No wonder the Taoist Society declined.”
“……”
A group of pedestrians were talking and talking, expressing their admiration for Buddhism and dissatisfaction with Taoism.
Over the years, as the internet became more popular, there were more and more videos of fake hucksters.
People like Feng Shui masters, village fortune-tellers, and charlatans who sold Dali pills were all exposed by powerful netizens.
In the end, he discovered that these so-called masters were all swindlers.
He didn't have any real ability and relied on his mouth.
Countless people had been deceived.
Three years ago, there was even news that a rich businessman with kidney deficiency believed in a Taoist priest and spent a lot of money to buy Yang Replenishing Pills. After eating them, he was poisoned and died.
For a moment, the entire Internet was in an uproar.
Taoism's reputation fell to rock bottom and became a rat that everyone hated.
As for Buddhism, it was growing stronger and stronger.
By now, temples could be seen everywhere in the country, and the incense was extremely prosperous.
At this moment, these visitors who were climbing the mountain were going to the Mountain Sound Temple on Nanshan Hill.
However, it was also interesting. Other than the Mountain Sound Temple on Nanshan Hill, there was also the Wuwei Daoist Temple.
This Wuwei Daoist temple actually had a much longer history than the Mountain Sound Temple, but the latter had been the one who had been holding down the incense offerings.
It made people sigh!
At this moment, a young Taoist priest was criticizing silently in Wuwei Daoist Temple.
"After transmigrating to a world where Buddhism is flourishing, they actually gave me the identity of a Daoist. This is too much!”
Jiang Chen was speechless.
He was a transmigrator. In the past ten hours, he had received all the memories of his predecessor.
In his memories, he realized that not only was Buddhism flourishing in this world, even demons were reviving.
His master, Xuan Xu, who was also the original owner of this Taoist temple, was unfortunately killed a month ago when he went out to help people catch ghosts.
As the Eldest Senior Brother of Wuwei Daoist Temple, he naturally became the new Abbey Dean.
His reputation was quite awe-inspiring.
But in reality, this Taoist temple was extremely poor.
Especially after Taoist Master Xuan Xu was killed, his Taoist temple did not receive any incense money for a month.
The roof leaks, but it rains overnight. The eight junior brothers in the temple had recently increased their appetite for some reason.
One meal would take several days of food!
There was no incense in the temple, and the harvest was poor this year. The only grain in stock was visibly depleted.
His predecessor had fallen into a deep sleep last night due to the mental and physical exhaustion of worrying about the future of the Taoist temple and missing his master.
And then, there was the current him.
Jiang Chen propped his chin on his hand, glancing at his eight junior brothers who were constantly thinking about food from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but feel melancholy.
He had calculated that the remaining food would only last him three to five days at most.
At that time, his group of Taoist priests would probably have to go out and beg for food.
"What should we do…"
Jiang Chen looked depressed.
But at this moment, some rustling sounds came from the Three Pristines Hall.
"Who is it?"
Jiang Chen frowned and shouted.
The junior brothers in the courtyard raised their heads.
He saw a sneaky figure rush out of the hall with a guilty conscience and then run down the mountain.
The Taoist priests in the yard looked at each other.
Until Jiang Chen slapped his leg and stood up.
"F * ck, are you here to steal the incense money?”
As soon as he said this, the eight junior brothers heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not stealing food.
As for incense money?
There was no incense money in the temple.
Everyone continued to do their own things.
However, Jiang Chen felt that something was wrong. He hesitated for a moment before he stood up and returned to the palace. After looking around, his gaze finally fell on the Merit Box.
There were traces of movement!
Jiang Chen frowned and lowered his head to look into the Merit Box. It would have been fine if he didn't look, but when he saw it, he immediately cried out in shock.
"F * ck, what's going on?"
This voice attracted the attention of the eight Taoist priests in the courtyard.
"Sect Leader Senior Brother, what happened?”Someone asked with a frown. The others were also puzzled.
Jiang Chen didn't answer. His hands trembled as he pulled out a large stack of red notes from the Merit Box. Under everyone's incredulous gazes, he pulled them out.
At this moment, the eight Taoist priests all opened their mouths wide and said in unison,
"F * ck!"
Money!
There was actually money in the Merit Box!
And it was nearly 100,000 yuan!
This was simply unbelievable!
In their memories, Wuwei Daoist Temple had never received such a generous amount of incense money!
Was it that person just now?
Everyone could not help but look outside, but that person had long disappeared without a trace.
"I didn't expect that the scholar wasn't here to steal, but to offer incense!”
"That scholar is too generous to give so much incense money!”
"Running away after giving it to him. This is simply a model of doing good deeds without leaving a name!”
"It's really rare for such a pure Taoist believer to exist in this world!”
Everyone's eyes brimmed with tears. They were extremely touched. Looking at the money in Jiang Chen's hand, it was as if they were looking at fragrant rice.
"Sect Leader Senior Brother, quickly count how many there are.”Someone's eyes lit up.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's count the exact amount so that we can help that warm-hearted scholar on the Merit Obelisk.”The others hurriedly echoed.
"Alright."
Jiang Chen nodded. Under everyone's excited gazes, he untied the strings and began to count them one by one.
However, as he counted, everyone's expressions became uglier and uglier.
"What…is on this?”Second Junior Brother Zhang Yuan was holding a banknote. Under the sunlight, it was clearly visible. There was a blood-colored handprint on it.
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