Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 19 The Broker
Climbing up the steps from the foot of the mountain, Chen Qingzhi just walked through [-] steps when he reached the Dingguang Temple on the top of the mountain.

The one hundred and eight steps imply the one hundred and eight kinds of troubles in life. Stepping on the steps means entering the Dharma door. From then on, you can avoid suffering, accumulate merit, and distinguish good from evil.

The ocher red lacquer gate is open, as if welcoming guests from all over the world. There are couplets hanging on both sides of the gate.

Upper couplet: Dharmakaya often appears as a pagoda.

The second couplet: The empty world seems to smell the incense of tanbo.

You can vaguely hear the chanting of monks in the depths of the temple, accompanied by the lingering sound of bells and chimes, showing the majesty of the temple.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Qingzhi stepped over the foot-high threshold and followed the crowd into the temple.

The gate of the temple is wide open, and you can see a Maitreya Buddha sitting on the altar, with a fat body and a big belly, smiling often, as if seeing all the joys in the world.

Most Buddhists respect the left, but this left refers to the orientation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva as the benchmark.

Therefore, when placed on the worshiping pilgrims, the right is respected. Therefore, the three main buildings of Dingguang Temple are located on the right hand side of the worshiping pilgrims, namely the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Hall of Great Heroes and the Hall of Three Saints.

On the left is the Thousand Buddha Pagoda Forest, which was funded by pilgrims and believers, and skillful craftsmen did it.

As for the ever-burning ancient lamp that Chen Qingzhi was thinking about, it was the most magnificent Daxiong Palace here.

Go back seven or eight steps to the right, and you can easily see the believers who offer incense in the morning, spontaneously forming a long queue like a dragon, and the queue has even extended to the vicinity of the Maitreya Buddha statue.

This was the case for the first Heavenly King Hall. If you really followed the queue honestly, it would take an hour just to get to the Lord Buddha.

Before Chen Qingzhi could come up with a countermeasure, a rich man with wicked eyebrows approached him.

After all, Chen Qingzhi, who was standing in the crowd and didn't go with the team, looked really eye-catching.

"I think it's the first time for this little brother to come to Dingguang Temple to offer incense?"

The man in the silk gown managed to squeeze in front of Chen Qingzhi, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked with a certain confidence.

“How come you see?”

Chen Qingzhi asked back calmly.

"If you have been to this Dingguang Temple in the past, you will naturally know that there are so many people in the temple every festival, and it is even more likely to form a long line. You will definitely not make such a dilemma like the young hero .”

Only then did the rich man realize that he hadn't introduced himself yet.

"By the way, Wang Fucai is barely a broker."

"Oh? Your Excellency means-you can help me?"

Hearing the implication of the other party's words, Chen Qingzhi narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, he probably knew what the other party was up to.

"Hehe, the young man must have heard the rumors, and it is right to come here to see the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha. Then you have found the right person, and I will take care of it."

Patting his plump chest, Wang Fucai assured him firmly.

"How much silver?"

Without hiding it, Chen Qingzhi asked directly.

"It's a sin, a sin, we just see the young man worrying, but he does a good deed every day, how can we mention the smell of money in front of the Buddha!"

Wang Fucai repeated his sins several times, but stretched out five stubby fingers in his hands to signal to Chen Qingzhi.

"Five taels of silver? So expensive!"

Chen Qingzhi frowned.

Although this is only a drop in the bucket for him who has more than 900 taels of silver, his money is not blown by strong winds.

Just giving away five taels of silver for no reason, isn't it too easy to earn money on the other side?
"Expensive? I still think it's cheap!"

Wang Fucai was unhappy on the spot, and pulled Chen Qingzhi to walk forward.

Although he could easily shake off the opponent's pull, the boy still followed behind Wang Fucai, crossed the team that was winding like a snake, turned around and plunged into a small path on the right side of the Temple of Heavenly Kings.

Walking along the stone steps through the bamboo forest, the magnificent Daxiong Palace suddenly appeared in front of you.

From the back door of the Hall of Heavenly Kings to the main entrance of the Daxiong Hall, you can see dense crowds of pilgrims standing and holding sandalwood in their hands, at least tens of hundreds of them, all huddled together in the open space paved with bluestone slabs, with numb and pious expressions move forward.

"Young Xia still thinks that five liang of silver is too expensive?"

Wang Fucai pulled Chen Qingzhi's saliva flying all over again to follow the way.

"People fight for one breath, and Buddhas fight for one stick of incense. The sooner the incense is put on, the more pious the young hero's belief in worshiping Buddha is, and the Lord Buddha will let the ever-burning ancient lamp protect the young hero."

"The young man thinks it's expensive, but I think the five taels of silver is too cheap!"

Scalpers really exist in every world. Chen Qingzhi didn't expect that he had traveled all over the world, and he could meet these precious things even after worshiping Buddha.

Familiar with the nature of this group of people, the boy turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, don't, don't, like this, for the sake of the Buddha, how about making a friend as if we are at a disadvantage, and the price is three taels of silver?"

Pretending to be heartbroken, Wang Fucai dragged his fat body to stand in front of Chen Qingzhi, with an expression of reluctance on his face.

"Half two."

Chen Qingzhi's words are concise and to the point.

The nature of Shuo people always likes to compromise. For example, if you say that the house is too dark and you need to open a window here, everyone will definitely not allow it, but if you propose to tear down the roof, they will come to mediate and say they are willing to open the window.

"Half two? You kill me!"

"I brought my brothers here early in the morning. Is it easy to line up in this place that doesn't shit? People are almost squeezed out. You just want to buy it for half a tael!"

"No, you have to pay more!"

Wang Fucai suddenly wanted to be the old duck who was choking his life, and screamed loudly.

"A pure place of Buddhism, are you not afraid of the Lord Buddha's blame for your yelling?"

Chen Qingzhi's words blocked him to death.

"That's all, it's really bad luck to meet you!"

After repeated friendly negotiations between the two, the final price was finally finalized at one tael of silver, and ten big taels of tea were attached.

After biting the ingot of silver in his hand, and confirming that it was real silver, Wang Fucai immediately changed his previous mournful face, happily led the man to a shriveled little man, and called him out to give Chen Qingzhi his seat.

"Old Wu, now that you have the money, don't hesitate to give up your position to this young hero."

The shriveled man called Old Wu took a puff of dry smoke, looked up at Chen Qingzhi, and moved away hesitantly. At this moment, he was only three or four steps away from the main entrance of the Daxiong Palace.

"Hurry up, don't let the big monks in Dingguang Temple see it!"

Seeing that the other party was still slow, Wang Fucai couldn't help urging.

The pilgrims who were standing behind Old Wu saw that Old Wu had gone away and replaced him with a young man in brocade clothes. They were about to step forward to argue, but when they saw the ring-headed treasured sword conspicuously worn by Chen Qingzhi's waist, they finally squirmed and didn't open their mouths.

After all, people really have knives.

Approaching the Daxiong Palace, the sound of humming and chanting becomes clearer, and the cloud of sandalwood incense curls up, setting off the Buddha statue in the hall as if sitting in the cloud, so solemn and solemn.

Chen Qingzhi raised his eyes to look into the hall, and suddenly he seemed to see something unbelievable, and he froze in place, unable to move.

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