"Everywhere is powerful, because you can get what you want here, through our Zen master." The woman said with a smile, but her description was very vague, at least not allowing Qin Mu to quickly understand what she meant. She seemed to describe this temple very powerful, but Qin Mu felt that it seemed that it was not as powerful as it was originally.

The woman smiled and looked at the pitiful and short incense stick on Qin Mu's hand and said, "Boss, of course you have to be sincere when going to the temple. Look at the short incense on your hand, isn't it too much? You need more powerful equipment and equipment. You can understand it if I say this. I know that people as big as you like to play games and so on. When you go to the temple, you must have decent things...such as buying a few more incense sticks, or..."

Qin Mu stood up and squeezed in from the back of the black heads with Honglian and Hua Wuyue. He thought the woman would make some shocking conclusions, but in the end he was here to sell her products. Qin Mu should have known this a long time ago.

This temple is a place to slaughter people.

When Qin Mu stood in the courtyard of the temple and watched the groups of good men and women paying homage to the bare cement Buddha statue in the temple, without even golden paint, Qin Mu couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, Qin Mu, you can decorate your home like this," Hua Wuyue suddenly had a big brain. In Qin Mu's opinion, her brain is still very open, and Hua Wuyue herself said: "Look, fill the alley at the door of your home with these... These incense and the like, we can also sell some melon seeds for free. How good are you talking about it?"

"Incense?" Qin Mu looked at Hua Wuyue speechlessly, who was already intoxicated by herself: "So who to offer?"

"Ah?" Hua Wuyue was stunned, came back from the extreme fantasy, and said, "Everyone can do it, whatever, Honglian, me, and yourself."

Qin Mu had a black line on his head, looking at the bustling crowd in the small temple, and had a headache: "Forget it, I'm not dead yet, I can't stand the breath."

Honglian thought about Hua Wuyue's opinion carefully, and only heard her say with interest: "Actually, what Hua Wuyue said is also good. You Sun Ran doesn't need to make the entire clinic like this temple, but you can do other businesses, such as snacks and fruits, or amulets, etc."

"Forget it," Qin Mu laughed as he heard it: "I don't lack money now, but I don't have the energy to fix these things."

There is still a queue to burn incense. Qin Mu originally wanted to leave, but looking at the crowds of people in the temple, even if Qin Mu left with his hands now, he probably couldn't go far - because most of the people in the temple are shoulder to shoulder, so it would be better to burn incense just here, and you can also go to the hall opposite the door to watch.

Since Buddhism was introduced to China, it has been sought after and promoted. Just like Christianity has become one of the major sects abroad, it is actually not easy to deal with the so-called Buddhism at the beginning, but later it develops to such a state.

Among the psychics, monks are a special population. In addition to monks, few people in the psychic world have Buddhist beliefs and even have some vague hostility. This phenomenon only improved slightly after the decade-long disaster of culture in the 1960s, because everyone is basically the same in the human world, so there is no prejudice.

There is no doubt that monks have made a fortune through travel in recent years, and Qin Mu has seen reports in the newspapers not once or twice. Every time Qin Mu mentioned those monks wearing famous watches, he gritted his teeth. Of course, most of them are not real psychics. Perhaps only one of the tens of thousands of monks can truly have wisdom.

In Qin Mu's opinion, most monks in this Inspiration Temple are no different from tourists outside, but everyone who has finished burning incense will enter the main hall and listen to the teachings of the Zen masters inside.

Qin Mu lined up in a random queue, and Honglian and Hua Wuyue were talking aside. I don’t know how long it took, Honglian suddenly patted Qin Mu on the shoulder and signaled him to see the people queuing in front.

"Why? No one is going to go to the line." Qin Mu was confused. The few people in the queue in front were extremely procrastinating. Every person who came to burn incense would delay for a few minutes after the incense was finished. Next to him was an old monk standing, muttering something. Qin Mu noticed from the beginning that not everyone was qualified to enter the hall to listen to the teachings.

"Of course no one went to the line in such a place." Honglian said angrily: "Didn't you pay attention? It seems that you are the shabby in the queue."

"Please, you say I'm shabby if you spend a stick of incense for fifty dollars? It's because the things here are so expensive, okay? Why? This thing is made of gold?" Qin Mu looked at the place where Honglian pointed speechlessly, but he had to deny that the many people in front of them looked richer than Qin Mu's.

The worst thing is that everyone holding three hundred yuan per stick of incense.

Qin Mu was inevitably a little excited when he spoke. On this hot day, he didn't even see a fat head dog's hair, and stood here and was always shining by the sun, and he was struggling. But when he was expressing his dissatisfaction, the few people in front of him also looked at him with contempt.

"What are you doing? What are you watching?" Qin Mu said with a fierce look on his face.

Standing in front of Qin Mu was a mother holding a child. Her clothes were torn and her little face was red with hot and red. But even so, there were more things on her hands than Qin Mu. She turned her head and said to Qin Mu: "Young man can't say that. These things are all intent. You can't say that the money is too much or too little. If you are sincere, your wish will naturally come true. You can't say that."

Qin Mu looked puzzled: "What? What did I say? I just said it was too expensive, what else did I say?"

Ji Ren, who stood in front of Qin Mu, looked contemptuous of Qin Mu, and Qin Mu was also puzzled. When did the Buddhism in China become so prosperous? Or was this fat head man himself in charge and used talismans, talismans, water and other things to do things for these people?

If this is the case, Qin Mu really has to praise him. Even Wu Zhu, he is extremely expensive when charging. In his impression, no psychic will charge for him when he is sick. Of course, sometimes kindness will be the case, but it will definitely not be so large.

When did Qin Mu not ask for a harsh price? Lifespan, luck, ghost stones, as long as he could think of it, of course, the help between friends does not count.
Chapter completed!