Galactic Garbage Station

Su Zheng negotiated with the abbot of the clouds and signed a contract before leaving the statue of the Buddha of the immovable King of Ming Buddha behind. This business was formally concluded. In addition, the Buddha's statue was passed through the Buddha as quietly as it had been lent to Lan Ruo Temple.

After a day of turning a blind eye, a Buddhist hall was released and established as the Ming Wang Palace. The statue of the immovable Ming Wang Buddha began to open officially, causing a sensation that exceeded the imagination of Su Qing, the Abbot of the Dogmatic Cloud, the Holy Master and others.

Now it is not a festival, the average day of incense in Lan Ruo Temple is 700 800, but the first day of immovable Ming Wang's opening, the people who came to serve incense quickly surged, soaring to more than 1,500, a large part of which, when Su Lun arrived yesterday, had the privilege of seeing the statue of immovable Ming Wang Buddha but failed to serve incense, this time they not only brought their own family and friends.

None of these people were shocked by the statue of the immovable Ming Wang Buddha. They all felt that this trip was too worthwhile. There were too many worries and too many fears in their hearts, but after visiting the immovable Ming Wang, it seemed as if their hearts were absolutely firm. Because it was too shocking, they couldn't help but spread the word everywhere, so the Temple of Lan Jo and the Moving King spread at an extremely fast speed.

“Son, it's our turn. Come on in, Buddha.” In front of the Ming Wang Palace, the line was long and long, and the first middle-aged woman in the line was pulling a 15-16 year old teenager.

“I don't believe this. It's superstitious. Running this far, shooting this long team, for this reason, is a waste of time.” The teenager complained and blocked the airway.

“Don't be ridiculous. Come on in.” The middle-aged woman slapped her son and forcibly pulled him in, kneeling in front of the immovable King Bodhisattva.

The teenager looked up and was suddenly stopped by the majesty of the immovable king. The disbelief and disdain in in his heart suddenly dissipated, replacing it with an unknown sense of inner peace. Originally, he was afraid of the exams, of the mockery of a bunch of mixed classmates, of the sight of a girl he liked, he was a little arrogant in front of his parents, but very timid out there. At this moment, however, that anxiety and cowardice are gradually disappearing, and a sense of courage and self-confidence is gushing deep inside.

“This host, this host, it's your turn, come in.” The monks who organize order at the doorstep are shouting at a middle-aged man who is distracted.

“Oh, my God.” The middle-aged man, degenerate, returned to God and walked into the Ming Wang Palace. His eyes were deaf and his face pale, as if his life had lost hope. He succeeded when he was young, graduated from a prestigious school, made a lot of money in the business, married a beautiful wife as gentle as flowers, and gave birth to a pair of children. However, in previous years, the business failed. The company collapsed, and the loss was to die, leaving few deposits. Over the years, he had tried to rise again in Dongshan, but had been hit successively, not only not earning money, but also losing a lot of money, and was now in debt to millions. Besides, his relationship with his wife is getting worse and worse. He fought all day, and his wife told him to get out last night. Don't go back.

The middle-aged man had lost his courage for the future. He had even raised his mind of self-inflicted self-infliction. By chance, he heard that the Buddha here was very spiritual. He came with a dead horse as a healer.

The middle-aged man stood still when he approached the immovable king. After a few seconds, he pounced and knelt, even though he was not kneeling on the futon, but on the ground. He looked at the immovable king, thinking of the tender wife, thinking of the lovely children, the courage of the heart, constantly coming up. Yes, although I owe debts, as long as I don't have too much ambition, step by step, repay debts and life, it's not difficult, my wife is so good, even if I don't have money now, I still can't help myself, comfort myself, angry with myself, just because I always pull my face at her, angry at her for business failure, sons and daughters are beautiful and smart...

The middle-aged man suddenly cried and two lines of tears came down, but his mouth snapped up and laughed.

“Master, your time is up, please incense.” The monk warned.

“Okay.” The middle-aged man simply stood up and pulled all the change out of his pants pocket, more than 300 in total, stuffed it all to a monk, put on three incenses, and then walked away, much lighter than when he came.

The next day, the number of perfumers rose to more than 5,000.

On the third day, the number of perfumers rose to more than 8,000.

On the fourth day, the number of perfumers rose to over 10,000.

Then, basically, it stayed above 10,000, and it didn't rise much anymore, because it couldn't rise any more, and then the temple of Ming Wang and Lan Ruo Temple were all going to be squeezed out. This phenomenon, other temples, shocked the outside world. Usually 10,000 a day. Isn't that an exaggeration?

Even online, the news got out.

“The Temple of Lan Jo has been very hot lately, and I hear there is a living Bodhisattva out there. ”

“What living Bodhisattva is a worthy monk? ”

“No, it's a statue of the immovable Buddha of the Bright King, but it's like he's alive. ”

“Really fake, sounds so subtle. ”

“Really, you've seen it and you know it, super shocked. ”

“Cut it out, I don't believe in that. ”

“I didn't really believe it either, but I did. ”

“I heard that the statue of the immovable Ming Wang Buddha was provided by Su Zheng. ”

“Damn it, how come there's Su Jun again? ”

“I heard Xiaozhi broke the temple's commandments and was almost punished because he was outside Zhang Yang. Su Zhi went to intercede for Xiaozhi and took the immovable Ming King with him. ”

“How many more treasures does Su Zheng have hidden? ”

Immovable Ming Wang and Lan Ruo Temple are both on fire, they have counted incense money, not knowing how many times more than before. Even if the immovable Ming Wang incense money is distributed to Su Zheng 70%, the rest is also two or three times more than before. However, the monks were also busy and understaffed, and in order for the temple to function properly, they had to expand and even try to expand it.

To silence many people, Su Qing's ranking on the star list rose again. Although not as horrible as before, it also rose a few places, and the entertainment community was already powerless to throw up.

On the fifth day, Su Xiaozhi received a phone call from Su Xiaozhi. That was the phone call Su Xiaozhi had just received. He heard Xiaozhi say: "Master, there is a man who wants to buy the immovable King Ming Bodhisattva for a very high price. We say no, but he refuses to sell it. He can say no. He pays 100,000 yen a day. He only wants to sit next to the immovable King for an hour every day. Do you think he should be answered? ”

“Who is he?” Su Qian asked that he felt that such a request could still be accepted, without making any money. But let's see if he's really just a believer or not.

“I'll send you his file.” Xiaozhi sent the information to Su Jing.

Su Xiao glanced at him and glanced slightly. He quickly glanced at the simple information of the person. Then he laughed. "This is a relative. Let him wait. I'll talk to him. ”