Qingyun Temple collapsed, the master ascended, and the twenty-year-old Taoist priest Lin Yan went down the mountain to make money with two hundred yuan.
I don't know how to ride the subway, I don't know how to order takeout, and I dug a hole in someone's money tree because of Feng Shui. I didn't make much money, so I collected a lot of money from the losers - the chatty copper money ghost, the crybaby shadow kid, the little white fox who stole fried chicken, the lost old lady, the ghost of an online gamer who died in the Internet cafe... The compass was full of people.
"Am I a Taoist priest or a welfare home owner?"
No matter what, the incense money has to be earned anyway, and the Taoist temple has to be cultivated. As for those who eat and drink for free - just keep them, it's not that they can't afford them.
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When writing religious novels, you need to learn and understand the basic common sense of Taoism. Taoist priests are not allowed to eat beef! ! ! ! !
When writing religious novels, you need to learn and understand the basic common sense of Taoism. Taoist priests are not allowed to eat beef! ! ! ! !