My father made his fortune selling pig feed on the ten-mile long embankment. He never thought that success is also a pig, and failure is also a pig.
In a swine fever, I lost my father and my little wealth. After learning from the painful experience, I became a little beggar in Healthy City, made good friends, knocked down the noble son, and worshiped the leader of the handsome group. I took some time to think about how many ups and downs there are in life, and how unpredictable the cause and effect are. When I had nothing to do, I went to the temple to burn incense. Evil obstacles were born in the smoke, and I caught a glimpse of the cold Buddha on Xiaobing Mountain.
From then on, the free bird entered the thorn forest of love.
In order to get closer to the Buddha and exchange for his sympathy, I resolutely opened a Buddhist supplies store.
For the sake of business prosperity, but also for the pursuit of love
Today I will sell more incense to Buddha, and tomorrow Buddha will say more to me.
"Donor, please respect yourself."
Seeing that the flowers on the high mountain were so hard to pick, Buddha's eyes turned red when he was about to give up.
"Donor, take great care of me."
Not too much, not too heavy, not too heavy, not too heavy, just bald. Now you wake up, maybe it's a little late, my little girl has already changed her faith from Buddhism to Taoism.
The main reason was that the Taoist Master was good at whisking the dust, which made me dazzled. The main reason was that the Taoist Master had a deep voice, and the recitation of the "South China Sutra" made me very tired.
In this incense business, otherwise, both sides should do it, and Buddhism and Taoism take all, half and half.
Concept: Love or bread, bread or sixpence, sixpence or the moon?