A burden to a wealthy family, I became famous on the Internet by drawing talismans

Many people came to the door of Yuantong Temple, both men and women.

Many people came to Mantou Mountain, and many of them were waiting to see Wenliang.

Liu Wen stood at the entrance of Yuantong Temple, with an extraordinary temperament. She was young, beautiful, talented, and well-connected. She was surrounded by several bodyguards and masters, who made her feel safe and no one could offend her.

There is now a group of people chanting Buddha's name at the entrance of Yuantong Temple, and several women who are dressed more beautifully are devoutly converting to Buddhism.

Liu Wen occupied the door alone, but did not move forward. She did not intend to enter Yuantong Temple, she was waiting for Wen Liang to come out.

Wen Liang was inside. After dinner, he returned to the room and drew talismans for the old monk.

There are too many people harassing old monks nowadays, as if they are risking their lives.

Wen Liang took a relatively large piece of paper and drew a talisman for converting to Buddhism, which is most suitable for temples and monasteries.

After drawing the talisman, Wen Liang took it and went out.

Several fans were watching at the door. When Guaibao went out, ghosts and gods were still afraid of him. Even the arrogant Yue Hong's daughter was afraid of him. Everyone happily followed Guaibao to Yuanjue Temple to watch the fun.

It's a good time now, the sun is shining, and Yuanjue Temple is as lively as a vegetable market.

The old monk stayed in the room chanting sutras, and a large group of people surrounded him and harassed him.

Several internet celebrities wanted to broadcast live to the old monk, but were stopped by the people around them.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The Master is coming!"

Someone followed up and shouted, "Didn't Wen Liang become a monk in Yuantong Temple?"

The young monk stood beside the old monk, looking at the large group of people kneeling on the ground, very pious.

The young monk scratched his bald head and curiously said to the elder monk: "I heard that Yuantong Temple is also like this."

Great monk, Amitabha, it is finally quiet. They are not afraid of hurting the master at all, just like dealing with the old Taoist who sang the Taoist song in Tongming Temple. Tongming Temple is now quiet, and Yuanjue Temple has a group of believers.

Some people struggled violently and ran outside in a panic, but the more they struggled, the more they were suppressed, and the more they ran, the more they rolled on the ground.

Some people were watching the fun, it was really fun.

When everyone saw Wen Liang coming, they became more respectful of her, and those who were not respectful of her converted to Buddhism.

An old man asked, "Is it because Yuanjue Temple itself is a Buddhist Pure Land?"

Wen Liang said casually: "People who come to Yuanjue Temple must be devout to Buddhism."

Some who are not very pious tremble in fear. However, you can not believe in Buddhism, but you can not be evil.

"Amitabha."

The old and young monks from Yuanjue Temple all came to welcome Wen Liang.

Wen Liang looked at the old monk with his big eyes and was very happy. The old monk was in good condition.

Although the old monk was blind, he could see Wen Liang and felt warmth on his body.

Wen Liang said: "I won't disturb your practice, but remember to beg for alms."

"Amitabha." Many onlookers chanted along with the monk, thinking that the master was here to collect debts.

Wen Liang left happily.

A young man and his mother said with emotion: "I didn't expect there really is a great monk who has attained enlightenment."

An uncle said respectfully: "The master was very powerful twenty years ago." Now he has practiced for another twenty years, maybe he can really become a Buddha.

The young man said to his mother: "I will donate all my pocket money and do charity work."

The lady said gracefully, "You can't delay your studies."

Someone suddenly realized: "Everyone can donate money to Yuanjue Temple, and the temple can collect the money and donate it."

Another lady said, "Wen Liang's presence shows that Yuanjue Temple is very good and will not be greedy for money. But if the donation is too much, it will be troublesome."

Wen Liang happily returned to Yuantong Temple, just like going home. She didn't care about anything else.

Yuantong Temple is quite quiet, and the nun doesn't care. Yuantong Temple is located a little off the beaten track, so there aren't that many people there, and everyone lives a relatively simple life. Daily life is completely satisfying, but there is no such thing as enjoyment.

The little nuns are busy working and studying, and can only go online in their spare time.

In the evening, Wenliang came out of the house and felt that Yuantong Temple was quite quiet and suitable for spiritual practice.

The little nun was gossiping with her again: "The donation to Yuanjue Temple exceeded 200 million. Liu Wen didn't want to go to our Yuantong Temple, but went to Yuanjue Temple and said she wanted to donate 100,000, but she didn't give any money."

The elder nun knew better and said casually, "Liu Wen went to the Liu family to beg for alms, but no one in the Liu family paid any attention to her."

The little nun pulled Wen Liang's clothes and laughed happily: "Liu Wen is a joke now."

The old nun also came to the dining hall to eat and gossiped, "Her grandmother should be rich, right?"

Wen Liang said casually: "She is filial, and her grandmother is from the same generation as her. She wants to do this to show the other generation."

Master, Amitabha.

Wen Lianghe smiled and said to her, "The old monk can see it."

The little nun asked curiously, "Did you open your third eye?"

Wen Liang said: "I have heard of Buddha's eyes. It could be the heavenly eye, the wisdom eye, or the Dharma eye. In short, it is not true blindness."

The nun's eyes were bright and she thought it was very interesting. She had learned from the master when she was young.

Wen Liang looked at the nun. A good teacher produces good students. Is she also going to cultivate the Buddha's eyes?

The nun laughed and said, "You can't force it. Cultivation is about practice, not asking."

Finish your meal with a warm and delicious taste. You don't have to worry about eating and drinking here, and there is a chef here.

After finishing her meal, the old nun continued to work.

The little nun looked at her phone and excitedly gossiped with Wen Liang: "Donor Chen Li said she missed you."

Wen Liang sighed, "It's an insult to Buddha to ask her to practice Buddhism."

The senior nun, Amitabha, could not help but say, "This donor is really not good enough."

Wen Liang said easily: "Let her go."

The nuns have to do evening prayers.

Wen Liang sat under the eaves, eating melon seeds and apples.

Several believers did not do their evening prayers properly and came to play with Wen Liang.

Wen Liang continued eating and ate all the fruit on the altar.

Everyone eats together, and after they finish eating, fresh food is served.

After the evening service, the nun watched a few young nuns playing games with the believers.

Wen Liang didn't play, just sat aside and watched.

A group of girls huddled together for warmth. The lights were on in Yuantong Temple and the atmosphere was great.

The senior nun handed a scarf to Wen Liang and said to her, "It's convenient to use."

Wen Liang took it and wrapped it around her neck, as if everyone was worried that she was cold.

The girl gave Wen Liang a woolen hat and said, "Thirty-two."

Wen Liang took the hat, found some money from his purse and gave it to her, then put the hat on his head, ignoring everyone.

The girl carefully put the money away, as it was the money taken from the master.

An old lady came over and nervously said to Wen Liang, "My daughter has lost contact abroad."

Wen Liang sighed, "I was locked up by my boyfriend."

The aunt was shocked and asked, "When did she have a boyfriend?"

Wen Liang said: "Last week?"

The nun and the young nuns all looked at Master Wenliang. They did not have this ability, and they were worried about a girl. Amitabha.

The old lady excitedly grabbed the nun beside her and asked Wen Liang: "Then, then what should we do? Is it too late to ask for help from the embassy?"

Wen Liang said calmly: "You have always been a good person. My daughter is fine. Just take this as a lesson."

The aunt breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body softened, and she quickly called for help.