Chu Hanxing pondered: "Do you want to repair Qingyang Temple?"

Along the way, there were very few residents around. The Taoist temple was in the mountains, and there was only one road up the mountain. It was very bad, so there was no incense in Qingyang Temple.

Ling Xuan had a lot of money on hand, but his life was very tight. He must have saved the money to build roads and restore the Taoist temple to its former glory.

"Yes!" Ling Xuan sighed, "The statues in the temple are as old as the Taoist temples. They have been repaired and repaired for hundreds of years. Although they look intact on the outside, they are actually very old and should have been rebuilt long ago."

Qingyang Temple occupies a very large area, and there are many statues of gods, including the Three Pure Ones and Six Imperial Kings, the Five Elders of the Five Directions, the Three Official Emperors, and the True Monarchs of the Five Sacred Mountains. They were reshaped one by one, costing at least tens of millions of dollars, not to mention the inside and outside of the Taoist temple.

The outer capital still needs to be renovated.

There was also road construction, which was another big project. He just couldn't make enough money just by running the business.

Fu Jia was puzzled: "This Taoist temple should be considered a cultural relic. The government will pay for repairs, but you..."

I feel like I've been forgotten by everyone.

Ling Xuan remained silent, and Ling Yi explained: "The master is buried in the back mountain. Their plan is to move the grave to the master, so the master is unwilling to cooperate with them."

He even threatened to bankrupt the city government if he forced the plan. Previously, someone had tried to persuade them to keep up with the development of the times, but after hearing this, no one would care about them anymore.

Ling Xuan blew his beard and glared: "My name is on the real estate certificate. This is my home and I don't want them to interfere!"

Fu Jia: "Oh, let me tell you! No wonder you are not included in the city's tourism promotion."

After a pause, he then said: "Taoist Priest, if you want to get rich, build the road first. Why don't you open the road first, then find someone to promote it, and then do it like other temples? Then the economy will be boosted."

Well!"

Money for incense, money for tickets, miscellaneous things, the money just comes.

Ling Xuan frowned: "No, they come to burn incense and worship Buddha because of their faith. If they collect money from everywhere and use their faith as a tool to make money, what's the point!"

If the huge Qingyang Temple was arranged by the above, it would be nothing more than commercialization. He would rather the Taoist temple decline in his hands than the pure land in his heart be trampled on.

Fu Jia was silent. Everyone has their own insistence, and others can't change it, not to mention that Ling Xuan is right.

Taoism is not well understood by the public, and the development of commercialization will make future generations mistakenly believe that Taoism is just something derived from antique streets.

"Seek common ground while reserving differences, and be harmonious without differences."

Several people were stunned, and Chu Hanxing narrowed his eyes and said: "Culture needs to be passed on, rather than being complacent.

Propaganda is not a bad thing, but Taoist temples should aim to lead tourists to explore the development of Taoist culture so that tourists can gain an objective understanding, rather than simply advocating for worship and worship.

Whether you believe it or not is your own business, the key is basic understanding.

At least, when it comes to Taoism, it is neither the majesty of the gods that makes people subconsciously fearful nor a vulgar commercial attraction, but a branch of Chinese culture with a long history.

Therefore, Taoism is a part of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and this is its existence itself.

Although the decline of Qingyang Temple is just a small drop in the thousands of Taoist temples, from a small perspective, the second and third Qingyang Temple will disappear. If this continues, it will be the death of the entire Taoist civilization."

"The rest, what occupies the central idea of ​​Taoism, will only be commercialization."

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the tree shadows swayed slightly, but the few people standing at the bottom of the tree remained motionless.

For a long time, Ling Xuan murmured in a low voice: "You are right, my so-called reservation is just accelerating annihilation. I am not the only one who is struggling to hold on to Qingyang Temple. If we don't do something, our generation will die by the time

If it's all gone, maybe no one will know..."

It is not a bad thing to let the government publicize them. Taoism belongs to him. As long as he is not crooked, his ideological foundation will not be crooked.

"But I really have no money!" Ling Xuan cried.

Even if you are not busy repairing the statues of gods, you still need to repair the roads and Taoist temples!

We can't let them see how the wooden door that has been in disrepair fell to the ground!

When he saves enough money, I don’t know what year or month he will still be alive.

Fu Jia was very excited when he heard this: "I'll go get investment for you!"

"Isn't it just building roads? My old man has a lot of money!"

Just treat it as charity.

Ling Xuan shook his head and refused.

It is not profitable, there is no return on investment, and it requires maintenance and repair every year, which is a huge sum of money. They are businessmen and will not be willing to use love to generate electricity all the time.

"If you want to accumulate assets quickly, the only way is gambling." Chu Hanxing clicked on his phone, "Why not try stocks."

Ling Xuan rubbed his hands: "We are laymen. If we want to make money by buying stocks, we purely rely on luck. Do you mean...divination?"

"Not bad." Chu Hanxing raised his eyebrows, "Are you coming?"

She can't just sit back and have nothing.

"Come on!" Ling Xuan rolled up his sleeves and patted Fu Jia on the shoulder, "You recommend a few stocks, and I will analyze them with fellow Daoist Chu."

Fu Jia instantly felt that he had been entrusted with an important task. He thought for a moment: "The hot stocks now are liquor stocks, pharmaceutical stocks, and automobiles."

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Why don't I call Ji Qing and ask him what he bought? I'll lose everything I bought."

"No need."

Chu Hanxing clicked on the web page, and Ling Xuan came over and saw the dazzling advertisements on the screen, "Tsk, use mine, you can't do this."

Sure enough, Ling Xuan didn't have a mobile phone. Seeing Chu Hanxing's confused eyes, he raised his head sternly and said, "User."

Chu Hanxing nodded and praised: "Awesome."

"Well, it's just so-so."

Ling Xuan made a hexagram according to the time, and the people from Heavenly Fire became Heavenly Thunder Wuwu.

Xu month, Jiayin day, Zichou Xun is empty.

"The Shen Jin Cai Yao is born in the Xu month, and the wealth is obtained by the earth. When the Yin and the Wood are in opposition, although it is currently falling, it will rise sharply when the Chou month, the Shen and the Sun are in opposition to the Yin."

"Which stock to buy?" Fu Jia's eyes widened. He didn't expect such an operation.

Chu Hanxing continued: "Shen Jin, the image taken must be a car."

Ling Xuan nodded: "Liquor belongs to water, and Chinese medicine belongs to wood, so, Fellow Daoist Chu, how much do you plan to buy?"

Ling Xuan smiled and looked harmless. It was impossible to tell that he wanted to drag Chu Hanxing into the water.

After all, there is meat to eat with Chu Hanxing.

"Me, ten million."

She could even out this amount on hand, but she would have to consider any more.

Fu Jia swallowed: "Master... this is your first time playing stocks, why don't you invest a little less to test the waters?"

Chu Hanxing shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you will make more after you lose it."

The worst case scenario is to continue selling the stall.

Ling Xuan gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll buy it too...five million!"

He did what he said and put the money in on the spot, then looked at Chu Hanxing longingly.

Chu Hanxing's eyebrows moved: "I don't have any money in my card."

Once she transfers money to her card, Wen Xian will transfer everything away, like a bottomless pit that will never be filled, so she simply stops transferring money to the original owner's name.

"It doesn't matter, Master!" Fu Jia used his card to buy 10 million auto stocks, "I'll help you invest it first, and you can sell it when you want, and you can pay me back then."


Chapter completed!