Faced with questions from the bank executives, Ms. Britain stated that they were engaged in charity work.
Anyway, the remaining goods were either sold or auctioned, so the bank need not worry.
However, the bank executive was sowhat dissatisfied with this answer and half-jokingly and half-seriously said, "Then you need to provide relevant information; otherwise, I will refuse to cash the check... What if you’re trying to launder money?"
The three of them were imdiately agitated and almost beat up the executive. In the end, the executive said, "When the other party cashes the check, we can also find out the situation, so why hide it?"
Thus, the bank learned that they donated the money to a Daoist Temple in Amsterdam Town.
The subsequent news wasn’t hard to investigate, and it turned out that the Daoist Guardian Sofia had seen them, more than once. The second ti, they actively placed a check for a million into the rit Box.
So, other details could be filled in with imagination—why did Sofia collect so much money, and what did she do?
After forming a salvage company, they did start operations, but after salvaging three shipwrecks, they earned less than a million US dollars in total. The largest haul was in collaboration with others.
How did such a company beco so formidable, managing to salvage two shipwrecks within a month?
Soone tried to bribe the sailors to get the real story—after all, with over twenty crew mbers, soone was bound to accept the money.
But to everyone’s surprise, not a single one of the more than twenty sailors dared to take the money—are you kidding? Living at sea, they are superstitious about luck, and while they might betray their boss, they’d never dare offend the divine!
Finally, one sailor, after days of continued "full service," gave a slight hint: if the bosses had the favor of the Guardian, who else could make money but them?
Well, now that there was corroboration for the speculation, there was no need to ask further.
Afterward, Amsterdam Town attracted a large number of reporters who wanted to know the connection between the Fernando and the Daoist Temple.
Sofia, although conscious of publicity, was inherently unaccustod to this kind of thing. Besides, she didn’t think these random reporters were worth her attention. If they weren’t from the Imperial Family or a Grand Duke, at least a minister should show up, right?
So she didn’t even et these reporters, refusing to interact.
Most journalists were helpless about this, though a few, feeling battle-hardened, tried various tricks—if I’m brave enough to photograph Hollywood stars, or the Queen of Britain, why should you be the exception?
Journalists have the right to report freely!
But how could Sofia tolerate their behaviors? Those daring to secretly take photos in the Daoist Temple were directly driven away with sticks—you speak of freedom of press, but we preach freedom of faith.
So, doubting the divine, stayed far away, hiding in the bushes to take sneaky shots, enduring a whole night just to capture a few potentially useful photos. For a hot topic like this, grabbing one set of materials could an everything.
However, Sofia suddenly expanded the rain coverage fourfold the next day, extending the rain duration from half an hour to three hours. Those paparazzi squatting in the bushes had already endured a sleepless night, and now, cold and hungry, they really couldn’t take it anymore.
The reporters gradually dispersed, but worshippers continued to pour in from all directions.
The earlier text ntioned that Australia was once a penal colony for English convicts and had experienced a gold rush, so there was no lack of adventurous, wealth-seeking people. Knowing soone had a way, wouldn’t they rush to seek it?
Common portrayals suggest Australians live a Buddhist-like, slow-paced life, seemingly very content, but that’s not true—in such a Buddhist-like life, profit isn’t significant enough to pursue with effort.
But in shipwreck salvage, the profits are substantial enough, and the job... it’s romantic!
Sofia, too, beca cunning. She wouldn’t clarify her opposition, nor would she agree, rely stretching it out... for the hype.
Deep down, every Australian man has a seafaring dream—they were once exiled on large ships.
As ti dragged on, the temple’s mystical reputation grew louder, and eventually, people with other needs started showing up.
For instance, a blind girl longed to see sunlight.
Or, an old woman’s goose, bitten dead by a neighbor’s dog, made her crave dog at...
There was also a woman abandoned by her scum boyfriend, praying he would be impotent for life.
Sofia needed to build a reputation, but inherently she was a woman full of justice and had never suffered grievances, unless you count the ti Feng Jun confined her in the Spirit Beast Bag.
Therefore, she refused almost everyone but also left a glimr of hope for so.
The reason for refusal was simple—"The Lord won’t answer all your requests, so try to be devout."
So hope is actually quite subtle—"If you are devout enough, good luck will visit you, but it requires the test of ti."
At this ti, Feng Jun had already moved to Gaul in Europe. Every night he would co to Australia for a look, then leave and return to Luohua—neither Gaul nor Australia were his ho, while many in Luohua were waiting for the return of the yoga coach.
That night, he ca to Australia again, and Sofia discussed with him, wanting to concentrate these needs and then invite Feng Jun to uniformly perform a ritual to address the requests of others.
She even indicated that if a large sum of money was required, she could advance a portion herself, showing that she was quite eager in advancing to the Qi Refinent Realm.
Since Sofia instilled the concept of the "eyeball economy" in Feng Jun, he had indeed changed so of his ideas, so he said, "You handle this, inform in advance once the date is set, and I will take care of it when the ti cos."
Sofia was already prepared and said, "Let’s do it three days later then. On that day, there will be a Taoist talking about the Tao Te Ching, and many attendees are believers in the Daoist Sects."
Feng Jun couldn’t help but secretly admire as he heard this. The Daoist Temple that Sofia orchestrated, while inevitably involving so mysticism, had indeed contributed significantly to promoting Daoist culture.
Take the lectures, for example. Not all Sect branches within China regularly deliver lectures to the public. Internal exchanges exist, but public promotion is scarce.
Of course, each branch is keen on ensuring "the teachings are not passed on lightly." This is correct, but the Tao Te Ching is more of a philosophical thought than specific teachings. Although it contains the Great Dao’s True aning, it’s also excellent for elucidating the fundantal ideas of the Daoist Sect.
The so-called Great Dao is simple, and the basic things are not necessarily bad, but truly understanding the Great Dao isn’t sothing that can be mastered by casually listening to lectures.
No matter what, Sofia has been tireless in promoting Daoist culture. As for why it’s not her giving the lecture and instead inviting a Taoist from China, it’s because she is not qualified to speak on the Tao Te Ching.
Three days flew by quickly. At six-thirty in the morning, a Taoist from Xuande Cave Heaven of Mount Taibai began to lecture on the Tao Te Ching.
How many people were there to listen? Nearly a thousand beyond the mountain gate, so drove there, others were staying at Elder Lin’s container hotel, and so listened while wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas.
The Daoist Sects have always been like this with lectures. It’s already great that they don’t start in the middle of the night. As the lecture went on, it started to drizzle.
The lecturer had a bit of cultivation level, but the orthodox tradition from Mount Taibai had been lost significantly. Plus, given his age, he sat under a sun umbrella to lecture, with soone beside him providing simultaneous translation.
Since the discussion was about the basic philosophies of the Daoist Sects, it wasn’t considered teaching the law, nor did it require participants to forgo umbrellas or raincoats. It was just enlightennt, so there was no need to be overly strict.
The lecture continued until noon. So people ca, and so left, but no one paid much attention. If you don’t value such an opportunity, who would regret it for you?
After all, everyone understood that a lecture was a very sacred thing, and no one dared to intentionally make noise — anyone disrespecting this holy place was really asking for trouble.
The lecture concluded at eleven o’clock. A little white girl then went up to the Drum Tower to announce that today the Temple Master had calculated that so karma could be resolved. Those who consider themselves devout could wait outside the Daoist Temple and should not leave.
There were indeed quite a few who considered themselves devout, at least three to four hundred people, including even a comatose patient!
In fact, Sofia hadn’t inford everyone in advance that today would be a day to solve people’s problems. Her requirent was that since you believed in the Daoist Temple, you should co to listen to the lectures—akin to attending a church service.
Especially those who had requests from the Daoist Temple and Sofia, they should co every ti. If you lack even this bit of sincerity, the Daoist Temple couldn’t possibly help you.
In reality, most people who sought help from the Daoist Temple paid attention to this — anyhow, listening to Huaxia’s classical culture could broaden one’s horizon and increase knowledge.
As for the comatose patient, he was brought because his family hoped he would wake soon. They brought him each ti, trying to awaken him through the mysterious religious atmosphere.
At this ti, Feng Jun appeared outside the Daoist Temple, scrolling on a mobile phone, calculating and sensing how many problems could be solved.
There were indeed many people with various demands.
For example, this one, paralyzed from the waist down for over ten years and still hoping for a cure—co on, it’s a case of a crushed vertebra.
Feng Jun could heal this level of disability, but the dicinal cost was exorbitant, an astronomical price even in the Mortal Realm of the Kunhao Plane.
Thinking of so many similar patients in China whom he hadn’t yet assisted, he felt a bit reluctant to treat this person.
Yet healing soone long paralyzed would definitely cause a stir, making him hesitate a bit.
Accidentally glancing over, he found this guy facing him, eyelids drooping, seemingly bored, but sohow giving off a faint sense of detachnt.
He swiped his phone and secretly sentenced this person: This guy can’t be treated!
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