With Xiao Chen's intervention and mediation, it took less than a day to successfully solve the compensation and follow-up problems of the dead and the injured, and that night, he and Wang Shangzhi drove to the Putuo Temple of Qianxing Mountain, which is thirty kilometers north of the Qianhai District, and met a Zen master who was said to be miraculous.

This identity is very mysterious, no one knows where he came from, he came here suddenly half a year ago, at that time, the locusts under the Qianxing Mountain were overflowing, and rats were quite rampant, and the city and the district had thought of many ways, but they had never been able to completely solve the problem.

But since he came, he only let people know not to go out at night, and I don't know what method he used, and it was about four or five days later, not only the locusts were gone, but even the rats had disappeared cleanly, and there was no shadow in sight.

Of course, the local people were very happy, and in order to thank this Taoist monk, they raised funds to build this small temple on Qianxing Mountain, and the name of a Zen master was also completely spread from this time.

In the temple, Wang Shangzhi and Xiao Chen did not see any other monks except for a small novice, and under his guidance they came to a small wing, and waited for about half an hour before finally seeing this famous monk.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm still disturbing your cultivation so late, please don't be surprised. Xiao Chen said politely.

He has also made friends with this master a few times, and he is half an acquaintance.

With a smile, he said: "Master Chen is too polite, the poor monk just sent away a pilgrim from afar, how much neglect, and I hope Haihan." ”

People like Secretary Chen don't have enough to eat, they don't do anything, they just want to chat with him at night, since they first came in, they confirmed his judgment, so they delayed coming out for so long, naturally to ask for a good price.

"Hehe, where, where, by the way, master, this is Mr. Wang of Huacheng Real Estate, and also my brother Feng's father, this time I came to ask the master to show me something, I don't know if the master can make it convenient?"

When he knew the identity of Wang Shangzhi, he first leaked a look of surprise, and then immediately realized his gaffe, quickly folded his hands, recited a Buddha name, and said: "Amitabha, it turned out to be the king benefactor, the little monk is really disrespectful, please sit down." ”

This is a monk, wearing a robe, holding Buddhist beads, although he looks only about forty years old, but the three long hairs on his chest are as white as snow, which adds a bit of the temperament that a monk should have.

Wang Shangzhi looked at it carefully for a while, just looking at the appearance of this body, he had already determined that this person's deeds must be not shallow, and after sitting down, he immediately used a pious attitude to tell him what he had experienced today and what he wanted to do at night.

During this period, Yi never interjected, nor did he interrupt the other party, until Wang Shangzhi finished talking about everything, he stroked the long hair on his chest, and then closed his eyes slightly, and reached out to calculate.

Half an hour later.

The fingers that pinched suddenly stopped, and his brows were furrowed, completely looking "difficult to do".

Wang Shangzhi was shocked in his heart, and suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly asked, "Master, is it really about that temple?"

At first, he really didn't think about it, if it weren't for Wang Yufeng's rhetorical question, maybe he would only regard this incident as a coincidence.

Later, Xiao Chen analyzed the incident with him again, making the two of them more sure that this matter definitely could not be explained by the word "coincidence", so they came here overnight.

He slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and said, "Hey, Lord Wang, the poor monk just calculated the temple according to your story, but the result was not very good. ”

"If the master has something to say, he might as well speak up. Hearing this, Wang Shangzhi immediately became nervous.

He glanced at him secretly with his spare eyes, and said: "That temple was built in a relatively low place on the edge of the old city, if I am not mistaken, its temple gate should be in the middle of the whole temple, and its orientation should also be sitting west and facing east, right?"

"This ...... Think about it. Wang Shangzhi tried hard to recall the scene on the construction site, and suddenly said: "Yes, yes, master, you are really a god, what you said is good!"

If before, he still had some doubts about this master, but when people said that the direction and style of the broken temple were exactly the same, he was not only shocked, but also glad, glad that Xiao Chen had found him a Taoist monk, and that he was glad that he was on this trip to Qianxing Mountain tonight.

Seeing that Wang Shangzhi was looking happy and convinced, he nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I know that my Buddha is in the Western Elysium, but this temple has its back to my Buddha, isn't this contrary to the Buddha's principles?"

"Although my Buddha is compassionate and doesn't take this little thing seriously, but it is so disrespectful to my Buddha that decay is inevitable. ”

"Moreover, this temple is low-lying and is in the desperate position where the Broken Army Star flies, so if you want to move it, it is impossible to see blood. ”

"Master, what should I do then?" As for what is the desperate position, Wang Changzhi doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand, what he is most concerned about now is the last sentence, what to do with him, so that nothing similar can happen.

His son is still in the rising stage of his career, and he, who is an old man, can't drag his son back and smear his son's face.

"Well, ......" I don't know if it's a sale or what, but when it comes to the key issue, it suddenly "ends".

"Master, no matter what, you must help me!"

"This ...... All right. Seeing that the timing had been grasped, he said: "Actually, there are several ways, but I don't know how the Wang benefactor will choose." ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

"The first method is the simplest, that is, the donor can no longer pay attention to the temple, as long as you keep a certain distance from it, it will naturally not pose any threat to you again, and it can also prevent similar bloodshed. ”

"Master, this is not a good idea. As soon as Wang Shangzhi heard this so-called method, he immediately stood up from his chair and said hurriedly: "This renovation project is a reinvestment project in the district, and the leaders at all levels above are looking at it. ”