Zheng Xiumin put Lin Feng on a relatively prosperous street, with many shops on the street, pedestrians weaving, and bustling.

Then Zheng Xiumin told him two more words not to let him run around, so he drove home.

Next, Lin Feng began to wander aimlessly around the streets......

To say that Lin Feng was not nervous at all, it was all fake!

He has no father or mother, his family is poor, and no one can afford to look down on him in Qingshui Village. Now he has the audacity to go to the director's house to ask for relatives, isn't this deliberately looking for abuse!

Although he didn't read much, he still understood the four words "the right person". Although he has made some money, in the eyes of high-ranking officials and nobles, what is a little money?

Lin Feng pointed to the thing in his crotch, slapped it by the way, and scolded fiercely:

What can I do about this? I still have Zixuan, Lingling, and Sister Yuyan, and now I have to go to her house to ask for relatives......

Hey, who made me make a mistake yesterday!

At this time, suddenly a loud and deafening voice came from beside him, which startled Lin Feng:

"Nan Wu Amitabha, little donor, but is there anything to worry about?"

Lin Feng looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged monk wearing a robe, holding a bowl in his hand, with a square face and big ears, a wide body and a fat body, and kind eyebrows, looking at him......

The monk has a big belly and smiles, like a Maitreya Buddha!

The clothes on the body are also very neat and clean, although they can't be said to be fairy-winded, but they also give people a sense of harmony and serenity, which makes people look very comfortable.

"Give!" Lin Feng didn't say a word, took out twenty yuan from his pocket and put it in the monk's bowl.

Then he felt that there was nothing to say, and walked on his way......

"Little donor, go slowly!"

The monk chased after him in three or two steps, and then took out the twenty yuan from the bowl and put it in Lin Feng's hand.

"What do you mean, is it too little?" Lin Feng wondered.

Just because the poor monk didn't come for this, the poor monk has money, not bad money!"

The monk smiled and took out a bank card from his pocket, shook it in front of Lin Feng and said:

"Now that the country is safe, we monks have become rich, and we no longer have to beg on the streets to live. I'm here to make a relationship, not a fast!"

"Oh?"

Lin Feng glanced at the monk strangely, and suddenly had a funny feeling, this monk spoke crazy, and for a while the ancient texts, and the popular words for a while, it was really confusing.

There are so many people on the street, how can he be so dignified and find himself?

The monk seemed to have guessed Lin Feng's heart, and immediately explained:

"The donor must be very strange, why did I stop the donor? Actually, this is fate, the poor monk and the donor have fate. ”

"What is the difference between Huazhai and Huayuan?" Lin Feng didn't have much research on Buddhism, so he asked again.

The monk coughed and said:

"Donor, there are many people here, and it is inconvenient to speak. Why don't we find a pure place and have a good chat, the poor monk guarantees that your trip is worthwhile. ”

Lin Feng became more and more strange, he had already heard that there were many people in the city who were disguised as nuns and monks to deceive, could it be that he had encountered it?

But that's fine, anyway, I'm idle and have nothing to do, and listening to what he has to say can be regarded as relieving my boredom.

"Alright then, let's go to the western restaurant in front and sit down!"

In a well-known western restaurant in Luoshui City, the two sat down one after another......

The decoration design of this western restaurant is also first-class, with a high-end atmosphere and a very stylish layout.

There are quite a lot of people inside, most of them are brightly dressed, and the women are even more elegant, only Lin Feng and the monk in front of him are dressed indecently.

At the moment, they are talking while listening to elegant music. However, the monk said a lot, and Lin Feng was cutting steaks, eating meat and tasting fine wine, and he didn't notice the monk's slightly unhappy expression at all.

The monk is a vegetarian, and because of these taboos, the steak in front of him did not move. Instead, while speaking, he held the Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and recited Nan Mu Amitabha Buddha, probably praying for Lin Feng's sins......

"Master, why don't you eat it?" Lin Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at the steak in front of the monk very strangely, he didn't even know how to enjoy it with such a delicious taste, it was simply a tyrannical thing.

"Little benefactor, all things in the world are originally equal, and killing is also a sin. If you eat so much meat, you will be retributed in the future, so I advise you to eat a vegetarian diet. The monk said kindly.

Lin Feng hiccuped and quibbled:

The master was right, the cows were dead, and now they were made into steaks. If you don't eat it, it's a huge waste.

As the saying goes, waste is shameful, and waste is also a sin and will be punished. If you don't eat it, then I'll eat it for you. This is also a point of merit, hehe......"

As he spoke, Lin Feng moved the steak in front of the monk to his own......

"Little benefactor, the poor monk is looking for you, there is indeed something very important!"

Lin Feng took a sip of wine and said with a wry smile:

"Master, haven't I been waiting for you to speak, but if you don't, how do I know what you mean?"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The monk said in the mouth of the Buddha:

"Little donor, in fact, I want to ask you about someone, I don't know if you can help me answer. ”

"That's it!"

Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said:

"I think the master is really looking for the wrong person, in fact, I am not a local, my family is rural. I'm here to play in Luoshui City this time. I basically don't know anyone here, so I guess it's in vain if you ask. ”

"Neither nor not!"

The monk hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"The person I asked you about must have known and had a great relationship with you. At the same time, he is also an old friend of mine!"

"What are you talking about, do you know me?" Lin Feng suddenly stopped his knife and fork, and had a feeling that he was in a trap.

Originally, he thought that he and this monk were just a chance encounter. But now it seems that the monk clearly deliberately found himself, what is going on?

"I guess I know it!" the monk said lightly.

Lin Feng didn't speak, but sat up straight and looked at the monk, meaning to let him continue.

"Actually, I know your grandfather Lin Sanshui!" the monk suddenly grinned.

Lin Feng smiled, scratched his hair and said:

"I said, it turns out that you recognized the wrong person! I'm sorry, I do have the surname Lin, but my grandfather's name is Lin Xuanqing, not Lin Sanshui!"

"Lin Xuanqing is just a pseudonym for your grandfather, in fact, his real name is Lin Sanshui. Why, your grandfather never told you about his past?"

Lin Feng's heart was shocked, but he still said calmly on the surface:

"Master, you are really mistaken, my grandfather is not Lin Sanshui, and he has never mentioned this to me before. ”

The monk smiled indifferently and said:

"The poor monk can't be mistaken, the poor monk has been looking for more than 20 years, I know everything about you, you are Lin Sanshui's descendant!"

"Forget it, since you have to think so, then I can't help it. I'm just curious, what are you looking for me for?"

Lin Feng was already very unhappy in his heart, he was actually being watched, and he didn't know anything. What does this monk want to do, does the dead ghost grandfather owe him money?

"I'm looking for you...... , debt collector!" Sure enough, as Lin Feng expected.

"Debt collection, hehe......"

Lin Feng said with a smile:

"You said my grandfather owes you money, so what evidence do you have?

"Don't get me wrong, your grandfather doesn't owe me money, he just owes me a book. I'm looking for you, just to get this book back, absolutely nothing else!"

"What book are you talking about?"

Lin Feng felt that this monk was a bit nonsense, because his house was completely destroyed by the sudden fire, and there was nothing left. Even if he digs three feet into the ground now, I'm afraid he won't be able to find a piece of paper with words, and where else will he get a book!

"It's an ancient book, a thread-bound book with a kraft paper cover, I don't know if you've seen it at home?" The monk's eyes lit up, as sharp as a blade.

The expression was no longer as amiable as it was just now, but like a beast licking its tongue, staring at Lin Feng in a daze.

"Master, this one really doesn't exist!"

Lin Feng smacked his lips and said:

"I'm sorry to tell you that you may really recognize the wrong person, not to mention that we don't have any wire-bound books in our house now.

Even when my grandfather was alive, I didn't see any books he read, so I'm sure you're the wrong person. ”

"Well, now the poor monk can't tell you clearly, or you can bring the poor monk to your house and let the poor monk find out for himself, and then he will naturally find out.

If I really recognize the wrong person, I will apologize to you when the time comes. If you are really an old man, the poor monk will naturally have your benefits, what do you think?"

Hearing the monk say this, Lin Feng couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart:

You still want to search my house?

Do you think you're a police officer or an agent, this is clearly the rhythm of scolding. But then again, this monk can't just find him for no reason, right?

Lin Xuanqing, Lin Sanshui, don't say it's really a bit similar, is grandpa really hiding something from himself?

"I'm afraid that's not right? I don't know you, how can I take you home! What if you're a bad person? That's too much. Lin Feng smiled and shook his head.

The attitude seemed very ambiguous, and it stands to reason that he should be bold now, but he did the opposite.

In this way, it also gave the monk hope:

"Don't underestimate this book, don't underestimate it, it's not useful to you, but it's very important to the poor monks.

The inheritance of the mantle of the poor monk is all in this book, which is a symbol of this school. Therefore, the poor monk is here to beg the donor, no matter what, open the door of convenience, and help the poor monk this time, right? The poor monk will be grateful to the donor in the future. ”

"What kind of sect are you?"

"The poor monk is from the 'Jinshan Temple', and it has been passed down for twenty-eight generations since I sent Master Fahai to establish this school. The poor monk is now nearly fifty years old, and he is old enough to accept his apprentices.

So no matter what, the poor monk must take this book back, otherwise I'm sorry for the ancestors of the past generations!"

"Jinshan Temple, hey, I'll go, I'm laughing to death, ha... Hah..."

Lin Feng laughed and said:

"You, a monk, aren't you crazy? Jinshan Temple is all a legendary thing, and it only exists in TV dramas, how can it exist in the real world?"