Sure enough, as Wang Lan guessed, the population of Hanming Temple today has skyrocketed. In order to limit the number of tourists in Hanming Temple, the traffic police even implemented traffic control. It is to pass in batches and limit the number of passes, and let tourists enter layer by layer.

Hanming Temple is located on the mountainside of the West Mountain, after years of tourism development, the mountain road of the Hanming Temple is very well built, the ten-meter-wide steps are smooth and neat, but even so, climbing the mountainside of three hundred meters requires very good physical fitness.

There will be a leisure scenic spot every few tens of meters, and tourists can enter the leisure scenic spot to play, buy drinks and food, and so on. Of course, the drinks and food in the scenic area basically have one characteristic, that is, expensive.

If you don't want to climb the stairs up the mountain by yourself, you can also take the sightseeing cable. For 800 jade coins at a time, one person can ride from the foot of the mountain all the way to the gate of Hanmei Temple.

Wang Lan, Jiang Xinyu and Jiang Xinyu's mother, Huang Jinqi, slowly walked along the crowd towards the top of the mountain. For the two Star Sea Realm Star Warriors, this distance was nothing. And Huang Jinqi has Jiang Xinyu and Jiang Xinchen taking turns to support him, which is not a big deal.

Huang Jinqi grew up watching Wang Lan and treated Wang Lan like his own nephew. Even Huang Jinqi never knew that Wang Lan's mother was the famous Southern Yan Emperor, and now that he knows, he is only a little emotional.

The acquaintance between the Wang family and the Jiang family began as a landlord and tenant. Jiang Xinyu's father was in the initial stage of starting his business and rented Wang Ling's office building. Wang Ling sometimes had to go on a mission, so he asked Wang Lan to be taken care of by Huang Jinqi. When Huang Jinqi first took over Wang Lan, he liked Wang Lan.

Wang Lan was so smart back then, and she was too cute. When he is older, he always likes to miss the past, and along the way, Huang Jinqi kept talking about Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu when they were children, and he was unabashedly optimistic about Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu.

Before they knew it, the group had reached the top of the mountain. There are many tourists on the top of the mountain, and there are monks from Hanming Temple at the door who put incense platforms to sell incense to tourists. Seeing that the hair of this group of monks was not shaved clean, Wang Lan inadvertently muttered that it was too unprofessional.

At this moment, in the Daxiong Palace, a middle-aged man with sunglasses walked in reverently, followed by two bodyguards carrying suitcases.

"Every year on this day, I come here to have a stick of incense. The masters of Hanming Temple basically know me. The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to the two younger brothers behind him.

"Master Han Shi is here again......" A middle-aged monk with a kind face walked with his hands folded.

"Master Qingming doesn't say this pun, I can't tell whether it's welcome or not. ”

"Where is Lord Han Shi, how can a poor monk who is so pious and dedicated to Buddha like Lord Han not welcome. ”

A smile cracked into the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, and he snapped his fingers lightly, and the two younger brothers behind him opened the suitcase, and a dozen full of money were poured on the merit box. Looking at the piles of bundles of money, the tourists in the Daxiong Hall all exclaimed in unison.

Even the welcoming monks suddenly looked at Han Cheng sluggishly. In the past, Han Cheng came every year, and he was quite generous, so the whole Hanming Temple basically remembered Han Cheng. But in the past, generosity was a donation of 12,000 or 30,000 yuan, but there has never been a direct 2 million poured into the merit box like now.

"Master Qingming, I brought enough sincerity this time, right?"

"Amitabha, pray to God and worship Buddha, sincerity is spirituality, worship as much as you want, it is the same for my Buddha, all living beings are equal. ”

"Hahaha...... There is a word sincerity in my name, and I am sincere. Today, I come with sincerity to seek solutions and seek karma, and I don't know if my Buddha can give me a chance. ”

"Is Master Han suspicious?"

"There is confusion in the heart. ”

"Then Master Han is here, please, Uncle Han is proficient in Buddhism and has cultivated profoundly, maybe he can solve the doubts for Master Han Shi. ”

Han Cheng was taken into the backyard by Qingming, and then introduced into an old monk's meditation room. The old monk sat on the futon, his eyelids drooping and quietly pinching the Buddha beads. Han Cheng came in, closed the door behind him, and sat down on the futon.

"Master, the Buddha said that all sentient beings come to the world to suffer from suffering, and there are eight sufferings in the world, birth suffering, old suffering, sickness, death, love and separation, unbelievable, resentment and hatred, and the five yin are blazing!

"The donor came to this meditation room today to sit opposite me, that is, he has a relationship with me. The donor came to Hanming Temple today and worshiped sincerely, which is related to my Buddha, and the donor is naturally a destined person. ”

"Since I am destined to be a person, why should I suffer from illness, death, love and parting, I can't ask for it, I will resent? I take out so much money every year to worship my Buddha, why doesn't my Buddha cross me?"

"The cause of the past life, the effect of this life, the cause and effect of the past life is determined in the previous life, and the practice of the next life is the result of the next life. If you practice sincerely in this life, accumulate virtue and do good deeds, you will be reborn in blissful rebirth, and you will no longer suffer from samsara in the next life. Cultivation is about the heart, virtue, and sincerity, and has nothing to do with money. ”

"The cause of the past life, the effect of this life, the cause of the previous life, the cause of the previous life, the effect of this life, the cause of the previous life, the cause of the master, can the master know?"

"Amitabha"

"Do I know?"

The master closed his eyes slightly and said silently, "Amitabha." ”

"Even if it is the cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, you have to tell me what evil I did in my previous life, right? Just a sentence of the cause and effect of the past life will make me suffer in this life? What is this?" The middle-aged man's expression was a little hideous, and this question seemed to reveal his soul.

"Cause and effect in past lives should not be known in this life, and every reincarnation is a blank slate. People can be good or evil, and if we know the sins of our predecessors, we will not be able to repeat the same mistakes in this life. That's why life after life.

If you have the fate of the Buddha and the heart of the Buddha, and often recite the Buddhist scriptures to understand the Buddha's principles, there will naturally be a time of enlightenment, and when the donor is truly enlightened, it is the time to cultivate the right fruit and become a Buddha. ”

"Can I still become a Buddha?"

"If you have a heart for a Buddha, everyone can become a Buddha. ”

"The Buddha won't cross me?"

"Buddha is destined to be a person, Buddha is self-helping, and Buddha is enlightened. If you don't become enlightened, what's the use of crossing you? If you're enlightened, what's the use of wanting a Buddha?"

"I see...... I get it. Han Cheng finally showed relief on his face, and nodded slowly.

"Good good, good good, congratulations to the donor. ”

"Don't congratulate me, it's too late. Han Cheng shook his head and sighed.

"It's too late? Why?"

"I'm terminally ill, a terminal illness that can't even save life. I also found out that my wife had been cuckolding me, and the son I had raised for more than ten years was not my own. I was born poor, started in the end of the world, and worked hard to make hundreds of millions of dollars in 30 years. Now I find out that I have nothing. Master, do you think God's punishment for me is too severe?"

"Amitabha, donor, why don't you think about it in your shoes, maybe your Buddha fate has arrived? Wealth is empty, love is empty, descendants are empty, predecessors are empty, you have nothing, don't you have the four great emptiness?"

"But I don't want to be empty, I don't want me to work hard all my life and not even have time to enjoy wealth. I don't want the woman I have loved for more than ten years, but she is the one who has been lying to me, I don't want the son I have poured my heart and soul into, but it turns out to be someone else's seed, I am not convinced, I am unwilling. Master, can you dissolve the obsession in my heart?"

"The only one who can resolve the obsession in your heart is yourself, only by learning to let go, can you achieve detachment, if you don't let go, you will only be dragged into the endless abyss by the obsession. ”

"No, you can save me, you can cross me. Han Cheng stood up suddenly, his face visibly turned pitch black, not only did his face become pitch black, but his eyes were filled with thick fog like an abyss.

"Donor, you ......"

"The master's Buddhism is profound, and he should have reached the realm of sacrificing his life to feed the tiger and cutting meat to feed the eagle, so please use the master's life to help me transcend. As he spoke, he grabbed the Zen Master's neck and lifted him up, a pillar of black mist was released from his eyes, and a black smoke overflowed from the Zen Master's eyes, and was sucked into Han Cheng's eyes.

"Collapse-" The door of the Zen room was slammed open, and the two monks rushed into the Zen room, and the scene in front of them happened to be Han Cheng slowly letting go of the Zen master, with a smug smile on his face.

"Uncle Shi, you've killed someone—"

"You're here? In an instant, Han Cheng's figure appeared in front of the two monks, and his hands grabbed the necks of the two monks.

Outside the Hanming Temple, tourists are crowded and unable to move, all as if they are a fixed part on a conveyor belt, following the flow of people.

Wang Lan and the four of them were also members of the crowd, and they were pushed to the merit box, followed by buying a few sticks of incense, and then worshipping at the Daxiong Palace. Behind Wang Lan, followed by several college students, they should have met with their classmates during the holiday and came together for fun.

"This is the legendary trend, we are destined to enter the crowded Vanity Fair in the future. In the past, although I knew that life forced me to help myself, I didn't have a personal understanding. It's a bit of a sense to be squeezed like this today, and it's not okay to join the crowd and not want to go with the flow. It's up to you to go or stay, let alone sail against the current?"

"Why do rats sail against the current? Isn't it fragrant to follow the general trend?"

"I don't think it's because rats have not experienced the beating of society, and I don't know that it is not easy to survive in a big city. ”

Suddenly, the turmoil in the inner hall of Hanming Temple came out, and more than a dozen monks ran out of the inner hall in a panic, roaring with fear on their faces.

"Call the police, kill someone...... Call the police—"

But the scene was noisy and shouting, and the screams of the monks were faintly inaudible. In the crowd, Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu's faces changed, and Wang Lan leaned over to Jiang Xinyu's side in a low voice, "You protect Auntie and Xinchen to prevent a stampede, I'll take a look." ”

Wang Lan is not worried about the emergence of any powerful enemies, but there are so many tourists today, and if there is a riot and a stampede, there will definitely be deaths.

"Damn, why is there no signal on my phone?"

"There were too many people, and the signal blew up. This master, who killed someone, who did he kill?"

"Everyone, run, it's a murderer, and you've already killed dozens of people. ”

There was already a mess in the Daxiong Palace, Wang Lan's figure instantly turned into a colorful butterfly and flew, and the butterfly instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and appeared at the side door of the Daxiong Palace, and Wang Lan's figure appeared strangely.

"Huh?" A surprised voice sounded, and a monk who was looking around for help happened to see the scene of Wang Lan emerging from the butterfly and hurriedly shouted, "This donor, are you a star warrior?"

Wang Lan nodded, "Yes, what happened? Who killed someone?"