And the master was also happy to drink back then, talking about how good his medical skills were, and suddenly said a sentence: "The medical skills of the teacher, looking at the world except for your uncle......" Although it stopped in time, it can be seen that there is no doubt that the uncle's medical skills are excellent.

After meeting Senior Brother Wang Feng, he confirmed this matter even more, Senior Brother's medical skills are already shocking, so isn't it conceivable that Senior Uncle's medical skills can be imagined? Although Ji Tiansheng has never seen this Senior Uncle, he has always been heartbroken, of course, this can only be thought about in his heart, and he dare not say it. Perhaps because of this, he felt extraordinarily affectionate when he saw Wang Feng.

And in his mind, maybe his uncle is a person like his senior brother Wang Feng, who is open-minded, cheerful, and kind to people, right? In his thoughts, he suddenly heard a noise below, and some people were dissatisfied that the monitoring and alarm system had failed again, and they had asked someone to see it several times, but they couldn't find anything wrong, isn't this a hell of a sight? Ji Tiansheng only sneered slightly when he heard it.

These days, there will always be a little problem with the circuit of the villa, or the line is bitten off by rats or some beast, or there is a power outage, maybe the wind is strong in the mountains these days, so the wire is blown off? Or the network is interfered with by an unknown signal for unknown reasons, anyway, there are always some small faults, and it will generally be restored in a short time, so no one cares too much.

Ji Tiansheng knew in his heart, this doesn't need to be asked, it is the ghost sent by viagra, he first used this small means to cause a little bit of damage, and when they came, everyone might not attract too much attention when they encountered this situation again. Hehe, I didn't expect this viagra to do things thoroughly, but Ji Tiansheng doesn't care, no matter what tricks you viagra plays, I Ji Tiansheng can let you come and go!

The weather forecast was very accurate, and sure enough, it began to rain in Shirakawa City, the rain was not heavy, but it was not small, from morning to night, and it was still dripping and dripping at night. An autumn rain is cool, Shirakawa is located in the northwest, and the so-called Saiwai is only a hundred miles, the northern autumn is early, and the autumn mood of Shirakawa City has gradually become rich with this cold autumn rain.

There are still a lot of people coming and going in the autumn rain, in a hurry, for the sake of life, let alone rain, even if it is a knife, you have to come out to do things. It's just that the incense of Dongshan Temple next to Chengdong Park is not as prosperous as before, and the little monks who used to be waiting at the gate of the temple to greet the pilgrims and donors have also slipped into the meditation room to avoid the rain.

Dongshan Temple actually existed in the Qing Dynasty, when the Qing Dynasty emperors all believed in Buddhism, and Cixi was called Lafayette. Therefore, in order to please Shangyi, there are many temples built in the local area. Shirakawa City was originally a small and barren county, but temples were built.

The Republic of China was already depressed, but there were also a few monks here to burn incense, occasionally there were foreign monks here to place orders, after the liberation of the four old, the temple was almost smashed, the monks were also driven away, and it has been deserted. Later, I don't know where a monk came from, cleaned a house and stayed.

At first, everyone didn't pay much attention to it, but then they saw him digging the earth and bricks by himself every day, and then carrying stones to the mountains with a basket, and they all felt strange and asked him what he was going to do. Dongshan Temple is not big, but it is not small, it has already been ruined, dilapidated, he is an old monk wants to repair it, it is simply a fool's dream.

Everyone thought he was just putting on a show, but he lived here for three years, and in the past three years, he really managed to restore the temple a lot more by himself. This attracted the attention of the big guy, knowing that he was not an ordinary monk. As soon as the fame came out, the number of people who came to donate incense money gradually increased, and after a few years, the temple had been completely renovated.

The reputation of the temple has been greatly enhanced, and there are more than a dozen monks who come to admire, and Chengkong has received more than a dozen apprentices, and now it seems to be a famous temple in the province. Monk Chengkong became an abbot, but he was still dressed in shabby monk's clothes, and no matter in winter or summer, he was barefoot, and in addition to his homework every day, he went up the mountain to work with his apprentices, and people praised him as a monk who really practiced.

When he became famous and praised him, he naturally questioned him again. Rumors say that all this he did was actually premeditated in order to cheat money. Because the incense of Higashiyamaji Temple has been very prosperous in recent years, not only people from Shirakawa City have flocked to it, but also many people from other places have come to worship.

Nowadays, people, especially the rich, seem to be more or less unlucky, and by repenting in front of the Buddha, it seems that they can eliminate their bad karma. Of course, there are many people who simply seek peace of mind in front of the Buddha, and with the blessing of the Buddha, they will be healthy, work smoothly, and have a happy family in the future.

Since you are here to worship the Buddha, of course, you must be sincere, and the way for everyone to express their sincerity is to donate money to the temple. This has been the case since ancient times, and after the change of dynasty to a new society, human nature is still the same. And everyone has an incorrect concept, it seems that the more money you donate, the more religious you are......

Some people estimate that Dongshan Temple has at least hundreds of thousands of incense money a year, and these money are collected by Chengkong monks. In other words, the temple has also been repaired, and the monk's expenses are also counted, how much money can be used for eating and drinking? So the incense money in the past few years is a huge amount of money, where did all this money go?

There was really a good reporter who went to interview Chengkong and questioned him bluntly. Monk Chengkong smiled in return, and did not answer this sensitive question that everyone cared about at all. When the news spread, everyone had a feeling of being deceived, and the reputation of Dongshan Temple plummeted.

In other words, the great monk in the temple is a greedy guy, so who will send him money for nothing? Everyone's money is for the Buddha, not for the monk. So rumors began to spread again, saying that someone saw Chengkong going to some dog meat restaurant to steal dog meat, and said that he actually raised several women outside, and some people said that he was actually a wanted criminal......

No matter how much the rumors spread, the monk Chengkong didn't care, he still recited the scriptures and worshiped the Buddha every day, either planting trees on the mountain, or working on a piece of land allocated to them by the government, turning a deaf ear to all the rumors and not caring about them. When people asked him, he still smiled, and he didn't defend himself or get angry.

At that time, Zhu Ying was still a freshly graduated intern, and she also noticed this very strange problem. She had met Monk Chengkong a few times, and she felt that this old monk didn't look like a greedy person, because he had made enough money in the past few years, so why didn't he take all the money with him? Why did he still stay here and be scolded by the big guy pointing at his back?

went to ask Chengkong, and Chengkong didn't answer at a glance. Zhu Ying didn't give up, and decided that this matter must be clarified, either let Monk Chengkong go to hell, or return him to a clean house. She also has the energy to never give up until she reaches her goal, and she has followed the old monk for more than a month, and finally dug out the truth for her.

It turned out that the old monk Chengkong recorded all the incense income clearly, not hundreds of thousands as everyone guessed, but more than one million incense money every year. The accounts of these money are recorded in detail and clearly, and the name of each incense owner and the time of donating incense money are clearly and clearly.

The money was donated by Monk Chengkong to a religious charity in Shirakawa City. Because he asked for secrecy, the head of the Religious Affairs Bureau has been tight-lipped and has not come out to defend him. After Zhu Ying exposed this matter, it became famous overnight. The person in charge of the Religious Affairs Bureau who was interviewed by her saw that the matter had been made public, and he no longer concealed it, and made all the donations from Dongshan Temple public.

Only then did everyone know that they had misunderstood Monk Chengkong, but when someone complained about him, he still smiled, as light as a breeze. After this repetition, Monk Chengkong won everyone's respect with his personality, and the reputation of Dongshan Temple became even louder.

The Buddhist Council in the province wanted to invite him to be the president, and even the great monks of famous temples in various places came to ask him to be the president, but he refused all of them, and he still had the same green lantern ancient Buddha every day, and he was not surprised by the same favor and humiliation for all things in the world. Perhaps although his body is in the red dust, his soul has long since fallen to the other side.

But it is said that in the continuous autumn rain, a white-haired man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a bamboo paper umbrella, walked up the mountain step by step, standing in front of the temple and carefully looking at the three big characters of Dongshan Temple on the gate. Therefore, according to old legends, these three words were inscribed by Ji Xiaolan and Ji Daxue during the time of Qianlong.

At the beginning, Ji Xiaolan angered Qianlong Ye because of the news to his in-laws, and Long Yan was furious and sent him to the frontier. He passed by here to rest in the Dongshan Temple, and the monks in the temple waited carefully and begged him to write these three words. This is just a legend, and no one knows whether it is true or not.

The white-haired man looked at it for a while, nodded, and shook his head again, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart? Suddenly, his white eyebrows raised, and his eyes showed a complicated look. Although there are only a few strokes, they are extremely expressive and lifelike.

He obviously knew the meaning of this plum blossom, and the look on his face changed from shock to annoyance, and he suddenly strode in and walked to the door, slamming it hard. A little monk came out in the rain and opened the door, and when he saw a person dressed as a Taoist priest, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said in his heart, "This old Taoist is you in the wrong place, worship the wrong temple gate, right? This is a temple, not a Taoist temple."

But it's not easy to slack off, after all, the Buddhist family is all monks and cultivators. Carefully invited him to the meditation room next to him to shelter from the rain, poured him a cup of tea, and treated him very respectfully. The apprentices of the Chengkong monk are not ordinary people. If it were another temple, seeing this white-haired man so shabby, it would be good not to coax him away.

The white-haired man thanked him, took a sip of tea and said: "Little master, who left the plum blossoms on the plaque on your gate?" The little monk frowned: "I really don't know who did it?" It's okay in the past, but this rain is even more conspicuous, isn't it?"

The white-haired man nodded: "Dare to ask the abbot if he is in the temple? I have something to ask him, is it convenient?" The little monk smiled: "The abbot is not in the temple, but he is planting trees in the mountains, and if the donor wants him, he has to wait here for him to come back." The white-haired man said, "Since I am in the mountains, I will go and look for him myself." ”