Ink City!

Jiulong Mountain, Foguang Temple.

Ten minutes at dusk.

The ancient Foguang Temple is shrouded in hazy night fog, and it looks extremely silent and solemn.

The temple reflected in the dusk, the apricot yellow courtyard walls, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale green towering ancient trees were all bathed in the rose-red sunset......

Ye Zijun and Han Wenqing came to the gate of the huge temple and listened to the deep and distant bells, as if they felt the scene of the feelings of the ancient poets when they fell off the list, and they had a unique artistic conception.

Entering the temple, the two looked east and west, until they came to the depths of the temple, and soon a huge Buddha hall used to receive pilgrims appeared in front of them.

At this time, a middle-aged monk wearing a black Buddha bead around his neck, stretching out his fingers, and placing them on his chest saw the two of them for the first time, and greeted them, "Two donors, come from afar, what is the matter? Do you worship the Buddha or stay overnight?"

Ye Zijun didn't say a word, he directly threw the stack of thick banknotes that had been prepared to the monk, and said, "Monk, we are not here to worship the Buddha, but to find Master Wuwu." ”

The monk stretched out his hand and grabbed the thick banknote in his hand, but when he listened to Ye Zijun's words, he walked up to Ye Zijun without thinking about it, and returned the banknote in his hand to Ye Zijun, "Donor, Zen Master Sanssono never sees a guest! ”

Ye Zijun took the banknote and sneered, "He can see him even if he doesn't see it today." Tell me where he is?"

Han Wenqing took a step forward and said respectfully: "This master, we came to visit Master Wuwu this time, but someone actually asked us to come. The man said that Master Sanssouci had not left the world before he became a monk. This is where we came this time. Please make it easier for the master!"

"Amitabha, two donors, what's the matter with finding the old man?"

As soon as Han Wenqing's words fell, he heard an ethereal old voice, which came from all directions, and this voice gave people a feeling of being far away and empty.

Han Wenqing and Ye Zijun looked around, but they didn't even see a ghost.

"Who is pretending to be a god......" Ye Zijun was about to scold, but was stopped by Han Wenqing in time.

Han Wenqing looked around, "You must be Master Sanssouci, right? My father asked me to hand you a letter." Please also ask the master to come out and meet. ”

As soon as Han Wenqing's words fell, an old monk in his sixties suddenly walked out of an ancient style tower not far from the Buddha hall.

This old monk has very deep eyes and a kind face, and when he walks over with a robe and a Buddhist bead in his hand, his steps are slow, but it gives people a very strange ethereal feeling.

"Amitabha, good, good!" When Master Sanssouci walked in front of Ye Zijun and Han Wenqing, Nian put one hand on his chest and recited a Buddhist sentence.

Han Wenqing hurriedly took out the letter, and respectfully handed it to Master Sanssouci with both hands, Master Sanssouci took the letter, turned around, and opened the letter with the two of them on his back and read it.

After a while, he turned to look at Han Wenqing, "Xiangbi donor, you are Han Wenqing, right?"

Han Wenqing immediately said respectfully: "The junior is exactly!"

"Alright, the two donors, please follow the old man to the meditation room!" said Master Sanssouci and turned to leave first.

Ye Zijun and Han Wenqing glanced at each other, and then followed behind Master Sanssouci.

Inside the meditation room of Master Sanssouci.

"Donor, please stretch out your hand!" Master Sanssouci sat on the bed and looked at Ye Zijun.

Ye Zijun didn't speak, and stretched out his hand directly.

Master Sanssouci closes his eyes and starts taking the pulse!

It's been a long time.

Only then did Master Sanssouci open his deep eyes and look at Ye Zijun, "Donor, forgive the old man's bluntness! Donor, if you are one step worse off in this disease, you may ...... forever Now, there's only one way to cure it!"

When Ye Zijun heard this, he was extremely ecstatic, "Master." Say it!"

"Donor, have you ever heard of acupuncture?" asked Master Sanssoucian.

"Nope. Ye Zijun shook his head.

"The so-called acupuncture. It is to use silver needles to deal with the symptoms! The old man will now use acupuncture to help you repair your physiological organs, and use silver needles to activate the necrotic flesh and blood ......."

Master Sanssouci said, opened the robe, took out a small cloth bag from it, and then took out nine silver needles from the cloth bag, "Donor, lie on the bed!

……

Two hours later.

"Hahaha......" Ye Zijun suddenly laughed after feeling the strangeness of his body.

While sterilizing the silver needle, Master Sanssouci said: "The old man's wish has been fulfilled! From now on, he will definitely not treat people! The two donors should not disturb the old man's peace in the future." Let's go down the hill!"

"Ye Shao, is your illness really cured?" Han Wenqing asked with some disbelief.

"Alright. Properly. Ye Zijun put on his pants and said with excitement on his face.

"Haha, that's great. Han Wenqing was also very happy.

Ye Zijun ignored him, but looked at Master Wuwu, "Master, thank you for today." ”

"Donor, it's time for the mountain gate to close, please go down the mountain quickly. Master Sanssouci didn't even look at Ye Zijun, so he gave an eviction order.

……

Outside the gate of Foguang Temple.

Ye Zijun held the flashlight, "Fortunately, Lao Tzu brought a flashlight, otherwise it would be so dark, how could I go down the mountain?"

"Haha, we are not welcome in this Foguang Temple, and we can't help it!" Han Wenqing said with a smile.

"Anyway, Lao Tzu's illness has been cured. Lao Tzu is still afraid that there is no place to sleep?" Ye Zijun said.

"Ye Shao, just prick a few needles with a needle, and it's fine?" Han Wenqing asked again with great curiosity.

"I don't know, but when he me with a needle, it's like an ant biting me. Now it's numb again, it should be fine!" Ye Zijun said uncertainly.

"Why don't you try it?" said Han Wenqing.

"Try a fart! I don't look for that kind of woman anymore. Ye Zijun scolded. The thing he hates the most now is the woman who goes to the nightclub.

Han Wenqing held back a smile, "Then Mr. Ye Shao won't forget what he promised me, right?"

"Tomorrow I'm going to see my grandfather. I'll send you the wine. Ye Zijun said with a smile.

Meanwhile.

In the meditation room, Master Sanssouci held the Buddha beads, looked at the night outside the window, and suddenly muttered to himself, "Everything is a fixed number!

……

Meanwhile.

Magic City, inside a mansion.

Qiao Anran looked at a burly man at the door, and said with anger: "Sir, you are not the bodyguard I hired, please don't stand at the door of my house!"

The upper body of the calorie leaned against the wall, his hands on his chest, and he looked at Lin Na lazily, "Miss Linna, it is my task to protect you." I can't be sloppy, or I'll die. ”