Jing'an Temple is at the end of Jing'an Road. Jing'an Road is connected to Yangjiang Front Road.

Jing'an Road is less than a kilometer, with a gentle slope all the way, but it also tired the rickshaw driver.

Cheng Chuifan simply got out of the car and left, letting the rickshaw pull the old man alone.

The further you go inside, the more tranquil and deep it becomes, and the trees on both sides become more lush and lush.

About a quarter of an hour was there. All you see is an ancient tree.

"This master, you are here to take a ride in the cool, and then send my little brother to the station. You take this first. The old man took out twenty yuan and put it in the hands of the rickshaw master.

Being a temple monk is so generous, and it is also enviable. His salary is only ten yuan a day.

"Good Ratcha. The rickshaw master replied, and hurriedly put the money in his pocket, as if he was afraid that the old man would regret it.

"What are you still afraid of, come with me. The old man said in a flash.

Cheng Chuifan followed the old man into the main temple. There was not a single pilgrim in the temple. The oversized statue in front of Cheng Chuifan couldn't tell which god in the myth was, there were a few slightly smaller wooden statues on the left and right, all with hideous faces and instruments in their hands.

There was a monk in green clothes who greeted the old man.

"Come on, come this way. "The old man has entered the side door.

Cheng Chuifan entered the side door, and then went out of the back door of the main temple, climbed several steps into another temple, also entered the side door, but did not go out of the back door, turned left, and a room appeared in front of him.

Cheng Chuifan followed the old man into the room.

And this room doesn't even have the smell of a temple at all! It is 20 square meters in size, and the beds, chairs, and chairs are all made of pear blossom wood. The window seems to be made of pear blossom wood, too.

On the west wall are several precious calligraphy and paintings.

"You won't say this is your bedroom, brother?" Cheng said.

"Bedroom living room. The old man said.

"And then you want to steal the wine when you drink it?" Cheng Chuifan was incredulous.

"The stolen wine tastes very good, especially when you sit on the platform. Why, don't you think I'm weird?"

"You're weirder than Ouyang Feng. ”

While speaking, a monk in Tsing Yi walked into the room, double and ten in one, "Abbot, what do you command?"

"Send two pairs of chopsticks and a plate of peanuts in. Have you ever fried the soybeans?"

"Yes. ”

"Send a disc in, too. ”

The monk in Tsing Yi turned around and went out.

"Abbot?" Cheng Chuifan was completely confused this time, "Brother, are you the abbot of Jing'an Temple?"

"Eh, don't you feel like it? Little brother, I opened your eyes, didn't I? In this world, there is nothing that does not exist. The old man was very happy to see Cheng Chuifan's appearance.

There is a philosophy in this statement. It's also very inspiring to me. The man with a white beard and gray hair was not yet seventy years old, and he climbed up the wall and was as light as a swallow, and the abbot of the temple could be a lay disciple. Brother, you must be a lay disciple, right?" the old man smiled and said nothing.

"It's getting more and more unfathomable. It doesn't matter, as long as you have a drink. Cheng Chuifan felt that he had said a little too much, and the best strategy for getting along with this kind of strange person was not to ask what should not be asked, and not to know what should not be known. In this way, there is no burden to get along with. "I don't think I'll wait for any cutlery, drink from the kettle. ”

"Don't you think my old man has a bad mouth. ”

"Oh yes. Cheng Chuifan blurted out.

"You can't be subtle. ”

"But it doesn't matter, alcohol kills viruses. ”

"Hahahaha, you really have an appetite for me. Drink. The old man picked up the military kettle and unscrewed the lid, raised his head and took a big sip, and then handed it to Cheng Chuifan.

Cheng Chuifan deliberately put the kettle close to his nose and sniffed.

"What's the matter?" the old man was a little displeased.

"I sniffed it, it didn't stink. I'm drinking. ”

The old man immediately smiled.

The monk in Tsing Yi brought in the bowls and chopsticks and two plates of snacks for drinking.

"The cutlery is gone. Peanuts and small yellow beans can be left. The old man commanded.

"Don't you want a wine glass, don't you want chopsticks?" asked the monk in Tsing Yi.

"Say, little brother. ”

"Don't, don't we have hands?"

"Then don't. ”

About half an hour later.

"It's empty, brother, you're not right, take one more sip than me. Cheng Chuifan deliberately lifted the kettle upside down, and saw a drop of wine dripping down, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and continued.

The old man nodded happily in his eyes and said, "That can't be helped, it's my luck." ”

Cheng Chuifan stood up.

"What are you doing?" said the old man, his eyes a little struggling.

"Not enough, I'll get another pot. Let's drink it well. Cheng Chuifan shook his body deliberately.

"You're all drunk, and you still say drink. It's fun, it's fun. The old man's tongue was a little curly, "What the ancients said, which one said, wine is less than a thousand cups for a confidant, it makes too much sense." It's just me, no, can't ......"

As he spoke, the old man lay on the pear blossom wood coffee table, and after a while, he made a noise.

Cheng Chuifan sat alone for a while, and saw that the old man was really asleep, so he had to go out and call the Tsing Yi monk who was serving the old man in, and helped the old man onto the pear blossom wooden bed with him.

"I'm sorry, I got the old man drunk, so I asked you to take care of it. Cheng Chuifan apologized to the monk.

"Amitabha, it's okay. As long as the abbot is happy. It is rare for the abbot to be so happy. The monk didn't even mean to blame.

"That's great. I beg you to wait for the abbot to wake up and tell him that I have something to do and leave. I'll definitely come back to see him, though. ”

"I don't send it. The monk in Tsing Yi said.

……

Because there is only one shuttle bus to return in the afternoon, Cheng Chuifan, Jiang Can's father and daughter, and Jiang Xiaolin's three people must not take the same bus back to Jiang Village.

Maybe because Jiang Xiaolin was there, or maybe his father had an explanation, Jiang Can was not as "rampant" as when he went, but just said hello to Cheng Chuifan politely.

Without saying anything all the way, he got out of the car, and Cheng Chuifan went straight to the Zhihu consignment store.

gave Hu Zhihu incense, Cheng Chuifan was going to chat with Hu Lianghan, but Hu Zhibao pulled him to the inner room.

"Jiang Xiaolin came to the store today to show off. I was out at the time. Hu Zhibao said.

"It's a typical villain, and I expected him to do it. Cheng Chuifan drank a large bowl of cold boiled water from a relative of Hu Zhibao.

"Someone in my family is shaken again. ”

"It's okay," Cheng Chuifan told Hu Zhibao about what he learned from the county and about hiring a lawyer, "Officer Xue meant that on the day of the trial, there would be a big carp turnover, and all the relevant people would be found out." ”

"Then it could be half a month and a month later. ”

"Yes, so I'm going to persuade Uncle Hu to bury my eldest brother. I'm sure Big Brother will rest in peace. ”

"The main thing is that if it drags on like this, the whole family will be dragged down. I'm in charge of that. Hu Zhibao said, "A strange thing happened today, Jiang Xiaocai took the initiative to transfer the contracting rights of Zhuojiawu to me." ”

"Oh, did he say anything?" asked Cheng Chuifan.

"Or for my piece of wasteland. It turns out that they have always disagreed. ”

"The Jiang family has been fighting with you for a wasteland, and Jiang Xiaoquan has tied up your son because of this, and you have lost a finger because of this, and now you are taking the initiative to find you," Cheng Chuifan muttered, "What is the situation here? ”

"The whole village is speculating. What is the Jiang family's whole piece of land used for? The area is larger than Jiangcun Middle School, and it is flat and neat. ”

"I suspect there's probably some kind of conspiracy hidden here. Jiang Shunyi's scheming is so heavy, and the city government is so deep, he won't spend such a big price on the whole piece of land. Cheng Chuifan analyzed.

"It's just that in a poor ravine like ours, in such a remote and backward place, what kind of big conspiracy can he make. ”

"Leave that alone. Sign the contract if you think it's worthwhile, and don't sign it if you think it's not worth it. ”

"What's not worth it?" said Hu Zhibao, "my wasteland is worth a few dollars." Zhuojiawu can earn at least two figures after this project. ”

"Then sign it. ”

"But I always feel flustered, Jiang Xiaocai is not a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. Cheng Chuifan said.

"I don't understand what it means. Hu Zhibao said.

"It's just that if there is any situation, I'll solve it later, sign it first. ”

"Then there are Lao Cheng brothers who will be here tomorrow. ”

"Good. ”