Zhang Haisheng stood up and beckoned to Ning Yuan with a smile: "Come and introduce you to a few friends." ”

Ning Yuan trotted over, looking at the few people in front of him with some surprise.

A couple of about forty years old, a beautiful woman holding a boy seven or eight years tall with her waist in her right hand, was blinking and looking at him curiously.

He hadn't seen these three people, but the polite chin was a greeting.

There is another person Ning Yuan knows, but the other party doesn't know him.

This is a middle-aged monk with a kind eyebrow and kind eyes, with nine ring scars on the top of his head, wearing an earthy yellow long-sleeved monk's robe, and wearing black and white-soled cloth shoes.

Ning Yuan put his hands together on his chest, bent down and saluted: "Hello Master Yuanmei, I have admired my name for a long time." ”

The middle-aged monk returned the salute with the same action, and said with a surprised expression: "Does the little benefactor recognize me?"

Ning Yuan said with a smile: "Of course, you are our Buddhist master in Tiannan Province, a well-known philanthropist, and there are huge portraits and slogans of you under my residential community." ”

His tone was not pretended, but respectful from the heart.

In these years, most of the monk temples are not bad for money, especially the famous ones, and the first pillar incense is sold for hundreds of thousands of millions on the first day of the new year, and even tens of millions of sky-high prices.

Others such as tourist ticket income, not to mention practical things, make a lot of money.

Zhenlong Temple, where the round eyebrows are located, is a well-deserved chief in the province.

As far as he knows, in the name of this temple alone, he has raised funds to build eight hope primary schools and purchased a large number of practical items such as grain, oil, rice and noodles for poor mountainous areas.

As the host of the temple, it is rare for him to have this kindness, and he deserves to be treated with courtesy by Ning Yuan.

"Amitabha, it's just a name. The round-eyed monk smiled, folded his hands and pronounced the Buddha's name.

Zhang Haisheng laughed and said: "Since you know Master Yuanmei, then I won't draw snakes."

He said with his left palm to the short, obese middle-aged man beside him: "This is Ou Fuhai, the chairman of the board of directors of Chixing Technology, who is my old friend and business partner for many years, but has helped me a lot before, and the two next to her are her lover and child." ”

Ou Fuhai shook hands with Ning Yuan with a smile on his face, with a pair of Hong Kong and Taiwan mouths: "You are Ning Xiansen, right? ”

Ning Yuanyun said lightly: "Hello Mr. Ou." ”

It's a little strange in my heart, the deep fortune is simply good luck, and the way the other party praises people is a bit unusual.

A group of people sat down one after another and chatted, and after about three or five minutes, Zhang Haisheng explained to Ning Yuan the reason for inviting him.

He suddenly realized that good things in the secret path would indeed shine wherever they were.

The last time I visited, I gave a gift of red sandalwood twigs with leaves, and the little finger was thick and palm-long.

Zhang Haisheng couldn't cry or laugh at the time, everyone else gave bonsai, but this guy just got a branch as a gift.

Although he felt that this red sandalwood was unusual, he had seen a lot of precious wood, so he didn't think much about it, and asked the maid to buy a flower pot and get some soil to plant and put it in the living room.

It wasn't until last night that Ou Fuhai's family and the round-eyebrow monk came to visit and saw something unusual.

The round-eyed monk asked, "Little donor, I don't know where you found this sandalwood?" ”

He spoke a little like an old pedant, crepe of letters.

Ning Yuan didn't quite get used to it, but he still replied seriously: "I cut it at a friend's place." ”

This is the result of discussing with Sun Feixue, if someone asks about the origin of the 60,000-year-old red sandalwood, they will say that they got it at her house, so it is convenient to deal with it.

Several people looked at each other, and he deliberately asked, "Is there anything strange about this branch?"

The round-eyed monk nodded: "Although the red sandalwood is not easy to grow, but it can always be grown in a thousand years, yesterday I carefully investigated, and found that this section is only a little thumb thick sandalwood, but it has grown for at least thousands of years." ”

He looked puzzled, shook his head and wondered: "It stands to reason that this shouldn't be the case, even if the red sandalwood grows slowly, at least there are people with thick waists in thousands of years, it's really weird, weird." ”

Ning Yuan's heart was clear, but he remained silent.

60,000 years is the year of the main rod and main fork of red sandalwood, and those small forks are all grown later, ranging from tens of thousands of years to several years.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Haisheng, "Just because of this?"

"Just a few of the reasons. Zhang Haisheng stretched out his hand to caress him, signaling him to be restless.

Then he raised an eyebrow at Humpty Dumpty: "Old man, it's better for you to explain." ”

Ou Fuhai frowned sadly, and said in his Hong Kong and Taiwanese Mandarin: "Ning Xiansen, you have a little, my son is easy to provoke some unclean things because of physical problems." ”

Ning Yuan's heart moved, and he immediately asked, "What do you mean?"

"Those ghosts. Ou Fuhai looked a little palpitating, and then said: "Our master over there has helped to see it many times, but the symptoms are not cured, the situation has become more and more serious in the past two years, and I am such a son......"

"Hey......" He put his hands on his face and let out a sad sigh, and said with a painful expression: "You are the second largest log processing base in the country, and I want to find a 10,000-year-old rosewood tree to make a string of Buddha beads to ward off evil spirits." ”

He pointed to the flower pot on the coffee table: "I came to Lao Zhang to help inquire, I didn't want to meet this, although it's a little weird, but please contact a friend, no matter what the result is, there will be a lot of thanks!"

Ning Yuan didn't answer, but stared at the cute little boy carefully.

At this time, the round-eyebrow monk said solemnly: "He is a psychic physique, easy to attract ghosts, and in the long run, he will be yin and yang, and he will die violently!"

Ning Yuan smiled noncommittally and beckoned to the little boy: "Come over and I'll take a look." ”

The little boy hugged the beautiful woman's willow waist, arched into her arms, and secretly looked at Ning Yuan.

Seeing that he didn't move, Ou Fuhai urged: "Xiaochen must be polite and go to my brother." ”

The little boy reluctantly stood up slowly, and walked to Ning Yuan's side step by step.

He looked unhappy and said fiercely: "What are you doing!"

The beautiful woman reprimanded, and Ning Yuan waved his hand at her to say that it didn't matter.

"Hands outstretched. He chuckled.

After carefully watching the face and palmistry, and comparing it with the Heavenly Arithmetic Divine Technique one by one, he had already deduced that eight or nine were not far from ten, and pondered how to deal with it.

If you can look at qi, you can be 100% sure of the other party's physical problems.

But Ning Yuan is not cultivating now, looking at Zhang Ying's slight stomach disease, it's okay, no matter how advanced he is, he can't do anything.

He looked serious and said, "This kid is not a psychic physique. ”

Zhang Haisheng asked with interest: "Xiaoyuan, do you still understand these things?"

Ning Yuan nodded and didn't say anything, Ou Fuhai and his wife both frowned, disappreciating in their hearts, secretly thinking that you are more powerful than the master?

Ning Yuan said expressionlessly: "You can not believe it, and I don't plan to prove it, because that process is terrifying and will scare everyone." ”

After a pause, he looked regretful: "But I remind you two that it is best to find someone who has real skills, otherwise this child will die soon." ”