Listening to the narration of the flower suit, Wang Fan remained silent, but slowly sketched the image of this old monk in his heart: when he was young, he had a miserable life, suffered from suffering, suffered from illness, and was physically disabled, and he was not good at walking......

However, what Wang Fan thought in his heart was not sympathy, but something else, the old monk of Xiuyuan was physically disabled, but he was able to survive in that turbulent era when human life was like mustard, and he also climbed to the position of the abbot of a temple, just thinking about it, you can feel that this old monk is not simple, but then again, how many people who can get mixed with this part will be simple?

Seeing that Wang Fan was silent and thoughtful, Wen Renze quickly understood what he was thinking, and he began to feel a little apprehensive in his heart.

There have been a lot of strange things that have happened recently, living corpses, black jade, ghost stories...... And these things vaguely point to a center, becoming more and more confusing, the truth seems to be within reach, and it is like a mirror, and it is empty......

No one spoke, the pickup truck fell silent for a while, and the suit was boring, so he simply flicked his fingers a few times, until Pu Shu's "Ordinary Road" sounded, and he became comfortable.

"I have crossed mountains, rivers and seas, and I have also crossed the sea of people......"

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Chongsheng Temple is very famous in this piece, the people who worship the Buddha every day are like the carp that crosses the river, in an endless stream, with the improvement of people's lives in recent years, the waist bag is gradually bulging, the incense money of the temple is also rising, after several renovations, the appearance of Chongsheng Temple has long been different from what it used to be.

Just look at the monk's robe of this little novice, there is not a single patch on it, it is clean, although it is not new, but it must be eighty percent new, where do the poor monks of other small temples and small temples wear it? Most of them have been worn for many years, and the patches are dense.

There is a class everywhere! Wang Fan sighed.

"Anitabha, donor, please stay. When the little novice saw the two of them, he hurriedly put down the broom, folded his hands and greeted them, and stopped the two of them.

"What's wrong?"

The flower suit shows the consistent nature of bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard.

"Anitabha, it's really not the right time for the donor to come, the temple is closed three days a month, and the temple is closed to visitors. "The little novice was very polite and authentic.

"The Buddha purifies all sentient beings and is compassionate, does it also stipulate when the Buddha can worship the Buddha and when he can't? The Buddha crossed the world, does it also have a day off?" Wang Fan didn't expect that the Chongsheng Temple still had these regulations, he and Wen Renze set off early in the morning, just to avoid the crowd, but they didn't expect to catch up with the temple's rest day.

"This ......" Xiao Shami is very shallow in the world, how have he ever encountered such a visitor? Immediately asked, the Buddha naturally did not stipulate this, but the temple clearly stipulated, he pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Ani Buddha, the Buddha did not say this, the monks do not speak, but ......"

"But what? The Buddha didn't speak, and your abbot made a decision, is your abbot more powerful than the Buddha?" Seeing this, Hua Xifu thought that he also had his own responsibilities, and if the matter was not done, the boss estimated that he would have to scold him, so the rogue revealed his true colors, and while rolling up his sleeves, he threatened in a vicious tone, "You little bald donkey will stop you again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will clean you up?"

"This ...... No, of course, the Buddha is not comparable to the abbot of cultivation...... But ...... "Little Shami was stuttered, his face was red, and he wanted to speak but didn't know how to say it."

"Alright, don't make a mess. Wang Fan glared at the flower suit, turned his head to the little novice and said to Yan Yuese: "We are not here to worship the Buddha, but to find you to cultivate the abbot of the relationship with something important, which is related to a donation from our company to your temple, please ask the little monk to help us introduce it." ”

"Ah?" Xiao Shami was stunned, and quickly reacted, donating money? This is a distinguished guest! Don't be lazy, give the Buddha ceremony, pronounce the Buddha's name, and respectfully say, "The little monk is just a sweeping monk, not a guest monk, please wait for the donor, I will let Uncle Huizhen receive you." ”

Wang Fan didn't care what would be true or false, and waved his hand to let him hurry up.

After a while, the two of them were led into the Chongsheng Temple by a middle-aged monk, turning around and passing through many buildings along the way, and finally came to a temple.

Wang Fan raised his eyes to see, the main hall carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent, a red vermilion door opened to both sides, a black gold silk Nanmu plaque on it, the plaque was written with three strong and powerful traditional Chinese characters - Mingbao Palace.

Before entering the door, I smelled the Sanskrit sound, and the smell of incense and candles hit my face.

"Please also ask the two donors to wait outside the hall for a while, and wait for the little monk to go and report. The monk stopped, said a word to the two, and then walked in.

"That's so magnanimous. The flower suit muttered quietly.

Wang Fan didn't answer, and stood and thought about what he should say when he saw the abbot of Xiuyuan? How about this Xiuyuan character?

Just thinking about it, the Huizhen guest monk came back, and made a gesture to the two, "The abbot is already waiting in the living room, please come with me." ”

Wang Fan turned around and let Hua Xifu walk around by himself, and called him again when they came out, and then under the guidance of Wen Renze, he entered the Mingbao Hall, passed through the rows of monks who were doing morning classes, and walked in through the door on one side.

In front of him was an old man in a robe, with gray hair, wrinkled skin, old age spots, drooping old image, empty clothes and pants at the position of his legs, and only the little thumb and ring finger left in the left palm, which was indeed a serious disability.

Although I had heard Hua Xifu talk about the cultivation of the relationship in advance, it was better to be famous than to meet, and when they really met, the two were still a little surprised.

The old monk said indifferently: "You will really go down first." ”

"Yes, Abbot. ”

Huizhen bowed, withdrew, and closed the door.

"Anitabha, please sit down with the two donors. Xiu Yuan stretched out his hand and motioned for the two to sit down and talk.

The two of them were too busy to say anything, so they excused themselves for a few words, and then sat down cross-legged on the futon on the side.

Xiu Yuan's face was very calm, and he was not shocked: "I don't think the two donors are here because of the so-called donations, if there is anything, even if you say it bluntly, crossing others is also crossing yourself, and if you can help, you will never refuse." ”

"Uh......"

The trick was pierced by others, Wang Fan and Wen Renze were shocked at the same time, and they were ready to be kicked out, but they didn't expect the old monk's voice to change, and he didn't seem to be angry, but took the initiative to ask for a solution.

Wang Fan's mind turned, and he quickly calmed down, "I do have something important to ask to see the master, this matter is very important to me, so I made this decision, and I hope the master will forgive me." ”

"It doesn't matter. Xiu Yuan smiled indifferently, and there was no wave on his old face.

The hearts of the two also fell, and they sat down again, and Wang Fan pondered for a while before telling the siege of the living corpses and the ghost story in a narrative tone. At the same time, his eyes were also firmly fixed on Xiu Yuan's face, wanting to see how he reacted.

“…… That's it. Wang Fan stopped, but unfortunately Xiuyuan was calm from beginning to end, only a pair of old eyes were extremely deep, I didn't know what he was thinking, "Please also ask the abbot to solve my doubts......"

"Anitabha, the monks don't speak, and the old man does know a little bit about this matter. The wrinkles on Xiu Yuan's face trembled, and he said a Buddha name, and put his right hand on his chest, "It's just that this thing contains a great evil, and it shouldn't reappear in the world, otherwise it is very likely that the lives will be ruined. Donor, please go back. ”