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At this time, seeing the monk in the middle of the mountain suddenly kneeling down, Wang Guan and the others were naturally startled and felt very surprised.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Wang Guan was puzzled, if it was said that he wanted to worship the Buddha, then when he was in the Tianwang Hall or the Daxiong Treasure Hall just now, he could pay homage, why did he bow here?

Inexplicably, Wang Guan also vaguely felt that this matter should be related to the ancient temple, so he looked at it carefully.

If the ancient temple on the mountain peak was very dilapidated, then after the big boss took over, it must have been renovated. In fact, this is also the case, only to see a temple the size of a house standing alone on the top of the mountain, full of loneliness.

There is no one in the temple, and the door is also open, which makes it clear at a glance because of the small space. In the small space, there is not much to accommodate, just an offering table, plus a few futons.

Of course, on top of the offering platform, there is a statue of a monk. That's right, it's a monk, not the Arhat Guanyin Buddha, but a monk wearing a simple monk's robe and a large rosary hanging around his neck.

Wang Guan squinted his eyes and looked carefully, only to see the monk's kind eyebrows, but there was nothing special about it, I don't know why the monk in the middle of the mountain saw it and bowed directly.

At this time, after three bows and nine bows, the monk in the middle of the mountain calmed down his excitement and explained softly: "The poor monk is paying homage to the sixth generation of patriarchs. ”

"What?"

The unexpected answer was a surprise to everyone.

"Master, the monk enshrined in the temple is your sixth-generation ancestor?" Pi Qiushi was surprised: "Master Yimai, didn't you practice in Hangzhou, how did you come to the capital." ”

"Master Pi Shi is right, the patriarchs of the poor monks did stay in Hangzhou to practice, and when it came to my master's generation, they moved overseas."

The monk explained softly, "But the sixth generation patriarch is an exception. In his life, he liked to travel around the famous mountains and rivers and discuss the law with eminent monks from all over the world. Later, after seven years of penance, he comprehended Buddhism, and then drifted away, returned to Hangzhou to inherit the mantle of the five generations of patriarchs, and became the ancestor of Zhongxing......"

Hearing this, Wang Guan and Pi Qiushi looked at each other, not because they didn't believe in the monk in the middle of the mountain, but because they felt that this matter was a little strange.

"Master. How do you know that this is your sixth generation patriarch, you must know that this temple is renovated, and it is estimated that the statue is also newly made, which must be a little different from the original appearance. After Wang Guan pondered for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Did your ancestor also leave a codex, indicating that he was here to do penance?" ”

"There are records of this in the hand, but it's not very detailed." The monk shook his head slightly, and said truthfully: "The sixth generation patriarch just recounted that he was doing penance in the mountains near the capital, and where he was specifically. But there is no detailed location. Otherwise, there should be people from the next generation who will come to pay their respects and worship. ”

This is a fact, as the ancestor of Zhongxing, the high monk, don't say worship every year. It's not difficult to come once every ten or eight years, as long as someone comes, they will definitely know the specific location. However, the monk in the middle of the mountain did not know, and affirmed that this was his sixth generation of patriarch. But there are inevitably some inconsistencies.

"Amitabha."

Sensing everyone's suspicions, the monk smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, the reason why I can be sure that this is my sixth generation patriarch. Nature has something to rely on......"

When Wang Guan and others heard this, they were also relieved. After all, in this year of egoism, if there are not enough benefits, everyone should not have the habit of recognizing their ancestors. Especially the monks in the middle of the mountain, as a devout Buddhist disciple, it is a matter of course to visit the Buddha and worship the Buddha, but it is not enough to call anyone the ancestor when you see it.

At the same time, the monk also explained: "Although the statue of worship is newly erected, it must be carved from the old image, so there are traces to be found. ”

As he spoke, the monk in the middle of the mountain gestured: "You look at the left hand of the image, the characteristics are very obvious......

Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to see the wood carving on the altar with his left hand slightly propped up, holding the big rosary hanging down from his neck. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing abnormal, but after careful inspection, everyone immediately found the clue, and saw that next to the thumb of the left hand, there seemed to be an extra section.

"The sixth generation of patriarchs of poor monks, the left hand is born different from ordinary people, and there are ...... divergent fingers" The monk sighed slightly: "Presumably things in the world will not be so coincidental, even if there are many monks who practice penance on the mountain, but they may not all have ambiguous fingers." In addition, the poor monk also noticed that there was a stone tablet next to the temple, and the inscription was faintly visible, and there should be a record of the origin of this ancient temple. ”

"The Sixth Generations of Poor Monks Patriarch Dharma ......"

At the right time, the monk of Banshan reported the name of the law, and continued: "He practiced here during the Qianlong period, if it is consistent with the content of the inscription, then it can be determined." ”

"I'll take a look." Wang Guan smiled, stepped forward to look at the stele, and saw that the surface of the stele was very dilapidated, fully understanding the wind and frost marks left by the years. However, the inscription is carved, and although it is a little blurry, it is still recognizable.

After looking carefully, Wang Guan immediately turned around and said: "Master, you are right, the temple is really enshrined by your six generations of patriarchs, when he was here to do penance, he often solved problems for the villagers below, after he returned to Hangzhou, the villagers specially built a temple in the location of the grass house, and the statue was enshrined. ”

"Amitabha." The monk smiled slightly, full of expected confidence.

"What a coincidence...... No, it should be said that it is fate. ”

At the same time, Pi Qiushi sighed very much, and then joked: "Master Banshan, it is estimated that this is the will of heaven, there is not only your ancestor's temple on the mountain, but also a Banshan temple on the mountainside, which is clearly a holy place for you to practice." I don't think you need to go back to Singapore, just stay and practice here. ”

"Amitabha!" The monk's expression moved, the so-called speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Pi Qiushi just mentioned it in passing, but he seriously pondered and meditated.

Seeing this situation, Pi Qiu was stunned and said, "Master, I'm joking, you shouldn't take it seriously, right?" ”

The monk in the middle of the mountain ignored Pi Qiushi, but looked at Wang Guan, and sighed slightly: "Does Lord Wang know the secret of that Buddha treasure, which ancestor left a codex record?" ”

"Huh?"

Wang Guan instantly thought of a possibility, and was immediately surprised: "Six generations of patriarchs? ”

"Yes."

The monk nodded solemnly, and then said with emotion: "Not only that, when the Japanese invaders were raging and the poor monk master had no choice but to take refuge overseas, he only had time to take away the relics of the six generations of ancestors in a hurry......

"Providence, providence."

In an instant, the monk in the middle of the mountain bowed deeply to Wang Guan: "The poor monk has realized, ask the donor to fulfill it!" ”

"What has the master realized, and what does he want me to fulfill?" Wang Guan said in astonishment, vaguely understanding a little in his heart, but he was not sure, really, really not sure. Because if it's definitely down, it may mean heavy bleeding.

"As Lord Pi Shi said, this is the arrangement of the Buddha."

The monk smiled and said: "The first time I saw the donor, the poor monk knew that you and I had a good fate, and sure enough, the second meeting in Hong Kong saved the poor monk from the disaster with the help of the donor." However, disasters can only be avoided for a while, and I am afraid that they cannot be avoided for a lifetime, and overseas solitary places are never a place to live. ”

"So under the guidance of the patriarch, the poor monk came back, and then with the help of the hand of the donor, he met the Buddha treasure, and today he came to this place, this God-given dojo!" The monk was very excited and excited, with a pious look on his face: "Isn't everything still telling?" Shi mainly saw through the red dust and became a monk, and he could immediately inherit my mantle......"

"Ahem, master, don't get excited." Wang Guan said helplessly: "I have no intention of becoming a monk. ”

"Amitabha, it doesn't matter if you don't leave home or not." The monk in the middle of the mountain instantly changed his words and said: "Anyway, there are many lay people who practice at home, as long as they are dedicated to the Buddha, they should protect the Dharma for my Shamen." ”

It seems that in order not to miss this opportunity, the monk in the middle of the mountain is well versed in the way of workarounds.

At this time, before Wang Guan could speak, Pi Qiushi asked seriously: "Is this decision of the master a whim, or has it been carefully considered?" If I really have this plan, although I don't have much savings, I can still fund the master with a few million. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but this matter depends on the meaning of Lord Wang." The monk smiled in the middle of the mountain.

"Why do you want to see what I mean?" Wang Guan was surprised: "Master, you should also know that I am ...... now Poor, unless you sell the golden pagoda, I'm afraid you won't agree. ”

"Why should the benefactor be in a hurry to refuse."

A meaningful smile flashed across the face of the monk in the middle of the mountain: "Although the poor monk has been a monk since he was a child, he is not the kind of monk who does not understand the world and is isolated from the world. You must know that in Singapore, the business atmosphere is very strong, and the poor monks know some business somewhat. ”

"What this Li Shizhu said just now, presumably Wang Shizhu also heard it. As long as Wang Shizhu follows the project and implements it according to the plan, the success rate will definitely be as high as 100%. ”

The monk in the middle of the mountain agitated: "In other words, the mountain temple is not only a dojo given by the patriarch to the poor monks, but also a reward for the benefactor in the commercial planning of the resort center......

In fact, Wang Guan also understands that the words of the monk in the middle of the mountains are not unfounded nonsense, on the contrary, the feasibility is relatively high. I don't know if the resort center can be popular, but as long as he has the heart, put the Xuande treasure furnace in front of the mountain gate, and then hang the golden silk and jade silk in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, plus the sitting of the monk in the middle of the mountain, he will definitely be able to build the Banshan Temple into one of the most well-known temples in the country.

At that time, the sesame oil money alone should be able to pay for itself, right?

For a while, Wang Guan was in a trance and fell into the longing of the rolling wealth......

However, the ideals are abundant, and the reality is skinny. Not long after, Wang Guan also came to his senses, scratched his head and said, "Master, I really want to support you, the problem is that I don't have enough money!" (To be continued.) )