Shanshan angrily twisted Scar's ear, gritted his teeth and said, "I really can't see it, you are still a missionary."

It seems that you like Buddhism quite a lot, are you going to be a bald monk in the future? Scar held Shanshan's slender, boneless, smooth and tender little hand, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, I am also the leader of a gang, and I have tens of thousands of brothers under my command, can you save me some face at the right time?" You also know that now that people's hearts are scattered, it's not easy to lead the team! ”

Shanshan couldn't cry and laugh because of the pitiful appearance made by the scar, and gave him a fierce look and said: "Then you are not allowed to be angry Sister Xiaoshui, take us to Dong Feifei honestly, otherwise I will really screw your ears off!" ”

Scar obediently chose to surrender and said, "Okay, okay, don't worship Buddha if you don't want to worship, follow me!" The big star Dong Feifei you are looking for is behind! ”

After speaking, he spared the Golden Buddha first and walked to a side door behind the Golden Buddha in the main hall.

Here, a little novice stopped their way, and the little monk humbly and politely pronounced a Buddha horn and said, "A few donors, please stop!" This is the apse of the temple, and it is the residence of poor monks, so it is not open to tourists, so please come back. ”

Scar imitated the appearance of the little monk, put his hands together, pronounced a Buddha name, and said: "This little monk, the Jin Chan master inside is waiting for us." ”

The little monk was stunned for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the donor is Mr. Scar?" ”

Scar smiled and said, "It's exactly under it!" ”

The little monk hurriedly got out of the way and said, "A few people are invited, the host of Jin Chan has been waiting for a long time." Scar nodded in thanks, and then followed the little monk into the back hall with his head held high.

This thousand-year-old temple is only open to the front hall on weekdays for tourists to watch and worship the Buddha.

Hu Rong lived in the provincial capital for n years. I can't remember how many times I followed Zhou Tianhao here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

However, every time they could only stop in the front hall, as for this back hall, they had never seen it once, in Hu Rong's heart. It's a mysterious.

Access to the guò side door. Everyone entered the back hall and couldn't help but be attracted by the architecture of the back hall.

The Buddha hall in front is majestic and dignified. There is a solemn and sacred atmosphere everywhere, but the style of this back hall is completely different.

Carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, pavilions are connected, winding paths are secluded, and people wander here. I can't help but feel a sense of peace in my heart, leaving behind the many troubles of the world.

All kinds of auspicious flowers of Buddhism in full bloom, or red or green, make people feel refreshed when they enter the eye, and refresh people when they enter the nose, and the double impact from the sense of sight and smell makes people want to stay here. Never leave again.

Several buildings for the monks to rest are scattered in this picturesque landscape, reflecting an intricate layout that makes it seem that each house fits in perfectly with its surroundings, and it is almost impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Heaven and man are one. It is the ultimate state that Buddhism pursues.

From the layout of this back hall alone, it can be seen that this ancient temple has not fallen down after thousands of years of wind and rain, and so far, it is still flourishing, which is not unreasonable.

Walking all the way, sighing all the way, everyone seems to have forgotten the real purpose of their visit this time.

In front of an exquisite house, an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows, wearing a red robe, stood quietly in front of the door waiting for everyone.

Scar's heart moved, he hurriedly walked over, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "Jin Chan host, your Buddhism is profound, and you don't want to see people on weekdays, but today you actually went out to greet us, which really flattered us!" ”

At first glance, the host of Jin Chan is a rare real monk, standing in front of you, but you always feel that he is still far away from you.

But when you feel that he is far away from you, he seems to be one with you.

This strange feeling made Scar's heart admire Jin Chan's profound Buddhist cultivation.

Jin Chan whispered a Buddha horn, this Buddha horn from Jin Chan's mouth, definitely not like Scar's announcement, purely for the sake of talking to the monk 'joint code'.

This Buddha horn seems to be announced in the hearts of everyone, and people can't help but feel warm in their hearts, only to feel that this Buddha horn is full of compassion for the world and infinite wisdom.

Scar suddenly felt that in front of such a profound Buddhist monk, proclaiming the Buddha's name was simply a blasphemy against the Buddha, and his face was hot and hot, and he felt ashamed in his heart.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time.

The man you are looking for is now in this house behind me.

I've done what someone asked me to do, everyone, please come in! ”

Jin Chan put one hand on his chest, held a string of crystal clear Buddha beads with one hand, and said slowly.

"Someone who is destined? What is destined? Long Ling'er asked subconsciously.

Jin Chan looked at her, smiled and said: "A person who is destined is a person who is destined, a blessed person, a Taoist person, and a virtuous person." ”

Jin Chan said a series of people, which made Long Ling'er confused, and muttered in his heart: "People who are destined? I think you're clearly sick! ”

"The poor monk is not sick, and the poor monk is innocent...... Jin Chan seemed to see through Long Ling'er's thoughts, and said leisurely.

Long Ling'er shouted at Jin Chan with some annoyance: "You are shameless! You're peeping into my heart? ......" Later, I felt that this was a bit unbelievable, and I felt that it didn't make sense, and I couldn't help but stop my mouth and lose my temper.

Mind reading has always been a great power of Buddhism, if this is not the case, how would the Buddha know that his disciples are sincere in their desire to practice the Dharma, and not in the name of cultivating Buddhism? Scar didn't want to offend this respected monk because of Long Ling'er, so he hurriedly shouted at Long Ling'er: "Enough, aren't you in a hurry to see Dong Feifei?" She's inside, do you want the master to send you in himself? ”

Speaking of Dong Feifei, everyone immediately came back to their senses and rushed to the meditation room together.

This Zen room is divided into two by a silk curtain, one is the living room, coffee table, chairs and stools, all available, and a few antique antiques, the whole room is decorated with serene and simple, exquisite and elegant, simple and full of great wisdom, and the simplicity of the appearance is full of inner beauty.

It is a sign that the owner of this house, perhaps not materially wealthy. But the soul is incomparably full.

Long Ling'er, Hu Rong, and Li Xiaoshui couldn't wait to open the thin silk curtain, and behind the curtain was a small bedroom, and a bed was lying quietly by the window of the room. On top of the bed. Lying quietly, Dong Feifei seemed to be asleep at this time, breathing evenly. His face was still a little flushed.

"Fei Fei!"

Seeing Dong Feifei, everyone's hearts finally fell to the ground. Long Ling'er and Hu Rong hurriedly walked over and pushed her a few times.

Dong Feifei's eyelids twitched a few times, then slowly opened and sat up. stretched out a long waist, full of laziness and comfort: "This sleep is so comfortable!" ”

After coming to her senses, Dong Feifei immediately looked around for a while, her eyes directly ignoring Long Ling'er, Hu Rong and others who were close in front of her, eagerly looking for something.

Seeing this, Long Ling'er said with some dissatisfaction: "What a heartless guy, we worked so hard to find her." She's better to sleep here! ”

Dong Feifei didn't seem to find what she was looking for, and a kind of anxiety and uneasiness began to flow from her face.

Hu Rong was startled and took her hand. She notices herself and asks, "Feifei, what are you looking for?" ”

Dong Feifei muttered: "Looking for Brother Gang, why is he not here, why is he not there?" ”

Seeing Dong Feifei's anxious expression, Hu Rong and Long Ling'er's hearts were sour, Hu Rong hugged Dong Feifei and said softly: "Calm down, Feifei!" Calm down, although everyone is unwilling to accept this fact, Brother Gang has really left us. Now he may be watching us from heaven, he must not want to see you so sad, sad, to see you like this, he will be worried......"

Dong Feifei struggled out of Hu Rong's embrace, and said eagerly: "Do you think I'm insane? No, Brother Gang, he really didn't die! It was he who saved me, his arms were so warm, and I will never forget that feeling after being hugged by him once. That's right, when I jumped off the cliff, it was Brother Gang who hugged me! He's not dead, you see, he's not dead! ”

"Jumping off a cliff!?" Dong Feifei's words surprised everyone, and Long Ling'er said with a loud voice: "Feifei, you...... Are you going to jump over a cliff? ”

Dong Feifei shook her head and said, "These are not important anymore, I'm not doing well now!" The key is to find Li Xiaogang, he saved me, he is not dead! ”

Dong Feifei's words made everyone's hearts flutter, but Scar couldn't help frowning, if Dong Feifei was really troubled like this, the truth about Li Xiaogang's fake death would definitely be revealed.

So he coughed and said coldly: "Dong Feifei, are you talking nonsense again, demagoguery?" ”

Dong Feifei looked at Scar without blinking, not afraid of the frenzied killing intent in Scar's eyes at all, and said in a loud voice: "Nonsense, the demagogic person is not me, but you!" ”

Scar's face turned cold, and he glared at Dong Feifei angrily and shouted, "What do you mean by this?" ”！

Dong Feifei said firmly: "Actually, you know that Li Xiaogang is not dead at all. You held such a grand funeral to make us believe that Li Xiaogang is no longer alive.

If Li Xiaogang is really dead, why don't you let us close to the coffin? Because there is no Li Xiaogang in the coffin at all, right? Long Ling'er pressed forward step by step, and the more she talked, the more affirmative she became, which made Hu Rong and Long Ling'er's hearts also mess up, and they looked at Scar with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Scar gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I think you're crazy, I don't even know what you're talking about!" ”

Scar This is undoubtedly a poor expression of reason, now Long Ling'er, Hu Rong, Li Xiaoshui and they are also beginning to doubt, everyone surrounded Scar, Hu Rong stared at Scar's eyes, and asked word by word: "Tell us the truth, don't lie to us." Li Xiaogang: Is he really dead or faked? ”

What a character Scar is, how can he be intimidated by a few women. smiled coldly: "What a joke, you just attended Brother Gang's funeral, and you would ask me such a ridiculous question?" The world is so big, where would anyone hold a funeral for the living! Have you seen that? ”

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned by the target report, and Scar continued: "Besides, you also saw it on TV, Brother Gang personally shot at himself, it was a real gun, not a fake gun!" Even the doctor personally determined that Brother Gang was indeed dead, what do you have to doubt? (To be continued.) (。 ))