Mao 18 and Zhang Laoqi were chatting, when they heard a worker shouting, as if they had found something.

Mao 18 and Zhang Laoqi hurriedly walked over.

There is a magnolia tree on the west side of the three-story building, and Mao didn't pay attention to it when he came that day, probably because the yard was overgrown with weeds, so he ignored it.

Now most of the yard has been covered with concrete floors, and only this tree is left in the huge yard, which is very conspicuous.

The tree is not too long, and it has the thickness of a bowl. The trunk of the tree is fairly straight, and the branches are slanted out, and it looks like a large parasol when you look closely.

Magnolia trees bloom in the north until mid-April.

But now it's just over the New Year, it's only mid-March, I don't know why, the magnolia tree has already bloomed, and the white petals make people can't see that it's real, as if it's made of white jade, hanging on it one by one.

Mao 18 said that these people made a fuss, probably because the weather was warm this year, so the flowers bloomed earlier.

One worker said that we were not surprised because it was blooming, but that the tree had started blooming the day we came, and that it was already full blooming.

At the beginning, everyone was also surprised, because there were magnolia trees in other places, all of which had not yet bloomed, which was also an auspicious omen.

Just now, when the big guy was cleaning up under the tree, he found something that no one knew.

When Mao 18 heard that something had been dug up, he was interested for a while and said, where it is, I'll take a look.

The worker took Mao 18 and Zhang Laoqi to the bottom of the tree and said, "Look, isn't it there?"

Mao Shibai followed the sound and saw that a blue-black stone tablet was exposed on the land, and the exposed place was about one meter wide, and after twenty centimeters, it didn't look like a stone, because it looked very moist, like jade, but it was not very transparent.

Zhang Laoqi looked at Mao Eighteen and said, Boss, it won't be a treasure.

Mao Eighteen smiled and said, what treasures do we have in this place in Beihai, nonsense, it is estimated that at best it is the tombstone of someone's ancestral grave.

Don't look at it, keep digging and see what the hell is.

The workers began to work, but Zhang Laoqi felt that this should not be an ordinary thing, and urged everyone to be careful. Don't break it.

It took nearly half an hour for something buried under the soil to come out.

Sure enough, it was a stone stele.

One meter wide, three meters high, twenty centimeters thick, with words on it, no one knows what is written.

Mao 18 said, let's put the stele in the building first, and then talk about it later, it is estimated that it can't be anything valuable.

Mao 18 took out the cigarette and distributed it to everyone, saying, light it all, smoke it thoroughly, hurry up and work, I'm a little anxious.

Most of the workers knew Mao 18 and knew that Mao 18 was Zhang Laoqi's boss, and said in their hearts that this boss looked kinder than Zhang Laoqi, and he was really a big man. No temper.

That's why I work very hard.

Just after noon, the whole willingness was over. There is nothing wrong with the gate, but the paint is peeling off, and Zhang Laoqi has already made people paint it new.

There are two collapses in the courtyard wall, Zhang Laoqi asked people to clean it up yesterday, and now standing in the middle of the courtyard to take a look, it is still full of such things.

Mao 18 gave Zhang Laoqi some wages, and Zhang Laoqi took back some of it, saying that his family, just take a little less.

Mao 18 said that's good, I'll invite you to dinner in the evening.

Zhang Laoqi said, I have something to do tonight, let's do it another day.

Mao 18 nodded and said okay, then thank you.

After Zhang Laoqi left, Mao Shibai called Xiaocao and Tang Mengmeng and asked them to bring a few people over to clean up.

After Xiaocao and Tang Mengmeng arrived, they were all stunned and said, big brother, this is our territory in the future.

Mao 18 nodded and said, yes, how do you feel.

Xiaocao said, it was too big, and it seemed a little empty. But the magnolia tree grows well.

Tang Mengmeng said, it's better to be bigger, magnificent, if we also set up a company in the future, I'm afraid that the place is not enough.

A few people entered the building giggling and began to clean.

Desks, beds, and furniture are basically ready-made, and they are new, so you don't need to buy them, and you can talk about it when you really have money in the future.

Xiaocao, they all saw the tombstone and asked, "Big brother, what is this such a big thing?"

Mao 18 said, I don't know, you do it first, I'll find someone to come over and have a look.

Xiaocao said, okay, you go, just don't forget to invite us to dinner at night.

Mao 18 smiled and drove to Bodhi Temple and invited the old monk who swept the floor.

When the old monk saw the stone tablet, his eyebrows jumped a few times, and his joy was overflowing.

Mao 18 asked, saying, Master, what is this thing and what is written on it.

The old monk said that this is a piece of black jade, produced in the two rivers of Hotan, the Jade Dragon Kashgar River, the Karakash River, the real black jade is of course rare and rare, good black jade is black, and moist, particularly delicate.

Black jade is inherently rare, and such a large piece is even more precious, and it can be said to be a priceless treasure.

Mao 18 said, then you can see what is written on it.

The old monk read it carefully and translated the words on it in a notebook. It reads as follows:

When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he is a qiē suffering, and the relics are not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when he thinks about it, and the relics are the emptiness of all the dharmas, which are not born or destroyed, are not dirty, are not pure, do not increase or decrease, are therefore colorless in the air, are not affected by the knowledge of thoughts, have no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and have no color, sound, fragrance, and touch the Dharma......

Mao Eighteen listened to the clouds, although he has a home for Buddhism, but he is not a real student of Buddhism, it feels like a scripture, but he doesn't know what it's called.

The old monk said that this scripture is called the Guanyin Heart Sutra, and it stands to reason that the appearance of the Buddhist sutra in this way should be a portent.

Mao Eighteen asked, the stele was dug under the magnolia tree, and the magnolia tree was blooming at that time, so it was not an omen.

The old monk nodded, worshipped, and said something unintelligible.

Mao Eighteen was also listening quietly on the side, not to disturb abruptly.

After a long time, the old monk got up and said, Mao Eighteen, you are so blessed, I have long heard that there is such a black jade scripture tablet in Beihai City, but I didn't expect to find it here in you, it seems that my fate as a monk and the Buddha is not as good as your person at home.

Mao 18 was a little stunned by what the old monk said, so he asked, where does this start.

The old monk sighed and said, buy some incense and candle offerings, let's talk about it after we finish worshipping.