Abu can't look down on this kind of person who destroys the monk and scolds the Tao, especially if he is still a Taoist priest, but seeing that Yang Ping can talk energetically with others, he simply lies down and sleeps on his back, but he still has to touch something with one hand and sleep soundly.

The soft flesh on Yang Ping's waist grabbed Abu, and when he said something inappropriate, he could feel Abu's dissatisfaction.

After chatting for a while, Yang Ping asked Yi Yang where to place the order, and Yi Yang smiled: "I am a chaotic road, and now I am in Tianhou Temple in Ning City, Suzhou Province, but I usually live in a hotel." ”

Yang Ping coiled the hole and the three-way pagoda of the dragon scales full of stars and small leaves of the red sandalwood bracelet, and was still a little suspicious: "I also know a few Taoist friends, but people seem to be different from you, and they must carry the word compassion before speaking." ”

Yi Yang shook the red wine in his hand, leaned more comfortably, and took a sip: "Hehe, that's an old-school Taoist priest, and there is an essential difference between him and me, eh, what's your friend's Taoist name?" ”

Yang Ping put the small leaf red sandalwood bracelet in his pocket and drank Coke: "A dust is long, very famous." ”

Yi Yang couldn't help but smile and rubbed the neatly trimmed beard on his chin: "Oh, that old thing." ”

The relationship between Yang Ping and Yichen Daochang is not very deep, but they also came to serve the Tibetan secret to see the feng shui, he frowned, not very happy, "He is my friend, I respect him very much, I don't want to hear this kind of words anymore, okay, I should also rest." ”

Yi Yang knew that he had provoked people, nodded and explained: "Actually, you can't imagine that Yichen is my senior brother, and my Dao name is Yiyangzi, and there is a deep origin in this." ”

"Ichiyoko?" Yang Ping was surprised, this name is very familiar. It seems that the father of Fan Yun, a stinky classmate, is called by this name. That's not right. Yi Yang is only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and Fan Guochen is thirty-five or sixteen, "You still have an apprentice?" ”

Yi Yang rubbed the Vajra Bodhi in his hand lightly on his chin and nodded: "Well, Fan Guochen, it's just a name, I have a high rank in the Tianhou Palace, why do you know him too?" ”

It seems to be true. You can meet people from afar across the ocean.

Yang Ping put Xiao Ye Zi Sandalwood on his wrist, picked up the mobile phone and pulled up the secret photo, and handed it to Yi Yang: "What a coincidence, they showed my yard, and your apprentice is the father of my son's classmate." ”

Yi Yang took the phone, looked through it one by one, and couldn't help nodding: "Well, there is time in front and there is support in the back, the left and right layouts are balanced, Qinglong." White Tiger, Vermilion Bird. There is no shortage of Xuanwu, it's very good, and the senior brother's Taoism has risen. ”

Yang Ping didn't explain that the secret was planned by himself, and the head of Yichen Dao just came to see it when it was completed, and he asked with a smile: "Why is there so much age difference between you two senior brothers?" One in the east and one in the west? ”

Yi Yang sighed and looked depressed: "It's hard to say, I am an orphan adopted by my master, a closed disciple, as for the separation between things and the fact that it involves Daomen Tantra, it's hard to explain, you guys will go back to JC directly when you go to Huhai?" ”

"We're traveling to Paris, well, I'm going to have to stay in Shanghai for a while."

Yi Yang took a sip of red wine: "Oh, then you can come to Ningcheng to find me, it's not far away, the incense in Tianhou Temple is very strong, I will give you a few talismans when the time comes, but I don't have it at hand now." Well, it's better to come, some things are not good to say now, your Yin Tang is black, and the Yuan Shen is scattered, uh, in fact, it is in a sub-health state for a long time, and it needs to be conditioned and conditioned. ”

Well, yes, this Taoist priest still knows how to keep pace with the times, Yang Ping didn't believe these at all, and perfunctory: "Haha, let's see the opportunity." ”

Yi Yang entered his number into Yang Ping's phone and returned it to him: "This is my phone, I have something to call, I am very tired today, so I will sleep first." ”

"Good night." Yang Ping nodded, took Abu's hand, and closed his eyes.

Global Village, really thanks to the development of science and technology, Abu slept deeply and sweetly under Yang Ping's combing, and then woke up and saw that the plane was already hovering over the Shanghai Sea.

Saying goodbye to Yi Yang, Yang Ping and Abu got on the plane to JC again.

More than three hours later, Yang Ping and Abu were already in the secret to distribute gifts to everyone, and everyone had them, even Ali and Tony had French dog bones.

Stinky Bao and Yang Jin went home for dinner at noon, and were overjoyed to see their father come back, so they threw themselves into Yang Ping's arms: "Dad, I really miss you, um, and Aunt Bu." ”

Yang Ping picked up the stinky treasure and weighed it: "I'm not fat anymore, stinky treasure, Yang Jin bought you a lot of gifts this time." ”

Abu hugged Yang Jin and kissed him enough: "I want to die grandma." ”

Yang Chengrui, Fu Jin and Abu's aunt watched the happy scene with a smile on their faces, and they didn't bother.

At lunchtime, I was finally able to speak normally.

Grandma, Abu and Yang Jin chattered together.

Yang Chengrui asked Yang Ping when he would go to Huhai.

Yang Ping snatched a chicken wing from the stinky treasure bowl and stuffed it in his mouth, vaguely: "Well, I'll go tomorrow morning, stinky treasure, I'm not here for more than a month, you study hard for me, I just heard your grandmother say that your grades have dropped a lot, if you don't keep up, I'll give it to someone else if you have a big gift." ”

Stinky Bao was dissatisfied with the robbery of his chicken wings, and muttered: "Hurry up and go, if you don't come, the chicken wings are mine...... Well? What a gift, Dad? ”

Fu Jin was disgusted: "Don't buy so many things for Stinky Bao, you see that you came back this time with two large boxes full of gifts, and there are many that are on the way, and the book says that material rewards are not good for children." And the clothes you bought me, how did I wear them? ”

Yang Chengrui was in a good mood, and gave himself and his son a glass of wine: "Your mother is right, the poor raise a son and a rich daughter, Yangjin should be rich, and the stinky treasure should suffer more." You still go to Huhai to accompany Hailan, this time Hailan has worked hard, if you give birth to a daughter, it will be all right. ”

Yang Ping smiled and drank dry.

Abu also grinned: "Aunt Fu, we bought this for you in Paris, and my grandma also has it." You can wear it with confidence, it definitely fits. ”

Fu Jin thanked: "By the way, I see that the back of this courtyard has also been built, and Zhuoma came over that day to ask if he wanted to open the courtyard wall behind it." ”

The watchtower behind is really simple to build, after eating, the two children don't take a nap, pestering Abu and Yang Ping to see the second phase of the secret.

Just turn a corner, the brightly colored watchtowers built on the mountain release a dazzling brilliance in the noon sun, and in front of the watchtowers is a wide lawn. A stone path divides the lawn in half. Half dense and vigorous. Verdant, half of it is a little yellow.

Yang Ping didn't dare to mention this stubble, the difference in the lawn was also caused by him, he insisted on using cheap goods, Abu's consistent purpose is that expensive is good, this is clear at a glance.

Along the stone road, everyone came to the watchtower, the typical Tibetan style watchtower made Yang Jin very excited, like returning to his hometown.

"Grandma. Summer Township, this place is the same as our home! When will we be able to move in? Yang Jin cheered.

Dolma came out of the watchtower and folded his hands: "You are finally back, Naoribu, this place has been completed, and the decoration is all painted on logs, just waiting for you to invite the master to come and pray for blessings." ”

Abu went over and hugged him: "Thank you, I like it very much, everyone in the company can live here in the future." According to them, this is the family area of the group. ”

Yang Ping held a small person in his hand. Chong Zhuoma nodded: "Hard work, go in and visit." I have a great gift for Abu. ”

Zhuoma introduced as he walked: "At most, hundreds of people started construction at the same time, so it was built quickly. ”

Yang Ping casually touched the skirt wall of the watchtower, which is all made of stones transported from Tibet, relying on the wisdom of craftsmen to build a regular four-sided wall, large and small stones fit very rough beauty.

The gray-black stone is matched with the red window frames and columns, which has a delicate and timeless beauty and is full of life tension.

Entering the watchtower, Yang Ping couldn't help but sigh: "This is not much more than the luxury of the Villesekoselle Castle." ”

The interior of the room is mainly decorated with wood and metal such as gold, silver and copper. Use traditional crafts to show the details of Tibetan culture more diversely. The floor, stairs, roof beams, Tibetan kitchen, bathroom to bedroom Tibetan curtain make people naturally enter the atmosphere of Tibetan life.

The furniture has not yet been purchased, and Abu's plan is to use all the old furniture from the Tibetan area, or the highest quality.

Yang Jin chose his own watchtower, his own room, and even prepared a guest room for Stinky Bao.

In the afternoon, Yang Ping let Abu sleep to make up for the jet lag, he went to send his two children to school, and went back to the city library's home to prepare gifts.

When he got home, Yang Ping lit a cigarette, boiled a pot of water, and began to roll up his sleeves to change the water for the grass tank and koi tank to do hygiene.

In his spare time, he also made two pots of tea and poured and colored the small stone Buddha tea pet.

As soon as it was done, the window was bright and clean, Yang Ping lay on the recliner in the study, taking stock of the harvest of this trip to Europe.

First took out the bag of diamonds from the Nazi treasure, Yang Ping opened the bag and took out a handful, as if he was looking at the condition of a bag of rice.

"This blood diamond doesn't seem to be circulating?" Yang Ping poured the diamonds back into the bag, and the quiet company alone couldn't use up so many diamonds, and they could only be seen but not used, and there were so many fake pounds, so just use the house divided by Hailan's unit as wallpaper, a room of copper smells, and Hailan will have to kill him when the time comes.

Diamonds can't be circulated, pounds are fake, antiques have a list of wants, and they can't be in the world, what about calligraphy and paintings? Take a look first.

Yang Ping took out the box containing the paintings, opened them one by one and appreciated them, oil paintings, prints, and pencil drawings are all foreign, basically incomprehensible, just a few volumes of stick figures with Picasso's signature in the lower right corner Yang Ping can barely recognize, it seems that the level of this goods can also look at the gold bricks and platinum ingots.

These paintings can't be appraised by others, so I can only make more efforts to study and study European art history in the future, so as to increase my self-cultivation.

After packing up his things, Yang Ping took out the thangka he had won from Ma Gang, wrapped it, and drove back to the secret house.

He called Zhuoma, holding the thangka to the watchtower picked by Yangjin, in a room ready to be used as a Buddhist hall, Yang Ping unfolded the thangka and hung it on the wall, it was really big, and the spacing between the towers was high, otherwise this three-meter-tall thangka could not be opened.

When Zhuoma saw this gorgeous and majestic "Sakyamuni Bunsheng Picture", he directly kowtowed three times.

"Mr. Yang, Naoribu would be very happy to see this thangka," Dolma folded his hands and smiled holy, "May the Buddha bless you." ”

Yang Ping nodded, took out the phone and dialed Abu: "Hey? Abu, come and see the presents. (To be continued......) R1292