Leaving Yishan Water Factory, Wen Liang went to the Pufang Temple of Tiankou Mountain, non-festival holidays, there are not many tourists on the mountain, the monk sits in the mountain gate, boring guarding the merit box, holding a book in his hand to read intently. Wen Liang glanced at the cover, fortunately, it is a Buddhist canon of the Eight Classics, not a messy novel such as martial arts romance, and the so-called Buddhist disciples who are inseparable from their mobile phones in later generations, the realm is much higher.

"This Master ......"

The monk raised his head impatiently, looked at the gentle dress and bearing, and the tall and mighty Chang Cheng who followed behind him, his face suddenly became enthusiastic, and he hurriedly stood up and said, "Is the donor here to offer incense, or to ask for a signature?" ”

Wen Liang said: "I want to ask to see the abbot of your temple, I wonder if I can introduce me?" ”

"This, I'm sorry, the abbot generally doesn't see outsiders......"

Wen Liang smiled and didn't speak, Chang Cheng is now one of the people who know him best, even if he is not a roundworm in his stomach, and immediately counted ten old man tickets from his wallet and put them in the merit box. Pufang Temple has lost its glory over the years, although there are not a few believers, but it is the first time that a single donation of more than 1,000 yuan has been made. The eyes of the monk lit up, and Wen Cheng didn't wait for him to speak, and said earnestly: "I came here from Qingzhou, and I asked the master to be accommodating." ”

The monk hesitated, and he really couldn't refuse in the face of such a high roller, and said, "Okay, I'll go and report to the abbot, but I can't see you, I don't dare to pack the ticket." ”

"Thank you, Master, whether you succeed or not, you are full of hospitality!"

Waiting for the guest monk to go to the courtyard of the rear, Wen Liang turned around, stood on the steps and stood with his hands in his hands, the soft sunlight sprinkled on his side face through the old locust tree in the courtyard, accompanied by the melodious bell of the temple, I don't know if it was an illusion, looking at Chang Cheng's eyes, but suddenly felt that the boss was a little more dusty.

How to say it. It was a strange feeling, as if he was really standing there, and it seemed that he didn't exist, as if he didn't belong to this world at all!

Chang Cheng shook his head, blinked vigorously, and looked over again, the figure of Wen Liang was clear and bright, and the real could not be more real.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, just as he was dazzled. Forgot about it in an instant, turned his head to look around, gray tiles and green bricks, square courtyards, simple and plain, muttered: "What a broken place, a group of bald heads know how to eat fasting and chant Buddha, and they are suffocated to death." ”

Wen Liang turned his head, and there was blame in his eyes. Chang Cheng immediately closed his mouth and stood aside obediently, looking at his nose and nose, and staying still honestly.

Another moment passed. The monk walked quickly, clasped his hands together, looked at the gentle eyes with a different color, and said, "Please follow me." ”

Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Pufang Temple, is not as famous in the Buddhist world as the contemporary monk Zhifa Master. But the status within the Tiantai Sect is not bad at all, and over the years, except for the opening of Buddhist scriptures, it is generally rare to see outsiders. But I only heard him say that he was a visitor from Qingzhou. And when he was young and weak, he ordered to bring people in, which was really unusual.

Stepping through several moon wheel stone gates, the monk led Wen Liang to an ordinary meditation room, and said, "Please come in, the abbot is waiting in the room." ”

"Thank you!"

Wen Liang took a deep breath, straightened his clothes casually, and slowly walked up the stairs. Chang Cheng was about to follow, but the monk stopped him and said, "The abbot only saw him alone, so this benefactor might as well go to the front yard to rest for a while." ”

Chang Cheng was stunned, Wen Liang had already pushed the door in, and he could only say angrily: "I'll stay here, you hurry up and go." ”

The monk didn't leave, and he started with Chang Cheng with great interest, you are from Qingzhou? Come by car, the morning bus is still on the way...... Do you do business, or do you work? I guess it's a business, and it must be a big business, right?

Chang Cheng was asked about the fire, but Wen Liang seemed to have a lot of respect for the abbot here, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and he didn't have a match with the monk who knew the guest: which is business, we are all moving bricks on the construction site, and the clean clothes that we changed when we went out today are usually hidden on the kang and are reluctant to wear. I still drove, the bus couldn't sit down, two legs came from Qingzhou, the soles of the feet were blistered, and I didn't know how it hurt when I went back.

The monk obviously didn't believe it, so poor could he donate a thousand yuan as soon as he made a move? Chang Chengdeng said with tears in his eyes, who let us believe in Buddhism, make money and are not willing to spend it themselves, but are willing to give flowers to the Buddha, I have worked hard to move bricks for a year, and I have earned such a little money.

The monk is anxious, what is it called to us, that is to accumulate virtue and do good, don't you see the words written on the box, merit, whether it is one yuan or a thousand yuan, is a good deed of accumulating virtue and doing good.

Is it true, master, you are doing well, I am short of money to spend now, why don't you divide half of the money in the merit box with me, and you should do good deeds to me?

The monk originally wanted to set up a set of words, to see what the origin of Wen Liang was, so that the abbot could take the time to meet him. But I didn't expect to meet a rammer, and in a few words, I ran the topic to how to divide the money in the merit box to be considered real merit. The two of them were talking nonsense, the door creaked open, and Wen Liang walked out with a solemn face.

Chang Cheng immediately shut up, took three steps back, and did not squint, like the old locust tree in the courtyard who was silent. The monk was still unsatisfied, and it seemed that he had tarnished the glory of the Buddha by not convincing Chang Chenghui, and was about to continue to pull him to debate, but Wen Cheng walked outside as if he didn't see the two of them.

Chang Cheng glared at the Zhike monk, and hurriedly left, the Zhike monk scratched his head, looked at Wen Liang's back suspiciously, and then looked at the closed meditation room, and chased after him.

When he arrived at the gate of the mountain, he was blown by the cold wind, and Wen Liang seemed to wake up from his trance, and said to Chang Cheng: "How much money do you still have on your body, donate it." ”

Chang Cheng didn't ask why, took out his wallet and put the remaining more than 5,000 yuan into the merit box, and the monk was overjoyed, and kept bowing down to chant the Buddha's name, and the Buddhist family also needed money and rice to live, in fact, it was understandable.

Going down the mountain, on the way back to Qingzhou, Chang Cheng secretly went to look at Wen Forgiveness, and secretly wondered what this trip to Pufang Temple was for, with the shrewdness of the boss, he should not be fooled by the old monk, and donated all the money in a daze, right?

Wen Liang suddenly smiled and said, "Do you think I was deceived by the old monk?" ”

Chang Cheng said with a weak heart: "How is it possible, impossible thing!" ”

"I had a nightmare last night, I dreamed that I was walking alone on an endless single-plank bridge, with a sea of red flames on the left, a monstrous wave on the right, and countless bloody faces flying around, these faces, all of them are people I recognize!"

The cost is a guy who has no taboos, not to mention a dream, even if there is really some miracle in front of him, I am afraid that he will also be poured with urine. But in the car on a daytime day, when he heard Wen Yu's understatement of last night's dream, he unconsciously shivered.

I wanted to listen to Wen Liang again, but I saw him close his eyes and lean on the back of the chair, Chang Cheng knew that the conversation was over, and he didn't have the heart to get to the bottom of it, so he held the steering wheel and tried his best to make the car run smoothly and comfortably. (To be continued......)