Looking at dozens of heartless, lungless, and crazy mental patients, Xiang Donglin had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

Seeing that the money in the account was getting less and less, and the workers' wages, water and electricity bills, and living expenses could not be paid, Xiang Donglin and Zhao Guangwu discussed for a day and a night, and finally decided to expand the scope of fundraising.

Xiang Donglin was in charge of the provincial capital, and Zhao Guangwu went to Xilin City.

But as you can imagine, neither of them has gained much, and most of them treat them as liars and are directly invited out of the office.

Finally, in a small noodle restaurant, Zhao Guangwu inquired with the boss, and the boss kindly instructed him to go to Wangfeng Temple, because Wangfeng Temple donated 50 million charity funds that time, which has been a year or two, and maybe he has saved a lot of money.

Zhao Guangwu decided to give it a try, anyway, he had planned to go to Wangfeng Temple to burn incense.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, Zhao Guangwu was in a strange and complicated mood, everyone was a temple to the people, and he actually wanted to fight the autumn breeze of the temple.

Lao Tzu may be regarded as the first person in the world.

But this is related to the lives of dozens of people, no, it is a matter of survival, and Zhao Guangwu has no intention of asking for this old face.

Now that his wife and home are gone, what else can't he lose?

It just so happens that he is a bald head, and he can be regarded as a family with monks, and I hope that those bald heads who live in the monastery still have a little bit of Buddha's compassion.

When he came to Wangfeng Temple, he asked for a long time to find the "Zhike Monk", Zhao Guangwu did not directly explain the intention, but euphemistically said to meet Master Jinglin.

"You're in the wrong place. ”

Zhao Guangwu twitched the corners of his mouth, he hadn't said anything about looking for Master Jinglin, he was going to be swept away?

Brother, are you still a part-time sweeper?

"I really have something to do with Master Jinglin, something very important. ”

"No matter how important it is, it's useless," the monk said expressionlessly, "Master Jinglin is no longer in this temple. ”

Gone?

Zhao Guangwu was stunned and thought for a while, could it be that after three years in the black factory, his information had expired?

"The current host will do the same. Zhao Guangwu hurriedly said.

"Master Jingzhi is in retreat, there may be no way. ”

Zhao Guangwu came full of hope, but he hit a soft nail.

But no matter what he said, the monk just said that he was presiding over the retreat and did not see anyone.

In the end, he sighed in his heart, it seems that this autumn wind can't be beaten.

This time I came to Xilin City, not only did I not ask for a penny to donate, but also spent a lot, how to explain to Xiang Donglin when I went back?

He sat on the long stone bar outside the gate of Wangfeng Temple, puffing out thick smoke one by one.

Seeing an endless stream of pilgrims who came to Wangfeng Temple to burn incense, all of them were full of energy and smiling, he had the heart to write a sign, kneeling here and praying for them to give a little.

The monks of this monastery are not short of food, can you donate the money to me?

"Donor. ”

At this time, a voice sounded behind him, Zhao Guangwu looked back and found that it was a thin old monk with kind eyebrows, carrying a very fashionable Nike backpack on one shoulder, wearing Nike shoes, and holding a fruit mobile phone in his hand.

This monk is quite trendy.

It seems that it should not be a monk from this temple, and it is estimated that he is here to "visit relatives".

Without waiting for him to speak, the old monk asked with a smile: "I see that the donor is worried, has he encountered something unpleasant?"

"Thank you Master for your concern, it's a little troublesome. ”

When the old monk heard this, he also sat down on the cold stone and said, "Is the donor willing to tell the old monk to listen, maybe the old monk can solve a problem for the donor." ”

Zhao Guangwu said in his heart What can you solve me, I want money, a lot of money, can you give it to me?

However, at this time, Zhao Guangwu also wanted to find someone to talk about the boredom in his heart, so he briefly talked about the madhouse.

"I know that we are a little bit overwhelmed by this," Zhao Guangwu finally said, "but things have come to this point, and now that no one wants to take these patients, I don't know what to do." ”

"Amitabha, the benefactor is compassionate. After hearing this, the old monk said indifferently, "If the donor is willing, I have a way to solve the donor's troubles." ”

How to fix it?

Let me be in the empty door like you?

Zhao Guangwu said in his heart I don't care, anyway, there is nothing now, but how can he be worthy of Xiang Donglin if he does this?

At the very least, those dozens of mentally ill patients must be settled before he can make other plans.

"You come with me. ”

The old monk got up and walked down the mountain as he spoke, Zhao Guangwu sat there and thought for a while, and finally put his bag on his back and quickly followed.

Anyway, there is no other way now, so it is better to follow the old monk to have a look.

What if he really has a way?

Following the winding road, they came to a large courtyard, and the old monk strode in.

Chen Shangwu also followed into the courtyard, and suddenly a cool feeling came to his face, and the sweat on his body and the irritability in his heart seemed to be swept away in an instant.

He looked up at the flaming sun in the sky and thought the courtyard was a little strange.

"Hey, the old monk is back. ”

Sitting in the grass house, Wu Jun, who was holding a meeting for everyone, was a little surprised.

The old monk didn't come back during the Chinese New Year, did he run back to escape the heat on this hot day?

And I also accepted apprentices!

"Little master, it's been a long time. ”

"Long time no see. ”

After Wu Jun sat down the old monk, he was about to arrange for his apprentice to do it, but a golden card appeared in his sea of consciousness.

Zhao bald?

Wu Jun looked at Zhao Guangwu, who was thinner than the last time they met, and felt that this world was a little too small.

"Is that you?"

Zhao Guangtou also recognized Wu Jun at this time, but his mind hadn't turned around for a while.

Isn't this brother from the special forces, or from the dragon group, how could he be here?

"Hehe, what a coincidence, please take a seat. Wu Jun smiled and said, "Why, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have decided to learn from Master Jinglin?"

Zhao Guangwu was taken aback again, and turned his head to look at the old monk just now, he was Master Jinglin?

Didn't you say that he was no longer in Wangfeng Temple, why did you meet him again?

There are too many coincidences today, and he can't accept it for a while.

The old monk smiled and said, "Little master, you already know the matter. ”

Wu Jun: ...... I don't know yet!

However, since the old monk said so, there must be something, so he updated Zhao Guangwu's image and quickly looked at his situation in the past two months.

"Brother Zhao," Wu Jun took a sip of the teacup and said earnestly, "You should learn from Master Jinglin, this is more suitable for your current situation." ”

Zhao Guangwu: ......

"Brother...... No, little master, you're kidding," Zhao Guangwu said with a little bitterness, "I would like to follow Master Jinglin, but you probably know a little bit about the situation of those mentally ill people last time, and I can't let them go now, which is not in line with my principles." ”

Also.

This Zhao Guangwu Wujun still has a good impression, although he is a little reckless, and his brain doesn't seem to be smart enough, but at least he still has a sense of social responsibility.

"Little master," said the old monk Jinglin, "I brought him to you just to see if there is any way to solve this matter." ”

Wu Jun thought about it, it is easy to say that if you want to solve this matter, the old monk still has a lot of money invested in him, and he can transfer hundreds of thousands of dollars casually, which is enough for those people to eat and drink for half a year.

But this treats the symptoms but not the root cause, what will happen after half a year, continue to give money?

It's not that it can't, but Wu Jun thinks that if there is a better way, such as curing all these people's diseases?

Wu Jun thinks this is a good idea, once and for all, it can also bring surprises to the families of these mentally ill people.

It's just that this money needs someone to pay, so he looked at the old monk: "Master, 54 people, 970,000 2, you have to pay for this treatment." ”

"Amitabha," the old monk said with a smile, "as long as the little master is willing to make a move, the old monk will be able to make this money." ”

Wu Jun nodded, not explaining too much, he believed that the old monk would understand why he had to ask him for money.

So he turned his head to Zhao Guangwu and said, "You came this time by coincidence, and I will go out one day later." In this case, you should go back now and take all those mentally ill people. ”

"Pick up ...... Where?"

"Here. ”

"What's next?"

"Heal. Wu Jun said, "I will cure these people, and then give you their home addresses, and then you will be responsible for sending them back, and this matter will be completely over." ”

Zhao Guangwu didn't understand what was going on.

Cure?

Those people are all mentally ill, and if they are cured, they can be cured?

If it were so easy, there wouldn't be so many mental hospitals in Huaxia!

And what does the little master mean by 970,002?

No, who is the most critical brother, and who will heal?

It was a mess, and Zhao Guangwu felt that he was going crazy.

So he calmed himself down, considered his words for a while, and then asked carefully, "Little Master, what are you ...... What are you doing?"

"Me?" Wu Jun thought for a moment, "Actually, I'm a fortune teller. ”

Zhao Guangwu: ...... Why did he start fortune-telling again, he is getting more and more confused now.

"Master Zhao," the old monk said at this time, "since the little master asked you to do this, you just hurry up and do it, there will be no mistake." ”

As he spoke, the old monk took out his mobile phone, added Zhao Guangwu's WeChat, and quickly transferred 5,000 yuan to him: "This will be used as a travel fee." ”

Zhao Guangwu accepted the money a little embarrassed, and sighed in his heart for a while, until he got on the bus back, he still felt like he was in a dream.

Thinking of him and Xiang Donglin, they raised money everywhere like a flower child, but found nothing.

As a result, I thought that I was exhausted, but I suddenly met an old monk, and then I was in the dark.

The change came so fast, like a tornado.

If it weren't for the fact that the money was real, he would have suspected that it was a dream.

Looking at the rapidly changing scenery outside the car window, Zhao Guangwu sighed in his heart.

Lao Tzu really hit the monk's autumn wind this time!