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It was already dark, the temple gate had been closed, and the monks had finished their evening class and were about to have dinner, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of the temple.

A little novice, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, ran quickly to the door, opened a crack, and saw a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes, followed by a man and a woman.

Judging from the momentum, the person who came seems to have a good status.

"Donor, what's the matter?" The little novice asked.

"Hello little master." Zhang Qian clasped his hands together and smiled: "I want to meet your abbot." ”

"Please come tomorrow." Little Novice said.

"I have something important." Zhang Qian said.

"But the gate is closed..."

"That's right," Mr. Zhang said, "I'm a Buddhist, I've been doing business outside for years, and now I'm back here and want to invest a sum of money to renovate it." ”

Xiao Shami was stunned when he heard this: "Please wait a while, the poor monk will report it." ”

After saying that, he ran away with his bright bald head.

Sure enough, a secular monk will inevitably be attracted by things like money.

After a short while, the little novice came up and said, "Donor, please come with me." ”

Zhang Qian nodded, and led the two team members who followed behind him to walk in with their heads held high.

On the road, there were a few warrior monks holding iron rods who looked at these people with cold eyebrows, not that they were hostile to Zhang Qian and others, but that Buddhism paid attention to the solemnity of the monks and monks.

Although Buddhism is good, it is not a fool, and the warrior monk must be fierce and evil, otherwise he will not be able to deter Xiaoxiao.

These warrior monks stared at the two team members behind Zhang Qian, their eyes shining.

They all have some Taoism, and it can be seen that the young man who walked in front is an ordinary person, and the two people who follow him will have some skills.

This time, Zhang Qian played the role of a rich man who returned from overseas, and the two team members played his bodyguards - so there is no problem, the rich man does not bring bodyguards with him when he goes out?

This is the truth of the phrase 'learn the art of literature and martial arts and the emperor's family', as long as you can afford the right bargaining chips, anyone can pull over and sell your life, and monks have seen a lot of this kind of thing.

The three of them followed behind Xiao Shami, Zhang Qian looked at everything around him with interest, and the two team members followed behind him expressionlessly, looking around on guard.

Soon, several people crossed the Daxiong Treasure Hall and came to the meditation room in the backyard, and Xiao Shami walked to the outside of a meditation room that looked big from the outside, and folded his hands: "Amitabha, Uncle Abbot, the guest has been brought." ”

"Bitter fate, please come in." An old voice rang out.

"Yes, Uncle Abbot." Xiao Shami clasped his hands together, and then said to Zhang Qian and the others, "Donor, please come in." ”

Zhang Qian folded his hands and returned the salute, walked to the door with two team members and knocked gently.

"Please come in."

Zhang Qian walked in and saw an old monk in a robe, with a white beard and eyebrows, sitting on a futon, his eyes closed, the rosary in his left hand kept turning, and his mouth was chanting.

"Master." Zhang Qian clasped his hands together and asked.

He felt that this old monk was a bit like the Zen master of Shakti in the organization.

"Donor, please be seated." The old monk opened his eyes and looked at them, stretching out his hand.

Zhang Qian sat down, and the old monk asked straight to the point: "I heard that the donor is spending money for the temple, but I don't know why the donor wants to do this?" ”

"That's right, Master." Zhang Qian had already thought of his words, "I have been influenced by my father since I was a child and love Buddhism. Eleven years ago, my father's business failed, and the family was in the middle of the road, and we lived a life of starvation every day, and we had to hide in Tibet every day to escape the recovery of our creditors. Then, just ten years ago today, when my father was at his most desperate, he brought me here to ask for a wish, and at that time there was a high monk in the monastery who talked to my father a lot, so my father came out of despair, started anew, and started business again. ”

"Now, our family's business is getting better and better, and we have settled overseas, but my father is always grateful, hoping to come back and thank the monk in person, but..."Zhang Qian said with a wry smile, "My father has been working hard for many years and can't take the plane back, so I came back, but I'm ashamed, I was too young to forget the voice of the monk, so I decided to simply spend a sum of money to repair the temple to show my gratitude." ”

"As for why I visited at night... It's because there was a little bit of a situation on the road, and it took some time, but I always thought that today was a special day, so I had to come today, so I came at night, and I asked for the abrupt places. ”

"It doesn't matter." The old monk smiled slightly, "The old monk already knows the donor's intentions, so the old monk will thank the donor for his kindness!" ”

"You're welcome." Zhang Qian said, "It's just that I have a reluctant request. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"As I said before, I have loved Buddhism since I was a child, and I want to become a monk and take refuge in Buddhism, but my mother will never allow it. So I hope that the master will allow me to stay in the temple for a few days and experience the life of the temple. ”

The old monk smiled: "The donor can have the heart of the Buddha, very good, very good!" If the donor does not dislike the dull life in the temple, then follow the donor's wishes. ”

"Thank you." Zhang Qian also smiled, and said in his heart that it would be quite easy to break into your interior.

"Bitter fate."

Xiao Shami pushed the door in: "Uncle Abbot." ”

"Clean the West Wing and bring these guests in."

"Yes." The little novice made a Buddhist salute: "A few donors, please come with me." ”

followed the little monk to the west wing, settled the luggage, and then followed them to the big room for a meal, and Zhang Qian and the others went back to their own room.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Qian called the two team members to his room: "Xiao Ming, Xiao Hong, are they ready?" ”

The two team members nodded, and then 'Xiao Ming' said with a bitter face: "First ...... Ahem, boss, can you change your name, do I have to be called Xiao Ming? ”

"Xiaohong's name is so awkward." 'Xiaohong' also said with a bitter face.

Zhang Qian's eyes widened: "What do you know!" Do you know how powerful these two names are? These are the two names that the people of the whole country fear and admire the most! Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you such a name! ”

It's all because you don't know how to name it! The two team members said in their hearts at the same time.

Zhang Qian tried his best to lower his voice: "Stop talking nonsense, go and get the things that need to be done!" ”

"Yes, boss!"

Xiao Ming and Xiaohong returned to their respective rooms, took out the detection weapon they had with them, and placed them in the center of the room.

Zhang Qian lit a cigarette and sneered, I hope you didn't do it, otherwise none of you will survive!

PS: Recommend a boy to the fairy emperor, friends who like it can go and see,