As soon as the abbot walked past them, they consciously retreated to the sides of the corridor, bowing their heads and bowing their backs, both respectful and reverent. It can be seen from this that the abbot of Yiqing is very majestic in the eyes of the monks.

"Please." Abbot Yiqing motioned for Ouyang Ping to sit down on the chair, he didn't say much, but he looked very respectful.

After Ouyang Ping sat down, Abbot Yiqing sat on the bed, and Monk Zhiren stood next to him respectfully.

The abbot of Yiqing is a man of few words. From Ouyang Ping walking into the abbot's monastery to the present, Abbot Yiqing only said three words, "Please." This is the third sentence spoken by the abbot of Yiqing. The first sentence was what Abbot Yiqing said when he saw Ouyang Ping: "Please, serve tea." "Please" said to Ouyang Ping; "Serve tea" is said to the acolyte. There are a total of two acolytes in Yiqing, and in Ouyang Ping's opinion, the ages of these two acolytes are eighteen or nineteen years old. At a glance, the two acolytes left a very deep impression on Ouyang Ping: first, the height of the two acolytes was more than 1.75 meters; Second, the faces of the two acolytes were very white, and men of eighteen or nineteen usually had pimples on their faces, probably because the monastery ate a vegetarian diet - because of the relatively low hormones, the faces of the two acolytes were as white as the faces of an eighteen-year-old girl. The sleek heads could not hide their handsome features, and the gray monk's robes could not hide the well-proportioned figures. The second sentence spoken by the abbot was "Please." After listening to the statement of Supervisor Zhiren, Abbot Yiqing promised Ouyang Ping to go to the East Zen Monastery to have a look, and when leaving the meditation room, Abbot Yiqing said to Ouyang Ping: "Please." ”

Abbot Yiqing glanced up at Zhiren.

Zhiren bent over and looked down at the ground, he was listening to the abbot's orders.

"Jiren, please go quiet." Yiqing whispered softly.

"I'll go." After Jiren finished speaking, he walked out of the meditation room hunched over.

Yiqing handed the Zen staff in his hand to the acolyte standing aside, then closed his eyes slightly, took a string of Buddhist beads from his right wrist, hung them on the tiger's mouth, counted them one by one with his thumb, and recited words in his mouth, as if it was a Zen saying such as "Amitabha".

Yiqing abbot's face was glowing, when people were making a fortune - or about to make a fortune, it was like this, he couldn't see a wrinkle on his face, not even the forehead lines and crow's feet, at a glance, he knew that it was very well maintained, on this face, Ouyang Ping could not find a trace of time, the temple was really a good place for self-cultivation, people's lives were in the pursuit of immortality, the highest state of longevity, seeing the abbot of Yiqing, Ouyang Ping really believed that it was possible for people to live forever.

Since Ouyang Ping was sitting next to Abbot Yiqing, he was fortunate to have a close look at Abbot Yiqing's dignity.

The abbot's face was covered with six pieces of fat, six pieces of slightly redundant flesh to be exact, two large and abrupt bags under the eyes, and two pieces of flesh under the cheekbones and on the cheeks like reliefs, which made the whole face vivid and much more contoured. Don't think that this is due to the aging of the abbot and the relaxation of the muscles on his face, these six pieces of meat are not falling down, but bulging outward.

The abbot of Yiqing is the most exemplary monk Ouyang Ping has seen, it is no wonder, after all, he is a leader in the religious circles, and a member of the provincial CPPCC.