In fact, everyone has more or less unhappiness in their hearts.

Xia Jian didn't expect that Ouyang Hong, who was the deputy mayor of Pingdu, was also full of heart. The meal took a long time, and the three of them were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, spitting out the unhappiness in their hearts to each other.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Ouyang Hong's secretary called, and she rushed back to the city government with some reluctance. Only He Jing and Xia Jian were left in the room.

"Mr. Xia! Isn't it time for you to think about your life's work? I'm afraid it won't work like this! He Jing suddenly changed the topic and asked Xia Jian such a question.

Xia Jian smiled and said: "You know, I like freedom, and besides, I always feel that fate has not arrived!" Xia Jian made an excuse and pushed the problem to fate.

He Jing let out a sigh and said, "You also believe in fate? ”

"This kind of thing is something that is believed, and there is nothing that is not believed. Before I could, I didn't believe in anything, but now it's different, maybe it's because I've experienced more things, and my thinking has changed slightly! Oh! Today's weather is good, I'll take you somewhere! Xia Jian stood up as he spoke.

He Jing shook her head a little helplessly, she knew that Xia Jian was avoiding talking about personal emotional issues.

On a country road on the outskirts of the city, a motorcycle is running fast. It was Xia Jian and He Jing who sat on the car, although the sun was shining, but the temperature in this season was not very high. He Jing, who was sitting in the back of the car, pressed her head tightly on Xia Jian's back, and her hands wrapped around Xia Jian's waist.

The village road is a little uneven, which makes the motorcycle invisibly slow down. He Jing, who was sitting in the back of the car, asked loudly, "Where are you taking me?" “

"Lingguang Temple! Have you heard of it, the last time I went back to the village, my mother told me that this place is special, and people with diseases and disasters come here to resolve" Xia Jian said loudly.

He Jing, who was sitting in the back of the car, let out a sigh, she didn't speak again, because her illness had been a little bad recently, and Xia Jian did this, obviously to make her feel relieved. But she knew that how many people could come here to get rid of their serious illnesses?

Soon, a beautiful scenery appeared in front of me. I saw a strange mountain peak, with layers of mountains and mountains, lush and green with pines and cypresses, and several temples loomed in these pines and cypresses.

Xia Jian parked the motorcycle at his feet, and took He Jing to climb a man-made step path. These steps are smooth and bright by pilgrims who come here, giving a sense of the long history of Lingguang Temple.

In the process of their uphill, people walked down from time to time, and it seemed that the incense here was still quite vigorous. Xia Jian and He Jing were not in good health, so he walked very slowly, and he turned around from time to time to pull He Jing.

In fact, this road is nothing to He Jing, but she doesn't want to go fast, so she wants to spend more time with Xia Jian. No matter how slow she goes, there is an end to this road after all.

When he arrived at the top of the mountain, He Jing couldn't help but admire: "It's so beautiful here!" How did I not know that there would be such a good place on the outskirts of the city? “

"The girl is right not to know, although Lingguang Temple has a long history, it was damaged in the early years, and it was only in the past two years that it was restored, so many people don't know," an old monk said with a slight smile with his hands folded.

He Jing was slightly startled by the sudden appearance of an old monk behind her, but she immediately calmed down, and she said with a smile: "Can the master take us to visit this temple?"

"Amitabha, donor, please come to me" The old monk smiled faintly, then turned around and walked forward.

Xia Jian saw that this person was probably over sixty years old, but he walked lightly and quickly, just like a kung fu monk in a movie. He couldn't help but take two steps to catch up.

As soon as the old monk saw Xia Jian rushing up, he smiled slightly and said: "The little donor is very skilled, a young person like you, there are not many people who can have such skills."

"The master is modest, my skills are not worth mentioning at all, the master's skills should be described as good skills," Xia Jian said very modestly.

The old monk stopped, looked at Xia Jian carefully from head to toe and said: "The donor is really young and promising, it can be said that he is kind-hearted, and he will definitely benefit the local people in the future."

Xia Jian was about to speak, when suddenly a young monk ran over, clasped his hands together and said, "Abbot!" A pilgrim said he wanted to see you, but I wonder if you are free now? “

"Amitabha! You tell this person, just say that the monk said that he doesn't have to come to Lingguang Temple again, because the Buddha has a fate, and he has nothing to do with my Buddha at all" The old monk said, reciting a few more Buddhist scriptures. Only then did Xia Jian know that he was actually the presiding abbot here, Master Wuxin.

He Jing stepped over, smiled slightly, and said, "Since it is the abbot master, then please take the trouble and see if my illness can be cured?" “

When Master Wuxin heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at He Jing carefully, pointed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and said, "Donor, please come to the hall to speak" Xia Jianma agreed, and took He Jing to the pillar incense.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, although several statues are old, and some even have oil knees on them, they still do not lose their majesty, and they are naturally awe-inspiring to look at them, this may be the power of God!

When Xia Jian and He Jing were incense, the abbot of Wuxin stood on the side and recited a few Buddhist scriptures for them. Then he smiled and said, "There are more than ten temples in our Lingguang Temple, which are distributed on three hills. It can be said that the strange and dangerous beauty can be occupied, and it is not very easy for the donor to come once, you go sightseeing first, and then find me in my meditation room when you are done."

The heartless abbot said, pointing towards a moon-shaped round door on the west side of the main hall. Then he turned and left, moving so neatly that he could not be seen from behind him that he was an old man.

Out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Xia Jian took He Jing to run through the remaining ten or so temples, watched a few rare beautiful scenes, and then walked towards the Zen room of the abbot of Wuxin.

The abbot sat on a wooden chair in the meditation room, his hands clasped together, and his mouth was full of words. As soon as he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes: "Here you are!" Please come inside the house."

Xia Jian and He Jing walked in lightly. The heartless abbot smiled faintly at He Jing and said, "The donor puts his hand on the edge of the table, and I will give you the number and pulse."

He Jing glanced at Xia Jian and did as he was told. The heartless abbot put two fingers on He Jing's wrist, and then closed his eyes, and it took a long time for him to open his eyes.

"I'll prescribe a Chinese medicine for you, go back and eat it slowly, your illness will be fine," said the abbot Wuxin, and picked up the paper and pen on the table.

When Xia Jian heard this, he suddenly became suspicious in his heart, He Jing's illness even modern high-tech has no way, how can a pair of Chinese medicine be eaten well, is this old monk not understanding medicine at all, sitting here and deceiving people?

Prescribe a good prescription, and the heartless abbot said to He Jing: "You take the prescription and take a look at the scenery outside, I will talk to this male benefactor about something important, I think he should be a big boss, see if he can contribute to our Lingguang Temple"

When He Jing heard this, he took it and left. Xia Jian thought to himself, it turned out that the old monk's mind was here, could it be that the old monk said that he was the boss just because he was dressed a little brightly.

"The donor may have misunderstood a little just now, Lingguang Temple has always been a voluntary donation from the donor, and never asks for others, just now I said this to want to break up your friend" Master Wuxin said to Xia Jian with a smile. It seems that he has seen through Xia Jian's thoughts.

A little embarrassed, Xia Jian hurriedly asked Master Wuxin, "Can my friend's illness really be cured?" If that's the case, we really want to do something for Lingguang Temple."

"Huh! It's too simple for the donor to think about the problem. People's fate is destined, there are disasters and difficulties, my Buddha can help overcome the calamity, but no one can change who lives in. Presumably your friend's illness is clear in your heart, and it is not good to cure it, I just say this to make her feel relieved" The abbot of Wuxin said, and Heshi recited "Amitabha"

When Xia Jian heard this, he realized that this heartless abbot was really not simple, and he called out He Jing's illness on the first pulse, just like he said, He Jing's illness was really not well treated. The doctor had already concluded about her illness, but everyone didn't talk about it.

"Abbot! I am also a person with many disasters and difficulties, can you take this opportunity to explain my doubts one or two" Xia Jian suddenly changed the topic, he didn't want to talk about He Jing's matter anymore, because when he remembered that He Jing's illness was not good, he was still a little sad in his heart.

When the unintentional abbot heard Xia Jian say this, he couldn't help but stare at Xia Jian for a long time, and then smiled slightly and said: "The donor has many disasters and difficulties, but the lucky stars shine brightly, and he can be in danger." And the donor is destined to commit peach blossoms, and he revolves around women all his life, so many things are successful and defeated."

When Xia Jian heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "The abbot is really a god, and he can even count these." Whether it's in the future or not, but that's exactly what I'm doing right now."

This kind of thing can only be used as a reference. People always have to struggle, and sometimes people's fate will change with your strength, so nothing in the world is immutable" After the abbot finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Xia Jian let out a long breath and said: "Abbot, I see that the statue of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is old, and I originally intended to take 100,000 yuan out and sculpt the Buddha statue of the Daxiong Treasure Hall again."

"Amitabha, the donor is really my Buddha's fate, and the Buddha will bless you with a safe life" The heartless abbot nodded at Xia Jian.

This afternoon, Xia Jian and Abbot Wuxin talked about a lot of things, he never expected that Abbot Wuxin was nearly eighty years old, but because of his careful hard practice and kung fu, he couldn't tell his actual age.

What made Xia Jian happiest was that there were some things that he couldn't figure out, and after Master Wuxin solved his doubts, he suddenly realized that some things were not that others couldn't get along with him, but that he added distress to himself.

Because of the good talk, Xia Jian forgot that He Jing was still waiting for him outside. It wasn't until the sky was dark that he thought about He Jing, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Master Wuxin and ran out quickly.

He Jing in the night breeze stood under a cypress tree, looking fixedly at the mountains in the distance. Hearing Xia Jian call her, she turned around with no trace of resentment in her eyes.