"It's raining!"

The weather was fine when I came, but suddenly the clouds spread, followed by a drizzle, and the sky and the earth were hazy.

Wu Hai hurriedly stretched out the oil-paper umbrella he had prepared with him to separate the rain from Fangzheng.

As for himself, he was drenched in the rain.

He didn't mind this, and said with a smile:

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil, if there can be a few more rains, farmers can have a good harvest this year, and they can have a good year."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng put his hands behind his back, nodded, and walked up the stone steps.

The surface of the stone steps is carved out of shallow ravines by craftsmen to prevent slipping, and the trees on both sides are squeezing, and he can't tell which world he is in in a trance.

Forest

Even thousands of years from now, I am afraid that it will be the same dynasty.

For example, Tianpan Mountain and Fengtou Mountain have not changed much from hundreds of years ago.

The ancients and newcomers will all step on this same mountain road, or enjoy the scenery, or worship the Buddha.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the majestic green hills, and perhaps the trees on both sides will also serve as a witness to examine the passers-by over the past hundred years.

"Heh......"

With a light sigh, Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed lightly.

I've been really sentimental lately.

As Wu Hai said, the mountain road to Ci'en Temple is not easy to walk, the road is rugged, I don't know how many turns to see the pagoda in the distance.

The Temple of Mercy and Grace stands deep in the mountains, but it covers a large area.

There are three halls, six entrances, and more than ten guest rooms for visitors who are inconvenient to go down the mountain to rest.

The side hall enshrines the Medicine Buddha, the fragrance of the medicine is strong, there are monks to see people, catch medicine, and the pharmacy of the county town is almost the same.

"The Temple of Mercy and Grace also treats people." Wu Hai said in a low voice:

"It's very affordable."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at a monk who knew the guest.

Master Wu Yuan is the presiding officer of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, and he is highly respected, and usually stays in the backyard to study Buddhism, and he does not want to see it.

But there is money to open the way, and everything is easy to say.

Guest Hall.

In addition to Fangzheng today, there are also people who come to visit.

Still acquaintances!

Yu Yanghong, Sun Die and his wife.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet Brother Fang here." Yu Yanghong took his wife Sun Die's hand and stood up, and said with a smile:

"My lady and I came to ask for a Buddha to go back to worship."

"What a coincidence." Founder Road:

"I wish you two all the best."

Sun Die looked embarrassed, nodded and did not say a word.

She has been married for many years and has no children, and now it has become her heart disease, although her husband said it in front of others, although it was unintentional, she was uncomfortable in her heart.

But......

No children, here is original sin.

The doctor, the goddess, and the Sanqingguan have all been there, but the stomach still hasn't moved, and now they plan to ask a Buddha to send the child back, hoping to improve.

"Master Wuyuan!"

"Master Fang."

Master Wuyuan is not young, his face is full of wrinkles, he looks like his qi and blood have failed, and only a pair of eyes are bright.

"Fang Mou has a martial arts, and I heard that the master's cultivation is profound, so I came to visit." Several people had seen each other, and after sitting down, Fang Zheng spoke directly:

"I hope the master can give him advice."

"I'm afraid the rumors are wrong." Master Wuyuan shook his head slightly:

"The old monk does have a heritage, but it is not martial arts, Master Fang asked Yu Blind."

"This ......" Fang Fang was surprised:

"It's reckless."

The other party really doesn't look like a person who practices martial arts.

He is short in stature and has thin limbs, but it will not be like this when his qi and blood change, unless he returns to the basics, but the other party has no reason to hide it in this regard.

It seems that I thought badly.

The Zhike monk stepped forward and whispered a few words in Master Wuyuan's ear, Fang slowly retreated, and Master Wuyuan's face changed slightly.

One hundred taels!

This Fang benefactor is so generous.

"Amitabha."

With his hands clasped together for eleven salutes, Master Wuyuan thought for a while and said:

"The old monk knows very little about martial arts, but a few years ago, a benefactor with a successful martial arts came here to borrow it and left a book."

"If Master Fang doesn't mind, you can copy a copy and take it away."

"Don't mind." Fangzheng's eyes lit up:

"Master Lao."

"It should." Master Wuyuan smiled lightly:

"The donor is vigorous and strong, and his physique is straight, and he will definitely be able to practice martial arts one day."

"Borrow the good words of the master."

A few people were talking, and there was a knock on the door.

"Master, I want to see you."

"Come in."

One person pushed the door in, and the shiny head was shrouded in a layer of warm light, and the plain monk's robe added a little tranquility to the visitor.

Clean!

Sheer!

This is a temperament that comes from the heart, and even the wrinkles of the monk's clothes are not reduced in the slightest.

Fangzheng has participated in many activities and seen many male stars, many of whom are top-notch, but they are all one point worse than roundness.

Her eyes are like bright stars, her lips are red and her teeth are white, her face is as bright as a girl, and her expression is gentle and gentle, which is not comparable to any woman in the world.

People have to secretly praise:

What a handsome monk!

"Circularity."

Master Wuyuan stretched out his hand towards Yu Yanghong and his wife, and said, "These two donors want to worship Buddha statues at home, you follow them down the mountain and recite scriptures to bless Buddha statues." ”

"Master." Roundness changes dramatically:

"You're letting me go down the mountain?"

"Don't worry, I'm not driving you down the mountain." Master Wuyuan shook his head:

"You are familiar with the scriptures in the temple, but the Buddhist principles in them need to be walked in the world to truly understand, and it is difficult to achieve success by reading the scriptures."

"The flavors of the world are the mysteries of Buddhist scriptures."

"This ......" round eyes were reluctant, but they didn't dare to veto, and slowly lowered their heads:

"Yes, in vain."

"Master." Sun Die frowned:

"Can you change someone, he's too young, right?"

"The donor doesn't know anything." Master Wuyuan said:

"Roundness is the highest Buddha nature in the Temple of Mercy and Grace, even if it is an old monk, it is not as good, especially the principle of Buddhist scriptures, he has a deep understanding, he is the most suitable."

"Just him." Yu Yanghong made a decision:

"The person introduced by Master Wuyuan must not be wrong."

Sun Die pursed her lips and nodded helplessly.

…………

I thought I was going to copy the book and take it away, but I never thought that there would be a monk who knew the guest to order him to go down and send the book directly when Fang Zheng went out.

Obviously, for a high roller like him, even a high-ranking temple would be willing to bow down.

The rain stopped,

The clouds are scattered.

went down the mountain to get the carriage and horses, and made an appointment with Yu and Sun to go with them, so naturally there was no time to read the contents of the book on the way.

The body swayed, and the two of them talked through the window, and Fangzheng's heart gradually calmed down.

Emotional matters don't have to be forced.

There's so much more to do.

The three changes in qi and blood have only just changed now, and since they have the opportunity to contact such extraordinary power, how can they not experience it for themselves.

And......

During this time, the business of reselling in the two worlds also stopped, and it was not advisable to be so decadent and demoralized.

Martial arts!

Business!

Enrich yourself with your own fragrance.

When he returned to his residence, it was getting late, and Fang Zheng put down the book and was about to open it, when his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned around and flipped back and forth in front of the bed.

'Someone has been here!' ’

But why didn't you steal anything? ’

'The world is still too unsafe, remember to bring a set of monitoring equipment next time you come over.' ’

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Wang's Annex.

One person pushed the door in and nodded to the one inside:

"It's here."

Stretching out your hand, there are a few loose hairs in the palm of your hand.