Under one person, I am Zhang Chulan’s brother

Chapter 39: Monks don’t talk about money

Lingyin Temple is also called Yunlin Temple. It is backed by the North Peak and faces Feilai Peak. It is far away from the world. However, because of its great reputation, this thousand-year-old temple has not been clean for a long time.

As the head of the five mountains of Zen Buddhism in the south of the Yangtze River, Lingyin Temple has a long history and many famous legends. There is an endless stream of tourists who come here to worship Buddha and offer incense every day.

Starting from the foot of the mountain, you can see many street stalls along the road.

There are food stalls selling fried tofu, pancake rolls with green onions, and cat ears, as well as jewelry stalls selling Buddhist bead bracelets and necklaces.

As for prices, the prices of goods at street stalls in such scenic spots are generally a bit high.

However, there are actually many restaurants with good quality and low price in Lingyin Temple Scenic Area. As long as you find the right place, you will not be easy to be ripped off.

After Zhang Chuyi came to the scenic spot, taking advantage of the crowds, he disappeared in a flash.

I had a few chats with Ren Fei in the car just now, and I found that this sister is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has a very sassy personality. She will definitely get along happily as buddies.

However, Xu Si gave a special reminder before coming here, so not long after getting off the car, Zhang Chuyi got separated from the other two in the vast sea of ​​people.

After eating something at the street stall, guessing that Xu Si and Ren Fei had already gone far, Zhang Chuyi started to go up the mountain.

When you come to Lingyin Temple, you must go to the temple to worship, burn incense sticks to the Buddha, and help him eliminate karma by the way.

The scenery on the way up the mountain is very interesting to Zhang Chuyi, who rarely visits this kind of scenic spot, especially the stalls where the rings are used to win souvenirs.

Zhang Chuyi bought three hoops for ten yuan, and each one caught the half-meter-high Guanyin wooden sculpture in the last row.

However, the stall owner refused to give him the prize, nor was he willing to cash it out. He just gave him three more traps.

The stall owner's explanation is that the Buddha sculpture is not a prize but a decoration, and the real reward after you win it once is to let you do it again.

Isn't that an infinite matryoshka?Zhang Chuyi was so angry that he wanted to pick up the Buddha statue and run away.

However, considering that I would have to go up the mountain later, it would be inconvenient to carry such a large Buddha statue with me, so I twisted the three rings in my hands into twists and walked away.

"Damn, these street stalls now are just pitfalls!"

Zhang Chuyi was a little depressed after being made such a fuss, and was still cursing when he was approaching the gate of Lingyin Temple.

Compared to the busy foot of the mountain, after arriving near Lingyin Temple, it was finally much quieter here.

The noise of tourists is gone, and the solemn Sanskrit sound from the temple can be vaguely heard, which makes people feel solemn.

"donor."

A voice suddenly came from the side of the road. Zhang Chuyi followed the reputation and saw an old Taoist priest wearing an indigo Taoist robe.

The old Taoist has white beard and hair. He holds an old cloth flag in his hand and writes eight characters: "Start the hexagram and tell the fortune, the iron mouth will cut it straight."

On the stall in front of Lao Dao, there were a bunch of gadgets, and beside the stall was carved a reminder "Don't buy, don't touch" in stone.

"The Taoist priest is doing great business. All the stalls have been set up outside the Buddhist temple." Zhang Chuyi stepped forward and joked.

"Walking in the rivers and lakes, it's all for eating." The old Taoist laughed, and was shocked when he saw Zhang Chuyi's appearance clearly: "Oh, the face of the old Taoist benefactor is not like ordinary people, his seal is full and ruddy, and he must be a rich man within ten years Very expensive!"

"Why do we have to wait ten years? Can't it be tomorrow?" Zhang Chuyi put his hands in his pockets, thinking that I have been poor for so many years and yet I have to wait another ten years. Isn't this a curse on him?

"The secret of heaven must not be leaked, and the benefactor need not be impatient. When the time comes, he will surely gain something." The old Taoist said a bunch of mysterious words, and then stretched out his hand.

"What?" Zhang Chuyi was confused.

The old Taoist's eyes widened: "There is a fee for fortune-telling, is it possible that the benefactor wants to default on the debt?"

Zhang Chuyi spread his hands: "I didn't ask you to tell fortunes either!"

The old Taoist bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Young people, don't be so stingy. You need to know that you can only gain if you give up. What you are giving now is paving the way for future gains. All of this is the law of fate."

"How much?" Zhang Chuyi asked with a dark face.

"Amitabha." The old Taoist proclaimed the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "The monks don't talk about money, they talk about fate, and one hexagram is five hundred."

"You might as well grab it!" Zhang Chuyi's face darkened even more.

Just when he was wondering whether to punch this charlatan, he saw a familiar figure walking by on the path.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll give you the money when I come back later!" After speaking, Zhang Chuyi ran away.

"I've been waiting for that Daoist, it's for the interest!" The old man shouted at the top of his voice.

But before he finished shouting, Zhang Chuyi had disappeared.

In the woods, Zhang Chuyi stooped, followed by a pink-haired nun carrying a wooden barrel.

Of course he didn't have any special hobbies, it was simply because the nun looked familiar.

Although the nun was wearing a plain sea blue dress, the baggy clothes couldn't conceal her enchanting and graceful figure.

To be able to dress so ecstatically in a simple monk's robe, Xia He is the only one in the world who can do it.

But Zhang Chuyi didn't see the face, so he wasn't sure, so he could only follow along to see if it was her.

If it's really Xia He, then what is she doing here?Why would you dress up as a nun?
This abnormal behavior filled Zhang Chuyi with curiosity.

After following for about a hundred meters, the nun came to a wooden house deep in the woods.

She poured the water in the bucket into a large vat, and then scooped two ladles out of it into the basin.

Then put the towel in the wooden basin, soak it and wring it out, and start washing your face.

When the nun turned her body in half, Zhang Chuyi finally confirmed her identity.

It's Xia He!

Even without any makeup, those charming peach eyes are still breathtakingly beautiful.

Due to the hot weather, after Xia He washed his face, he even tore apart Hai Qing's round neck a little, revealing a large piece of soft and greasy snow skin, and wiped the sweat dripping from it.

"Damn it, don't look at evil." Zhang Chuyi really didn't expect Xia He to be so bold, so he quickly bowed his head guilty.

But he didn't want to move too much and make a noise.

"Who!" Xia He yelled with a startled expression.

"It's over, how can I explain this?" Just as Zhang Chuyi was considering whether to cover his face, and then hurriedly ran away, Xia He had already held two balls of pink real qi, and rushed towards Zhang Chuyi.

Now I can't even run away.

"Don't do it, it's me!" Zhang Chuyi jumped out of the bushes and shouted anxiously.

Xia He had just raised his pink fist to hit. When he saw the person in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "It's you, why are you here?"

"I said I was passing by, do you believe me?" Zhang Chuyi scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Passing by?" Xia He folded her hands on her chest, her pink cherry red lips evoked a mocking smile.

(End of this chapter)