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Chapter 452 Buddhism

After signing the contract, Sergeyevich-Pushkin transferred the account to the black widow, Ji Wen, on the spot. 30 million, once paid, Sergeyevich-Pushkin did not hesitate, when the underground rich oil resources can be more than 30 million? Three hundred million have, and, according to previous exploration, those oils can not be harvested for at least eight years, even if they are desperate, at least for four or five years. At that time, the shopping mall will have to make some money, and then transfer it when you go. This profit can be a rich number.

"Happy cooperation!" Sergeyevich-Pushkin reached out and said.

The black widow Ji Wen politely and he shook and said: "Happy cooperation!" However, the corner of the mouth is a casual smile, a bit of a smile that is unpredictable. Sergeyevich-Pushkin couldn't help but sneak a little, and couldn't figure out what the black widow Ji Wen meant. What is clear about him? The Chinese National Security Bureau has long been eyeing him. He has long been with him. If the plan is well-informed, just wait for him to get hooked.

"I still have something, I will not send you," said the black widow, Ji Wen.

"No, no, Miss Ji is busy with herself, I can go by myself." Sergeyevich-Pushkin smiled and walked out.

After leaving the home of the black widow, Ji Wen, Sergeyevich-Pushkin couldn’t wait to call his own boss, Alexander Soloviov, to simply say aside and get a tribute from the boss. He is a little excited about music. Now everything is ready, only owing to the east wind, as long as through the construction shopping mall, open the pipeline underground, and connected with the previously repaired pipeline, then the oil here can be continuously exported to the border of the e country. There, there will be someone who is responsible for taking it out.

After hanging up the phone, Sergeyevich-Pushkin was busy running to the government departments of the city of Heb, and wanted to take down the development rights and all the procedures there as soon as possible. These things are much simpler for the matter of negotiating with the black widow, Ji Wen. It is nothing more than a red envelope. Please have a meal.

At this time, Ye Qian was sitting on the top of Erlong Mountain and looking at the sky. Erlong Mountain is a famous attraction in Heb City. It has ten beautiful scenery and four strange things. It is not a beautiful sight that attracts people's attention.

Erlong Mountain has a very beautiful myth. One year, the Tiandang drought, a place where the Erlongshan Reservoir was near the dam, there was a Tusiqiu, where people planted cabbage for a year. At the two ends of the reservoir dam, there are two winding mountain ridges, the trees above are solitary, and the steep rocks are hidden. This is called "Two Dragons Play Pearls". According to legend, a long time ago, this area was often flooded, causing people to be displaced. One year, heavy rains and floods, houses and fields on both sides of the strait fell into the ocean. This horror was seen by two earth dragons cruising in the sky. After they discussed it, they wanted to use the body to stop the flood in the valley and protect people from the disaster. However, because they acted in private and violated the Tianzhu, the Jade Emperor ordered the Heavenly Soldiers to defeat the two. When they were only able to meet more than 600 steps, Tianbingtian will arrive and kill them. The bodies of the two earth dragons were made into two winding mountains, and the blood became a mound.

This is also the origin of the name of Erlong Mountain.

In the morning, Ye Qian took the cableway to the Linglong Temple, the largest temple in the Northeast, and burned the incense. Linglong Temple is an ancient temple in this area, and its incense is flourishing. In fact, Ye Qian does not believe in Buddhism. He is a true materialist and has no religious beliefs. This time, I suddenly had the interest to burn incense at Linglong Temple. I didn’t want to ask for bodhisattva blessing. It was just a moment of interest. However, when he saw the statue of the Buddha in the temple, Ye Qian had a feeling of utterness.

After burning the incense in the hall, Ye Qiangui made a difference to the backyard of the temple. This is where the monks live. Generally, no outsiders are allowed to disturb, saying that they are disturbing their cleaning. Linglong Temple is divided into two kinds of monks, one is a complete belief in Buddha, paying attention to no desire, no reason, six quiet. The other one is more like a disciple of a common family, who can marry and have children.

However, the strange thing is that today, when the monks saw Ye Qian come in, they did not stop it, and they smiled at him slightly. Ye Qian was only used as a place where visitors could come in and visit, but when they saw the monks shut out other travelers, they couldn’t help but secretly.

However, Ye Qian did not delve into it. The scenery of this backyard can be far more beautiful than the previous one, and it reveals a very peaceful atmosphere. It seems that the irritating mood can be calmed down in an instant. “Is this the six clean things that the Buddha said?” Ye Qian murmured.

In the backyard of Linglong Temple, there is a stone monument, which is said to be the tail of the dragon. When the Tianbingtians would kill the Tulong, their tails fell here and formed a stone monument. The shape of the stone tablet is similar to the two dragon tails. It is said that the founder of the Linglong Temple saw the stone monument, so it became a Buddha. Later, the Linglong Temple was built here, and then the feathers rose. However, this is also a legend, no one has seen it before, but if you ask the residents nearby, they can all tell the story.

I don't know what traction is the power. Ye Qian came to the stone tablet. Perhaps it is already doomed in the dark, if it is not Tang Weixuan stealing blood waves, Ye Qian will not come to the Northeast, not to the Northeast, how can come to this Linglong Temple for no reason.

When his eyes were on the stone tablet, Ye Qian suddenly saw the stone monument as if the tails of the two dragons began to shake, and they could not help but be shocked. Squeezing his eyes hard, Ye Qian thought he was blind, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the same situation. At the same time, Ye Qian suddenly gave birth to a very annoying thought, a kind of addictive emotion constantly surging in the body. Gradually, Ye Qian’s eyes could not help but become red, as if they were going to drip.

"Oh..." Ye Qian finally couldn't help but swell the blood in his body and spurted a blood. However, the blood in the body is rolling, but it seems that there is no sign of stopping. Ye Qian has a feeling that if he can't control it, he is afraid that he will soon vomit blood and die.

In such a peaceful temple, there is such a stone that can make people feel agitated, which makes Ye Qian very surprised. However, at this time, he is not allowed to think a lot. If he does not suppress his emotions, Ye Qian can't keep himself and he will put his life here.

"No Amitabha!" Suddenly, a very loud Buddha number was introduced into Ye Qian's ear. This Buddha number is like a sound of nature, with tremendous power, and suddenly the blood of Ye Qian’s heart suddenly disappears.

Ye Qian turned around and saw that there was a white-shoulder monk standing beside him. His face was very rosy, and there was no wrinkles on his face. He could not see his age. I don’t have to think about it. The Buddha’s number was just what the old man said. Ye Qian glanced at him gratefully, and his hands were a good gift.

The old man smiled slightly, his face floating like a liberated smile, saying: "The donor is finally here!"

Ye Qian gave a slight glimpse. I remembered that when I came in, the monks did not stop it. I couldn’t help but secretly say that this old monk had already spoken. After a pause, Ye Qian asked: "Gao Gao knows that I am coming?"

The old man nodded slightly and said: "I have been waiting for you for nearly 30 years. I should have seen the Buddha already, but there is still a dusty edge, so I have been insisting until now."

For nearly thirty years? Ye Qian secretly thought that it was not that he was born, the old monk already knew that he was coming here? For Ye Qian, a materialist, this thing is a bit too mysterious. However, there are many things in the world that science can't explain. Just like the curse of the pharaohs in Egypt, although Ye Qian does not believe it, he still does not go in.

After a pause, the old man continued: "What did the donor see?"

"The dragon tail, the two dragon tails are intertwined with each other, as if they are going to fly out." Ye Qian replied truthfully.

"It’s also a life, and the fate is also awkward." The old man sighed and said, "Amitabha."

Ye Qian did not speak, waited quietly, and did not know why. When he saw the old man, it was as if the old man had an invisible force to suppress himself. It was an imposing manner, an invisible momentum, calm and peaceful, but let Ye Qian not dare to speak.

"The world is guilty, just as my Buddha can be freed, the donor is doomed to countless rumors, this is the fate of life." The old man said, "Do you want to listen to the old man?"

"Please talk about Gao Song, listen to your ears." Ye Qian said with respect and respect.

The old man nodded slightly and said: "Even if you have a good bone, you must be compassionate!"

Ye Qian’s slight groaning, the mind constantly remembers the old saying. "The boy is ignorant, but he also hopes to show it." Ye Qian said.

The old man smiled and said: "Buddha, can't say. The donor is talented and intelligent, and Huigen is born, I believe that the donor can understand the meaning. You and me are already there, I can see my Buddha. Amitabha!" The old man gently patted on Ye Qian’s shoulder, then turned and left.

However, the old gentleman took a light shot, Ye Qian felt the inflow of air into his body, and instantly flowed all over the body, the whole person is like a spring breeze. Ye Qian couldn't help but look at the back of the old man who was leaving, muttering: Do he also like Master, is a practicing teacher? But obviously, the old man's realm is much higher than his master Lin Jin.