In fact, everyone has some unhappiness in their heart to some extent.

Xia Jian did not expect that Ouyang Hong, the deputy mayor of Pingdu City, was also full of worries. The meal lasted for a long time, and the three of them were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, expressing their unhappiness to each other.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Ouyang Hong's secretary called, and she rushed back to the city hall reluctantly. Only He Jing and Xia Jian were left in the room.

"Mr.

Xia Jian laughed and said, "You know, I like freedom. Besides, I always feel that fate has not yet come!" Xia Jian made a random excuse and put the problem on fate.

He Jing took a deep breath and said, "Do you also believe in fate?"

"This kind of thing exists if you believe it, but if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. I didn't believe anything before, but things are different now. Maybe it's because I have experienced so many things that my thoughts have changed slightly! Oh! The weather is nice today.

, let me take you somewhere!" Xia Jian said and stood up.

He Jing shook her head helplessly. She knew that Xia Jian was avoiding talking about personal emotional issues.

On a small road in the countryside, a motorcycle was running fast. Sitting on the car were Xia Jian and He Jing. Although the sun was shining brightly, the temperature in this season was not very high. He Jing was sitting behind the car.

, pressed her head tightly against Xia Jian's back, and wrapped her hands around Xia Jian's waist.

The somewhat uneven village road caused the motorcycle to slow down invisibly. He Jing, who was sitting behind 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 very special. People who are sick or in trouble come here to relieve themselves," Xia Jian said loudly.

He Jing, who was sitting behind the car, let out a sigh of relief. She didn't speak anymore because her illness has been a little bad recently. Xia Jian did this obviously to make her feel at ease. But she knew that there were several people who could come here to help her.

How about resolving serious illnesses in your body?

Soon, a beautiful scenery appeared in front of us. On top of a strange and dangerous mountain peak, there were many mountains, covered with lush pines and cypresses. Several temples were looming among these pines and cypresses.

Xia Jian parked his motorcycle at his feet and took He Jing up a path with artificial steps. These steps were smooth and brightly stepped on by the pilgrims who came here, which made people feel the long history of Lingguang Temple.

As they were going up the mountain, people would come down from time to time. It seemed that the incense here was quite strong. Xia Jianhe said that He Jing was not in good health, so he walked very slowly, and he would turn back and pull He Jing from time to time.

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In fact, this little journey is nothing to He Jing, but she doesn't want to go fast, she just wants to spend more time with Xia Jian. Even if she walks slowly, this road has an end after all.

When they reached the top of the mountain, He Jing couldn't help but admired: "It's so beautiful here! Why didn't I know there was such a good place on the outskirts of the city?"

"You are right that you don't know. Although Lingguang Temple has a long history, it was damaged in the early years and was only repaired in the past two years, so many people don't know about it." An old monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

He Jing was slightly startled by the sudden appearance of an old monk behind her, but she immediately calmed down and said with a smile: "Master, can you show us around this temple?"

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

Xia Jian saw that this man was probably over sixty years old, but his steps were light and fast, just like the Kung Fu monk in the movie. He couldn't help but take two steps to catch up.

When the old monk saw Xia Jian catching up, he smiled slightly and said, "The little benefactor is very skilled. There are not many people as young as you who can have such skills."

"Master, you are being humble. My skills are not worth mentioning at all. Master's skills can be described as good skills," Xia Jian said very humbly.

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 has a kind heart and 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, "Abbott! A pilgrim said he wanted to see you. I wonder if you are free now?"

"Amitabha! Tell this person what Monk Wu Xin said. He doesn't need to come to Lingguang Temple anymore, because the Buddha has a destiny for him, and he has no destiny with me at all." The old monk said and recited a few more Buddhist scriptures. Xia Jian said this

Only then did I realize that he was actually the presiding abbot here, Master Wu Xin.

He Jing stepped over, smiled slightly and said: "Since you are the abbot master, please trouble me and see if my illness can be cured?"

When Master Wuxin heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at He Jing carefully, pointed at the Main Hall and said, "Donor, please come to the hall to speak." Xia Jianli immediately understood and took He Jing to the incense stick.

In the Main Hall, although several statues are old, and some even have oily knees on them, they still retain their majesty. Looking at them makes people naturally awe in their hearts. This may be the power of the gods!

When Abbot Wuxin was offering incense to Xia Jian and He Jing, he stood by and recited a few lines of Buddhist scriptures for them. Then he smiled slightly and said: "We have more than ten temples in Lingguang Temple, distributed on three hills. It can be said to be strange.

You can conquer all the dangers and beauties. It’s not easy for a donor to come here once. You go sightseeing first, and then come find me in my Zen room when you’re done.”

Abbot Wu Xin said this and pointed towards a moon-shaped round door on the west side of the hall. Then he turned and left with a swift movement. From behind, you could not tell that he was an elderly man.

After leaving the Main Hall, Xia Jian took He Jing to the remaining dozen temples, watched several rare and beautiful scenery, and then walked towards Abbot Wu Xin's Zen room.

Abbot Wuxin was sitting on the wooden chair in the meditation room. He clasped his hands and muttered words. As soon as he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes: "You are here! Please come into the house."

Xia Jian and He Jing walked in lightly. Abbot Wuxin smiled lightly at He Jing and said, "Donor, put your hand on the edge of the table, and I will take your pulse."

He Jing glanced at Xia Jian and followed his words. Abbot Wuxin put two fingers on He Jing's wrist, then closed his eyes. It took a long time before he opened his eyes.

"I will prescribe some Chinese medicine for you. Go back and take it slowly. Your illness will be cured." Abbot Wuxin said, picking up the paper and pen on the table.

When Xia Jian heard this, he suddenly became suspicious. Even modern high technology could not cure He Jing's disease. How could he take a piece of traditional Chinese medicine? Could it be that this old monk didn't understand medicine at all and was sitting here to lie to others?

After writing the prescription, Abbot Wuxin said to He Jing: "Take the prescription and take a look at the scenery outside first. I will discuss something important with this male donor. I think he should be a big boss. Let's see if he can help us."

Lingguang Temple can do something”

When He Jing heard this, he took the prescription and left. Xia Jian thought to himself, this is what the old monk was thinking. 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 just now. Lingguang Temple has always donated voluntarily from the donor and never asked others. I just said this to get rid of your friend." Master Wuxin said to Xia Jian with a smile. It seems that he

Xia Jian's thoughts were revealed.

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

"Haha! It's too simplistic for the donor to think that the problem is unexplained. Human beings are destined to be destined to have disasters. Buddha can help them overcome disasters, but we can't change who is born. You must be aware of your friend's illness and want to treat it fundamentally.

"It's not good, I just said this to reassure her," Abbot Wuxin said, and Heshi said "Amitabha" again.

When Xia Jian heard this, he realized that Abbot Wuxin was really not that simple. He diagnosed He Jing's illness as soon as he took his pulse. Just like what he said, He Jing's illness was really difficult to treat. The doctor had given her a long time ago.

The disease has come to a conclusion, but everyone just doesn't say it.

"Abbot! I am also a troubled person. Can you take this opportunity to explain something to me?"

Well, he still felt a little sad.

When Abbot Wuxin heard what Xia Jian said, he couldn't help but stare at Xia Jianduo a few times, then smiled slightly and said: "The donor is in trouble, but the lucky star shines brightly, and he can turn danger into danger. Moreover, the donor has a lot of luck in his life.

My whole life revolves around women, so women succeed in many things and fail in many things."

When Xia Jian heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "The abbot is really a god, he can even calculate these things. Regardless of whether it will be accurate in the future, my current situation is indeed like this."

"This kind of thing can only be used as a reference. People have to struggle, and sometimes people's fate will change with your strength, so nothing in the world remains the same." Abbot Wuxin finished speaking and closed his door.

Eye.

Xia Jian let out a long breath and said: "Abbott, I think the statue in the Main Hall is old. I intend to spend 100,000 yuan to re-sculpt the statue in the Main Hall."

"Amitabha, the donor is really destined to be my Buddha. The Buddha will bless you for a safe life." Abbot Wuxin nodded towards 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. However, because he had practiced hard and had great skills, he could not see his actual performance.

age.

What made Xia Jian happiest was that when Master Wuxin clarified some of the things he couldn't figure out, he suddenly realized that it turned out that some things were not something that others had trouble with, but things that were causing trouble to himself.

Because of the good conversation, Xia Jian had forgotten that He Jing was waiting for him outside alone. It wasn't until it got dark that he thought about He Jing, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Master Wu Xin and ran out quickly.
Chapter completed!