Jiang Fan was startled. You seemed to be teleporting. He seriously doubted whether you had asked for permission.

The fisherman shook his head, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Isn’t your Nanzong developing rapidly and making a lot of money?

Jiang Fan glanced at him and roughly understood what he was thinking. He thought to himself, "You don't understand this. It is precisely because people can make money that they develop rapidly——"

Entering the Zen room, an extremely strong smell of sandalwood suddenly rushed into the nose. After looking around, I found that this was a small Buddhist temple. Although it was not big, it enshrined hundreds of Buddha statues, large and small. One in the middle

The biggest one is the Great Sun Tathagata.

On the high platform in front of the Buddha statue is a golden lotus platform, and a small Buddha statue with a shining golden face is sitting on it. Surrounding it are countless rare and rare plants. Jiang Fan was surprised to find that it exudes a strong spiritual energy, which should

They are all treasures of heaven and earth.

The rich fragrance of sandalwood and flowers even seriously affected Mr. Jiang's magical nasal cavity.

"You two, quickly pay your respects to the Buddha."

Jiang Fan was stunned. He seemed to be referring to the small Buddha statue. After taking a closer look, he realized that it was indeed not a clay statue. It was just that the paint on the face was too thick, making it impossible to tell that it was a real person.

At just a glance, Jiang Fan felt a little strange. Fuzi's face was calm and calm, but his lowered eyes... seemed a little dull.

"Both of you, please do not look directly at the Buddha. It is extremely disrespectful."

Jiang Fan quickly put away the old fisherman's bamboo chair, made the old fisherman lie down, and went up to pay his respects. He didn't think that the fisherman would be too rare to worship any Buddha, so he made it look presentable, so that the fisherman could just stay there.

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Jiang Fan quickly bowed his head and said: "Ordinary man Jiang Sanlang pays homage to the true form of the Buddha."

The Buddha didn't say anything. Instead, the great monk sat beside him with a majestic appearance. He seemed to be listening and coughed and said: "The Buddha knows what you are thinking and thinks of your filial piety. The rain of Buddha's grace should rain down on you."

Just don’t worry, Master.”

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Huh? What do you mean, are you passing the message on your behalf?"

The great monk seemed to sense his doubts and said with a kind smile: "Amitabha, the little donor must have never been here before. The disciples of Buddha understand the Buddhist path and practice closed-mouth meditation, and usually do not open the mouth of Chrysostom."

Jiang Fan said: "Master, I would like to convey my wishes to you."

The great monk said: "Don't worry, Young Master Jiang. The Buddha is psychic, knows the past life, understands the present life, and knows the future. There is no need to say more."

Jiang Fan said: "So that's it. The Buddha's Dharma is really profound. But I don't know when my ancestor's illness will be cured."

The great monk hummed, seemed to have listened for a while, and then nodded: "Fozi said, the old benefactor is old, a hundred years old, and should have died..."

Jiang Fan felt a faint cool breeze on the back of his neck, knowing that the old fisherman was feeling depressed. He quickly said, "It's just that our ancestors have always been strong and healthy. This time, it's just a sudden illness."

The great monk said: "Donor, don't be impatient. The Buddha said that although the old benefactor did some karma in the first half of his life, he devoted himself to self-cultivation in the second half of his life and gained Buddha nature. It can be said that he put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately. With the light and grace of the Buddha, he will live for more than ten years."

Twenty years is no problem. As for the illness, it can be cured by going down the mountain..."

Jiang Fan was startled. The karma should be caused by the fisherman cultivating demons in the first half of his life. He had just known about it, but he could actually see it? When he pretended to be Xiaozhenren, it was just information and deception, and the help of his uncle, but what happened to this Buddhist disciple?

What's going on? Is it possible that there are really two brushes? And when it comes to the illness that can be cured by going down the mountain... the great monk seems... there is something in his words.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Looking carefully at his words, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, seemingly kind and kind-hearted, but Jiang Fan always felt that there was a strange light in them.

For a time, Jiang Fan was filled with doubts and became very interested.

"This...if this is the case, Sanlang would like to thank Buddha for his grace."

The great monk announced the Buddha's name: "Buddhism saves all sentient beings, and I dare not say thank you. If there is nothing else, the two donors can go down the mountain."

Jiang Fan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked at the great monk and said, "Master Abbot, Sanlang has one more question to ask. Please clarify my doubts."

The great monk said: "Little donor, don't you know that you can only be sincere by asking one thing at a time..."

"Bang!" A gold brick fell from Jiang Fan's feet.

"Amitabha...Buddha saves those who are destined to be together. Since you two are here, each of you can ask one thing. I am the old benefactor. Of course, the young benefactor can ask one more thing."

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Jiang Fan's lips curled up slightly: "Master, Sanlang is a boat businessman. A few days ago, there was a thing on the river in the middle of the river. When people in the village saw it, they said it was a Buddhist thing. They said that the boy was destined to the Buddha. I don't know if it is true or not.

, I would like to ask a Buddhist disciple to verify it on my behalf..."

As he spoke, he took out a scroll from his arms and presented it to the great monk respectfully.

The great monk squinted his eyes and took it with both hands: "Since it is a Buddhist object, the poor monk should pay homage to it."

After saying that, he gently unfolded the scroll, and the next moment, his eyes condensed.

"This is……"

Jiang Fan asked with a face on his face: "Master, don't you ask Buddhist disciples to take a look?"

The great monk's brows twitched a few times, then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan: "How did you get this thing, little benefactor?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "It's from fishing, how come Master recognizes it?"

The great monk's lips trembled a few times: "The things painted are my Buddhist affairs, but they are all found in Buddhist paintings and clay sculptures. Just one picture can't explain anything..."

Jiang Fandao: "Master, what you mean is that you want to see the real thing?"

The great monk inquired: "Have you ever taken the little benefactor with you?"

Jiang Fan seemed to be a little wary and covered his chest and said: "I have said that this thing may be a treasure, so I asked Sanlang not to expose it."

The great monk's eyes flashed: "Amitabha, this is the holy land of Buddhism. There will never be any plundering. Why don't you worry?"

Jiang Fan clutched his chest tightly and seemed to be hesitating.

The great monk said: "If the young benefactor is willing to do this, I, Qianfo Temple, would like to give the Buddhist elixir to my grandfather to help him prolong his life."

Jiang Fan was still hesitant, and the great monk was a little anxious: "To be honest, this thing is my Buddhist ritual weapon and is of no use to mortals. If this thing is genuine, our temple can pay a lot of money to take it back."

Jiang Fan seemed to have some thoughts, "...Well, actually, I don't lack money. I just want to devote myself to the Buddha. I have always heard that the Buddha's son is the reincarnation of the real Buddha. He can go directly to the Paradise of Paradise in the West. Sanlang longs for it. I don't know... can...

Are you destined to become a disciple of Buddha?"

"This..." The great monk opened his mouth and suddenly said: "When the poor monk asks for instructions..."

After saying that, he turned around, bowed his head to the Buddha, and then seemed to be listening.

Not long after, the great monk showed joy on his face: "Ahem... The Buddha said that this magical instrument has been missing for a long time. Since it has been obtained by the little donor, it means that the little donor is destined to the reclining Buddha. The Buddha is willing to become a man of beauty."

Jiang Fan suddenly showed surprise: "Is this true?"

"Amitabha, Buddhists do not lie."

Only then did Jiang Fan beam with joy. He hurriedly and carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms and slowly unfolded it, revealing a golden object.
Chapter completed!