"Haitian Buddha Land."

Looking at the spectacular Haichao Temple Gate in front of him, Zuo Zhong read out what was written above, savored it carefully, turned around and said to Shen Dongxin: "I don't know if it lives up to its name, let's go."

At this time, the two of them pretended to be young men from a wealthy family in Ningbo who were visiting. This is very common in Putuo Mountain. As the Spring Festival approaches, many outsiders come here with their relatives and friends to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Shen Dongxin looked at the four majestic words on the mountain gate and whispered as he walked: "I didn't pay attention when I came here before. I didn't expect Haichao Temple to be so large."

Zuo Zhong wiped the sunglasses on his hands: "After entering, proceed as planned. I will try my best to contact Shen Ku and at least have a conversation with him. I will leave the rest to you.

If you find anything unusual, don't reveal it. We don't know if there are any other Japanese spies in Haichao Temple. If there are any, we will be in danger."

Shen Dongxin glanced around and said confidently: "Don't worry, emotional performance and control are compulsory courses for us. I will be nearby to support you. If the situation goes wrong, I will withdraw."

Zuo Chong smiled. The two of them had been together since childhood and there was no need to worry about tacit understanding. This was one of the reasons why he brought Shen Dongxing to scout. Language was another reason.

After the two of them finished talking, they climbed up the stairs. There were many tourists along the way, including gentry in gorgeous clothes and common people in ragged clothes, until they were stopped by the Zhike monk in front of the temple.

After the monk Zhike saluted, he said: "The two donors are here to offer incense or to play. If you are playing, you can walk from the mountain road on the right to the seaside. There is a cliff stone carving there.

When you walk to the seaside, there is a huge rock, which is a good place to climb up and see the distance. When you climb to the top of the rock, you can see Luojia Mountain to the east and the footprints left by Guanyin Bodhisattva when he opened the Taoist temple in Putuo."

This was said very politely, but in fact it was a tactful advice. If you don't want to offer incense, don't enter the temple. It seems that this place has become a tourist attraction, and the masters must have been disturbed by tourists on weekdays.

Zuo Zhong shook his head after hearing this: "We are here to offer incense, and besides, we also want to see Master Shen Ku."

When the monk heard that he was a pilgrim, he smiled and stepped aside to give way: "You two can go straight and offer incense. As for the master of suffering, the young monk cannot be the master. The donor is mainly because we are destined to meet each other."

Zuo Zhong stopped asking further questions and walked into Haichao Temple. The buildings inside were smaller than Tiantong Temple, but more exquisite. There was also a statue of Guanyin standing in front of the main hall.

Many men and women knelt down under the Guanyin statue, holding lit incense bundles in their hands, chanting words and kowtowing in prayer. Thick green smoke drifted down the wind in front of Zuo Zhong.

"Yawn." Zuo Zhong rubbed his nose, the smell was a bit pungent.

Shen Dongxin was a little embarrassed: "Are we going to kneel and offer incense like this?"

Zuo Zhong did not answer, but walked directly to the merit box, and put a thick wad of banknotes into it under everyone's gaze.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for the benefactor. I wonder why you came to this temple?" He gave so much money for incense without offering incense. The incense monk couldn't guess the purpose of this generous pilgrim, so he had to ask.

Zuo Zhong had a pious expression on his face and clasped his hands together: "I have long heard that Master Shen Ku of your temple is compassionate and has superb Buddhist teachings, so I came to Putuo Mountain from Ningbo to visit you. I wonder if you can introduce him to us."

"Please wait a moment, distinguished guest." The incense monk did not hesitate and let the young novice beside him take over his work. He picked up the monk's robe and ran out of the hall with quite vigorous skills.

Looking at the incense monk trotting along, Zuo Zhong pointed in the direction of the temple door and said, "Did you see it? This is the meeting of those who are destined to meet. It seems that our fate with Master Shenku is not shallow."

Shen Dongxin was stunned, and after a long time he smiled bitterly: "It turns out that this is fate. It is indeed not shallow. It is thick enough, worth dozens of yuan."

Zuo Zhong didn't care. Monks also need to eat. After all, temples are a service industry. You get what you pay for. This charging logic and service level are very reasonable.

The two of them waited in the main hall for a short while, and then the incense monk rushed back and said to Zuo Chong and Zuo Zhong with a smile: "Two distinguished guests, please come with me. Master Shen Ku is free today."

Zuo Zhong and Shen Dongxin glanced at each other, showed knowing smiles, and followed the incense monk to the back of the hall. After a while, they arrived outside a monk's room with the door open.

"Two distinguished guests, this is the meditation room of Master Shen Ku. The young monk will take his leave now."

"Okay, thank you so much, master."

The incense monk stood outside the door and stopped seeing each other off. Shen Dongxin stopped naturally, and Zuo Zhong walked into the monk's room and saw Shen Kuan meditating on the futon and chanting sutras.

This monk's room is very simple, with nothing else but a bed. The rest is only various Buddhist scriptures, and there is not even a Buddha statue.

Shen Ku heard footsteps and looked up. He felt that this noble young man looked familiar. After thinking about it, he realized that he had met him on the way to Tiantong Temple.

Zuo Zhong clasped his hands together: "I have seen Master Shen Ku."

He returned the favor in deep pain: "We have already met this donor."

Zuo Zhong's face was full of confusion, and he asked doubtfully: "I don't know where I saw the master, but I don't remember it."

He recited the Buddha's name deeply: "I once met the donor at a tea stall on the road to Tiantong Temple, and was made very embarrassed by the smoke and dust from the donor's car."

Zuo Zhong certainly remembered, and more than that, he knew exactly what snacks Shenku had eaten at the tea stall, how much water he drank, what he said to his companions, and whether he talked in his sleep at night.

But the painful words made his heart skip a beat. They had only met each other, let alone talked. According to common sense, not to mention their appearance, they would forget even what happened that day.

But Shen Ku's words show that his memory is very good. If this matter were brought to others, Zuo Zhong would not care at all, but it would be wrong to put it to Shen Ku, because he is a suspected spy.

It is impossible for a spy to say these things. Never show abilities that are different from ordinary people at any time. This is the most basic requirement for lurking. Spies who attract other people's attention are stupid and will not live long.

Is his guess wrong? After suffering so much, his current reaction is not only not suspicious, but also very normal. This makes Zuo Zhong wonder whether the other party said this intentionally to confuse him.

Zuo Zhong pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Master has a good memory, I'm sorry, I have something urgent to deal with that day."

Shen Ku put down the rosary in his hand and said with a calm smile: "It doesn't matter, I don't know what the name of the donor is, and why you are looking for me. I hear your accent is from Ningbo. If you want to burn incense, you should go to Tiantong Temple."

Is this a test? That would be too direct. General Zuo Zhong said the reason he had thought of for a long time: "My surname is Xing. I heard that the magic weapon consecrated by the master is very effective. I came here to ask for one to be enshrined."

Shen Ku laughed loudly: "I see that you, the donor, have a rosy face, are well-dressed, and have an extraordinary bearing. I guess you are used to giving orders or come from a wealthy family with many servants. What else do you want."

Zuo Zhong shook his head: "My family's wealth cannot be as much as the things outside of me. Firstly, I want the health of the elders in the family, and secondly, I want the safety of my younger siblings. I wonder if Master can help me."

Painfully silent, he spoke for a moment: "It's not that I'm prevaricating. What donor Xing wants is destined by destiny. If the donor's family does good deeds, they will get good results. The offering is just for peace of mind."

Zuo Zhong was a little surprised. Shen Ku said it so straightforwardly, almost saying that the things in his temple were fake. Could it be that he didn't want to deal with wealthy people? What was he avoiding by being so low-key?

Zuo Zhong looked angry: "I heard that the master agreed to all the people's requests. Why did he refuse Xing's request with excuses? Could it be that the master has some objections to us nobles?

If this word spreads, Haichao Temple will be in big trouble. The local tyrants and evil gentry also have bad tempers.

After listening to this, Shen Ku said calmly: "Donor Xing, please don't be angry. People work hard to make a living. It's not a bad thing to have someone to put their souls on. It can make them do good, resolve the hostility in their hearts, and reduce conflicts.

But for people like the donor, who pays too much attention to Bodhisattvas, they sacrifice their own foundation and seek the last. If you can treat farmhands and servants well, it will be the greatest good deed, and it will definitely protect your home and home.

On the other hand, if you are rich and unkind and treat the people harshly, no matter how much you ask for tribute, it will be nothing more than a flower in the moon's dream. When the disaster comes, these clay puppets will not be able to protect the family's wealth, nor the lives of their families."

Having said so much, I can actually sum it up in four words - I urge you to be kind.

Zuo Zhong pretended to look ugly on the surface, but he was very emotional in his heart. What Shenku said was very reasonable. Unfortunately, too many people couldn't understand it. It seems that there is nothing to gain here. This old monk is either really virtuous, or he is

Watertight.

He snorted coldly: "In that case, Xing will take his leave. Master, there is no need to send him off." After saying this, he rushed out of the meditation room angrily.

In deep anguish, he lowered his eyes and folded his palms together: "Amitabha."

Shen Dongxin followed Zuo Zhong out of Haichao Temple and asked in a low voice: "How is it going? What did you gain? How did you rush out after having such a good conversation?"

Zuo Chong calmed down his anger and made a joke: "I was pointed at by the old monk and scolded him for being a bald donkey. They have to persuade me to treat farmhands and servants well, otherwise there will be disasters like destroying my family and destroying my family."

Shen Dongxin thought for a long time before he understood what Zuo Zhong meant, and he grinned: "Your Zuo family is famous for being kind and kind, and the old man is a well-known benefactor throughout the city, so don't worry."

Great benevolent person, your whole family is a great benevolent person. After Zuo Zhong cursed, he looked at the time and saw a suspicious target. He pointed to a mountain road and said, "Let's go to Fodingshan Temple to find me."

Shen Dongxin was a little surprised: "Why don't you go to Putuo Zen Temple to find Monk Zhanjing? It's closer to where we are now, and it's also on the way."

"Prevent stalking, Dong Xin, the real action is different from the book. You have to keep one hand on guard when going to the toilet, and keep one eye open when sleeping. If Shen Ku is a spy, there may be a tail behind him."
Chapter completed!