"Looking for someone? The donor was joking. This is the first time that the poor monk saw someone looking for someone with his head lowered and looking at the ground!" The middle-aged monk was stunned when he heard this, then came back to his senses, and shook his head and said with some confusion.
He instinctively thought Zhuo Yifan was joking with him.
When Zhuo Yifan saw this, he just smiled. He knew that his explanation was too absurd, no wonder the middle-aged monk didn't believe it. He didn't care, he just nodded respectfully and asked: "How dare you
Ask the Master’s Dharma name?”
"Master, I don't dare to accept it. The name of the poor monk is Yuan Jie. I wonder if the donor needs help from the poor monk? The poor monk sees that you have been pacing back and forth in the courtyard alone with your head down. If you are not looking for something, you seem to be waiting.
Are you human?" The middle-aged monk shook his head with a smile, and then asked.
"Well, I'm looking for someone, and I'm waiting for someone. I'm looking for someone, and I'm waiting for someone. I promised him that we would meet here. And he also promised that as long as I get to Putuo Temple, I will
I'll definitely see him. He won't leave here until he sees me!" Zhuo Yifan raised his eyebrows and explained with a serious nod.
"So that's it. The poor monk will not disturb the benefactor and continue to wait for his friend!" Upon hearing this, the monk Yuanjie nodded suddenly, and then felt that Zhuo Yifan did not need his help at all, so he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Zhuo Yifan suddenly shouted with a change of expression.
"Does this donor have anything else to do?" Monk Yuanjie stopped when he heard this, turned around and asked with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"There is one thing I want to ask Master. Is it convenient for Master?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a smile.
"That's natural. Wherever I can help the donor, the poor monk will naturally do his best!" The monk Yuanjie nodded in agreement with a serious look on his face.
"Excuse me, did an old monk come to your temple yesterday?" Zhuo Yifan hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking. At the same time, his sharp eyes carefully stared at the expression and expression on the face of the monk with the round ring.
I hope I can see some clues from him in every detail.
Upon hearing this, Monk Yuanjie immediately showed a blank look on his face. He looked at Zhuo Yifan with some confusion and asked, "Why does the donor ask this question? There should be many old monks you mentioned in this temple. And there are many nearby temples and
Many monasteries in the country usually have eminent monks traveling from far and wide to make orders. I really don’t know which monk you are talking about!"
When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he frowned unconsciously. It was indeed a bit too general to ask this question.
"He looks about eighty years old. He is tall and thin, but he is very energetic. His whole face is radiant, his face is red, and there is not a single wrinkle on his face! And according to what I know about him, he
This must be the first time I come to Putuo Temple!" Zhuo Yifan pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth to explain.
When Monk Yuanjie heard this, the expression on his face became even more confused. He thought for a while, but it seemed that he could not find an old monk in his memory that matched Zhuo Yifan's description, so he said helplessly
He shook his head and explained: "I'm very sorry for this donor. I really don't know the old monk you are talking about."
"Okay, I'm sorry for wasting Master's time!" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this. He had also been observing Monk Yuanjie's expression and details, and found no sign that he was lying.