Zhuo Yifan naturally would not let others hear their conversation, and he did not say anything. He just talked lightly about how he dealt with a group of second-generation ancestors in Zhoushan that day.
"You...you are..." Mr. Wan's face turned red, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and his tone was a bit stuttering, but he didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
"As long as you know, I don't want to say anything more. You'd better disappear before I change my mind. I'm not in the mood to talk to you today. Of course, if you insist on letting me talk to you, you know the consequences very well!
"Zhuo Yifan warned in a bad tone.
"What's wrong, husband? What did he just say to you?" Seeing the young man's expression change, the girl immediately realized something and asked quickly.
"Shut up and follow me!" The young man's face was extremely ugly. How could he dare to stay here for one more second? He really didn't look at the almanac when he went out, so why did he meet such an evil god?
In the midst of everyone's astonished gazes, the young man led his two men, pulled the girl who had not yet understood, and ran out of the main hall in despair.
"It's okay now." Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly at the mother and son.
When the mother and son saw this, they were naturally overjoyed. They didn't expect that Zhuo Yifan, who suddenly appeared, could help them solve the matter in just a few words. After accepting some thanks, Zhuo Yifan quickly made an excuse,
He quickly walked out of the Main Hall.
"Wait! Donor, please stay!" At this moment, Monk Yuanjie chased him out of the Main Hall.
"Master, what else can you do?" Zhuo Yifan stopped and asked curiously.
"Thank you, donor, for the rescue just now!" Monk Yuanjie nodded with gratitude.
"Master, you don't have to be polite. This is what I should do. I happen to have the ability to help them, so I just do it. It's okay!" Zhuo Yifan said with a calm smile.
"The poor monk can see that the benefactor has a kind heart. Since the benefactor just did the poor monk a favor, the poor monk will naturally find a way for you to find the person you are looking for!" Master Yuanjie nodded and said with a smile.
"Master, is there any way?" Zhuo Yifan asked with eyes brightening after hearing this.
"Donor, don't be anxious. The poor monk is mainly responsible for the pilgrims in this Mahavira Hall. Yesterday and today, the poor monk was on duty. Perhaps it was because the senior monk you had an appointment with had not met the poor monk at that time, so the poor monk was on duty.
The monk had no impression. If the donor could move to the meditation room, the poor monk could help
You go ask the presiding abbot. As long as an eminent monk from afar comes to place an order, the presiding abbot will definitely know. What's more, if it is the first time a monk comes to Putuo Temple, the poor monk wants to preside over the abbot. If he has really received such an eminent monk
, you will definitely be very impressed!" Monk Yuanjie explained with a smile.
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan let out a breath, and he was relatively satisfied with the answer. Although Yuan Jie did not help much, if he could ask the abbot of Putuo Temple, he might really be able to find the old monk.
There are no clues either!
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan no longer hesitated and nodded in agreement: "That's great, then Master Lao Yuanjie is here!"
"Donor, you're welcome. I'll go and tell my disciples to receive the pilgrims first. You wait here for a while, and I'll come back as soon as I'm done!" Monk Yuanjie nodded with a smile, then turned around and walked into the main hall.
Zhuo Yifan was not in a hurry. After waiting outside the door for a while, the monk Yuan Jie walked out of the door.