"That's right." Before I could say anything, Xiaopang took over. I looked at them and for a moment, I felt that it made sense.
Daniel and Xiaopang, unlike Ding Ling and the others, are pure men and have the ability. After such a long period of running-in, with them by their side, many things can be done smoothly. In addition, Ding Ling treats me as a stinker. The gangsters were worried. It was a good thing to keep the two of them around. At worst, if they encountered danger, they could just run away first.
Thinking of this, I nodded and made a simple arrangement. Everyone went their separate ways that afternoon. When we were leaving, Gui Gui kept staring at me with his little face wrinkled, which made me even have a feeling of separation. After Xiaoni I pinched my nose and said with a smile: "Brother Lu Li is not here, but you have to keep an eye on your sister Ding Ling. If this woman hooks up with a wild man, you must tell brother Lu Li."
"Yeah." Gui Gui nodded when he heard the words. As soon as he said these words, Ding Ling's face turned red.
"Damn fox, if you don't come back, I won't miss you!" Ding Ling said, turning Guigui around, then turned around and asked: "How long do you want to use it?"
"It's only for half a month. I'll call you then." I said, waving my hand.
"Don't mess around with women! Otherwise, I'll cut you off!" Ding Ling said, rolling her eyes at me a little arrogantly. I smiled, rubbed this beautiful girl's cheek and went on a long journey. Bus.
I drove south from the town for a day and a night, during which I fell down twice and encountered difficult mountain roads. At around two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, I found the guide I had reserved in advance. He was a middle-aged man in his early forties. The man was dark and muscular. After briefly introducing himself, he followed him and transferred to another bus.
The Zen Master Zhikong we are looking for is a relatively well-known local monk. It is said that this monk has a very high level of cultivation, but has a weird temper. He lives in a half-developed but abandoned mountain scenic spot, and can only ride nearby The bus from a tourist stop goes around the winding mountain road.
I have seen the winding mountain road before, but I walked there out of curiosity. It was very interesting, but I didn’t feel anything else. But when I took the bus and looked at the mountain road that connected the cliffs, , I felt dizzy and uncomfortable in various ways, especially the broken guardrails, which appeared crisscrossed from time to time. At that time, it reminded me of various car accident scenes. After watching it for a while, I felt a little creepy, but the car But the local people were calm and didn't react at all.
The guide saw that I looked bad, so he asked Daniel and the others if I was motion sick. I nodded and said yes. I don’t know if it was psychological. When I heard this, I felt a little nauseous. I stopped when I arrived. , I felt that I was dizzy and my feet were so weak that I couldn’t even stand.
We held on to the guardrail on the roadside while retching, and it took us a long time to recover. The guide was anxious to make money, and kept urging us to leave quickly. He also said that at night, the mountains might not be peaceful.
At night, the mountains are always very unsafe. I know this very well. I nodded and adjusted, and then followed him into the mountains in a hurry. At about five or six o'clock in the evening, we walked through the woods. I saw a Zen monastery. The Zen monastery was a bit shabby, but the scale was not too small. It was just that the Zen monastery built on the mountain in the middle of the dense forest was a bit shady. Maybe it was due to professional habits, which always made people feel unsafe.
Of course, this feeling only lasted for a short time, because after knocking on the mountain gate, a young monk opened the temple door. At that time, he saw that inside the two-meter high wall, the courtyard paved with strips of stone was spacious and bright, and a seemingly
On the edge of a super tall persimmon tree, an old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon to bask in the sun.
The old monk is very thin, with dark skin and bulging veins on his arms. He looks like he won't live long. Judging from his age, he must be over ninety at least, but this doesn't make people feel bad.
His kind appearance gives people an indescribable sense of tranquility and tranquility.
Perhaps this is the difference between practitioners and ordinary people. According to Buddhism, images arise from the mind, and this may be the reason.
"The one inside is Zen Master Zhikong." Pointing to the old monk inside who was still taking advantage of the last remaining light to bask in the sun, the guide said to me. I nodded and paid the balance, and the man hurriedly
Gone.
"Little Master, please let me know. Someone from out of town wants to see Zen Master Zhikong." I said, clasping my hands together and saluting him. The little monk was only seven or eight years old, and he looked very tiger-headed.
To attract people's attention, he clasped his hands and said to me: "Donor, the master will not see any guests today."
"I'm in an emergency. Could you please be accommodating, young master?" I said, taking out a hundred-dollar bill and giving it to the kid. When the kid saw it, he took a few steps back as if he was frightened and said, "Donor, you don't have to be like this.
, The monks of this monastery adhere to the precept not to catch money. What the young monk just said is truthful. Please don't misunderstand me."
The other party said that he was holding the big broom and wanted to go back. Seeing him like this, I quickly stepped forward and said to him: "Young master, I really have something to ask for. I just want to say that there is an old man with a long beard in the mountains in the north who can guide me."
I would like to see Zen Master Zhikong and ask him to look for an old friend on my behalf."
As I said this, I took out a package of unopened peanuts from my backpack and handed it to the young monk. The young monk was holding the peanuts and was obviously a little excited. However, on the other hand, he was worried about being punished for breaking the rules, so he hugged them.
Looking at the broom that was much taller than him, he turned to look inside the door, then turned to look at me. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
"What's wrong?" the old monk inside suddenly said after yawning.
"Master, there are three benefactors asking to see you. They say that there is a certain old man in the northern mountains who wants to find you for something..." Touching his little bald head, the little monk seemed to have forgotten what I had just said.
After hearing the words, the other party opened one eye, looked at us standing outside the door, and said softly: "Then, let them in."
"Oh." The little monk said, opening the courtyard door to let us in, and then he hesitated and said, holding the bag of peanuts: "Master, this..."
"Put it away. Eat a little every day. Don't eat too much. If you eat too much, you will get angry." The old monk said and smiled. The moment he grinned, I found that the old man was old and had a lot of food in his mouth.