"I have had a lot of troubles recently, so I came to listen to the class to calm my mind." Yuan Xingzu explained.
Yang Xiaobao nodded to express his understanding.
In fact, what these Rinpoches say to others are basically spiritual chicken soup based on Buddhism’s understanding of life.
But many people like to listen to these things.
Even those rich are no exception.
Yuan Xingzu felt the atmosphere at the scene and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Old Yuan, do you know this young man?"
The middle-aged man asked Yuan Xingzu.
Yuan Xingzu nodded.
"This young man is so rude that he dares to come here to make trouble. Isn't this a fight?"
Xia Chuxia, who was standing next to him, immediately said, "It's not like this, okay? Xiaobao just came to attend the class and said he wanted to get the tuition fee."
Then she briefly said the matter.
Yuan Xingzu looked at Batso Rinpoche.
Batso Rinpoche sighed and said, "Mr. Yuan, they are not here to listen to the lecture."
"Oh?" Yuan Xingzu said with a smile, "Xiaobao, what are you doing here?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Of course I'm listening to the class. Why do you come here if you don't listen to the class?"
"Since you're listening to the class, go in."
Yuan Xingzu said, turned around and looked at Batso Rinpoche: "Master, for my sake, let them go in and listen. I will get the cost of this section."
"Old Yuan, you..."
The middle-aged man looked a little unhappy.
But Yuan Xingzu waved his hand and looked at Batso Rinpoche: "Master, what do you think?"
Batso Rinpoche sighed and said, "Okay, since Mr. Yuan has said it, then go in."
As he said that, he went avenged a path.
Yang Xiaobao and Liu Qiaoyun walked into the villa like this.
When Xia Chuxia saw this scene, she hurriedly followed her in.
There are still a few people in the villa.
Judging from the temperament these people exudes, they must be some upper-class people.
There is even a girl, Yang Xiaobao, who looks very familiar, as if she has seen her from somewhere.
Yang Xiaobao thought about it and suddenly realized that this girl was a star and often appeared on some variety shows.
They all looked at Yang Xiaobao with a suspicious look.
Yang Xiaobao and Liu Qiaoyun looked graceful and nodded to everyone present.
"Since everyone is here, let's start." Batso Rinpoche said.
Yang Xiaobao saw Batso Rinpoche sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the living room.
The rest sat cross-legged on the floor, forming a half circle surrounding Rinpoche.
Yang Xiaobao, Liu Qiaoyun and Xia Chuxia also found a seat to sit down.
Batso Rinpoche began to talk about Buddhism slowly.
Yang Xiaobao listened for a while and posted this Batso Rinpoche, but there was something.
Through his narration, we can see that he is quite proficient in Buddhism.
He also knows how to deal with practical problems in people through Buddhism.
When Yang Xiaobao saw where Liu Qiaoyun was sitting cross-legged, he was fascinated by the sound of hearing, his eyes were still on Bacuo Rinpoche, and nodded from time to time.
It seems that I agree very much with what Batso Rinpoche said.
However, Yang Xiaobao would not have any more thoughts about these words.
Big truth is big truth. Sometimes it can solve people's confusion, and sometimes it is helpless when facing people's difficulties.
Yang Xiaobao only believes in one truth, that is, do things right and try to solve the difficulties with one's heart.
It's that simple.
Xia Chuxia seemed not interested in Batso Rinpoche's words. She yawned and kept looking around.
Yang Xiaobao took this opportunity to observe the scene in the villa again.
They had been here last time, and there was nothing in the hall to doubt.
Yang Xiaobao became interested in the upstairs.
He really wanted to go upstairs to take a look.
But now it is really impolite to secretly go upstairs while Batso Rinpoche is giving a lecture.
Yang Xiaobao looked at the room and focused on Batso Rinpoche.
Today, this is the first time that Yang Xiaobao has truly observed this person.
Bacuo is between fifty and sixty years old.
His face gives people the feeling of a wise man, and even the wrinkles on his face make people feel very wise.
But Yang Xiaobao always feels that there is another face under the surface of Bacuo.
This is a person who is hidden very deeply.
Under Yang Xiaobao's gaze, Bacuo Rinpoche still kept his face and told the Dharma with a kind face.
Finally, when Batso Rinpoche paused, the middle-aged man who had almost fought with Yang Xiaobao just now raised his hand and said:
"Master, let's take a break, I'm going to a bathroom."
The rest of the people agreed.
Batso Rinpoche smiled and nodded: "Okay, since that's the case, then take a break."
Yang Xiaobao saw the middle-aged man stand up immediately and walk towards the bathroom.
Yang Xiaobao also stood up and said, "I'm a little anxious and can't hold it in. Are there any other toilets?"
"There is upstairs, you can go." Yuan Xingzu said hurriedly.
Yang Xiaobao nodded and ran upstairs without waiting for Batso Rinpoche to say anything to others.
He ran to the second floor, observed for a while, and found that there were three doors of rooms upstairs.
The doors are tightly closed, I don’t know which one is the bathroom.
After Yang Xiaobao arrived upstairs, he suddenly felt something different.
He could feel the atmosphere on the second floor, which was different from the one downstairs.
Although this feeling is very weak, Yang Xiaobao still felt it very sensitively.
To be specific, there is a feeling of oppression in the air.
This feeling is very weak.
Yang Xiaobao walked towards the first door, knocked on it, and then pushed it in.
It was empty inside and nothing.
He pushed the door and went into the second room, and found that like the first room, there was nothing but a bed.
The third door opens, and the bathroom is inside.
Yang Xiaobao had a little convenience in the bathroom, thought about it, and walked towards the third floor again.
Since that sense of oppression is not sent from the second floor, it is sent from the third floor.
Yang Xiaobao tiptoed to the third floor and clearly felt that the feeling of oppression became stronger.
There are two rooms on the third floor, both of which are tightly closed.
Yang Xiaobao now firmly believed that this sense of oppression must have come from a certain room.
Just as Yang Xiaobao was about to push open a door, he heard a cough behind him.
"Well, Mr. Yang, the bathroom is on the second floor, why have you reached the third floor?"
It’s not someone else who speaks, it’s really Batso Rinpoche.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and said with a smile: "I just want to see the decoration layout here."
"This is the room I live in, it is not convenient for outsiders to visit, so I am embarrassed." Batso Rinpoche said lightly. This chapter has been completed!