Chu Yang had never tried to come to a Buddhist temple before, and there would be an abbot to receive it.
However, the Buddha temple in my heart is just a temple, there is no difference, nor a sacred place. I am a member of the organization and can only have one belief in my heart, so I don’t have any awe of it.
It is said that Buddhism is boundless and if you do not save someone with fate, you may really have no fate with the Buddha.
However, it was also surprising to see Uncle Huang being polite to Abbot Gu Zhen. He seemed to be a Buddhist.
I have heard people say before that the bigger the official, the more superstitious he is.
I don't believe it yet.
It seems that today, it is true that the nobles in my hometown value Feng Shui the most. The newly opened Xifeng City in Butai City is selling well, which means that the location is good and the Feng Shui is good. I thought it was a mass grave or a grave.
It is the former Feng Shui treasure land.
Abbot Gu Zhen brought everyone to a private room. Although it was very simple, it was just a bed, a table, and a few chairs, but it was all antique mahogany. It looked very valuable, but what was even more surprising was that it even installed it.
Withered.
This is a bit abrupt.
This monk also needs air conditioning.
It seems that I am biased.
The stool was very hard, and it was uncomfortable to sit and had no backrest. Chu Yang crossed his legs and felt it was inappropriate. He quickly put it down. Huang Ling saw everywhere and looked around, and felt nothing special.
I was impatient and went out to play.
However, my mother was pressed down and sat aside, and could only pout.
There were some side dishes on the table, mainly vegetarian.
The abbot made tea himself, poured a cup for Uncle Huang first, and then looked apologized: "Please have tea, it's not good, so please forgive me."
When you have tea, you are quite particular about speaking.
Uncle Huang picked up and drank a cup, and said with a doting look on his face: "Where is this? This is the best green glaze tea with the morning dew water, which makes it very comfortable to drink. Abbot, you are really polite."
Abbot Gu Zhen then smiled slightly: "It's rare to be able to enter the mouth of Comrade Huang City." He quickly got up and poured a cup for Chu Yang and others.
Chu Yang had no good feelings for tea and only liked carbonated drinks. But after hearing what he said was so mysterious, he had to take a sip and found it was so bitter. I don’t know how Uncle Huang could bear it, but he swallowed it with difficulty.
Huang Ling took a sip and vomited it directly on the ground: "It's so bad, it's so bitter."
Aunt Huang grabbed her and scolded her: "I am ignorant, I can't vomit if I don't like to drink."
Master Gu Zhen just laughed dryly: "It's okay, kids, this tea is about the state of mind. Only by calmness can you drink the mystery."
Chu Yang thought to himself that he was so amazing, just fool me.
Uncle Huang felt that he agreed, so he took another sip and looked at the surrounding environment: "Last time I came, it seemed like this room was still the same, but there was no air conditioner last time."
Abbot Gu Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, Comrade Huang hasn't been here for more than a year. Last time you said it was hot, I immediately asked someone to add an empty one."
Uncle Huang also apologized slightly: "Haha, there is no way, I'm plagued by official duties. Last time I came to the abbot to give me some advice, so that I could get what I want and go further. I have always wanted to thank me, but I have never had time."
Abbot Gu Zhen clasped his hands together: "Amitabha! I can't talk about the guidance. I just gave you some advice. What I could realize in the end depends on your own fortune and understanding. But Comrade Huang City, you have a fate with my Buddha.
Of course, I can get the blessing of the Buddha."
Chu Yang sat aside and finally heard some smell. A year ago, Uncle Huang was still the deputy at that time. He probably came here to ask for Buddha's blessing, and finally got what he wanted to be the leader, so he was grateful for it.
Aunt Huang also continued: "We still want to go and worship today. Can we arrange it?"
It seems that Aunt Huang is more superstitious than Uncle Huang. Her expression is much more pious and she speaks cautiously. However, people of their age seem to be particularly superstitious. Chu Yang's parents are the same. Something happened, for example
When I was sick, I didn’t go to buy medicine first, but to ask the village witch.
It's also weird.
"Of course, take a break, I will ask someone to arrange incense, candle and ingots for you." The abbot got up and went leisurely, with a smile on his lips.
Seeing that the abbot was not there, Huang Ling finally became impatient and began to shake his body to resist: "My parents, I'm going out to play, I'm suffocating here."
Uncle Huang turned around and said impatiently: "If you want to go, go, don't run around." When she arrived at this temple, she was not afraid of her daughter's fault.
"I want Brother Chu Yang to accompany me." Huang Ling grabbed Chu Yang's arm again.
"Brother Chu Yang is not crazy with you." Aunt Huang sank again.
"Uncle and Auntie, I'll play with Huang Ling. I don't understand this kind of worship of Buddha or something." Chu Yang actually didn't want to stay here, so he was suffocated. The abbot also had a businessman's face everywhere, not at all.
The appearance of a monk.
Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang have no choice but to go.
Huang Ling was like a woman like the wind, shuttled through the major Buddhist halls, and Chu Yang followed her with great effort.
She can be a little bitch and big, not afraid of anything, and even dares to offer the fruits to Buddha, but she doesn't eat them. She just picks them up and smells them, put them back, and then comes to a big cauldron, extremely excited
, ran over and hammered it with your hands for a few rounds.
Unfortunately, his power was too small and he could not make any sound. He squatted down and held his hand in pain.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yang asked her.
"What's wrong with you? Your hand hurts so much."
"Are you stupid? Ring the bell with your hands?" Chu Yang smiled.
"There is any way, it won't give me a hammer."
"Haha, I'm convinced."
"You are still laughing at me, you are too much." Huang Ling ran away again with anger.
Finally, she stopped under a wishing tree. The tree was covered with red tape. Many tourists went there to get the tape, and then wrote down their wishes and hung them on the tree. It was OK.
Get blessings.
Chu Yang walked to her side, looking at her serious expression and sincere eyes, as if she was expecting something.
"Do you want to make a wish?" Chu Yang asked.
"Well, I want to make a wish." Huang Ling hurried over there to ask the little monk about the red belt, but the little monk said, "Please get along with merit box."
Huang Ling didn't understand what it meant and looked at Chu Yang in a daze.
"I ask you to pay for it." Chu Yang replied.
"How much do I give me? I only have 50 cents." Huang Ling replied.
"It's okay to have more or less, this is not written: more fate, less fate is all fate, and all fate is fate."
"Then I'll give you a cent. If you have a sincere heart, you will be more virtuous." Huang Ling took out the 50 cents, but in the end he was reluctant to let it go, so he threw only one cent in, turned around and smiled at Chu Yang.
The little monk immediately had a bad face, but probably had never seen such a shameless person, and said like coaxing the little girl: "How much does this mean that your sincerity is insufficient, and your wish is difficult to realize."
Haha this is too much.
"It's okay, my wish is not in a hurry to come true." But Huang Ling didn't care about him at all, and directly took Hongbu and ran away with joy.
Chu Yang originally wanted to see what she wanted to write, but she kept asking Chu Yang to walk away and didn't show it to Chu Yang at all.
Chu Yang had no choice but to wait for her outside.
After she got married, Chu Yang wanted to go back and take a look, but she blushed and pulled Chu Yang away.
"No, no, no."
But Chu Yang remembers that location, that red cloth.
This time Huang Ling ran away without direction and ran directly to the innermost point.
Huang Ling saw the small attic on the mountain and climbed up to take a look on a whim.
Seeing that there were no people here, Chu Yang didn't know if it was a Buddhist magistrate, but he couldn't stop her, so he followed her up.
There is actually nothing above, just a small ruined loft, and there is no one.
Huang Ling was a little bored and wanted to walk downstairs.
Suddenly he tripped by the threshold, but Chu Yang hugged her quickly.
The soft fragrance enters the arms.
Huang Ling looked up and saw Chu Yang's concerned eyes and that handsome and resolute face.
Both of them were stunned when they looked at each other at such close distance.
Huang Ling's big eyes, small Yao nose, and sexy lips were all in front of Chu Yang's eyes.
Huang Ling's eyes also flashed a little, her delicate face turned red and red, directly red to the base of her neck. Her body looked like a snake, and she had become extremely soft, and she was breathing like an orchid!
Huang Ling wore a breathable mountaineering suit today, almost always close to her, so Chu Yang hugged her and could clearly feel her figure and she had indeed grown up.
Huang Ling remembered the red cloth he had made a wish just now and looked at it quickly. No one happened to come up. So he directly pressed it on Chu Yang's lips regardless of everything.
Chu Yang was a little surprised and wanted to hide.
But Huang Ling's full lips are softer and slipperier than ordinary girls.
And this place seems particularly exciting.
So the two of them started kissing passionately.
If it wasn't enough, there would be footsteps that woke the two people who were doing bad things.
The two bounced away, and Huang Ling was the first to run down.
The strong sense of shame made her afraid to see anyone.
It was almost time to go down the mountain, and Abbot Gu Zhen came over to deliver it: "Thank you Huang Shi for giving generously to the money and adding bricks to our temple." After that, he bowed.
"The abbot is so serious, I'm just here to repay my kindness." Chu Yang then realized that Uncle Huang had promised to donate a set of bricks and tiles to repair the temple. I don't know how much it costs. I heard that each brick would write your name and you can report it.
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After walking a few more steps, it was about five o'clock. At this time, Huang Ling's bell and drums just now, he made five sounds of DuangDuang, which attracted Huang Ling's attention. She didn't ring just now, and she was indignant.
Abbot Gu Zhen said: "Morning bells and evening drums are the tradition of our temple, but this drum is too old, the skin is a little softer and the sound is not crisp."
Uncle Huang asked: "How much does it cost to re-install a set of bells and drums?"
Abbot Gu Zhen pretended not to expect Uncle Huang to ask this question. He panicked and hesitated for a while before saying, "Well, it's about 20,000 yuan, but donor Huang doesn't need to spend money."
Uncle Huang said to Abbot Gu Zhen: "I don't care enough about religious work, so I can only spend some thought on this."
"That's thank you. Actually, I hope the government can pay more attention to the tourism development here and carry forward our Buddhist culture in Brahma. If a city does not pay attention to cultural construction, it will have no future in the long run."
Uncle Huang nodded and said to Abbot Gu Zhen: "I agree with this. I will study it after I go back. It is my mission to vigorously develop local culture and revitalize tourism. You can also report to the Religious Bureau yourself, and through the Religious Bureau, to the city.
The government will report it.”
"Okay." Abbot Gu Zhen said obediently.
For some reason, Chu Yang smelled a strong smell of copper.