Yu Yu came over, leaned over and whispered a few words in Wang Xiangji's ear: "Chief, Sister Xia called again and wants to come over to reunite with you. Do you think...?"
Wang Xiangjie is one of those people whose face gets paler the more he drinks. He is full of joy and anger. When he heard Yu Yu's words, he frowned and said, "Just say I have guests and don't have time."
At such a distance, Zhu Tong could hear everything clearly with his sensitive hearing, but he pretended not to hear anything. He took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of salted radish, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Less than retreating, Wang Xiangjian's good spirits ended here.
Sister Xia, isn't she Nurse Xia? The relationship between Wang Xiangji and her seems to be very tense. Nurse Xia wants to repair the marriage. Is it her own initiative or Jiang Xiaoyu's fault? Such a couple is interesting.
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"Dr. Li, are you familiar with Phoenix?" Wang Xiangjian interrupted Zhu Tong's speculation.
"I'm not very familiar with it. I've been going there more in the past few years. You know, we Chinese medicine practitioners need good herbal medicines. Xiangxi has beautiful mountains and rivers and is far away from pollution. Nowadays, good medicinal materials may only be found in those remote places. Still
There is Miao medicine, which is a very miraculous medical skill. Every time you go to Xiangxi, you will gain something, so go there more often."
"Oh, it's better to be a doctor." Wang Xiangjian said in a low voice, raised his head and asked, "Does Dr. Li have any friends in Phoenix?"
The wind blew, a few floating clouds covered the moon, and there was a faint smell of the sea in the air; the lanterns under the flower stands lit up.
Is this the main reason for today's meeting? Zhu Tong smiled casually: "I had a few friends who were not familiar with the terrain in the mountains when we first went there, so we hired a guide. He introduced me to those friends.
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"Have you been to the mountains?"
"How can you not go into the mountains to collect medicine?" Zhu Tong pretended to be surprised; "I go into the mountains once or twice every year; now I am familiar with it and I basically don't need a guide."
"That Miao girl is also your friend?" Wang Xiangjian asked about a flower he had seen once in Tianwang Temple.
"Yeah, but I'm not very familiar with it." Zhu Tong took a sip from the wine bowl and looked at Wang Xiangji calmly with his eyes squinted behind his glasses. Eyes are the place where secrets are most likely to be revealed, so even though the little liar has good eyes, he still has to keep
Wear a pair of glasses; be even more careful when dealing with an expert like Wang Xiangji.
Wang Xiangjian's eyes dimmed: "If she is your girlfriend, you must cherish her."
"She is just a casual friend. I have a girlfriend." Zhu Tong carefully picked it out, not wanting Wang Xiangji to have any misunderstandings. He was not sure whether Wang Xiangji recognized Duohua as his daughter, and he did not want to be regarded as a prospective son-in-law by Wang Xiangji.
"I have lived in Phoenix City for several years. At that time, I had just graduated from the military academy and was training in the army. It is better to be young; the Miao people have a special preference for butterflies. They believe that butterflies are the mother of all things. There is a Miao folk song, which is very
It sounds nice, and it probably means: The butterfly mother fell in love with the wind god and laid twelve eggs, and the phoenix bird flew to hatch them; the first egg hatched the ancestors of mankind, and the remaining eggs hatched out of dragons and snakes, and some hatched out.
The sun and the moon hatch out hundreds of beasts..."
Zhu Tong had never heard of this legend, and when he was wondering if Aunt Die had told it to him, Wang Xiangjian had already told it.
"When I was young, I met a Miao girl in Phoenix City, and she sang this story. More than ten years have passed, and in the past few years, I have often thought of that time; life should be simpler."
"No wonder we met in Phoenix City." Zhu Tong echoed. Is life simple? Is Wang Xiangjian's life simple?
"Dr. Li, when you were collecting medicine in the mountains of western Hunan, did you meet any interesting people?"
"The Miao people are very nice. I have met many of them."
"Have you ever seen a...butterfly fairy?" Wang Xiangjian looked at him slightly nervously.
"Butterfly Fairy? No, I always go to Xiangxi to collect herbs in winter." Butterfly Fairy, if he is talking about Auntie Die, it proves that Wang Xiangji has a deep affection for Auntie Die and has deified her in his memory. However, Zhu Tong
I'm still dodging, I'm really not sure.
"Oh, the spring and summer in western Hunan are more beautiful." Wang Xiangjian sighed in disappointment.
Zhu Tong has been to the Butterfly Cave, and Auntie Die, surrounded by thousands of colorful butterflies, really looks like the Butterfly Fairy. If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place? Without him, Auntie Die would not be where she is today with Duohua.
Zhu Tong was wrong. It took him an hour to realize that Wang Xiangji had no idea that he had a daughter. The time spent with Aunt Die was a wonderful and exciting affair for him.
"Chief, Master Chuansu has arrived." Yu Yu hurried over to announce.
"Oh, let him come." Wang Xiangjian looked at his watch; "You go and wait outside, Mr. Lan will be here soon; he is always on time, if he arrives, just bring him in."
Zhu Tong has met Master Chuansu, and it can be said that Zhao Yongbing died indirectly in his hands; however, who is Young Master Lan? Could it be Lan Zhanjiang? Zhu Tong has always felt strange about the four chairs next to the table, and now only
He knew that Wang Xiangjie was not the only guest today; it was just that he was arranged to meet one hour in advance.
"It's hard to have a free day today. I've been out during the Spring Festival. But I still have to meet my friends. Master Chuansu is very influential in Southeast Asia and has profound Buddhist cultivation. Mr. Li, don't be restrained and do whatever you want. He keeps the precepts and doesn't
Even if you drink alcohol, you won’t get the smell of meat, and it’s said that you won’t eat after lunch.”
While Wang Xiangjian was talking, two young men came over, removed the food and wine from the table, and presented a purple clay tea set and several plates of dried fruits.
"Amitabha, I am very pleased that the benefactor remains as charming as ever. Now that we are reunited, we can have a chat with the benefactor and have a good time."
Zhu Tongxun looked at the voice and saw that it was indeed the monk who was chanting sutras in Zhao Yongbing's ward. He was wearing a cotton monk's robe, with a smile on his face and clear eyes, holding Buddha beads in his hand. Looking at his appearance, he really looked like an eminent monk from outside the world.
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"Hello, Master Chuansu. This is not disrespectful. I have been busy with my affairs recently and have never had time to listen to the master's lectures on Buddhism and Taoism. Today, during the Lantern Festival, I got together with a few friends. I need the master to light up the lamp of our hearts for those of us who are lost.
Come, let me introduce to you, this is Dr. Li, a Chinese medicine practitioner, a very capable young man; you should know Master Chuansu, right?"
"I've admired Master Chuansu for a long time. How could I not know his name? They say it's better to hear each other than to meet each other. Only when you see Master Chuansu's demeanor can you know what a master is." Zhu Tong stood up and followed Wang Xiangjie, talking to Chuansu.
Smiling and chatting.
Chuansu also recognized Zhu Tong and knew that he was Zhao Yongbing's doctor. He was a guilty conscience, and his tricks could deceive outsiders. The doctor knew the patient's condition best, so he couldn't help but look a little uncomfortable, and his aura was a little weaker.
But Zhu Tong would not be so puzzled about the accident, and he still had to give him the face he deserved: "Where did the master always practice Buddhism? Li had read several of the master's books and felt the same physically and mentally. He did not expect to meet Mr. Wang this time.
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Hearing what Zhu Tong said, Chuan Su thought that Zhu Tong had not recognized him, so he relaxed and clasped his hands together and said: "A poor monk worships the Buddha with his heart, and there is no Taoist temple."
"Mr. Li, Master Chuansu is the most opposed to temples accepting monetary donations; the master promotes Buddhism by writing books, releasing CDs, the Internet, and television stations, and does not need those secular things; Master Chuansu, am I right?
"Wang Xiang frame asked the two of them to sit down, poured tea, and roughly introduced the background of Chuan Su to Zhu Tong.
"Amitabha. With Buddha in your heart, you are at home everywhere; this is the way a monk should practice. Guarding a clay puppet in a magnificent hall only increases your worries. What a monk should learn is the Buddha's compassionate heart of caring for the world.
, use your own meager power to do more for all sentient beings. It can eliminate a trace of sin and save a life, which is better than building a few pagodas and Buddha statues. Good tea."
Chuan Su said, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
Zhu Tong nodded slightly. If he had not seen another of his performances in the hospital, he might have thought that Chuan Su was really an eminent monk who cared about all living beings. But this theory, which did not require a monastery, sounded much better than other monks.
The sound of footsteps came again, and the person following Yu Yu was indeed the representative of the third grade blue stone, Lan Zhanjiang.
After some polite introductions, and after sitting down again, Zhu Tong learned about Lan Zhanjiang's other identity: director of Longbang Bank in Switzerland, and chairman of the board of directors of Longbang International Financial Investment Co., Ltd. in Singapore.
Unexpectedly, Lan Zhanjiang's first words after he sat down solved Zhu Tong's doubts about Master Chuansu.
"Master Chuan Su's style remains the same. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Wang here again. Three days ago, the board of directors of Longbang International discussed the master's suggestion and decided to donate 9 million to your Su Shanxing Foundation. I hope the master will use the money."
On charity in the mountainous areas of western Guizhou.”
"Amitabha, you are so good. Donor Lan, don't worry. Chuansu thanks you on behalf of those poor children." Chuansu said with joy on his face and clasped his hands to express his thanks.
"But, please forgive Master Chuansu, our director has a small request." After Lan Zhanjiang sat upright and received the gift, he said something that made Chuansu a little embarrassed; "This money must all be used to help the poor.
, some people say that the financial expenses of the Su Shan Xing Foundation are too high, and more than 30% of the donations have been wasted. I hope this is a rumor. If the master is in trouble and has no time to take care of these small things, Longbang International can provide senior people as volunteers.
, taking care of financial matters for Su Shan Xing Foundation for free.”
The eminent monk is an eminent monk. Master Chuansu's profound Buddhist cultivation enabled him to survive the embarrassment smoothly and smoothly dismissed Lan Zhanjiang's suggestion: "It's time to pay attention, Amitabha, the lay people also have good intentions, and are afraid that these donations will be defrauded."
Zhu Tong smiled and exchanged glances with Wang Xiangjie, knowing in his heart that the foundation of the so-called Chuansu master must have many hidden tricks. Lan Zhanjiang is a professional and cannot be deceived. Zhu Tong wondered why Long
Bang International wants to donate money to Chuansu, but as far as he knows, the representative of the third-grade blue stone will not be so generous.
And Wang Xiangjie, is it intentional or unintentional to bring these people together at this time?