.It turns out that there are six strings, so one string should be on Li Tingting's wrist.

So, I didn't ask her, but was just occupied by the strange monk.

"Shi Lei, I always want to tell you, but when I see you, I can't remember it. There are only five strings on the head of the bed, and one string I took away by myself. I have been wearing them on my wrist. You won't blame me, right?"

Li Tingting's words woke me up from my thoughts, and I quickly replied, "Oh, it's okay, you wear it..."

"Why did you suddenly remember this string of beads?"

I felt that it was impossible to tell her about this, so I did not answer her question, "Tingting, are everything okay in the United States?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, what about you? It seems like you are very unhappy with your tone..."

I smiled and said, "Ha, it's okay, then I won't tell you too much. I'll be relieved to know you are well. Study hard, I'm fine. I still have something to do here, so I'll hang up the phone!"

Li Tingting didn't say anything. She knew that I was like this. She would definitely hang up after hanging up the phone. So she said to me on the phone, "Okay, goodbye!"

I hung up the phone and stared at the five beads in my hand in a daze.

After a while, I made a decision, I would go to Qixia Temple to find the monk...

At this time, a message was prompted on the phone to enter. I opened the phone and saw that it was sent by Li Tingting.

The text message said, "I forgot to tell you just now that when the young monk appeared, the old monk in the hall called him uncle..."

I was stunned again. Although I didn’t know how old the old monk Li Tingting was, I guess there must be at least fifty or sixty or sixty to call him "old" monk? If Li Tingting doesn’t know the age of the nameless monk, then it’s wrong to see a person who is in his forties. But since I knew that the nameless monk was already in his forties, I would also call the monk in the hall a "old" monk. This is enough to prove that at least this monk is much older than the nameless monk. However, the old monk called the nameless monk the uncle?

Although it is not strange that a young master is a young master among these Buddhist sects. He happens to be the youngest junior brother of the old monk, which is indeed nothing strange. However, usually in this way, the master of this nameless monk would accept such a disciple because of the extremely high Buddha nature of the nameless monk...

Then, it seems that this nameless monk is really a high-ranking monk...

Perhaps, sometimes, these things like metaphysics really have to believe in evil. When the nameless monk saw me, he seemed to know all my feelings. Then, Li Tingting went to ask for a few red ropes, and he appeared at the right time, and knew clearly that Li Tingting must have a red rope to wear a string of Buddhist beads. In addition, when the nameless monk was separated from me, he mysteriously told me that one day he would meet me again...

I didn't hesitate. I turned over and rushed towards the gate, too lazy to wait for the elevator, and ran directly from the safe passage to the parking lot. Then I drove the car quickly towards Qixia Temple.

When we arrived at the mountain gate outside Qixia Temple, the ticket office at the door had been closed. We were obviously going to wait for the people inside to come out and we were going to finish work and go home.

I looked at the time and it was already five or forty, and Qixia Mountain was closed at six.

Without caring about so many, I rushed straight to the door.

The staff guarding the door naturally stopped me and said to me politely, "Sir, I'm sorry. It's too late now and the ticket sales have stopped. If you want to go up the mountain, please come again tomorrow."

I stopped, "I am going to see a master in Qixia Temple. Please give Tongrong Tongrong. I have something to do with that master."

The staff looked helpless and helpless to me, "I'm sorry, we're going to get off work. If you have any questions, please come back tomorrow, right? Please cooperate with our work."

"I can't wait for tomorrow. Or can I ask you to help me get in and notify the master?"

The staff laughed, "Sir, I said it. I'm really sorry. I don't know the masters in the temple. From your tone, it seems that you know them. There are also phone calls in the temple. Or you call and ask the master you mentioned to come out to pick you up, and I'll let you in again. What do you think?"

I don’t have the phone number of that master? Besides, I just said that the staff would come in and call me for someone, and I regretted it after saying that. I didn’t even know the master’s name. Even if the staff agreed, it would be useless. I can’t say that he was the uncle of the old monk in the hall, right? Who knows if the old monk in the hall was the one who came when Li Tingting came that day?

Seeing the staff's attitude, I knew he wouldn't let me in, but...

Just as I was wandering around and making trouble, I suddenly heard a voice.

"Amitabha, this donor, are you here to look for the little monk?"

Following the words, I looked up and looked back, but I saw the nameless monk standing in front of his chest with a smile on his face. There was a string of rosary hanging on the tiger's mouth. He stood behind me, and the other hand was carrying a yellow begging bag.

I looked happy, "Master..."

The nameless monk waved his hand and smiled and said to the staff member, "Donor, the little monk is polite. This Mr. Shi is a lay friend of the little monk. Do you think it can be convenient for him to enter with the little monk?"

The staff moved away from their bodies and said politely, "With the master's leadership, there is naturally no problem."

I followed the nameless monk and wanted to say something, but the nameless monk seemed to have eyes on his head. He waved his hand gently and signaled me not to speak.

But I am indeed very strange. How did he know that my surname is Shi? Could it be that he is really a Taoist monk? Living Buddha?

I clearly remember that when I met him last time, I didn’t talk to him about my surname. So, how did this monk know?

Following him, his back was already a little magical in my heart. Is there really a saying in this world that fortune tellers can know the other party’s situation through some superpowers and even predict some future events? Then won’t such people be invincible?

With a stomach full of doubt, I followed the nameless monk into the hall.

There was an old monk in his sixties in his sixties who was adding fuel to the lamp. When he saw us coming in, he bent down to salute, "Uncle Master..." The nameless monk in front of me gave a tribute, and the old monk gave me a smile. "Hello donor."

I smiled and nodded to him, "Hello Master." I also used both hands to clasp my chest, and then continued to follow the nameless monk inward.

The old monk seemed to think I was an old acquaintance, and there was no strange expression on his face. Seeing us passing through, he turned around and continued to add his lamp oil. I sighed in my heart that no matter what, at least this indifferent concentration was not simple. It effectively suppressed my curiosity.

When I walked to the backyard, the nameless monk took me to a meditation room. I looked at it and it was a two-in-one room. On the front of the room, there was an incense table, an incense burner on the table, and a futon in front of the table, which seemed to be a place for meditation. The room inside was separated by a layer of curtains, but it was probably a place for rest and sleep.

On the right side of the door is a small coffee table, and there is a wooden chair on each side of the coffee table.

"The donor sit first. The monk went in and put down the cloth bag."

The nameless monk greeted me. He lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room. I sat down as I said, looking inside the room, and there was nothing else.

In just three or two minutes, the unknown monk had already lifted the curtain and walked out, changed into a pair of shoes, but his clothes were still on his side and he walked out for a short monk's robe.

"Donor Shi, do you want to take a break in this meditation room or go to the yard?" The smile on the face of the unknown monk seemed to be carved, exactly the same as when I first met him.

"Let's have a walk...but I have a question to ask you first, how did you know my surname is Shi?"

The nameless monk smiled and reached out to open the door of the meditation room. He made a gesture of invitation, and waited until I stepped out of the threshold before saying, "Haha, don't be nervous, the monk has no ability to predict the future. The reason why he knew that your surname was Shi was because of a female donor named Li."

Only then did I realize that it was Li Tingting who told him during a conversation with the nameless monk when she came back.

"I haven't asked the Master's Dharma Number..."

"The little monk called it "The etiquette of etiquette..."

"Master Jieli, I've recently..."

Before I could finish speaking, Master Jieli had already stepped in front of me, and smiled and waved his hand to stop me, "No need to say more, the little monk knows a little bit..."

I was stunned, and my eyebrows jumped, "How do you know the master?"

Jie Li smiled and raised his hands, "The last time I saw the donor, I felt that the donor had a tangled eyebrows, as if there was something in his heart. In lay people, there are only two kinds of things, things or feelings. However, looking at the donor's demeanor, it is also obvious that the donor is a young man who is successful in his career. His career should be the time to be successful in his youth, so if he eliminates it, it must be a relationship entanglement..."

I couldn't help but admire the fact that although I don't believe in the things in the Buddhist scriptures, I have to admire the ability of monks to observe words and expressions. Or, it cannot be called observing words and expressions. It is a skill to judge a person's identity, behavior and other things from the various details of a person. This requires extremely strong observation and more careful answers.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Jie Li said again, "The donor must have been told by the little monk... Looking at the donor's current appearance, I guess the emotional problem has been solved, but there are still some things related to this that disturb the mind, right?"

"Master, let me say it clearly, what should I do?"

Jie Li laughed loudly, took a huge broom from the path and swept away a few leaves that were not many on the floor. "Please look, donor, although the season has not come, there are also leaves that have withered early... The leaves are not persistent, and when they fall, they are swept aside, but they are still connected to their mother body. What is the difference between this in the air and on the ground?"

I secretly thought about the words of the rituals, thinking about what he meant.

"What the master means is that if the leaf falls, it will eventually return to its roots. Everything has its own laws. Don't investigate too much in form?"

Jie Li waved his hand, "That's right, but not. The entanglement in the heart has its own causes. If there is a cause, there must be a result, but the fallen leaves may not have a cause. Maybe it is the wind, it may be natural aging, or it may be picked by man, and there are many other reasons. The leaves must return to their roots. But this human affairs may not return to their roots..."

The more I listened, the more confused I became. Why did I persuade me to let go of my rituals in the past, but now I seem to be trying to persuade me to continue and speed up my pace?

"Forgive me for being stupid and unable to understand the master's words..." I honestly said to Jieli.

Jie Li laughed again, then put the broom in his hand next to a water tank and leaned against it obliquely.

"It's not that I don't understand, but that it's useless... Haha... Donor. Please follow the monk..." After saying that, he waved to me and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

I was puzzled, but I still followed closely.

After leaving the courtyard, there is a slanted path leading to the mountain, but it is not the climbing road we usually see.

"Donor, although it's almost six o'clock, it's dark in summer. I'll let you climb to that pavilion and then return. Time should be too late?" Jie Li pointed to a pavilion on the mountain.

I visually measured the distance. It was about less than one kilometer. It was probably dark around seven o'clock, and there was still an hour left. It was enough to go back.

I nodded, "What the master said is that there should be no problem for me to respond once."

Jie Li nodded and pointed to a small incense burner next to him. The incense burner was only the size of a basin, and the base should look like twenty or thirty kilograms.

"What if the donor brought this incense burner up the mountain?"

I thought about it and probably went up the mountain with something weighing 20 or 30 kilograms. It was not a big problem. It was just that I could go down the mountain before dark because it was much more difficult to go down the mountain with a heavy object. Especially for things like incense burners that are not easy to pick up.

"If it's something that's easy to get, it's not a big problem."

Jie Li nodded again, and pointed his hand at a big stone next to him, "What if it's this stone?"

I looked at the big stone. First of all, the lower half of it was immersed in the mud and it was impossible to pull it out. Even if it was exposed outside, it was roughly estimated that this stone was 100 or 200 kilograms. It would be difficult for me to carry it, and it was almost impossible to carry it up the mountain.

So he honestly answered, "I'm afraid it won't work!"

Jie Li walked to the stone with a smile, stretched out his hand and pushed the stone. The stone moved, "Don't think that this stone is buried in the soil. In fact, it is just the edge in the soil. This stone is not as big as you imagine..."

Only then did I realize that I had taken a look, so I re-estimated the weight of the stone, which looked about seventy or eighty kilograms. It should be no problem to carry it up the mountain, but going down the mountain... I guess it won't work.

Although I was a little impatient with this question, I came to ask someone to answer the questions after all, so I still answered respectfully, "It's not a big problem to go up the mountain, but I'm afraid it won't work to go down the mountain..."

Jie Li smiled again, "But your purpose is just to go up the mountain, right?"

I felt a little moved in my heart, and I understood a little about the meaning of the ritual, "What the master means..."

Jieli waved his hand and took my words, "Think about it again, now put down all the incense burners and stones. Do the donor still remember the relic tower?" I couldn't help but nodded according to Jieli's words, "What if I asked the donor to take that relic tower up the mountain?"

I smiled bitterly and shook my head, "Even if I pick up that relic tower, I can't, let alone go up the mountain..."

"Then when you go back to the beginning, what if you go up the mountain with empty hands?"

After Jie Li finished speaking, his hands were hanging straight on both sides of his body, and the smile on his face was no longer visible. Instead, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and he looked at me with two crescent moons, and nodded softly with the sound of bells coming from the Zen temple.

"The master said that my purpose is just to reach the top of the mountain, not to carry an incense burner? What is the difference between this and what the Diamond Sutra says to let go? If I could let go, I wouldn't be so entangled today." After thinking for a while, I raised my head and looked at the precepts.

Jie Li raised his lips lightly, smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Actually you understand. The little monk has long said that the donor is a person with Buddha nature..."

"I remember that you usually say that a person has wisdom..."

Jie Li shook his head gently this time, "Wisdom root and Buddha nature are two different things, or one thing, but there are always some differences. I believe the donor will understand soon..."

"But the master still didn't answer my question. If I could let go, why should I do this?"

"I once traveled to Putuo, where there was a monk who was waiting for a order. I was also traveling here. I talked to him about Buddhist scriptures, and I was quite similar. I was tired until late at night, so I planned to go to bed. Before leaving, I remembered to ask him about the Dharma name. He told the little monk that his name was called Qiyan. My heart moved slightly, but he asked him to see it real..." Not to mention the Dharma name of Qiyan, I was a little stunned even when I heard the Dharma name of Qiyan. Where did monks call such Dharma name? Qiyan still continued, "At that time, Qiyan smiled and said, 'Do you think my Dharma name is not like the name of a monk? But what doesn't sound like may not be real, and it may not be intentional...' After hearing this, I was very touched. I felt deeply that my cultivation was still shallow, so I packed up my things overnight and rushed back to Qixia Temple."
Chapter completed!