As the evening approached, Zhong Yue sat on the futon in the Main Hall.

Tourists have left one after another. After five o'clock in the afternoon, tourists are not allowed to stay in the temple. The two monks in the temple were not found. They heard that they were going out to do business, so Zhong Yue waited until now.

Director Yang stepped into the hall gate, "Mr. Zhong, why don't we come here again someday?"

"No, I'll just wait here."

Director Yang has already had several pots of food, and Abbot Ren Huikong is also busy with work and can't stay in the abbot's room all the time.

"Then I'll leave first, I'll help you find out in those religious documents."

"Thank you."

"It should be." Director Yang held the briefcase and wanted to say, don't hold too much hope. However, looking at Zhong Yue's persistent look, he sighed again, turned around and left. It's still easy to say in nearly twenty years, but it's been sixty or seventy years, who remembers it?

Director Yang shook his head and left.

Zhong Yue looked up at the huge silver-wounded Buddha. It was not as golden as the Sakyamuni in ordinary Buddhist temples, nor was it carved very exquisitely, but it gave people the feeling that it was very steady.

Fifteen tons of sterling silver are indeed stable enough.

The little shaman looked at Zhong Yue sitting on the futon, and took the whisk and cleaned a few cases beside him. After one day, there were more footprints of pilgrims in the palace, so he naturally had to clean the side.

The novice monk in the green robe saw a monk walking in and walked over.

"Master, who is this? The abbot canceled the evening class for him?"

"The pure land of Buddhism is originally intended to resolve the sufferings of sentient beings. This donor kowtowed in front of the Buddha, so of course we must understand him."

"But he was sitting."

The middle-aged monk glared at the novice monk and said, "Another arguing with the master?"

"Master, I'm wrong..."

"Go and wipe the railing inside and out."

"oh."

...

"Donor, the vegetarian dishes are ready. Please come with me, should you eat something?"

Zhong Yue turned around and looked up and said, "I'm not hungry."

"How come you are not hungry? It's almost six o'clock."

Zhong Yue sighed, "Have you both teachers not come back yet?"

"I've called and I'm back soon."

"Then I'll wait a little longer, you don't have to worry about me."

"The donor will do it."

Now, Zhong Yue was the only one left in the Buddhist temple.

The two eternal lamps in front of the Buddha were dancing with candles. The middle-aged monk walked over, picked up the wick with bamboo strips, then clasped his hands and blew a Buddhist ceremony, and left straight away.

"Buddha, tell me who it is?"

There was a silence in the hall.

The eighteen Arhats on both sides sat quietly, and Zhong Yue sighed.

He also knew that the Buddha would not tell him the answer. I am afraid there would be no clues there. I can only expect Qin Hai to recall something more, and then the two old monks who were still rushing back to the temple could know something.

Otherwise, the long river of time would be long, and Zhong Yue was afraid of finding nothing.

Time seems to be still.

Although it was early spring, the wind was still very cold when it came in.

The beginning of this year gave Zhong Yue a sense of comfort with accumulated strength, but now, it seems that he is trapped in a quagmire again.

Compared to calligraphy, Zhong Yue felt that it was more meaningful to cure Huang Youwei.

"Tell me!" Zhong Yue looked up at the Buddha.

This is an irrespectful gesture.

There was still silent in the Buddhist temple, only Zhong Yue's somewhat anxious voice.

"Tell me! Aren't you helping the suffering? Can't you even do this? He will always be by your side, you can't know it!"

If the Buddha could speak, this great Buddha might say, "Brother, you found the wrong person. I just came last year..."

However, Zhong Yue didn't think about these things, and his heart had never been so heavy.

node.

Even if it is the two days of the Buddha Bathing Festival and the Ullambana Festival, based on Qin Hai's age, how long ago was it?

Fifty years ago?

Or sixty years ago?

"Buddha, let me say it!"

There was still no answer in the hall.

"You sit here and receive incense, have you ever felt a little pity? Say, tell me!"

Zhong Yue's roar resounded throughout the hall!

The monks outside rushed over to hear the sound, but seemed to have received some instructions, and then dispersed and returned to the meditation room.

If someone dared to make such a loud noise in the temple on a normal basis, he would have been expelled from the temple long ago.

In the attic behind the right side of the palace, Zhong Yue's roar could still be heard in the corridor.

Ouyang Ming smoked and murmured: "Brother Yue, why bother with this?"

The little shaman on the side said nervously: "Donor, open fire is strictly prohibited in the Zen room."

"Is this fire? This is smoke!"

"Donor Ouyang, smoking is prohibited here." The abbot stood beside Ouyang Ming at some point.

Ouyang Ming stepped on the cigarette butt and smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry."

If it weren't for Ouyang Kaishan's original donation, Huikong would have driven these two young people out of the temple.

"Zhong Duke is so talented in calligraphy, why doesn't he have any Buddha nature?"

"ah?"

Abbot Huikong sighed and said, "All sentient beings suffer, and they have reached the Pure Land early. For that girl, it may be a good result."

Ouyang Ming's eyelids twitched.

"Zhiming, go outside the mountain gate to take a look. It's time for the two teachers and uncles to come back."

"Yes, abbot."

When Ouyang Ming saw the middle-aged monk leaving, he handed a card to Abbot Huikong, "It has disturbed the masters' evening class, which is not respectful."

Huikong pushed it away, "This is the outspoken."

"Please accept it, abbot. Just treat the incense money donated to the temple by my brother." Ouyang Ming was not like converting to my Buddha, but he was worried that Zhong Yue would do something extreme later. I hope he would not give the Buddhist temple a little, otherwise he would not be able to stop the scene.

Abbot Huikong held the card and was a little amused, "Mr. Ouyang and you are so kind. May the donor Ouyang's family be happy and safe when entering and leaving. These hand beads are my own belongings. They have been shining in Putuo Mountain, and they can bless the donor."

Ouyang Ming looked at the string of Buddhist beads, and it seemed inappropriate if he didn't collect them, but he was not used to carrying these hand beads.

"Then thank you, Master."

"I will go to bed first. When the two uncles come back, there will naturally be someone to entertain you."

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Okay, there is no password for the card, don't worry, abbot."

"Amitabha."

Ouyang Ming was playing with the beads, looking at the departure Abbot Huikong, weighed the Buddhist beads in his hand, and sighed. Buy a beads for 100,000 yuan, alas...

Zhong Yue in the hall had already stood up. He wished he had not gone to find Qin Hai at this time, so why did he let him know about this? He knew, but was powerless. What a cruel thing!

"Buddha, say it!"

Buzz!

A big bell came leisurely from a distance, and Zhong Yue looked up at the Buddha.
Chapter completed!