Temple No. 9

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  The young man who followed Zhan Wing's side seemed to have seen the discomfort in his heart, turned his head and said very sincerely: "Sir, you must not be blinded by the worldly scenes here. In fact, the high monks of our Golden Light Temple are genuine goods, as long as you meet with the high monk, you will know that it is worth the price."

  "Hmm... alright, let's hurry up and go in then. Do we need to make any other preparations before meeting your high monk?" Zhan Yi didn't expect the young man to introduce the high monk as if he were a commodity, and although his tone was sincere, it still made him look down on that so-called high monk even more.

  "You don't need to prepare anything, just pay me 1,000 yuan as a calculation fee, and I can arrange for you to understand everything about your past life and this life. All the disasters in your life will be resolved." The young man shook his head vigorously and said lightly.

  "What, a thousand yuan? That's too expensive. I think I'll just forget about the future and take a stroll around the temple instead." Zhan Yi was taken aback for a moment, then forced himself to suppress his urge to punch the young man in the face, and said nonchalantly.

  Swindler, a complete swindler. He followed his grandfather since he was young and listened to his fortune-telling for people. According to his grandfather, except for those who truly master the art of divination, ordinary fortune tellers only know about the five elements and directions, whether there is good luck or wealth in one's destiny, and things like changing one's fate are impossible. Moreover, his grandfather also made a lot of money by taking advantage of people's desire to change their fate, so Xianyi doesn't believe in expensive fortune-telling at all.

  "Sir, don't refuse so quickly, let's walk and talk, actually, I have the right to give you a discount, how about 888 yuan? It's auspicious. The young man looked at Xuan Yi and immediately refused without thinking, knowing that he might be asking for too much, and immediately changed his tone to a negotiating one."

  "That eighty-eighty-eight wouldn't be better, I think I'll just forget about the calculation." Zhan Yi followed the young man into the temple, while secretly regretting in his heart why he had bought his ticket. One hundred yuan was a waste, although this money came from Xuan Ming and didn't require much effort, but for someone who was used to living a poor life like him, it still stung a bit.

  "Sir, that's where you're wrong. As the saying goes, 'sincerity moves heaven'. You offer over 80 yuan, how can that express your sincerity? However, seeing that you have a sincere heart, why don't we both compromise? 698 yuan is already the biggest concession I can make within my authority. Not only will 698 bring you wealth, but also long-term prosperity. What do you think?" The young man still seemed somewhat unwilling to give up and muttered under his breath.

  He didn't think he would encounter such a freak. If he hadn't understood these things since childhood, he might have been deceived by him. Now, no matter what, he wouldn't follow him to see some high-ranking monk. Six or seven hundred yuan was enough for him to stay in a hotel for half a month. However, he didn't immediately refuse the other party. Since the ticket had already been bought, they would still go inside the temple and take a look around. He just smiled lightly: "Let's talk about it later, let's visit the temple first."

  "Ah, sir, don't worry, you'll see how magnificent and grand our temple is in a moment. Let me tell you, our temple has a history of thousands of years..." The young man listened intently, his eyes lighting up with excitement, nodding vigorously before launching into a non-stop speech.

  But the more he listened, the bigger it got, and later on, what he said was simply like telling a myth, as if this temple was really the birthplace of the true Buddha. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dizziness from the bottom of his heart.

  However, the scenery of Jinguang Temple is also very good, especially the giant Buddha statues in the Daxiong Baodian, including the Western Pure Land Tathagata, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Maitreya, Arhat, and Zunzhe, each with a dignified appearance. Together with the chanting sounds from the nearby courtyard, it makes people feel as if they have really arrived in the Western Pure Land.

  After walking for about twenty minutes, the two of them arrived at a corner behind the temple. Xianyi found that this place seemed different from others, very quiet. Except for a Zen house surrounded by pine trees on the side of the road, there were no tourists at all. The young man following him also stopped in his tracks and stared straight at the Zen house without explaining anything. His face even changed to a solemn and respectful expression.

  This made Xianyi somewhat puzzled, and he also raised his head to look towards the Zen house. The Zen house was about 100 square meters in size, with a completely ancient architectural style. On the front door, there was a horizontal plaque with two large characters written in a dragon-and-phoenix dancing script: "Xianyun".

  Looking at the two large characters, the font is floating and ethereal, giving people a very strange feeling, as if they have really become a white cloud, forgetting all their worries.

  After a while, the young man next to him pulled him and shook him several times: "Sir, don't be dizzy, how is it? Are you infected by the special atmosphere here? I'll tell you, the high monk who lives in this house is the one I told you about. As long as you are willing to pay 698 yuan for the calculation fee, I can arrange it for you."

  "Hey, can't you stop mentioning money? It's really ruining the mood. You know how tacky it sounds to bring up money in a place like this? Do you know how disrespectful it is to Buddha? Do you know how harmful this behavior is to society?"

  Zhan Yi's good mood was completely ruined by the young man's words, and he couldn't help but unleash his preachy side. He lectured the young man on everything from social reality to moral construction, and from life ideals to Buddhist faith. The young man was left sweating bullets, eyes wide with shock.

  "Sir, I was wrong. Don't say anything else. Even if you don't want to ask for forgiveness, it's not necessary to say that I'm completely useless, do you know that everything I've done is for your own good?" The young man looked at Xianyi with a self-righteous expression and finally reacted, his face flashing with extreme pain before he hastily interrupted him.

  "Alas... why can't you understand what I'm saying? Why won't you admit your mistakes? Is this how you treat society? The Buddhas here? Your own conscience?..." Zhan Yi didn't expect the young man to be so cunning, and suddenly felt that his tone wasn't severe enough, continuing with a heavy heart.

  "Stop, sir. Since you don't want to ask for directions, let's just hurry up and go somewhere else." The young man listened as Xianyi was about to start again, his facial expression finally changed to fear, gritted his teeth and said resolutely.

  Zhan Yi looked at the young man's desperate expression and finally nodded slightly: "Hmm, okay, I was thinking of staying a bit longer anyway."

  The young man rolled his eyes in annoyance and ignored him, the two were about to leave when suddenly a hoarse voice came from the Zen room: "Young donor, wait, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

  The two heard the sound of footsteps and stopped, then turned their heads to look at the Chan room. The door of the Chan room opened, and a young monk about 13 or 14 years old walked out slowly and came to the front of the two people. He said to the young man: "Younger brother, Master asks you to come to the Chan room for a chat."

  Zhan Yi listened to Xiao Shami's words and was slightly stunned, carefully looking at him for a moment. He found that Xiao Shami had red lips and white teeth, with an innocent appearance, but he really couldn't understand why he would call the young man beside him "Shidi" (younger brother). Could it be that they were in cahoots, trying to scam his money?

  But soon he felt something was wrong. He hadn't told the young man his name, so how did this little monk know that his surname was Zhan?

  It was the young man beside him who, after hearing Xia Shami's words, blushed slightly and smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, Master Brother, I actually wanted to let Zhan Shizhu enter too."

  This is even more inexplicable, this young man actually knows his surname is Zhan, what's going on here, did their master really predict that he would come here and intentionally let the young man find him, but why did the young man ask for money from him?

  The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He finally couldn't help but turn his head to the young man and say: "Dude, what are you guys doing? How did you know my surname is Zhan?"

  "Hehe, sir, no need to be surprised. Actually, we not only know your surname is Zhan, but also that your name is Zhan Yi. I was sent by my master today to pick you up from the mountain." The young man said with a mysterious smile.

  "Then you still want money from me? That's too much. " Zhan Yi heard that it was just as he had imagined, although it was a bit unbelievable, but he also knew that he might have met a real master.

  "This... is just to make a living, please understand. Let's go to the Zen room and talk, my master has been waiting for you for a long time." The young man's tone paused, as if he hadn't expected Zhan Yi to expose his secrets, and quickly changed the subject.

  "Alas... do you think this is fair to your master? Fair to me? You're not young anymore......" Zhan Yi didn't object upon hearing this, but instead began lecturing the young man as he walked towards the Chan room.

  His expression of saving all living beings, combined with his generous and stirring tone, can be said to have driven people to urinate. The young monks' faces turned pale as they hastily ran into the Chan hall without even pulling him along.

  "Hey, you two shouldn't run like that. It's not moral and it's irresponsible..."

  He spoke as he went, hastening his pace to catch up, until he suddenly entered the Chan room. He had intended to continue speaking, but when he saw the old monk sitting on the meditation cushion at the entrance, his words came to a halt.

  This old monk is quite extraordinary, with snow-white eyebrows that are several inches long and drooping to the corners of his mouth. The nine incense marks on his shiny forehead seem to be emitting a faint golden light. His tightly closed eyes match his plump face, making him look like a high-ranking monk who has attained enlightenment.

  But what surprised him even more was that the old monk held a purple wooden fish in his hand, and with light knocks, the sound seemed to penetrate deep into his brain, making him feel calm as water, as if he had suddenly entered the world of Buddha.