"Thank you donor!"
The old monk was not polite. After all, the entire Qingliang Temple did not have much income now, not even the sesame oil money. The dilapidated mountain gate had not been repaired, so it still looked a bit dilapidated.
But he didn't put it away immediately, but continued to put it on the table without moving it.
Qingliang Temple is much worse than the last time I came here.
"By the way, Master, are you the only one in the entire temple?"
"Yes, in the entire Qingliang Temple last year's war, only Xiao Lao Na survived. Many disciples died tragically in front of Lao Na, but everything has passed."
When the master heard Zhang Tianhao mention this matter, his expression couldn't help but tremble. It was obvious that he was extremely uneasy inside, and he even looked at Zhang Tianhao with deep suspicion.
After all, saying such words to him early in the morning wouldn't expose wounds.
But he soon calmed down and took a deep breath, obviously suppressing the throbbing in his heart.
"All dharmas are empty, illusion is empty, emptiness is illusion, the four elements of monks are empty, and the disciples are just reaching bliss early."
Zhang Tianhao immediately bowed and said "Yinmituo Buddha".
"Guilty, sin, sin!"
The old monk immediately started reading it in his mouth, as if he really didn't want to mention this account.
"Donor, do you have anything else to do? If not, Lao Shi has other things to do, so I won't leave the donor much. As for the sesame oil money, please take it back."
"Master, you are wrong. Buddha is destined to be a person. Although I dare not say that I am a destined person, I still come with sincerity. After all, Master, all four elements are empty. However, there are some grudges that can never be erased or covered up."
Zhang Tianhao said calmly. Then he picked up the cup and took a sip, then slowly uttered a sentence.
"Some time ago, a French man from Mali came to your temple. He left something in your temple. I would like to ask if the master has seen it. I believe that monks do not lie."
"I'm sorry, donor, I really didn't see France or anything. After all, it's been a long time, and Lao Na's memory is not that good." The great monk immediately crossed the cross and said Altufo again.
"Master, it seems that you have really put down the blood feud with your temple. Even if the master said so, I don't want to say more, but if the master has put down the blood feud with your temple, all dharma will be empty, and all four elements will be empty. But as a Chinese, I
, we will never forget the blood feud of our 300,000 compatriots in Nanjing."
"As a Chinese, whether a monk or a monk, I think that in this land, whenever I think back to the master of your temple who fell in a pool of blood, when I think back to the 300,000 compatriots who fell in
In the blood bubbles, their resentful souls are roaring silently."
"Perhaps only people like the master can sit peacefully in your temple, recite 'Amitabha', and retreat from the world to practice. But I want to think about the pilgrims who offer incense to your temple. How do they view the master? Monks are very particular about it.
Cause and effect, but the master still hasn't fully understood the truth."
Zhang Tianhao stood up, put his hands behind his back, then raised his head half-way up to the sky outside, and said lightly: "Now that the master has said this, I have nothing to say. I hope the master can feel at ease and get rid of the cause and effect!"
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the hall. Although the conversation between the two did not last long, Zhang Tianhao also knew what the great monk was thinking.
However, Zhang Tianhao, who had reached the door, turned around and saluted the Buddha statue: "Amituo Buddha, Buddhists are compassionate, compassionate!"
After Zhang Tianhao finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the door.
One foot had already stepped out of the door, and he sighed in his heart. If anyone knew about the video tape, it was only the old monk.
After all, there are not many pilgrims here. When the French came, there were not many people.
And according to Liu Ying, there was an old monk in the hall at that time.
"Donor, please stay!"
At this moment, the old monk in the main hall stood up and called him.
Zhang Tianhao then stopped and slowly turned his head to look at the great monk, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Sir, although I don't know your name, the things are indeed not here with me, alas!"
"So, may I ask, where are the things?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianhao immediately understood. This great monk really knew, but the things had been moved away.
"Do I know sir's name?"
"Chinese!"
Zhang Tianhao replied lightly and calmly.
"Chinese, Chinese!"
The master couldn't help chewing it slowly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Chinese, good name, good name, but I still can't achieve all four things."
This was the second time he heard such words, and he looked at Zhang Tianhao again, trying to remember Zhang Tianhao's face, as if he had seen it before.
"Born to suffer, all living beings are equal. It seems that my spiritual state of mind is not enough. Thank you to the donor for your enlightenment." Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're welcome!"
"It's like this. The gentleman did put two things here, which were on the palm of the Buddha. When I was cleaning some time ago, I found something on it, so I took it off directly."
"However, many people later came to ask me if I had seen it, but I did not answer, because they all wanted to get these two things, and I was afraid of not being safe. After all, they were French things, so I gave them to a foreigner of mine.
My nephew, named Gao Erdan, is also my family member. So I gave him to take him back and hide it."
"I don't know where he lives. Can I go get him?" Zhang Tianhao heard that it was exactly what he thought, so he became serious and said seriously.
"Go and get it. He lives at No. 29 Hujia Hutong, Surabaya Bridge."
When Zhang Tianhao heard this, he wondered if this was a troubled area. The Sishui Bridge area was not a good place. Japanese soldiers often appeared there, and resistance there was constant.
"wrong!"
A thought came to his mind. He recalled the Surabaya Bridge he had visited a few days ago, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Master, there seems to be no one at Sishui Bridge now. It has been burned to ashes!"
"I'm sorry, this donor, my nephew really lives at No. 29 Hujia Hutong, Sishui Bridge. He came to see me a week ago. Isn't it true that he doesn't live there anymore?"
The master was also stunned and couldn't help but ask blankly.
"After the war broke out, it was bombed into ruins. Who could live there? Even if we go there now, it is still in ruins and no one has taken care of it."
"It's gone. It's impossible. I remember very clearly where he lived. I went to his house three years ago. How could it be gone?"
"Master, I would like to ask, where else can this sophomore go?" Zhang Tianhao felt a little embarrassed when he saw Master's expression.
After all, I finally found the master and had clues, but now I have lost all the clues and everything is back to the starting point.
"Donor, I'm sorry, I don't know where Gao Erdan went. If that's the case, there's nothing I can do. The clan leader can only worry about it himself."
"Master, are you sure what you remember is correct?" Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but ask seriously.
"Monks don't lie, and please don't doubt Lao Na's memory." The master also clasped his hands together and said seriously, obviously a little dissatisfied with Zhang Tianhao's attitude.
This chapter has been completed!