Taozi walked in front of these Buddha statues one by one, bowed to each one with her hands clasped together in awe, and Duan Yu followed her silently.
After paying homage to all the Buddha statues one by one, Taozi discovered that there was a small side door behind the main hall, which seemed to have a nice view, so she took steps to walk inside.
"Taozi, where are you going?" Duan Yu discovered her intention and hurriedly called out to her: "There are four words on the door over there, "Tourists are not allowed to enter." Don't run around..."
"Oh, I'm curious..." Taozi turned around, looked at him innocently with a pair of big black and white eyes, and begged pitifully: "Just let me go in and take a look, just pretend I didn't see this sign.
Besides, there are no secrets in the temple, so I’ll leave after taking a look.”
"Hey...you..." Duan Yu shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to follow her and enter the side door.
Behind the main hall is a small courtyard. There are several Bodhi trees growing in the courtyard. Even though it is autumn, the leaves are still full of green. The small courtyard is very clean. Behind it are several Zen rooms, which must be the abbot and the abbot of the temple.
A place for monks to rest.
"Hey, it turns out there is nothing..." Taozi's full curiosity was hit. She thought she would meet some outsider master like in martial arts novels, but it turned out to be completely silent, not even a single person.
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When the two people were about to leave, a person came in from the other side of the small courtyard.
Duan Yu quickly took Tao Zi and hid behind the pillar in the corridor, looking intently at the person who came in.
The figure from behind looked familiar. When he turned around, Duan Yu and Tao Zi realized that it was the fortune teller with gray hair and white beard that they had met on the path just now.
As soon as the master entered the courtyard, he took off the white wig on his head, revealing his bare head. He casually put the stalls and flags he had carried back in front of the door of the Zen room, and was about to enter the Zen room.
, I heard the door of the meditation room creak open.
A young monk stepped out of the meditation room. When he saw the fortune teller, he quickly put his hands together and saluted, and said respectfully: "Master, are you back?"
Master?
Duan Yu and Tao Zi looked at each other. Could it be that the fortune teller just now was the master of Shaoyang Temple? Judging from his age, he should be at the abbot or elder level, right?
"Well, Yongyan, go and pack my equipment." The master nodded towards the young monk, stroking his beard and ordered.
The young monk named Yongyan glanced behind the master, thought for a moment, and finally asked: "Master, have you gone down the mountain to deceive me again?"
"What are you talking about, little guy?" The master blew his beard and glared very dissatisfied, and continued: "Master doesn't go out to set up a stall to tell fortunes. How can you support the operation of the entire temple with just such a small amount of incense money? Do you think it's still the same now?
In an era when you could just carry an alms bowl and go down the mountain to ask for alms? I tell people’s fortunes and some people still suspect me of being a liar!”
"That's because Master's calculations are not accurate..." Young monk Yongyan has a very fearless spirit and insists on telling the truth.
"Nonsense, the secrets must not be leaked, as long as you can make a living and make a living, true and false, false and true, being a fortune teller must also pay attention to fate."
