The lifelong ambition of this old monk Jingtan is to carry forward the Shaolin Temple, save enough money, and then return to secular life.
Of course, according to the thinking of the old monk Jingtan, his return to secular life is not called returning to secular life, but entering into the world of mortals to practice Buddhism.
In recent years, the Shaolin Temple has been made famous by the old monk Jingtan, and the old monk Jingtan himself has become the president of the Southern Buddhist Association. However, all this cannot stop the ambition of the old monk Jingtan.
He had set his sights on the land of Ning Xin'an a long time ago, because he once accidentally talked to the mayor of FJ, and Ning Xin'an will be the focus of FJ's development in the next ten years.
It is foreseeable that the land here will be hundreds or even thousands of times more expensive than it is now in ten years. If the land here can be acquired at this time to build several temples, if it needs to be demolished by then, the demolition compensation will definitely be
Surprisingly, even if it is not demolished, when this place becomes prosperous, the temple will definitely become more popular, and then I will be able to save money faster.
Although the idea was very good, the old nun Huixin refused to sell the land.
Seeing that the land destined to become a geomantic treasure land in the future was being used as a vegetable garden, the heart of the old monk Jingtan was bleeding.
He made several small moves to get the land, such as threatening Huixin to withdraw from the Buddhist Association, but Huixin didn't seem to be afraid at all, so after many failures, Jingtan Lao
The monk finally found a loophole in Ning Xin'an's contract when he first built the nunnery, and then brought a demolition team here to demolish the house. Unexpectedly, the usually majestic urban management officials were actually killed by a young-looking man.
The man was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, which made Jingtan feel so good!
Considering that he was an accomplished monk, Jingtan coughed slightly.
When the captain of the urban management team heard the cough, he remembered that he had come with the old monk Jingtan to demolish it today. He walked a few steps towards the old monk Jingtan, then pulled the old monk Jingtan and said, "Abbott, this is
The house cannot be demolished!"
"Oh? Why? You, Director Wang, personally agreed to my promise." The old monk Jingtan said with an unswerving expression.
"Someone won't let it be demolished!"
The urban management team leader glanced at Zhao Gangjun, and then said in a low voice, "That's a personal king, you can't mess with him!"
"King of men? Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. In the eyes of us monks, all living beings are equal, so why can't we offend him?" said the old monk Jingtan dissatisfied.
He also has the right to be dissatisfied. You know, he is the president of the Southern Buddhist Association, and he controls the Buddhists in the entire south. No matter how awesome you are, how awesome can you be? I will just pull out an eighteen-year-old Shaolin bronze medalist and kill him.
It's not difficult for you to send him to see the Lord Buddha directly. Are you still afraid of your own personal king?
"Oh, abbot, that person is..."
Before the urban management team leader finished speaking, he saw Zhao Gangjun walking up to him. The urban management team leader quickly bent down, smiled at Zhao Gangjun and said, "Brother Zhao Gangjun, we're leaving right away. Right now!"
"Amitabha."
The old monk Jingtan recited the Dharma chant and said, "Donor, I see that there is a bad omen above your head. I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future!"
"You are the one who has a bad omen on your head."
Zhao Gangjun rolled his eyes at the old monk Jingtan and said, "I'll give your Buddhist Association some face. You take your people and leave immediately, or believe it or not, I will throw you out?"
"How can a donor say such arrogant words to a monk?"
The old monk Jingtan took a step back in surprise, as if he was afraid that Zhao Gangjun would suddenly hit him, while the few Shaolin disciples around him took a step forward and surrounded the old monk Jingtan.
As if he felt a certain sense of security, the old monk Jingtan cleared his throat, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, this poor monk thinks of you as young and ignorant, so I won't care about you..."
"Care about your mother!"
Zhao Gangjun kicked him over.
Those Shaolin disciples naturally stepped forward to block Zhao Gangjun.
Although those people were from the Lian family, how could it be so easy to block Zhao Gangjun's kick?
Immediately, two people were kicked to the ground.
"How can you hit someone!" the old monk Jingtan said angrily.
"What happened to hitting you?"
Zhao Gangjun took a step forward and knocked down the few remaining Shaolin disciples around the old monk Jingtan. Then he pulled Jingtan's cassock and said, "What he wears looks like a dog, but he only eats it."
But he is full of fat."
"You, you, you! I am the president of the Buddhist Association! Do you dare to hit me?"
The old monk Jingtan didn't expect that Zhao Gangjun was so sharp. He knocked down the monk he had carefully trained in just a few strokes. He quickly wanted to use his own identity to talk about the matter. Unexpectedly, Zhao Gangjun didn't bother him at all.
"What happened to hitting you?"
Zhao Gangjun directly slapped the old monk on the head. Not to mention, the big head was shiny and felt quite smooth when hit.
"Amitabha, you devil!"
"Snapped!"
Zhao Gangjun slapped him again. This time, Zhao Gangjun used a lot of force and slapped the old monk's head red.
"Amitabha…"
"Zaa?"
Zhao Gangjun took another photo.
"Ouch! You bastard."
"Snapped!"
"Fuck, if you hit me again I'll kill you!"
"That's how it should be!"
Zhao Gangjun smiled and let go of his hand, saying, "You don't look like an eminent monk, so why do you have to pretend?"
"Amitabha!"
When the old monk Jingtan saw Zhao Gangjun let go of his hand, he quickly took a few steps back, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, you have fallen into the devil's path. I am merciful. As long as you... oh, don't fight!"
The old monk didn't say anything, and Zhao Gangjun kicked him, causing the old monk to roll back several meters as if he were a ball.
Zhao Gangjun wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the urban management team leader.
"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!"
The captain of the urban management team said with a smile, "This monk Jingtan is a guest of Mayor Pan. Please give me some face and don't beat him!"
"Who do you think you are, should I give you face?" Zhao Gangjun looked sideways at the urban management team leader. He is not a person who likes to bully others, but since the urban management team leader dares to help others for personal gain, then he really has to bully them.
After a while, let them turn around and dare to bully the people casually.
"Yes, yes, you don't have to give me face. Look, what I said is wrong. I mean, give Mayor Pan some face!"
The urban management team leader was not annoyed at all and was still smiling.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person with your hand. Zhao Gangjun frowned slightly and said, "You all get out of here. If I see you here again, believe it or not, I will bury you in the back of the mountain?"
"Xinxinxin, thank you very much, Brother Zhao, thank you!"
As the urban management team leader spoke, he took a few steps back and helped the old monk Jingtan up.
The old monk Jingtan still wanted to say something, but the urban management team leader couldn't help but pull him and ran out of Ningxin'an.
The few remaining monks and city administrators saw the leader running away, so they naturally followed suit.
A group of aggressive people quickly ran away.
"Steel Donor, thank you very much!"
Huixin walked up to Zhao Gangjun, clasped her hands together and said.
"Abbott, you're welcome, evil people will be punished by evil people. I don't know anything else, but I still have some ways to deal with these people." Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
"The donor has evil hands but not evil heart."
Huixin said.
Zhao Gangjun touched his head and said, "Abbott, please stop talking, otherwise I will float."
After such a fuss, it was natural that he could no longer do the morning class, and Zhao Gangjun also decided to leave Ning Xin'an.
Although his strength has not yet returned to its best state, Zhao Gangjun believes that as long as he insists on reading some Buddhist scriptures and doing homework every day, his strength should be restored. After all, this is a nunnery. If he stays here as a man all the time, it will be easy for him to give up.
It doesn't sound good if people use it as an excuse.
So, in the afternoon, Zhao Gangjun went to say goodbye to Huixin.
Huixin did not hold back, but gave Zhao Gangjun several sets of Buddhist scriptures that he had treasured for many years. The Buddhist scriptures contained many of Huixin's own insights into Buddhism.
Zhao Gangjun regarded it as a treasure and hid it well before leaving Huixin's Zen room.
Chen Keke and Wu Yaoqin sent Zhao Gangjun to the door of Ning Xin'an together.
Looking at her daughter and Zhao Gangjun, Wu Yaoqin hesitated for a moment, then simply said goodbye to Zhao Gangjun, then turned and left.
"Aren't you still secular?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I'm fine here."
Chen Keke said, "Whenever you want to go out someday, then go out."
"That's okay."
Zhao Gangrong nodded and said, "Tiantian and the others talk about you every day!"
"I miss them too."
Chen Keke said, "I will go out to find them."
"That's okay."
Zhao Gangjun said, "I'm leaving first."
"good."
Zhao Gangjun turned around and walked a few steps, turned around, smiled and said to Chen Keke, "When you take a bath in the future, remember to check if there is anyone in the water."
Chen Keke was stunned for a moment, and then her face immediately turned red. She looked at Zhao Gangjun angrily and said, "I hate it!"
Zhao Gangjun laughed, turned and left.
Watching Zhao Gangjun's figure slowly disappear, Chen Keke turned around and returned to Ning Xin'an.
"Do you really love him?"
Wu Yaoqin walked to Chen Keke's side and asked softly.
"Love or not, it doesn't actually matter."
Chen Keke shook his head and said, "Some people can live a lifetime even if they don't love them, and some people, even if they love you deeply, can't even see their shadow when they look back. Mom, I have given up."
"daughter…"
Wu Yaoqin hugged Chen Keke.
Chen Keke patted Wu Yaoqin's back a few times and said with a smile, "I still have to listen to Master's class."
"Are you really going to... stay here forever?" Wu Yaoqin asked.
"Maybe one day I want to go out, so I can go out."
Chen Keke winked at Wu Yaoqin, then walked away with a smile.
Looking at her daughter's back, Wu Yaoqin finally realized that her daughter had really grown up.