Chapter eight hundred and eighty-fifth on principles
The next morning, a very high-profile Bentley was parked outside the Chengdu Railway Station Square.
Xiang Que pushed the door open and got out of the car, carrying his own canvas bag. Lin Jiang said speechlessly in the car: "No, Mr. Xiang, can't we take the plane? You're taking the train, which makes me a little ashamed.
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When Xiang Que left Chengdu, Lin Jiang originally planned to take him to the airport and book a first-class cabin, but unexpectedly Xiang Que refused and said that he hadn't taken the train for a long time. It's fresh, anyway, there's still some
Even if I arrived in Nanjing for two days, I was alone and just swayed by the train.
"Then you want a soft lie?" Lin Jiang asked again.
"No, just an ordinary sleeper is enough," Xiang Que said with a smile.
"Haha, experience people's livelihood." Lin Jiangting smiled helplessly, then took out the phone and called out.
Waiting for the shortcomings, he suddenly found that the crowded areas in the railway station square were facing one direction, and his eyes were also looking at one place, and a white figure in the crowd was seen.
It appears and looks familiar.
Xiang Que took a cigarette and walked over there suspiciously. After walking a few steps, a white shadow suddenly appeared on the figure. A small head looked at him for a few seconds, "swish"
The white shadow disappeared, and a few seconds later, a small white-haired thing suddenly pounced on Xiang Que.
"Jiji, Jiji" A white ferret stood on his shoulder, screaming happily and stunned for a moment, then looked at the opposite side, Dangan Zhuoma was walking over.
Xiang Que blinked his confused little eyes and asked speechlessly: "Why did you meet you here? Are you going back to Tibet, or where are you going?"
Dangan Zhuoma is still spotless, wearing white clothes, with a plain expression and a Bodhisattva look on his face.
"I swam to Chengdu and worshiped Buddha for a few days. Now I'm going to go back to Tibet." Dangan Zhuoma said lightly.
Since Xiang Que sent her to Nanjing to accompany Shen Jia who was about to give birth, he has never seen the female Bodhisattva again. Tang Xinhe said that this girl who is not in the world has gone to the world, and then the two of them have gone to the clouds.
He lost contact so much, but he didn't expect that he would meet her on a whim after taking the train.
"Go back to Tibet?" Xiang Que asked, "It seems that you haven't been out for long. Didn't you say you want to exercise in Hongchen? You'll go back so soon?"
Dangan Zhuoma said: "The Living Buddha's Initiation is coming to an end, and the temple will hold a Living Buddha Ceremony."
A few more months have passed in a flash. Cao Shanjun has become a living Buddha and is about to receive the Living Buddha Ceremony. This day is actually more important than the certification of the Living Buddha and the worship of the believers. This is an event held by the Living Buddha in the entire Tibetan area, which is equivalent to the Buddha in Buddhism.
On birthday, ordinary people are also very particular about the Spring Festival.
After the two chatted for a few times, Lin Jiang came over with a middle-aged man in his forties, looked at Dangan Zhuoma in surprise, and asked in a low voice: "Friend?"
"Well, my friend" nodded to the shortcomings, and then asked Dangan Zhuoma again, "Did you buy the ticket for the return?"
"No money" Dangan Zhuoma said with a plain face.
Xiangque asked a little confusedly: "Don't have money, come here to take a bus, waiting for the kind-hearted person to give you a gift? Bodhisattva, do you think even if someone gives you money, you will give it with kindness?"
"I can treat people and earn travel expenses," Dangan Zhuoma said in a very ordinary way."
Xiang Que scratched his head with a headache, and then said to Lin Jiang: "Will you get her a ticket to Tibetan areas?"
"Small things" Lin Jiang said to the middle-aged man next to him: "Give me another ticket and choose a better position. Don't have too many people."
"Okay, big guy"
Twenty minutes later, two train tickets were delivered to Xiang Que and Dangan Zhuoma, one to Nanjing and the other to Tibet.
Lin Jiang took the person to the station to buy tickets and left. Xiangque invited the Bodhisattva to have a meal and bought some water at noon, and finally got her a few hundred yuan. Then the two broke up.
"A Bodhisattva is really drunk when he gets this." Xiang Que bared his teeth and waved his hand to Dangan Zhuoma and said, "You, it's better to avoid leaving the Tibetan area. The world outside is really not suitable for you. Here is a comparison
Imprisoned”
Dangan Zhuoma nodded, then frowned and said to him, "You have a strong Buddha aura on your body. You must be saved by the Buddha's fate."
Xiang Que was stunned and said, "I have always been quite close to Buddhism, it's normal."
After the two separated, Xiang Que got on the train first and went to the sleeper carriage with light and simple clothes.
The train is a place where all living beings are everywhere. In this small and closed space, you can see all kinds of people and become familiar with people in a very short time. If you meet a stranger outside, you may not
I am embarrassed to open my mouth but it is no problem on the train. Compared to the dull train on the plane, there is indeed a lot of fun.
But what Xiangque did not expect was that this time I took the train and my head was buzzing and painful.
After Xiang Que got on the bus and changed the ticket, he walked to his sleeper inside. As soon as he sat down, he suddenly saw a figure sitting opposite him.
Xiang Queyi looked up and saw the other person, his little eyes flashed twice, a little surprised and a little incredible.
The man in front of him was in his thirties, wearing ordinary clothes, with a whisk on his back, and a wine gourd on his waist.
"Fellow Daoist, is it a coincidence?" Xiang Que bared his teeth and laughed.
He was quite convinced of the scalper who Lin Jiang had found, so he arranged a good location for casually. Unexpectedly, he met the Taoist priest he ran into last night when he got in the car.
The Taoist priest was also a little stunned, then raised his head with one hand and said, "Amitabha Buddha, the donor is destined to be a fate."
Xiang Que uh uh and said, "I'm destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destin
"It's good to be destined to be good. Fellow Taoist, I'm asking you for advice." The Taoist sat on the bed opposite Xiangque, put Fuchen aside and said crossing his legs: "I thought about the question you asked me last night, carefully.
one time"
Xiangque looked at his red eyes and tired stubborn stubble, and he asked with a confused look on his head, "You seem to have thought about it all night?"
"Ah, I almost didn't even catch the train."
"In the cemetery?"
"Ah, I'm afraid that my mind will be broken, so I've been here all the time."
"Oh my god, what level has he reached? He can sit in the grave for a night to study, his eyes are full of blood, what are you trying to do?" Xiang Que said for a long time after saying: "
Is this a very important question?"
The Taoist priest said seriously: "This is the principle..."
"The principle can make you sit in the grave, study without eating, drinking, or sleeping?" Xiang Que stared at his waxy face, thinking that it was not easy for this person to live so big, and he had to go back to the Taoist temple.
If you want to change a place, someone might have been broken and thrown out to beg for a beggar. This person is so easy to fool.