"You see, although I have no intention of worshiping Buddha, I still respect Buddha in my heart."
"The Buddha is enshrined by me and is watching you disciples from heaven."
"Buddhist precepts must be accepted. Otherwise, it doesn't matter how clean you clean the incense burner?"
"Not everyone can reach the state of having a Buddha in their heart."
The old monk pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Lingxi picked up the wooden banquet on the table and knocked the wooden fish, then waved and said: "I won't embarrass you, it won't be a problem if I take my time to find it myself, right?"
The old monk took a breath, turned around and left with the broom.
I don't know whether it was because of his weakness in his limbs or his old age. The broom in his hand fell to the ground.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
The old monk clasped his hands together inexplicably, didn't even want the broom, and left quietly.
Pei Chuan was surprised and said: "What kind of monk is this? How lazy are you to bend down?"
Lingxi put down the wooden stick in his hand and said with a look of success: "Let's go down the mountain."
"Going down the mountain?" I asked, not understanding the situation: "Aren't we looking for Fan Yang? Are we going down the mountain so quickly?"
"Well, let's go down the mountain on the right." Lingxi walked out of the hall, glanced at the broom that the old monk had thrown on the ground for the last time, and said softly: "It is rare for a true monk who wholeheartedly worships the Buddha to be unwilling to commit sins and deceive himself."
"What do you mean, Master?" I asked anxiously, "Did the old monk say anything? He seemed to have just said the four words "Buddha's Compassion." Does this have something to do with us?"
"Well, look at the direction the broom is pointing." Lingxi prompted me: "No matter how old he is, he can't even have the strength to pick up a broom, let alone neglect his dedicated devotion in front of outsiders like us.
Belief."
"On the right, by the river?" Ji Qinghe suddenly woke up and said: "The direction the old monk secretly pointed is at the same location as the vitality we deduced."
"Hey, there is a way down the mountain on the right." Pei Chuan got into the dense bamboo forest and shouted excitedly: "Come on, come on, let's go this way."
Pei Chuan led the way, and we followed behind.
Needless to say, the road down the mountain here is much easier than the winding path we took up the mountain.
But even so, it took us more than half an hour to reach the bottom of the mountain.
Looking at the river right in front of me, with no shadows in sight, I felt confused again.
"Master, are you sure Fan Sheyang will be here?" I had doubts in my heart.
Lingxi squinted and looked at the river, looking coldly from left to right.
"Damn it, Fan Yang won't hide at the bottom of the river, right?" Pei Chuan stepped on the muddy ground by the river and cursed: "The number one fortune teller in Daxia is just a coward."
Ji Qinghe was bored and picked up gravel by the river and responded: "He has lived here in seclusion for eight years. It is normal that he does not want to be disturbed by outsiders."
"But I'm quite curious as to why Fan Yang suddenly retreated. With his methods, he can enjoy the wind and rain outside, and enjoy the hot and spicy food. No matter what, it's better than this ruined temple."
"Is there something wrong with your brain if you let go of your good life and ask for trouble?"
Lingxi found no trace of Fan Yang. Hearing Ji Qinghe's complaint, he immediately explained: "Fan Yang broke the rules that shouldn't be broken and was punished by heaven."
"The reason why I choose to live in seclusion in a temple is because I want to use Buddhism to resolve the disasters in my life."
"According to the news brought to me by the master, Fan Yang's three sons died one after another eight years ago, all because of the sins he committed."
"Whether he is afraid of death or trying to atone for his sins, he comes here out of necessity."
Ji Qinghe said in surprise: "As the number one fortune teller in Daxia, he dares to break the unbreakable rules of the industry? Do you really think you can compete with the sky?"
Lingxi deduced: "It doesn't necessarily mean he committed the crime knowingly. Just like Suning's grandfather, who unintentionally broke the rules of the pig butcher's trade, he can't escape the karma."
"Fan Yang has been cautious all his life, how could he be so stupid as to seek death?"
"Senior sister, there is a boat."
While Lingxi and Ji Qinghe were talking, Pei Chuan, who was standing by the river, jumped up like a monkey.
