"Are the people who come here to listen to Zen Buddhism come here to hide from debts?" Hearing what the middle-aged fat man said, Officer Wang suddenly felt that the Buddhist Pure Land might actually be a good place to hide from debts.
The middle-aged fat man was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Not all, but most of the people who come here are under psychological pressure."
"Many people choose to come here to practice spiritual practice in order to escape social pressure. It's just that the temples around the city have a large number of people."
"Relatively speaking, Beiling seems to be much more affluent. After all, the geographical location is remote and there are not many people. It is a good place to practice."
Glancing back in the direction of the monastery, the middle-aged fat man said again: "When you came out just now, you should have seen some people meditating in the main hall, right?"
"Well, I did see some." Lu Weiwei said.
"Those people are here to practice, or to avoid debts. They are under great pressure. Everyone owes at least 100 W."
"So many?" After hearing what the fat middle-aged man said, Lu Weiwei suddenly had some new understanding of the word "cultivation".
Co-authoring "cultivation" can actually be understood as "avoiding debt"?
The middle-aged fat man chuckled: "Isn't that right? That's why this place is quiet. Most of the people who come here have been traumatized."
"For example, the old lady Sun Yunmei you mentioned, her son suddenly disappeared in Beiling, so she comes to Beiling every year to pay homage to her son."
"When she came here, the temple had not been built yet. Now that there is a temple, she comes here more frequently."
"Yes." Listening to the middle-aged fat man's various narratives, Lu Weiwei also agreed very much.
This is very similar to what I learned.
Gu Chen asked the fat middle-aged man: "What does Sun Yunmei usually talk to Master Wu about?"
"This... I don't know." The fat middle-aged man shook his head, feeling that he had no comment.
Yuan Shasha looked the middle-aged fat man up and down and asked him: "So you come here often, does your soul need healing? Or do you also owe a lot of debt?"
"Uh..." Feeling that this was a bit embarrassing, the fat middle-aged man laughed twice and said involuntarily:
"I come here often, not to practice Zen."
"You're not here to practice Zen? Then why do you come here so often? To travel?" Lu Weiwei expressed curiosity.
The middle-aged fat man grinned: "No, I am the contractor. The construction of this temple and some repair work are all left to me."
"No, some new rooms will be built in the temple recently. After all, the current rooms are not enough. Maybe more people will come to the temple to practice in the future."
"According to the wishes of these masters, more housing should be added to provide these practicing citizens."
"So that's it? Then you're quite good." After hearing what the middle-aged fat man said, Yuan Shasha breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Those who sit in the main hall and practice various things, I feel that they are actually quite boring, but you are different. You don't have any psychological burden, and you can still make money in the temple. This is very good when you think about it."
"And you can do projects as soon as the new year starts, so you'll make a lot of money, right? You should have a good year, right?" Lu Weiwei also said jokingly.
The fat man waved his hand: "I think not being able to celebrate the New Year has nothing to do with whether you have money, right?"
"The law doesn't say that you won't be allowed to celebrate the New Year if you don't have money, don't you think so?"
"Haha, that's true." Officer Wang grinned and said jokingly:
"Those of you who are doing engineering, didn't you have a word in the past called 'New Year's Eve'?"
"It means that during the Chinese New Year, you have to repay the foreign debt you owe. The Chinese New Year is also called the New Year's Eve. You know this, right?"
"Haha, of course, but there is no such thing as celebrating the New Year now." The fat middle-aged man also said casually.
Officer Wang raised his eyebrows: "You didn't say that? Why?"
"Because many people now have debts that they cannot repay. As long as they have no intention of repaying the money, they don't have to go through this hurdle."
"Then who passed this test?" Yuan Shasha also asked him curiously.
The fat man smiled and said: "Oh, of course, who is worried about who will pass this test? It must be the creditor."
"The creditor thought to himself, oh, it's the end of the year, and there are still hundreds of thousands of foreign debts that haven't been paid back. How are we going to spend this year?"
Spreading his hands, the fat middle-aged man said again: "Look, it's the creditor who's worried? He's the one who gets through."
"Anyway, in the past, when you owed money to others, you would give gifts to the creditors, saying you would give me another year of grace. Now, it's the other way around. Creditors give gifts to others."
"The key is that after giving a gift, you may not be able to get the money back, and you may have to pay for the gift again."
"It's true." Gu Chen had dealt with many similar cases, so he knew very well that it was the uncle who owed money.
Lu Weiwei asked him curiously: "How do you know so much?"
"Oh, don't I understand?" The fat middle-aged man felt that Lu Weiwei was making a fuss, so he couldn't help but said, "I've asked so many people to bring gifts in."
Perhaps because he felt that he had spilled the beans, the middle-aged fat man quickly changed his words and said, "Oh, no, I mean, they forcefully give me gifts every time."
"Why do they have to give you gifts? Are you in debt?" Yuan Shasha expressed curiosity.
The fat middle-aged man was thoughtful and nodded silently: "That's understandable."
"But when they give me gifts, they must not give them in vain. They must be asking me for something."
"What do I usually ask you to do?" Gu Chen also asked him curiously.
I always feel that this fat man has done a pretty good job with the project.
At least in Gu Chen's opinion, he looked wealthy, but he was also an expert at making money.
While other people at the construction site are still worrying about certain projects after the new year, the middle-aged fat man is about to start construction.
Although the amount of the project is not very large, it is just the construction of some temple rooms, but no matter how small the project is, it can always make money.
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The middle-aged fat man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Oh, actually it's nothing, nothing big. I'm just begging you to pay them back the money you owe them."
"Pfft! Are you really the debtor?" Feeling that she had guessed correctly, Lu Weiwei said with a smile.
"Did you pay it back in the end?" Officer Wang asked one more question out of professional habit.
"I've paid it back." The middle-aged fat man said it quite cheerfully, and directly replied: "But I found that these people are too realistic, and I have to condemn them."
"Condemn?" Everyone heard the words and said in unison.
"What happened to them?" Yuan Shasha asked.
"What else can I do? You're not particular about it." The fat man looked helpless. He walked under a streetlight outside the temple and couldn't help but complain:
"Before I pay back the money, oh, give me some gifts during the Chinese New Year, give me New Year's greetings and so on."
"When I return the money to them, logically speaking, they should be more grateful to me."
"But I was wrong. Not only did they stop giving me gifts, but they were not as polite as before. They didn't even send me a blessing during the New Year."
"No, just wait a minute." Officer Wang became more and more confused as he listened, and asked the middle-aged fat man: "Is this because he is not particular about it or are you not particular about it?"
"Of course they are careless. They all say that the money they lent will be taken back by their enemies. Not only did I return their money, I didn't bear their grudges."
"I am such a kind person, wouldn't they be touched when they meet me? Am I not worthy of their friendship?"
The middle-aged fat man also retorted, feeling aggrieved.
Gu Chen covered his mouth and snickered, and said slowly: "It's not good to owe money after all. After all, these days, honest people are not found everywhere."
“Especially before the Chinese New Year, everyone wants to get their debts back, so it’s important to be polite to your creditors.”
"Let's not talk about whether we can make friends or not. What we are saying is that during the Chinese New Year, everyone wants to celebrate the New Year and clear their accounts. In this way, everyone will be happy and celebrate the New Year happily, right?"
"Although the truth is correct, I just don't make much money." The fat middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes worth about 6 yuan and handed two of them to Gu Chen and Officer Wang.
After being declined by Gu Chen and Officer Wang, he lit one and started chatting with a few people leisurely:
"As for the New Year, well, to be honest, now that I am older, I don't really like celebrating the New Year, because...because during the New Year, I will be one year older."
"If I am no longer this age, I will not be older. Do you think this is the truth?"
"Then aren't you deceiving yourself?" Lu Weiwei couldn't help but complain.
The fat middle-aged man said indifferently: "Anyway, maybe we celebrate the New Year voluntarily. We don't have to celebrate the New Year unless necessary. It's especially best for us to celebrate the New Year separately from the rich."
"Pfft!" After hearing what the middle-aged fat man said, Yuan Shasha felt that this man was quite interesting, and couldn't help but complain: "What does it mean to celebrate the New Year separately from rich people?"
The fat middle-aged man puffed out a smoke ring and talked eloquently: "Because rich people celebrate the New Year every day, it doesn't matter if there are more or less."
"But for those of us, every year is just like that, and every passing year is one less."
"Every year during the Chinese New Year, they still hang out with us, and we have to look at their faces."
"They are rich, but we are poor. Compared with them, which one of us can live a better year?"
"Well, what you said seems to make sense." Officer Wang crossed his arms and felt that the fat man's words made sense.
The fat middle-aged man looked up at Officer Wang and smiled teasingly: "This is my most intuitive feeling."
"Think about it, right? Why were you so poor when you were a kid and everyone was so happy during the New Year? Now everyone has enough to eat and wear, so why aren't you happy during the New Year?"
"Then why do you think this is?" Lu Weiwei asked him.
The fat man chuckled: "Is it because these rich people are celebrating the New Year with us?"
"Do you think this is a malicious way of celebrating the New Year? It should be divided into two waves, let them spend the summer and we spend the winter."
"They live their life, we live our life, they live their rich life, we live our poor life, it is best for the two groups not to disturb each other."
"If we don't talk about making money, everyone can have a good New Year."
Seeing the middle-aged fat man hating the rich so much, Gu Chen felt that he probably didn't make much money, otherwise he wouldn't smoke cigarettes that cost 6 yuan. He felt like he had to earn around 10 yuan at least, right?
So Gu Chen continued to ask him: "So can you spend the New Year well every year?"
"I can." The middle-aged fat man's answer was beyond Gu Chen's expectation: "I don't compare myself with rich people, so I can have a good New Year."
"As for you, who do you usually compete with?" Lu Weiwei felt that this fat man was a bit cute, and he always talked in the same way.
But the fat middle-aged man shook his right hand holding the cigarette and joked to himself:
"As for me, I always compare myself to my pigs. At most, I don't have money to celebrate the New Year, and our pigs don't even survive to celebrate the New Year."
"Then when I compare it with it, what else am I not satisfied with? Don't you think so?"
"Pfft!" It feels like it would be a pity for this fat man not to participate in "Happy Comedian".
Lu Weiwei suppressed her laughter and could only nod silently: "Yes, it is difficult to pass every pass, and every year is difficult to pass."
Seeing that Lu Weiwei was pretty and very young, the fat middle-aged man was also happy to talk to the beautiful woman, so he couldn't help but tease her:
"Little girl, as someone who has been through this, let me give you some advice."
"Ah?" Lu Weiwei stared blankly, a little surprised: "You want to give me some advice?"
After thinking for a while, Lu Weiwei said again: "Okay, you say."
"As someone who has been there, I advise you not to be like these people in the temple. They are all escaping from reality. I have seen many such people."
“My career has just started going smoothly, and my circle of friends can’t wait to post 10 posts a day to show off.”
"Later on, two or three posts a day, or one post every few days, and then one post a month was considered good. Then the Moments were visible for a month and three days, but there was no content at all."
"Just when you forget about these people, they suddenly post some Zen pictures and texts, various pictures of copied scriptures, and forward various Buddhist contents. Anyway, they start to devote themselves to Buddhism. Most of these are caused by career setbacks and need
A little comfort for the soul.”
Glancing secretly at the people in the temple, the middle-aged fat man added: "This is generally the case for these people."
"So I have had more contact with them, and naturally I know some specific situations."
Looking up at Lu Weiwei, Gu Chen and Yuan Shasha, the middle-aged fat man said again: "I also saw that you two are destined to be together, so I mentioned something to you."
"These things are not something you can understand by cultivating yourself in a monastery. The first thing is not to feel that the world is not worth it and start to doubt life if your eyes get red every time."
"After all, no matter what age you are, you will be asked to take whatever path you choose. God will inevitably take any detours from you."
"So, live well. Only when you are alive can you have hope. That old lady Sun Yunmei often cries secretly."
"Her son has been missing for so many years, and she is already quite old, but she still cannot get over the pain of losing her son."
"That's true." When Gu Chen heard the middle-aged fat man's words, he couldn't help but nodded silently:
"Sun Yunmei's son passed away so many years ago. She is indeed still living in the past. In fact, she may not be sure whether her son disappeared in Beiling?"
"After all, even if the disappearance was an accident, some clues can be found after searching for the body for so many years. However, after all these years, there are no clues. Maybe his son did not disappear in Beiling."
"Isn't that right?" After hearing what Gu Chen said, the middle-aged fat man also laughed and said:
"So she, an old lady, easily feels that the world is not worth it. She just listens to too many other people's words, so she feels that her son must have disappeared in Beiling."
"So, the second point I want to tell you is, don't always listen to others telling you what you can and cannot do."
"Listen again and again, and over time, you will lose yourself and have no opinion."
After a pause, the fat middle-aged man extended his hands to gesture and said, "Everyone knows this Beethoven, right?"
Seeing everyone nodding silently, the fat man added: "Everyone said that he could not become a great musician because he was deaf, but did he listen? He didn't, right?"
Before everyone could react, the fat man quickly said: "There is also the third thing, don't regard being uneducated as having aura, don't show off your superiority in front of others, don't care about things that don't matter.
trivial matters.”
"And the fourth thing is, there are some things you don't know whether you should say or not? Just don't say them, because once you say them, the nature will change, and the result may not necessarily be better."
"So be careful in your words and deeds, and there will be nothing wrong wherever you put them."
"By the way, where did you hear all this?" Officer Wang is an old man after all. When he saw that this guy talked in a certain way, which was not consistent with his identity, he suddenly felt doubtful in his heart.
The middle-aged fat man was immediately embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and complained: "Actually, these things were also told to me by Master Wu, who is an expert in this field."
"I heard that Master Wu was a businessman before. Later, his business went bankrupt and his family broke up. Finally, he thought about it and escaped into Buddhism. From then on, he traveled around and learned a lot of truths."
"So whenever men and women come to this Beiling Temple for practice, they like to take the initiative to find Master Wu and ask him to explain the principles of life."
"Is Master Wu so magical?" Do you think these people will overly praise Master Wu as an extraordinary person? Lu Weiwei is also very curious.
But the middle-aged fat man affirmed: "The things Master Wu said may seem like useless nonsense, but they can directly touch the soul."
"He can see through the confusion in the hearts of different people, and can provide different solutions according to each person's different situations."
"Anyway, his state of mind is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Many people have gained a new lease of life with Master Wu."
Looking left and right, he saw that there was no one around. The middle-aged fat man also came to Gu Chen and others and whispered:
"I heard that there were several bosses who were doing big business in the past, but their management was probably poor, which led to the company going bankrupt and being heavily in debt."
"But after some advice from Master Wu at Beiling Temple, we quickly regrouped, integrated our resources, and made a comeback."
"And this kind of myth is not something I am just bragging about. Many people know it. So now you know why so many people come to Beiling to find Master Wu, right?"
Listening to the middle-aged fat man blowing Master Wu to the sky, Gu Chen and others were still quite suspicious.
Of course, it's not that I doubt Master Wu's ability, but that I doubt the authenticity of these stories.
Many temples also rely on some false propaganda to make the masters in the temple look amazing.
To use the current business routine, that is to create a few traffic internet celebrities to drive their own traffic.
How good is the incense in a temple? Sometimes it depends a lot on the level of the masters in the temple.
Of course, except for those in the city center that occupy a prime location.
What Gu Chen was thinking of were some temples in remote areas, such as the temple in Beiling.
If you want people to come all the way here to cultivate themselves and be willing to pay for incense, you must give these people psychological comfort.
And these people must gain something.
Of course, the "harvest" here also refers to the spiritual.
Gu Chen raised his head and looked at the middle-aged fat man who kept talking about trains, and also interjected and asked him: "So, do you think the relationship between Mrs. Sun Yunmei and Master Wu is this kind of relationship that needs to be healed?"
"Oh, that's so true." After hearing what Gu Chen said, the middle-aged fat man replied readily.
Then he leaned into Gu Chen's ear and whispered in a low voice: "I feel that this old lady Sun Yunmei seems to have a good relationship with this Master Wu. They seem to have known each other many years ago, so they should be considered old acquaintances, right?"
"After all, Sun Yunmei knew Master Wu before the Beiling Temple was built. Can you imagine how strong the relationship between the two is?"
Listening to the fat middle-aged man talking about the subtle relationship between Sun Yunmei and Master Wu, Gu Chen suddenly frowned and became more concerned.
I feel that these are information and clues that I have not grasped before.
Previously, I only knew from Sun Yunmei's sister Sun Haifang that when Sun Yunmei went to Beiling to worship her missing son, she would definitely go to Beiling temple to find Master Wu.
But according to logical reasoning, Sun Yunmei should have met Master Wu after the Beiling Temple was built.
From what this middle-aged fat man said, it seemed that Sun Yunmei and Master Wu had crossed paths a long time ago.
In addition, everyone knows about Master Wu's identity. He was a businessman before, but later he escaped into Buddhism after his business failed.
Think about it, when Master Wu was doing business, he already knew Sun Yunmei.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at each other and seemed to have noticed these problems.
"Listening to what you said, we really want to meet this Master Wu." Lu Weiwei suddenly became particularly interested in this Master Wu.
I thought to myself, what kind of master is this? Why do so many people who are frustrated in the business world respect him so much?
He must have some extraordinary abilities.
But since this is the case, then Sun Yunmei will probably tell Master Wu all the pain she has buried in her heart for many years.
As long as you meet Master Wu, you may be able to understand a more comprehensive Sun Yunmei.
"You...are you going to stay here tonight?" the middle-aged fat man asked everyone.
Everyone nodded silently.
"Well, I live here too. I have a few brothers here who are all engineers and old plasterers. They also live in the temple."
"You have to wait for Master Wu. If you're lucky, you might be able to meet him tonight. If you're not lucky, you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning." said the fat middle-aged man.
"Is Master Wu coming back at night?" Gu Chen felt that it was late at night, so Master Wu probably wouldn't walk back to the temple on a mountain road, right?
But the fat middle-aged man waved his hand and said: "No, Master Wu prefers to walk at night."
"According to what I know about him, he always said that if you walk at night and be quiet, you can sometimes understand some principles of life."
"He likes to guide people out of suffering, so he should be considered a thinker, right? Who knows?"
After laughing to himself, the fat middle-aged man asked Gu Chen: "Then do you have anything else to ask? If not, I'll go get something here and go back."
"Then I won't bother you anymore." Gu Chen felt that the clues he could know were basically found in the middle-aged fat man, and there was basically not much needed anymore.
After the middle-aged fat man exchanged a few words with a few people, he came outside the temple, organized the tool bag under a big tree, turned around and carried it inside the temple.
Lu Weiwei turned around and asked Gu Chen: "Junior brother Gu, you also heard that Master Wu may not show up tonight, so do we have to go in and rest? After all, climbing to the top of the mountain is tiring enough."
Seeing that Lu Weiwei was already a little tired, Gu Chen stood in the small square and looked down the mountain. He felt that there were no people going up the mountain, so he agreed:
"Okay, everyone will rest here tonight and we will check the situation early tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words." Officer Wang yawned. He felt that his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could hardly open them.
When Gu Chen said this, he turned around and walked directly to the temple without any worries.
According to the room that the young monk took everyone to before, Gu Chen and Officer Wang walked into their room, while Lu Weiwei and Yuan Shasha came to the next door.
Moreover, Gu Chen unexpectedly discovered that in addition to his and Lu Weiwei's two rooms, there seemed to be other people living in the side-by-side rooms.
Think about it, maybe it was some of the workers that the middle-aged fat man was talking about, and that van at the foot of the mountain might be their car.
And there are the owners of the two off-road vehicles.
The time was getting later and later, and everyone closed their eyes to rest.
Officer Wang, who was sleeping on the other bed next to Gu Chen, started snoring early.
But Gu Chen was full of energy. Looking at the moon outside the window, he couldn't fall asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt that the noise outside gradually began to dissipate.
Gu Chen raised his left hand and glanced at his watch.
It's already 2 o'clock in the morning.
Gu Chen suddenly heard a conversation coming from near the main hall of the temple.
Using his master's level of observation, Gu Chen could vaguely hear that one of them was a young monk, and the person he was talking to seemed to be an old man, but the young monk called him Master Wu.
After hearing this, Gu Chen sat up directly.
"Is Master Wu back from the exchange?" After thinking about it, Gu Chen prepared to wake up Officer Wang.
But when he turned around to look, he found Officer Wang sleeping soundly there, seemingly very tired.
Thinking about it, it was not easy to disturb, so Gu Chen decisively gave up the opportunity to disturb the tryst between Officer Wang and Duke Zhou. He directly put on his coat, put on his mobile phone, opened the door gently, then covered it up, and walked towards the source of the sound.
Walk quickly in the direction.
At this moment, although some of the lights in the hall were extinguished, there were still many candles lit.
This is the brightest spot in the entire temple.
At this moment, Gu Chen found an old master talking to several people.
And these people, Gu Chen had seen before when he came to Beiling Temple, they were the men and women sitting in the main hall, meditating silently while reciting scriptures.
"Why aren't they asleep yet?" Gu Chen rubbed his eyes and could only walk over lightly.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So, do you know what to do?" the older master asked a middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman clasped her hands together and nodded silently: "After listening to Master Wu's advice, I immediately felt better. It seems that I haven't practiced enough."
"Take your time. Some things cannot be forced. You just don't concentrate on things and are easily distracted. Come here tomorrow to practice for a few days. I believe the confusion in your heart can be solved quickly."
"Yes, Master Wu, thank you Master Wu." The middle-aged woman clasped her hands together very sincerely and bowed to the old master named "Master Wu".
Then, Master Wu waved his hand, and the man and woman beside the middle-aged woman also said goodbye one after another.
After a few people left the main hall, they began to walk together to where Gu Chen lived just now, and he must have lived here too.
Seeing several people passing by him, Gu Chen quickly stopped the middle-aged woman and asked, "Sister, is the person who was talking to you just now Master Wu?"
"That's right." When Gu Chen suddenly called out, the middle-aged woman also paused.
"Okay, thank you." Gu Chen thanked him and walked quickly in the direction of Master Wu.
At this moment, the young monk was clearing away the cushions for the few people just now, while Master Wu was standing in front of the Buddha statue, silently reciting something.
Gu Chen walked behind him. Master Wu's ears trembled slightly, as if he also noticed someone behind him.
He immediately opened his eyes and turned his head to look.
Seeing that Gu Chen had an unfamiliar face, he asked him out of curiosity: "Donor, are you okay?"
"Are you Master Wu?" Gu Chen asked him.
The old master did not answer immediately, but the young monk who had just tidied up the cushions hurriedly came to the old master's ear and whispered a few words to him.
The old master nodded silently and signaled the young monk to go get busy first. He took a step forward, looked at Gu Chen and asked, "You came here specifically to see me?"
"That's right, I've been waiting for you for a long time, can I have a chat with you?" Gu Chen also said with a sincere tone.
Master Wu looked Gu Chen up and down.
Gu Chen was only wearing a down jacket, a pair of long johns, and even no socks or outer pants.
It can be seen that he just heard his own movement, so he got up and hurried over.
So Master Wu asked Gu Chen: "The donor is staying here tonight, right?"
"That's right." Gu Chen nodded silently.
Master Wu grinned and asked Gu Chen: "Aren't you cold? The weather has been cold recently, and our Beiling Mountain has a high altitude and heavy cold. The donor is not afraid of catching a cold?"
"I have a strong body, no problem." Gu Chen also said with a smile.
When Master Wu saw this, he also smiled lightly and said: "You live in the guest room, but you can know my arrival. It seems that your hearing ability is good, but..."
After thinking for a while, Master Wu added: "But there is a distance from the guest room to the main hall. The donor can hear my arrival from such a long distance, which shows that the donor is indeed extraordinary."
It was late at night, and Gu Chen didn't think too much when he was communicating with the legendary Master Wu at the entrance of the hall.
But there was something wrong in Master Wu's words, and Gu Chen didn't realize the problem.
When the young monk saw this, he hurriedly leaned into Gu Chen's ear and reminded him: "Donor, you are disheveled and not suitable for standing at the entrance of the main hall. This is disrespectful to the Buddha."
"Ah?" Gu Chen was reminded by the little master and suddenly realized that he had gone out in such a hurry that he didn't wear any outer pants or socks.
Standing here wearing a down coat is indeed a bit disrespectful to Buddhism.
Gu Chen was a little embarrassed, but quickly explained: "Sorry, I just heard that Master Wu was coming back, so I got excited and forgot to get dressed and come over. I just wanted to see Master Wu as soon as possible..."
Before Gu Chen could finish speaking, Master Wu waved his hand to interrupt and asked softly: "Is the donor confused?"
"Ah?" After hearing what Master Wu said, Gu Chen also had a dumbfounded expression.
"I'm just asking if there is anything in your heart that you can't answer?" the little master explained in an easy-to-understand way.
"Oh." Gu Chen reacted and said "oh" before saying again:
"This time I came to Beiling Temple to see Master Wu. I really have something important to discuss with Master Wu. I wonder if Master Wu is not convenient tonight?"
"It's already very late, how about tomorrow?" The young master also replied on Master Wu's behalf.
But Master Wu waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, but it's not a suitable place to talk here. Otherwise, this benefactor can go to my Zen room and have a talk. What do you think of the benefactor?"
"Of course it's possible, but it will disturb Master Wu." Gu Chen naturally knew that Master Wu had just returned from an exchange outside and was already very tired.
And it was indeed a bit impolite for me to ask Master Wu to find out the situation late at night.
But after all, I came here to investigate the case, and the disappearance of Sun Yunmei has not yet been solved.
Gu Chen is a workaholic. When he saw Master Wu who could give him clues, he stood in front of him.
There are some things that Gu Chen wants to know as soon as possible and doesn't want to delay them until tomorrow.
After all, today's things are done today, and tomorrow will be full of variables.
Master Wu looked Gu Chen up and down, and when he saw that Gu Chen was looking upright and upright, he also grinned and said, "Then donor, come with me."
"Okay." When Gu Chen saw Master Wu turning to leave, he didn't hesitate and followed directly.
The two of them came to a Zen room in another place, one after the other.
The room here is obviously much more spacious than the room where I just slept.
The area is large, and there are many Zen culture decorations in the room.
There is also a large calligraphy and painting with the word "Zen" hanging on the wall.
There were cushions placed beside the bed, and there were also a dazzling array of strange and weird items that even Gu Chen had never seen before.
Seeing that Gu Chen was quite curious about the room, especially the many items on the bookcase, Master Wu also grinned:
"Oh, these are all gifts given to me by donors. I usually refuse to accept them, but they just put them down and leave. I can't deal with them, so they are piled here temporarily."
"When these donors come to Beiling Temple in the future, I will return these things to them."
"Oh." Gu Chen just said "oh" simply, and it didn't feel like there was any fuss.
After all, Master Wu should have a very high status in the minds of these people.
It seems reasonable to give him some gifts.
But Gu Chen still knows the goods. Many of the various items on this bookcase are valuable.
While Gu Chen was visiting the room, Master Wu had already poured a cup of tea for Gu Chen, handed it to Gu Chen and said: "Donor, please drink a cup of hot water to warm yourself up. It's cold at night in our Beiling Mountains, and many people don't like it."
adapt."
"Thank you." Gu Chen took the cup, thanked him, and finally sat on the wooden bench beside him under Master Wu's arrangement.
Master Wu lifted up his cotton robe, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on a soft cushion on the bed, assumed a meditative posture, and asked Gu Chen:
"You still don't know what the donor's name is?"
"Oh, my name is Gu Chen." Gu Chen said.
"Oh, Gu Chen? The name is quite nice. So, Donor Gu, why did you come here to see me tonight?" Master Wu asked.
"I'm asking you about Sun Yunmei." Gu Chen said casually.
However, when Master Wu heard the words "Sun Yunmei", his eyes froze and his expression suddenly became complicated.
Seeing this, Gu Chen quickly asked Master Wu: "Master Wu, I heard that you are very familiar with Sun Yunmei, right?"
"We can be considered old friends," Master Wu said.
"Then do you know where Sun Yunmei is now? She has not contacted her family for a long time, and her mobile phone cannot be reached. She is now in a state of disconnection..."
"I know."
Before Gu Chen finished speaking, Master Wu nodded in response: "What is your relationship with the person named Zhao Ke before?"
"This man named Zhao Ke also came to Beiling Temple during the day. He also said he came to see Sun Yunmei. You must know him, right?"
It felt like a lot of people came to Beiling Temple to look for Sun Yunmei in one day, and Master Wu was also quite curious to ask Gu Chen.
Gu Chen grinned, dug twice in the pocket of his down jacket, then took out the wallet with the People's Police ID card, showed it in front of Master Wu and said:
"Actually, I am a police officer. I came to Beiling Temple this time to find out the whereabouts of Sun Yunmei. Her family has now called the police and said that there has been no trace of Sun Yunmei for nearly a month."
"I suspect that Sun Yunmei is in danger now, so we asked us to come over to understand the situation."
After a pause and seeing Master Wu's melancholy expression, Gu Chen then asked, "So, does Master Wu know where Sun Yunmei is now?"
"Uh, this..."
Seeing that Gu Chen had revealed his identity as a police officer, Master Wu seemed a little embarrassed.
But after a brief hesitation for a few seconds, Master Wu still replied calmly: "As for where Sun Yunmei is now, I have no comment, because I don't know where she is now."
"Aren't you very familiar with her? And you two seem to be old friends? Then do you know where she should go?" Gu Chen asked again.
However, this time, Master Wu's silence time was extended a lot.
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