Chapter 296 Burning Incense and Worshiping Buddha (9th
She definitely didn't expect that the relationship between Feng Yanran and Zhang Yang had developed rapidly beyond friendship. They had been struggling for a long time in the morning.
"That's not entirely true. Things are more important than picking up the plane." Zhang Yang said with a smirk.
"It's more important than picking up the airport, what is that?"
"It's just work stuff, it's very tiring so don't talk about it." Zhang Yang glanced at Feng Yanran with a smile and gave an ambiguous answer.
"Only you? You also care about work? It's very tiring?" Shen Xue gave him a blank look and said disdainfully.
After all, she is a little girl who still knows little about men and women, so of course she cannot tell what Zhang Yang is saying.
You know, nothing happened after living in the villa for such a long time, so she didn't think about it at all.
"Well, it's quite tiring, and you will feel it in the future." Zhang Yang said seriously.
But I thought in my heart, even if it is tiring others, it is best to tiring myself. No matter how tiring it is, I am willing to do it. Thinking of this, my eyes couldn't help but secretly look at Shen Xue's delicate body.
In fact, we can't blame him for being obscene. After arriving in Beidu, not only did he experience the love between a man and a woman, but also two girls at once. Any normal man would have such thoughts.
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Feng Yanran's pretty face had been as red as a cloth. When she heard that he was still talking nonsense, she couldn't help but kicked him hard and said to Shen Xu: "Don't listen to his nonsense, there is no seriousness at all."
"I already knew he was this kind of person."
Shen Xue giggled and continued: "Let's go, I'll pick you up and treat you to a big meal."
After finishing speaking, he affectionately took Feng Yanran's arm and walked out of the hall, while Zhang Yang hurriedly followed.
Shen Xue took the two of them to a Western restaurant to eat steak. Feng Yanran had studied abroad and was no stranger to this. Moreover, as a company leader, she was very proficient in using knives and forks.
On the contrary, Zhang Yang was not used to eating this kind of food for the first time. In the end, he just picked it up and gnawed it without any scruples, which attracted the side glances from the guests in the western restaurant, while Shen Xue and Shen Xue were naturally laughing.
Ear your lips.
During the meal, Tang Shuxin called and told him that the head of the drug procurement department would come to discuss the hemostatic powder tomorrow morning, which was to finalize the time.
After dinner, Feng Yanran proposed to buy two pieces of work clothes and then a briefcase. Zhang Yang understood that she was preparing for tomorrow.
"Why don't you just buy one? I'll only use it for one day tomorrow."
Women are very careful when buying clothes, especially Feng Yanran who has to consider her status and will not be careless in the slightest.
Zhang Yang was very impatient and couldn't help venting his dissatisfaction as he and Shen Xue discussed in the mall and tried on clothes repeatedly.
"What do you know? You have to have a spare one." Feng Yanran rolled her eyes at him and continued to look left and right in front of the mirror.
Wearing a small black suit and a white women's shirt, the buttons of the shirt are stretched tightly by the plump peaks, giving her a ready-to-come-out attitude.
The tight buttocks under the women's trousers were undeniable, and Zhang Yang's thoughts began to get dirty again.
Such a perfect woman belongs to him, and even a man would feel proud...
"You're only going to wear it for one day and do you need a spare?" Zhang Yang swallowed and asked.
"Of course, what if you accidentally get dirty? You can't wear dirty clothes to discuss business. Not only will your company's image be damaged, but it will also be disrespectful to the other party."
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Although Beidu is the capital of China, with high-rise buildings, hotels and shopping malls everywhere, there are very few places to actually visit.
"Go to Jing'an Temple. Burn incense and make wishes there. I heard it is very effective."
After walking out of the mall, the three of them sat in the BMW MINI. They didn't know where to go for fun in the afternoon. Shen Xue thought for a while and then suddenly said.
"Well, I will burn incense sticks for the company. I hope that one day I can become one of the top ten listed companies in China." Feng Yanran agreed, but her words did not leave the company.
"Once you make a wish, it won't come true." Zhang Yang said with a bad smile.
"Nonsense." Feng Yanran stretched out her hand and twisted his waist, and said angrily.
"Let's go, sincerity will lead to success."
Shen Xue said it very seriously, even with a pious look on her face, but the following words surprised people: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I might as well go and have some fun."
If the Buddha heard what she said, he would be so angry that he would faint, Zhang Yang thought to himself.
Jing'an Temple is located on Jing'an Mountain in the southern suburbs of Beidu, not too far away. The three of them drove there in ten minutes.
A large bluestone archway at the foot of the mountain serves as the entrance. After entering, there are rows of smooth stone steps leading to the temple on the top of the mountain. It can be seen that there are usually many pilgrims.
On both sides were trees whose leaves were beginning to turn yellow. This scene reminded Zhang Yang of the time in Danxia Mountain, which was very similar to this scene.
It was not the weekend, so there were not many pilgrims, only twos and threes passing by. After arriving at Jing'an Temple, the main hall was also deserted.
There are unburned incense bundles burning on the large incense burner, exuding the smell of green smoke and sandalwood. Opposite is the *Buddha's niche, which makes people unconsciously full of piety.
"Let's go, let's reward the incense money first." Shen Xue was no stranger to this place and said to the two of them.
I saw a middle-aged monk in his forties sitting on one side of the door, with rows of incense bunches in front of him, and his face was full of piety.
But his eyes always drifted towards Shen Xue and Feng Yanran intentionally or unintentionally, and he must have been moved by seeing these two beauties.
The incense bundles are divided into three types according to their size and length, and are wrapped in yellow gold paper. They are very delicate but also superfluous, which invisibly divides this pious wish into three, six or nine grades.
Zhang Yang walked up to the monk, dug in his pocket, took out a crumpled fifty yuan and put it into the cardboard box in front of him.
It's not that he has no money, but it's all in his bank card. Just these fifty yuan, and I don't know when the remaining cash was all given to Buddha.
If there was a credit card machine, he would definitely donate more money for incense. He was very sincere towards the Buddha.
When he was about to reach out for the incense bundle, the monk stopped him with his hand. He didn't say anything but glanced at the box next to him.
Damn it, this monk is also a sultry type. If the incense money is too little, just say no? Zhang Yang cursed with some dissatisfaction.
We must know that no matter how much money the pilgrims invested in the past, the monks would be extremely polite and enthusiastic because it was a free donation.
To put it bluntly, it is just to support the monks in the name of the Buddha. Even if the poor people do not donate money, they can burn incense sticks and pray for blessings, and the monks will not refuse.
"How much does an incense stick cost?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Donor, one hundred yuan." The monk glanced at him with a look of disdain in his eyes.
"So expensive?" Zhang Yang blurted out.
Obviously, this Buddhist niche for people to make wishes has become a tool for making money. If the Buddha knew this, would he cry and blame himself?
"What the donor said is wrong. How can there be distinction between high and low when burning incense and praying for blessings? This is disrespectful to the Buddha." The monk clasped his hands and said.
"There is no distinction between high and low, so why can't you get enough incense and money?"
Zhang Yang thought to himself that even monks are so shameless. There is no distinction between high and low when burning incense and praying for blessings, but there is a distinction between high and low with your incense money. Isn't this a contradiction?
The monk looked around and saw that there were no other pilgrims. He straightened his back and said, "The monks in the temple all rely on incense money to make a living, and these incense bundles are specially made to express their devotion to the Buddha, so...
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Before he finished speaking, his meaning was already very clear. Now there are labor and material costs for burning incense and praying, just like the company, which made Zhang Yang dumbfounded.
All beggars think they have too little money, it’s so crazy these days...
"Forget it Zhang Yang, stop messing around." Feng Yanran heard the conversation between the two. Although she was dissatisfied with the monk, there was no need to continue to entangle her and ruin her pious mood.
Of course, the main thing is that there is no shortage of money. After saying that, he took out a few hundred dollar bills from his pocket and put them into the box.
It was too late for Zhang Yang to stop him, and of course he didn't feel sorry for the money. The key was that it was not worth throwing it away in vain, and more importantly, it was done under the guise of Buddha, which made him even more angry.
Feng Yanran took three ordinary bouquets of incense and handed one to Shen Xue and Zhang Yang.
Then he lit the incense fire next to him, knelt down on the mat devoutly and kowtowed a few times, then murmured to himself, obviously making a wish.
Although Zhang Yang knew that such a wish was of no use at all, he still knelt down with Shen Xue. At least seeing Feng Yanran's serious expression, he thought it was just a formality.
While the three of them were burning incense and making wishes, an old lady came in at some point. After investing a hundred yuan in incense money, she also knelt in front of the Buddhist altar.
"Please Buddha, please bless my son to go home safely and soon." The old lady's voice was very low, but Zhang Yang heard it clearly. Knowing that this was a mother making a wish for her son, she couldn't help but take a second look.
The old lady was in her sixties, and her hair was completely white and pulled up into a bun. Even though she was only wearing ordinary blue cloth clothes, she could not hide her noble temperament.
He looked slightly haggard and had tears in his eyes, showing that he was worried about his son's safety.
"Aunt Xu, let's go back quickly. The old man will definitely get angry again when he finds out."
Next to him, a middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed in the same simple servant's attire, paused and continued with anxiety in her eyes: "You also know that he doesn't believe in these superstitious things. The last time he came here to burn incense, he got furious when he found out.
, I am not allowed to accompany you anymore."
"What right does he have to get angry? If it weren't for him, how could Ying'an..."
The old lady's face was full of excitement, her voice was choked, and she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She burst into tears in sadness.
When Zhang Yang heard this, he had already vaguely noticed something, and his first reaction was to guess that it was the family that had declined among the four major families.
It is undeniable that the reason why the first reaction was one of the four major families was because Shen Xue once said.
The descendants of their family disappeared or did not come back for some random reason.
This dress does look like a declining family. Otherwise, with the prestige and strength of the four major families, not to mention wearing gold and silver, at least they would not be as shabby as they are now. (To be continued)