"Donor, this is something that the poor monk had with him and was accidentally lost. If the benefactor found it, please return it."
While Xia Shang was paying attention to the little stone carving, the previous monk had returned to Xia Shang at some point.
This man is bowed, humble and reasonable, which makes people feel good.
Xia Shang hesitated. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask.
"Donor, please return it."
The monk said again.
Xia Shang suddenly realized that he returned the stone sculpture to the other party and praised it politely: "Master's stone sculpture is very exquisite. I wonder where it came from? I want to buy one too."
The monk turned around and shook his head as he walked: "Master has taught you not to make a living from carving, and not to make profit from stone sculptures. Donor, please come back."
Xia Shang did not go back, but quickened his pace to catch up with the monk: "So, this thing was carved by the master's own hands?"
The monk didn't answer.
Xia Shang then asked: "Is this young monk called Fu Sheng?"
After hearing this, the monk stopped and looked back at Xia Shang: "The ordinary monk has never seen a person named Fusheng."
"Then how do you explain the black giant sword on his back? There will never be another such a strange weapon in the world. Where did the master see it?"
Seeing Xia Shang's words of affirmation, the monk couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. After being silent for a while, he shook his head and said, "Amitabha."
"You're a chicken!" Xia Shang couldn't help but curse. He was fully expecting to learn some news about Fu Sheng, but the monk said "Amitabha", which made Xia Shang furious.
Fusheng is a very important role to Xia Shang. First of all, he protected Xia Shang for a period of time and saved Xia Shang's life several times. This is a kind of kindness.
Moreover, Fusheng was young, ignorant, and taciturn. It was true that he had martial arts skills, but he didn't know much about the dangers of the world. Xia Shang was afraid that he would suffer a loss alone in the world. This was a little care from his elder brother to his younger brother.
Fusheng is also the number two of the Humen Shadow Division, and he occupies the most important position in the entire Metropolitan Procuratorate. Xia Shang wants to reorganize the Twelve Divisions, and Fusheng cannot do it without Fusheng.
Fusheng insisted on leaving after meeting Monk Caodeng, as if to confirm something. As for the details, Xia Shang did not know, but since then, there has been no news about Fusheng.
In the past, Xia Shang had secretly inquired about Fusheng, especially after he gained some power from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. But even with some informants from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, there was still no information about Fusheng.
Now it's not easy to see someone related to Fu Sheng, how can Xia Shang let him go casually?
He was really a little anxious when he cursed just now, but after scolding Xia Shang, he regretted it and apologized hastily.
When the monk saw his appearance, he suddenly stopped and said, "Do you know the little monk I carved?"
"know."
"Where did we meet?"
"this……"
"Can't you say?"
"It's really not convenient to say it. I'm afraid it will bring some trouble to the master."
"Trouble? The poor monk understands... Sigh... It seems that he still hasn't taken the path that the poor monk wants him to take."
"What's the meaning?"
"This young monk is the disciple of the poor monk, whose name is Qingxin. He practiced Buddhism with the poor monk for five years, and then quit Buddhism five years ago. His whereabouts are still unknown. The stone carving of this young monk is just a little thought of the poor monk."
"Are you Fusheng's master?" Xia Shang was shocked.
The monk smiled: "The poor monk has a heart of stone. The stone of stone is the heart of the pit of his heart."
"Master Shi Xin, can you tell me something about Fu Sheng?"
"Ten years ago, the poor monk made an appointment with others, not to mention matters of pure heart to others. It is better for the donor not to embarrass the poor monk."
"Have an appointment with someone? Who is it?"
Shi Xin didn't answer and turned back again, preparing to go up the mountain.
Xia Shang caught him and said, "Please think twice about this matter. Fusheng is my good friend. Now that he has disappeared, I am worried about his situation."
"Donor, I'm going to let you down again this time."
"It won't work this way, and that won't work either! It won't work this time! Either you take me to Thousand Buddhas Temple, or you tell me about Fu Sheng."
Xia Shang walked in front and blocked Shi Xin's path.
Shi Xin frowned: "Why do donors always refuse to accept fate and insist on forcing everything?"
"It's you who should let it go. If you want to let it go, why don't you tell me what I want to know? Master, isn't this considered forcing?"
Shi Xin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed: "Since the poor monk made a promise, he must not break the promise. But the benefactor insisted on forcing it, so the poor monk had no choice but to lead the benefactor into Thousand Buddhas Temple."
Xia Shang did not say anything further. Since the other party agreed to take him to Qianfo Temple, it was naturally a good thing. However, this did not mean that Xia Shang would give up asking about Fu Sheng.
Now that he has entered Qianfo Temple, he will naturally have many opportunities to contact Master Shi Xin. Xia Shang is confident that as long as he is given a little time, he can get this master to tell some things about Fu Sheng.
Ever since Master Shi Xin agreed to take Xia Shang and Sophia to Thousand Buddha Temple, the two of them had not spoken to each other on the way up the mountain. On the contrary, Shi Xin's pace was much faster, making both Xia Shang and Sophia exhausted.
On the way, Sophia gasped and asked Xia Shang: "Who is the Fu Sheng you are talking about?"
Xia Shang ignored her.
"I feel like you deliberately forced him to take us into the temple. Isn't this what they often call attacking people's hearts?"
Xia Shang still didn't speak.
"I think some of your Dahua principles are of some use."
Sophia chattered behind her for a long time, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the entrance of the temple.
Standing in front of the Thousand Buddhas Temple, you can smell the faint fragrance inside the temple. This temple located near the capital has a grander gate and taller and wider walls than other temples, although most of the scenery is hidden in the mountains.
Among the steep mountains, but at a glance you can still see that there seems to be a temple at the end of the mountain. I can't imagine how big it is here.
As soon as she arrived at the door, Sophia was attracted by the stone murals on the courtyard wall. Apparently she was also very curious about Chinese carving techniques.
Xia Shang was attracted by a couplet in front of the palace gate.
"Accumulate one virtue every day and worship one Buddha without any worries. Avoid good as evil as worshiping a thousand Buddhas is difficult to save."
The gold-lettered signboard of Thousand Buddhas Temple above your head is heavy and powerful, and is quite a warning.
"It's interesting." Xia Shang couldn't help but praise.
It's a pity that the temples are tightly closed and there is no intention of opening them.
All three people in the group arrived at the door, and Xia Shang knocked on the door.
After waiting for a long time, the temple door cracked open, and the monk revealed half of his face and whispered: "Donor, please come back, Thousand Buddha Temple will be closed for ten days."
With that said, the monk was about to close the door. Xia Shang hurriedly reached out to block the door: "Hey, hey, don't worry. We are not outsiders."
The monk pouted, ignored him, and insisted on pushing Xia Shang out.
At this time, Shi Xin walked to the door: "Junior brother, please tell the host that disciple Shi Xin is back." (To be continued)