Huangyue Temple's criteria for selecting a destined person are very simple. To be a destined person, you need to meet two conditions: you must be sincere and you must have a lot of money.
In the eyes of the great monk, Hu Huifang undoubtedly meets these two conditions very well. Looking at the clothes of the family, you can tell that she is not the one who lacks money.
Seeing Hu Huifang's convinced face, the monk stroked his beard and said nothing more. It is important to say this kind of thing to the point, otherwise he will make mistakes if he talks too much.
Zhang Zhong stood in the back silently. Nowadays, many temples ask for fortune-telling, and their main skill in interpreting fortune-telling is also to read fortune tellers.
As the Prime Minister's Yingyao formula says.
Begin to understand what you are coming to, and don’t hesitate before speaking.
The great monk was a veteran, and after listening to Hu Huifang's many words, he generally understood Zhang Zhong's situation.
"The donor has a predestined relationship with this temple, so he can enter the back temple to worship the Buddha."
It will definitely cost money to enter the Hou Temple. Although Hu Huifang yearns to go to the Hou Temple, she is still a little hesitant.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Then go in and burn the incense sticks."
Although they said they were burning incense sticks, they really were just burning incense sticks. Although the Zhike monk next to him kept hinting that the more money he spent on sesame oil, the more blessings the Bodhisattva would have, but Zhang Zhong turned a deaf ear and kept saying, "A sincere heart leads to spiritual success."
After all, Huangyue Temple has a small reputation, and the Zhike monk is not comparable to the hard-drinking monks in ordinary mountain temples. Even if he asks for money, he will not be too naked. Looking at Zhang Zhong, he looks like he has nothing to lose.
Just give up.
When the family of four came out of Huangyue, the happiest person was Hu Huifang.
She is not a Buddhist, but she has always believed in some strange things. In fact, many people of her generation believe in this. Zhang Zhong remembered that when he was a child, he had a high fever, and Hu Huifang even invited someone to make soup base.
Making soup base is the local name, which is actually the dance of master dance.
Zhang Zhong doesn’t know much about how to dance the Great God in other places, but in Jiangyang, he always gets a bowl of water and runs to the door, holding chopsticks and muttering something in his mouth, shouting the name of the deceased person. If he calls someone, chopsticks
To be able to stand up in the water, it means to say that the source is in this deceased person, and then say a few good words, preferably a promise.
Then, it depends on immunity.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhong had a good immune system and was able to survive. However, after he survived, Hu Huifang believed in these things even more.
Zhang Zhong has no idea of popularizing science to his mother. He has always been neutral towards these things, and he does not completely deny them. However, he will remain skeptical if he does not see ghosts and gods.
The hotel's electric tour bus had limited power, so Zhang Zhong didn't dare to drive too far. He wandered around for a while and returned to the hotel after dinner.
Qingluo Xiaozhu is not only famous for its environment, but its food is also quite famous on the island in the middle of the lake.
Even if many tourists cannot afford to live in Qingluo's courtyard, they will come here to try his food.
By noon, the number of tourists on the island in the center of the lake gradually increased. When they arrived at the hotel, the dining hall was almost full, but Zhang Zhong did not need to worry about seats because he had asked the hotel to reserve a private room before leaving.
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After lunch, we took a short break and strolled around Tulip Heights in the afternoon. In the evening, each family of four sat on a wicker chair.
Even Pengpeng made a large recliner, and his little body curled up in the recliner.
She looked a little sleepy. The afterglow of the setting sun hanging in the west reflected on her little face. Her big, bright eyes had only a small gap left because their eyelids were drooped, as if she was about to fall asleep at any moment.
At the lakeside, you can't see the scene where the sun disappears halfway below the sea level like at the seaside. It's winter now, and the sun is almost gone before it even reaches the horizon.
When the sunset ended, the sky suddenly became much darker, and the breeze blowing from the water became even cooler. Zhang Zhong withdrew his gaze from the west and turned to look at Peng Peng next to him. The little girl had completely fallen asleep.
Afraid that she would freeze, Zhang Zhong picked her up from the wicker chair and returned to the room.
After returning to the house, the old couple also yawned and prepared to go to bed. Although they were still in Jiangyang, the fatigue of the journey was still reflected.
After saying good night, Zhang Zhong did not go back to the house immediately, but went to the study first.
Most of the books in the study are brand new. Only a few books near the door have signs of being frequently read. Most of the guests probably come here just to touch the books they can get.
Zhang Zhong didn't have much interest in the books on the shelves. He came here to do work.
He was going to post "The Mysterious Case of Starrs Manor" to the website. In fact, it was the same as posting on his mobile phone from the room where he slept, but he was used to working in the study.
Sitting behind his desk, he sent out all the drafts of "The Strange Case of Starrs Manor".
He had already saved this book in the backend draft of Provoking Literature before, so now it is very hassle-free and he only needs to move his fingers to send it.
This time he did not choose to serialize it, but posted the entire book at once. Originally, he considered waiting for a period of time for the electronic version to be released together with the physical version, but what happened in the past two days made him change his plan.
He has no obsession with the Chinese Detective Master Award. If he has one, he will get it, and if he doesn't, he won't. His life will not change much because of this award.
It's just that he didn't want the media to pay too much attention to these news, so he decided to release a new book to divert attention.
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When "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" was uploaded to the website, Duan Qiao, the editor in charge of Zhang Zhong, was having dinner with his girlfriend.
His girlfriend and he were college classmates. The two got through the graduation season and their relationship began to take the next step. This time they went on a date and talked about meeting their parents.
The sudden message on the phone interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Duan Qiao was about to turn off the phone, but when he saw the message that it was a fifth-grade vegetative state, he straightened up immediately.
"Xiaoyun, let me read a message first."
He talked to his girlfriend and clicked on the message.
The Mysterious Case at Styles Manor?
new book?
One hundred and fifty thousand words?
One message after another, Duan Qiao was constantly shocked. What was going on? Why was a new book released? Wasn't the "I Am a Fortune Teller" just released a few days ago?
How many books has a fifth-grade vegetative person written?
Duan Qiao didn't believe that these books were all written recently. No one could write so fast!
Accumulate and develop.
No, it should be called a thick accumulation explosion!
In the past, Duan Qiao had the habit of previewing the novel, but not this time. With 150,000 words, even if he glanced at it, by the time he finished it, his girlfriend would have run away.
After glancing at the first two thousand words, Duan Qiao clicked "Approval".
"What's going on?" Seeing Duan Qiao put down his cell phone, his girlfriend asked curiously.
Duan Qiao said with a smile, "The fifth-grade vegetative people have distributed a new book. This time it is extraordinary. It has 150,000 words and no more toothpaste for us."
When his girlfriend heard this, her eyes lit up and she quickly took out her mobile phone, "The fifth-grade vegetable has published a new book? And it has 150,000 words? Just wait for me for a while, and I'll take a look."
Duan Qiao:......
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