It's not the peak season now, so the scenic spot is not full of tourists.
Many of the tourists are even foreigners.
This is normal. Baima Temple actually has a great reputation among foreign Buddhists, and is known as the "Source of Buddhism" and the "Ancestral Court".
The governments of Thailand, Myanmar, and India have all funded the construction of their national-style temple buildings at White Horse Temple.
There were even islanders who funded the construction of a bell tower and a statue of Kukai.
However, Wang Quan didn't have very good memories of this place. When he entered the scenic spot and passed by the monk's monastery, he almost turned around and left.
Because he saw a familiar stranger.
That old monk.
The old monk was standing on the tree-lined path looking at Wang Quan with a smile.
Ye Shengge asked doubtfully: "Brother Quan, do you know that old monk?"
Although she is very unprofessional, she is a Taoist disciple anyway, so it is impossible for her to become too enthusiastic after entering a Buddhist temple.
Wang Quan sighed, "These are all mistakes I made when I was young."
Shaking his head, he took the lead and walked towards the old monk.
The old monk didn't leave either. When he came closer, he smiled and said, "Little donor, long time no see. How are you doing?"
"Master, I am not a donor. My surname is Wang. You can just call me Xiao Wang."
Donors refer to people who believe in Buddhism and then donate money to Buddhist temples or Taoist temples.
Wang Quan regarded them as volunteers for Buddhist temples and Taoist temples.
Anyway, Wang Quan is not.
"It's all the same." The monk smiled, "With the little benefactor's temperament, I'm afraid he won't come to the temple to worship. But today he came..."
He looked at Ye Shengge and Ajiu, "Are these two friends of the little donor who came to Luoyang from other places to travel?"
This is usually the case when locals take friends from out of town to visit famous local attractions.
"It doesn't count." Wang Quan sighed, "Master, is there anyone in our temple who knows how to exorcise evil spirits?"
The master still smiled and said, "Of course there is no such thing."
I don’t know why, but Wang Quan’s mentality is actually quite mature now, but when he saw this master, it inexplicably brought back his original thinking:
"No, Master, tourists come to temples just for peace of mind. The last time I came here, the three sticks of incense alone cost fifteen yuan, and the one I bought was the cheapest."
"The little donor also said it was for peace of mind."
Seeing someone looking this way, even the staff at the scenic spot didn't look right. The old monk smiled and stepped aside, "Little donor, why don't we go to the poor monk's monastery to chat?"
"good."
Jian Duanjie said that Wang Quan and the others followed the old monk along the path for only five minutes, then walked through the wooden door labeled "Monk's Residence, Tourists Are Not Allowed" and entered the monk's wing.
I followed the old monk around the wing and walked for another three minutes, finally arriving at a quiet and elegant courtyard.
"The three donors will wait a moment."
After the three of them sat down at the stone table under the locust tree, the old monk returned to the house and came out with a hot water bottle and four glasses.
After sitting down and pouring four cups of hot tea, he raised his hand and said, "Please."
Wang Quan picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. It was Tieguanyin bought in the supermarket. It was not bitter and he could accept it.
Putting down the tea cup, he pursed his lips and apologized, "Master, I'm sorry, I was the one who got the upper hand just now. Also, I want to apologize for what happened five years ago. I was young, frivolous and ignorant at the time, please don't mind."
"I was quite concerned about it at the time. There were many tourists here, so I could only pretend to be well-educated." The old monk didn't call himself a "poor monk" or "an old man" or anything like that. He blinked and said, "
But then I thought about it, in a few years when the donor matures and you look back on the past, you will definitely be ashamed, so I happily ate two more bowls of rice."
He smiled happily and said, "Looking at the way the donor is apologizing now, it shows that my idea at the time was right."
Wang Quan: "..."
Damn, this old monk is so venomous!
The old monk didn't care and continued: "As for the things you said, donor, they are actually not a problem.
"Buddhist temples also need food, and as you said, they just want peace of mind.
"As for the incense candles...we are much more kind here than Yuji."
Wang Quan whispered: "Could it be that the friend temple you are talking about is..."
The old monk laughed, "Don't say it, don't say it~~"
"Clearly, clearly."
Wang Quan had an "I understand" expression, and then glanced at Ajiu from the corner of his eye.
Ajiu shook his head gently.
Wang Quan sighed inwardly.
It seems that there is really no extraordinary power in the White Horse Temple. Ajiu didn't feel it at all at first.
Then just have peace of mind.
Wang Quan struggled for a long time, and finally said, "Master, that's right, what, I have a friend, he..."
Barabara.
He briefly described his situation.
However, the specific content has been skipped.
"Master, do you think there is any way?"
The master smiled slightly and said, "Follow the doctor's advice, take more medicine, drink more hot water, and stay up less late."
Wang Quan: "..."
Why is this old bald ass here to mess with people's mentality?
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "Master, don't be joking."
"I'm not kidding, the doctors said you have a physical problem. But..." The old monk changed the topic at this point.
He pointed to his heart and said, "Little donor, physical problems are easy to solve, but what about mental problems?"
Wang Quan was stunned, "Psychological problem?"
"That's right." The old monk said lightly, "Little donor, I don't know what kind of power you are talking about, whether it is money or power. Your current mentality is that you know there is a problem, you will be wary, but you will
Subconsciously dependent on it, even addicted to it.”
Wang Quan remained silent with a gloomy face.
After a long while, he sighed: "Master is right."
Indeed, he knew that the more power he borrowed, the more seriously he would be eroded. He even had the long-awaited dream of being in the Republic of China Mansion last night.
The ghost bride in the dream was no longer sitting on the bed, but stood up.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
But...that feeling of being filled with power, as if everything is under control, is really hard to let go of.
And he had a secret he didn't tell.
Although he told Ye Shengge that he could only borrow 10% of his power at most, he actually knew it.
What I borrowed is not even the tip of the iceberg.
At most, it can only be said to be one feather of ten thousand chickens or one drop of nine oxen.
This is still an exaggeration.
So, how strong is the Ghost Bride?
He didn't dare to think about it.
"Master, what should I do?"
"We must learn to exercise restraint and actively seek solutions."
The old monk said this as if he didn't say it.
But it is very useful for Wang Quan.
He nodded, "I understand, Master, thank you."
Restraint is easy to say, but it requires him to have extremely strong self-control.
Wang Quan thought he could give it a try.
He was able to get into the position of a middle-level junior leader, and it was not because of his face.
As for a solution...of course he has one.
That’s the next blind date!
As for now... let's take Ajiu back to buy daily necessities.
There is still a lot of preparation work ahead.
Test how much power you can borrow without deep mental pollution.
Resign.
Convert some of the gold bars into money, and maybe buy a new house.
Then I went to Ye Shengge and his company boss to talk about the APP and see if they knew about the problem with the APP.
There are still many things going on, but Wang Quan's character is relatively stable.
He decided to take it step by step.
Standing up, he nodded, "Master, let's go first."
"Well, let's scan the code first." The master took out his mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat QR code.
Wang Quan grinned, took out his mobile phone and added a friend.
The other party’s WeChat name is Master Shi Yanle, and his profile picture is a monk wearing sunglasses and holding a guitar. The monk also raised his hand to make a V.
Seeing Wang Quan's strange expression, Master Shi Yanle smiled slightly and said, "I'm live broadcasting on Kuaishou. My ID is my WeChat name. Remember to follow me."