"Wang Jian?" The old monk saw that Wang Jian was distracted and called softly.

"Ah?" Wang Jian came back to his senses, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "This is my first time here."

But the old monk smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked into the main hall, saying as he walked: "A few days ago, a Shaanxi man also came here. He knelt in front of the Buddha and didn't know what he said. He left behind

I bought a lot of incense money and a package, saying that I asked the old monk to give it to a destined person. Just wait."

Wang Jian couldn't see through this old monk, so he stood in front of the temple door and waited quietly.

Soon, the old monk took a small square wooden box wrapped in cloth and handed it to Wang Jian. He breathed tiredly and said: "I saw that you were destined, so I fulfilled the benefactor's wish and gave this thing to you.

Namo Amitabha..."

"May I ask the eminent monk, the name of the benefactor?" Wang Jian weighed the box in his hand. It was not very heavy. It was probably some precious object. The wooden box was exquisitely carved with auspicious clouds and dragon patterns.

The old monk seemed not to have heard, and turned around and walked into the dark hall, muttering: "The fate of the world is over, the fate of the world is over..."

At this time, the young monk who had led Wang Jian into the temple came over.

"Why is the donor here? The food has been delivered to your house."

After the young monk finished speaking, he saw the wooden box in Wang Jian's hand. He was immediately shocked and hurriedly pulled Wang Jian towards the side of the hall.

Seeing that there was no one around, the young monk whispered in fear: "Master gave this to you?"

Wang Jian nodded. It seemed that the young monk knew something hidden.

"Oh! Master is really stupid!" The young monk suddenly jumped up.

"What?" Wang Jian frowned and asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!