In fact, there is more or less unhappiness in everyone's heart.

Xia Jian did not expect that Ouyang Hong, as the deputy mayor of Pingdu, was full of worries. The meal lasted for a long time, and the three people were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, exuding the unhappiness in each other.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Ouyang Hong's secretary called, and she rushed back to the municipal government a little reluctantly. Only He Jing and Xia Jian were left in the room.

"Mr. Xia! Should you consider your lifelong affairs? I'm afraid this will not work!" He Jing suddenly changed the topic and asked Xia Jian a question.

Xia Jian smiled and said, "You know, I like freedom. Besides, I always feel that fate has not come!" Xia Jian found an excuse randomly and pushed the problem to the fate.

He Jing let out a long sigh and said, "Do you believe in fate?"

"If you believe in this kind of thing, you will have it, and if you don't believe in it, you won't. I didn't believe in anything before. It's different now. Perhaps because I have experienced a lot of things, my thoughts have changed slightly! Oh! The weather is good today, so I'll take you to a place!" Xia Jian said and stood up.

He Jing shook her head helplessly. She knew that Xia Jian was avoiding talking about personal emotional issues.

On the small road in the suburbs of the city, a motorcycle was running fast. The ones sitting on the car were Xia Jian and He Jing. Although the sun was shining, the temperature was not very high this season. He Jing, who was sitting behind the car, pressed her head tightly against Xia Jian's back, and her hands were wrapped around Xia Jian's waist.

The uneven village road invisibly slowed down the motorcycle. He Jing, who was sitting behind the car, asked loudly: "Where are you going to take me?"

"Lingguang Temple! Have you heard of it? When I returned to the village last time, my mother told me that people who are sick and ill are here to resolve the problem," Xia Jian said loudly.

He Jing, who was sitting behind the car, breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't say anything because her illness was a little bad recently. Xia Jian did this obviously to make her feel relieved. But she knew how many people could resolve the serious illness on her body when they came here?

Soon, a beautiful scenery appeared in front of me. I saw a dangerous mountain with mountains and lush pine and cypresses. Several temples appeared and disappeared among these pine and cypresses.

Xia Jian parked his motorcycle at his feet and took He Jing to climb a artificially built staircase. These steps were trampled by pilgrims here, making people feel the long history of Lingguang Temple.

As they were going up the mountain, people walked down from time to time. It seemed that the incense here was still quite strong. Xia Jian and He Jing were in poor health, so he walked very slowly and turned around from time to time to pull He Jing.

In fact, this path is nothing for He Jing, but she didn't want to walk fast, so she thought about being able to go with Xia Jian for a little while. No matter how slow she walked, this path had an end after all.

When he arrived at the top of the mountain, He Jing couldn't help but exclaim: "    It's so beautiful! Why didn't I know there would be such a good place in the suburbs?"

"The girl doesn't know that it's right. Although Lingguang Temple has a long history, it was destroyed in the early years, and it was restored in the past two years, so many people don't know." An old monk said with a smile on his hands.

He Jing was slightly shocked by an old monk who suddenly appeared behind her, but she immediately calmed down and said with a smile: "Can the master take us to visit this temple?"

"Amitabha, donor, please come and run away." The old monk smiled faintly, then turned around and walked forward.

Xia Jian saw that this man was about 60 years old, but he was light and walked quickly, just like a kung fu monk in the movie. He couldn't help but take two steps and rushed up.

When the old monk saw Xia Jian coming up, he smiled and said, "The little donor is good at it. There are not many people as young as you who can have such skills."

"The master is humble, my skills are not worth mentioning at all. The master's skills should be described as good skills," Xia Jian said very modestly.

The old monk stopped and looked Xia Jian carefully from head to toe and said, "The donor is really young and promising. It can be said that he is kind-hearted and will benefit the local people in the future."

Xia Jian was about to speak when suddenly a young monk ran over and said, "Abbot! A pilgrim said he wanted to see you, but I wonder if you are free now?"

"Amitabha! You tell this person, and you will say what the monk Wuxin said, he doesn't have to come to Lingguang Temple again, because the Buddha has a destiny to live with someone, and he has no destiny to me. "The old monk said and recited a few more Buddhist scriptures. Only then did Xia Jian realize that he was the abbot of the here, Master Wuxin.

He Jing took a step forward and smiled slightly and said, "Since he is the abbot, please ask me if my illness can be cured?"

When Master Wuxin heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at He Jing carefully, pointed to the main hall and said, "The donor asked to speak in the hall." Xia Jianma Huiyi took He Jing to incense sticks.

In the Main Hall, although several statues are old and even have oily knees on them, they still have a majesty. It looks naturally awe-inspiring in my heart. This may be the divine power!

When Xia Jian and He Jing were burning incense, Wuxin stood by the side and recited a few Buddhist scriptures for them. Then he smiled slightly and said, "We have more than ten temples in Lingguang Temple, distributed on three hills. It can be said that all the steep and dangerous beauty can be taken. It is not easy for the donor to come once. You can go to the sightseeing first, and then go to my Zen room to find me."

Abbot Wuxin said, pointing at a moon-shaped round door on the west side of the hall. Then he turned around and left, moving quickly. He could not tell from behind that he was an elderly person.

After leaving the Main Hall, Xia Jian took He Jing to the remaining dozen temples, watched several rare and beautiful scenery, and then walked towards the Zen room of Wuxin Abbot Wuxin.

Abbot Wuxin sat on a wooden chair in the meditation room. He put his hands together and muttered something. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes: "You are here! Please come in the house."

Xia Jian and He Jing walked in lightly. Abbot Wuxin smiled faintly at He Jing and said, "The donor put his hand on the edge of the table, I'll give you a pulse."

He Jing glanced at Xia Jian and acted as he said. Wuxin Abbot put his fingers on He Jing's wrist and then closed his eyes. It took him a long time to open his eyes.

"I will prescribe a secondary Chinese medicine for you, and take it slowly when you go back, your illness will be cured." Abbot Wuxin said, and then picked up the paper and pen on the table.

When Xia Jian heard this, he suddenly became suspicious. He Jing’s disease has no way to deal with modern high-tech. How can a pair of Chinese medicine be taken? Could this old monk have no idea about medicine at all and is sitting here to deceive people?

Prescribe the prescription, Wuxin Abbot said to He Jing: "You take the prescription and take a look at the scenery outside first. I will talk to the male donor about something important. I think he should be a big boss to see if he can contribute some effort to our Lingguang Temple."

When He Jing heard this, he took the place to leave. Xia Jian thought to himself, it turned out that the old monk was thinking here. Could it be that the old monk said that he was the boss because he was dressed a little brightly?

"The donor may have misunderstood just now. Lingguang Temple has always been donating voluntarily by donors and never asks others for it. I just said this to help you, my friend, get rid of it." Master Wuxin said to Xia Jian with a smile. It seems that he has seen through Xia Jian's thoughts.

A little embarrassed, Xia Jian hurriedly asked Master Wuxin, "Can my friend's illness be cured? If this is the case, we really want to give some effort to Lingguang Temple."

"Haha! It's too simple for the donor to think about the problem. The fate of a person is destined to heaven. If there are disasters and difficulties, I can help overcome the tribulation, but who can't change it in life. I believe that you know your friend's illness in your heart, and it's impossible to cure it. I just made her feel relieved. "When the abbot Wuxin said, Heshi said again, "Amitabha Buddha."

When Xia Jian heard this, he realized that this Wuxin Abbot was really not simple. He had a pulse of He Jing's disease. Just as he said, He Jing's disease was really not well treated. The doctor had already concluded her disease, but everyone just said it.

"Abbot! I am a person with many disasters and difficulties. Can you take this opportunity to solve my doubts for me?" Xia Jian suddenly changed the topic. He didn't want to talk about He Jing anymore, because when he thought of He Jing's illness, he still felt a little sad.

After hearing what Xia Jian said, Abbot Wuxin couldn't help but stare at Xia Jianduo and glanced at him, then smiled and said, "The donor has many disasters and difficulties, but the lucky star shines high, and he can be in danger and transform into danger. Moreover, the donor's fate is peach blossoms, and he revolves around women throughout his life, so many things are successful and failure are women."

When Xia Jian heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "The abbot is really a god, and he can even calculate these. Regardless of whether it is accurate in the future, this is the current situation of my current situation."

"   This kind of thing can only be used as a reference.        People always have to struggle. Sometimes people's destiny will change with your strength, so there is nothing in the world that remains unchanged." After the abbot Wuxin finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Xia Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Abbot, I see that the statue of the Main Hall is old. I originally intended to take out 100,000 yuan and once shaped the Buddha statue of the Main Hall."

"Amitabha, the donor is really my Buddha's destiny. The Buddha will bless you with peace for life." Abbot Wuxin nodded at Xia Jian.

This afternoon, Xia Jian and Abbot Wuxin talked about a lot of things. He never expected that Abbot Wuxin was nearly 80 years old, but because he practiced hard and had skill, he could not tell his actual age.

What made Xia Jian happiest was that there were some things that could not be understood. When Master Jing Wuxin solved the problem, he suddenly realized that some things were not something that others could not get along with him, but that they had added trouble to him.

Because of the relationship, Xia Jian forgot that He Jing was waiting for him alone. It was not until the sky was dark that he thought of He Jing, so he hurriedly bid farewell to Master Wuxin and ran out quickly.
Chapter completed!