"Master Zhang was joking. We were only less than three hours apart. It's great to talk about it there recently." Master Yongjie also smiled and turned the Linglingxiang rosary in his hand. He was obviously very happy for Zhang Jian's safe return: "Master Zhang, you work hard without fear of hardships and dangers. You calm the ghost tide on the coast of the East China Sea, save all the people along the coast from water and fire, and get the blessing of human luck. You can really be said to have a profound source of blessing and immeasurable merit."

"It's just luck, it's just luck." Zhang Jian pursed his lips and did not pretend to be reserved. He still accepted the compliments of the old monk Yongjie. After all, the Buddhist master who could obtain the incense of cultivation of merit was indeed rare for other practitioners on the extraordinary path. However, Zhang Jian calmed down and pulled the old monk's robe and thin sleeves on his left arm and asked, "Master, where are Chu Xiao and Huang Fang?"

"Mr. Huang is dealing with the citizens' affairs with me all day long. Mr. Chu returned from the city two hours ago and met with us. Now they are resting in the refugee camp No. 28 on the back section of the road, but..." Master Yongjie looked at the simple iron fences on both sides of the road in a little troubled manner. He lowered his head and moaned halfway through his words, as if it was a bit inconvenient to say something.

"Master, don't worry. You have cleaned up the nearby ghosts along the way. No evil ghosts will emerge from the fog in the next period of time." Zhang Jian glanced at him and immediately understood the old monk's plan. He probably couldn't bear to bear the continuous protection. After all, the practice of Mahayana Buddhism is not as good as Hinayana Buddhism. It is indeed very particular about the normativeness and consistency of merits and good deeds.

(Mahayana Buddhism has become popular in the territory of the Great Tang Dynasty since 643 AD. It was not until the time of the Middle Ages, when the Mahayana Buddhism was respected by the Shinto Heavenly Court, and it was revered by the Shinto Heavenly Court to be the largest Buddhist Dharma in the Eastern World. The subordinate sects of his theory were the Dharma-Oriental Consciousness-Only Sects, one of the powerful Buddhist sects of the East. According to the "Dabao Ji Sutra" and the "Decision-Vini Sutra", after Master Sanzang ascended to the Western Paradise, he was revered by the Tathagata Buddha as one of the thirty-five ancient Buddhas in Buddhism. He was also respected by the heavens and all realms as the first person in the Middle Ages.)

Even if Zhang Jian saw through his little thoughts, Master Yongjie's old face did not show any embarrassing expression. Instead, he led Zhang Jian to the refugee camp No. 28 in the middle section of S220 Highway with a smile like Maitreya Buddha. When Li Jin fiddled with Guanyin statue, Master Yongjie folded his hands together and bent down at Li Jin and bowed: "Master Li, I will give you this for the time being. I don't need to say anything more important, but you must remember that no matter what you see or hear, don't easily leave the Buddhist seal range set by me."

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely keep this Buddha seal." Li Jin clasped his hands together with fear and fear and replied to the old monk Yongjie. He could not bear the great gift from Master Yongjie. If his lively and active daughter saw this scene and didn't pull off his beard, his father would not be as good as Rourou's life-saving benefactor.

Zhang Jian followed Master Yongjie through one orderly refugee camp after another. Although these refugee camps were small and simple in structure, the center of each resettlement camp was occupied by a pile of burning bonfires. In this night when it seemed extremely slumbering and heavy, it brought a flame of hope in the night when it seemed extremely dark and heavy, which made Zhang Jian feel the warmth of the human road and the Chinese-style excitement.

Those patrolling and guarding the night guards near the camp would respectfully come forward to say hello when they saw Master Yongjie. They always had deep warm pillows and special expectations for the master who rescued them from the terrifying ghosts. If they could learn such a move, they would not mind giving more attentiveness and other external things.

Zhang Jian even saw several charming aunts hiding behind the curtains of the tent, sneaking at the old and more energetic old monk Yongjie. They imitated the young and ignorant girl of seventeen or eighteen years old to look at their beloved, while boldly throwing their heads and lowering their eyebrows shyly. So Zhang Jian smiled and joked at Master Yongjie who was walking in front of him: "Master, you must have been there for countless beautiful scenery after years of your life?"

"Master Zhang was joking. If you can have a green lamp accompanying the ancient Buddha, I can spend the rest of my life, it is already my Amitabha Buddha. The wind, flowers, snow and moon are just piles of red and pink skeletons, and I have long been used to seeing it." Master Yongjie's eyebrows trembled slightly, just like the thin wings on the autumn leaves and cicadas. The Linglingxiang rosary tied to his left wrist quietly exuded a faint pure wood fragrance, which made people calm down. If it weren't for the six monk scars on his head that had been scalded by fire wax since childhood, just this pair of melancholy and vicissitudes of eyes could remind people of the legendary monk Su Manshu who was drunk in the flower field in Shanghai during the Republic of China.

"The tallest tent in front is where they rest." Master Yongjie pointed at the military-green thick engineering tent, which was long and wide like a small bungalow transformed from a large container. A thick cloth roll door was hung on the eaves of the tent, and a little light was faintly lit on the ground in front of the door, and it seemed that someone was moving inside.

"This tent was contributed to us by the boss of a local construction company. At that time, they were inspecting the construction progress of the construction site. As a result, when the riot occurred, the boss and a few workers drove out a large construction car in a panic." Master Yongjie introduced Zhang Jian to Zhang Jian's situation, while leading Zhang Jian into this spacious engineering tent.

The military-green engineering tent looks particularly spacious from the inside, and the square space can even accommodate a single bed for military and civilians and two folding tables and chairs for outdoor use. A strange man in a light blue shirt is sitting on a blue composite seat with a small blue style style holding a black notebook in his left hand and a blue ballpoint pen in his right hand. He sat in front of Huang Fang with a frivolous face, across the distance between a table, while following Huang Fang and whispering something, picking up the ballpoint pen in his hand and writing and drawing on the black notebook, especially his black fire boots always want to go over the bottom of the table and quietly lean against Huang Fang's feet.

On the contrary, Chu Xiao had already put on a black casual dress at this time, leaning on the edge of the bed with excitement, patting the shoulders of a man who looked over forty years and who had two beards on his mouth, walking on a mature route. The two of them were talking and laughing intimately, just like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years was reminiscing about the past.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!