Chapter 232: Do you like Huang Ling like this?
Chu Yang had never been to a Buddhist temple before and been received by the abbot.
However, in my mind, a Buddhist temple is just a temple, no different, and no sacred place. I am a member of an organization and can only have one belief in my heart, so I don’t have any awe for it.
It is said that the Buddha's teachings are boundless, but if you do not save those who are destined to be saved, then perhaps you really have no destiny with the Buddha.
However, it was also surprising to see Uncle Huang being so polite to Abbot Gu Zhen. It seemed that he was a believer in Buddhism.
I've heard people say before that the higher one's position, the more superstitious one becomes.
I still don’t believe it.
Today, it seems to be true. The dignitaries in my hometown attach the most importance to the word "feng shui". The newly opened Xifeng City in the Butai city area is selling well, which means that the location is good and the feng shui is good. It is believed that it was a mass grave in the past and the tombs are the Feng Shui treasures of the past.
Abbot Gu Zhen brought everyone to a private room. Although the furnishings inside were very simple, with just a bed, a table and a few chairs, they were all made of antique mahogany and looked very valuable. What was even more surprising was that it was also equipped with an air conditioner.
This is a bit abrupt.
This monk also needs air conditioning.
It seems that I am biased.
The stool was very hard and uncomfortable to sit on, and there was no backrest. Chu Yang crossed his legs for a moment, but then felt something was wrong and quickly put them down. Huang Ling looked around but didn't feel anything special, so she became impatient and went out to play.
But my mother held me down and made me sit aside, so I could only pout.
There were some side dishes on the table, mainly vegetarian.
The abbot made tea himself, poured a cup for Uncle Huang first, and then said apologetically: "Please have some tea. The tea is not good. Please forgive me."
Drinking tea and talking are quite particular.
Uncle Huang took a drink from the cup, and praised with a doting look on his face: "No, this is the best green glaze tea with morning dew water. It tastes very comfortable. Abbot, you are really polite."
Abbot Gu Zhen then smiled slightly and said, "It's rare to be accepted by Comrade Huang Shi." He quickly stood up and poured a glass for Chu Yang and others.
Chu Yang didn't like tea and only liked carbonated drinks . But after hearing what he said, he had to take a sip. He found it extremely bitter and didn't know how Uncle Huang could stand it, but he still swallowed it with difficulty.
Huang Ling took a sip and spat it out on the ground: "It's so hard to drink, so bitter."
Aunt Huang grabbed her and scolded her: "You are ignorant. You can't spit it out even if you don't like it."
Master Gu Zhen just laughed dryly: "It's okay, kid, this tea is about your state of mind. Only when you are calm can you taste the mystery of it."
Chu Yang thought, is it really that magical? You must be fooling me.
Uncle Huang agreed, took another sip, and looked around: "Last time I came, it seemed to be this room, but there was no air conditioning last time."
Abbot Gu Zhen chuckled and said, "Yes, Mr. Huang hasn't been here for more than a year. Last time you said it was hot, I immediately asked someone to add an air conditioner."
Uncle Huang also apologized a little: "Haha, I can't help it. I'm busy with official duties. The last time you came to the abbot's house, you gave me some advice, which helped me achieve what I wanted and make further progress. I've always wanted to thank you, but I never had the time."
Abbot Gu Zhen put his hands together and said, "Amitabha! I can't say I gave you any pointers. I just helped you to clear your mind. What you can finally understand depends on your own luck and understanding. However, Comrade Huang Shi, you have a connection with my Buddha, so you will naturally be blessed by him."
Chu Yang was sitting aside and finally understood something. A year ago, Uncle Huang was still the deputy. He probably came here to pray for Buddha's blessing and finally got his wish to become the boss, so he was grateful for this place.
Aunt Huang also said: "We still want to go to worship today, can you arrange it?"
It seems that Aunt Huang is even more superstitious than Uncle Huang. Her expression is much more pious and she speaks cautiously. However, people of their age seem to be particularly superstitious. Chu Yang's parents are the same. When something happens, such as getting sick, they don't go to buy medicine first, but go to ask the village fortune teller.
It's also weird.
"Of course. Take a rest. I'll have someone prepare incense, candles and gold ingots for you." The abbot stood up and left leisurely with a smile on his face.
Huang Ling finally lost her patience when she saw that the abbot was not there. She began to shake her body in protest: "Mom and Dad, I want to go out and play. It's so boring here."
Uncle Huang turned around and said impatiently: "If you want to go, go, just don't run around." Now that they were in the temple, she was no longer afraid that anything would happen to her daughter.
"I want Brother Chu Yang to accompany me." Huang Ling grabbed Chu Yang's arm again.
"Brother Chu Yang won't go crazy with you." Aunt Huang's face darkened again.
“Uncle and aunt, let me go play with Huang Ling. I don’t really understand anything about worshipping Buddha.” Chu Yang didn’t want to stay here. He felt bored. The abbot looked like a businessman everywhere and didn’t look like a monk at all.
Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang had no choice but to ask Chu Yang and Huang Ling to go.
Huang Ling was like a woman as quick as the wind, shuttling between various Buddhist temples. It was very difficult for Chu Yang to follow her.
She was also a little brat, not afraid of anything, even the fruits offered to Buddha, but she didn't eat them. She just picked them up, smelled them and put them back. Then she came to a big bell, got extremely excited, ran over and hammered it a few times with her hands.
Unfortunately, his strength was too weak and he couldn't make any sound. He squatted down and held his hands in pain.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yang asked her.
"What's wrong? My hand hurts so much."
"Are you stupid? You're ringing the bell with your hands." Chu Yang laughed .
"What can I do? It won't give me a hammer."
"Haha, I give in."
"You're still laughing at me. You're going too far." Huang Ling ran away angrily again.
She finally stopped under a wishing tree. The tree was already hung with red ribbons. Many tourists went there, paid money, got the ribbons, wrote their wishes on them and hung them on the tree, and they would receive blessings.
Chu Yang walked up to her and saw that she looked serious and sincere, as if she was expecting something.
"Do you want to make a wish?" Chu Yang asked.
"Well, I want to make a wish." Huang Ling hurried over to ask the little monk for the red belt, but the little monk said, "Please make a wish" and pointed to the merit box.
Huang Ling didn't understand what he meant and looked at Chu Yang in confusion.
"They're asking you for money." Chu Yang replied.
"How much? I only have fifty cents." Huang Ling replied.
"Any amount is fine. Isn't it written: No matter how much fate there is, it is all fate. The rise and fall of fate is all destiny."
“Then I’ll give you ten cents. Sincerity is the key to success.” Huang Ling took out fifty cents, but finally couldn’t bear to leave it, so she only threw in ten cents and turned around to smile at Chu Yang.
The little monk immediately frowned, but he had probably never seen such a shameless person before, so he coaxed the little girl with a sentence: "This amount shows your sincerity. If you are not sincere enough, your wish will be difficult to realize."
Haha, this is too much.
"It's okay. I don't need to rush to realize my wish." But Huang Ling didn't care about him at all. She took the red cloth and ran away happily.
Chu Yang originally wanted to see what wish she wrote, but she kept asking Chu Yang to go away and didn't let Chu Yang see it at all.
Chu Yang had no choice but to wait for her outside.
After she hung it up, Chu Yang wanted to go back and take a look, but she pulled him away with a blushing face.
"Don't look at it. Don't look at it."
But Chu Yang remembered that location, that red cloth...
This time Huang Ling ran without direction and ran straight to the innermost part.
Huang Ling saw the small attic halfway up the mountain and on a whim climbed up to take a look.
Chu Yang saw that there were not many people here, and he didn’t know if it was an important Buddhist place, but he couldn’t stop her and followed her up.
In fact, there is nothing on top of it, it's just a small ruined attic with no one in it.
Huang Ling was a little bored and wanted to go downstairs.
Suddenly she tripped over the threshold, but Chu Yang was quick to hug her.
Soft fragrance fills my arms.
Huang Ling looked up and saw Chu Yang's concerned eyes and his handsome and resolute face.
Looking at each other at such a close distance, both of them were stunned.
Huang Ling's big eyes, small nose, and sexy lips were all in front of Chu Yang.
Huang Ling's eyes flickered a little, her pretty face turned redder and redder, all the way to her neck. Her body became as soft as a snake, and her breath smelled like orchid!
Huang Ling was wearing a breathable mountaineering suit today, which was almost tightly attached to her body, so when Chu Yang hugged her, he could clearly feel her figure, which had indeed grown.
Huang Ling thought of the red cloth she had made a wish on, and quickly looked around. It just happened that no one had come up to it, so she put it directly on Chu Yang's lips regardless of everything.
Chu Yang was a little surprised and wanted to hide.
But Huang Ling's plump lips are softer and smoother than those of ordinary girls.
And this place seems particularly exciting.
So the two of them started kissing passionately.
But soon there were footsteps, which woke up the two people who were doing bad things.
The two bounced away, and Huang Ling ran down first.
The strong sense of shame made her afraid to see people.
…
When they were almost ready to go down the mountain, Abbot Gu Zhen came over to see them off and said, "Thank you Mr. Huang for your generous donation to our temple." He then bowed.
"Abbot, you're too kind. I'm just here to repay a favor." Chu Yang then realized that Uncle Huang had just promised to donate a set of bricks and tiles to repair the temple. He didn't know how much it cost, but he heard that your name would be written on each brick, and you could accumulate rewards.
After walking a few steps down, it was probably five o'clock. The bell and drum that Huang Ling had struck just now made five "DuangDuangDuang" sounds, which caught Huang Ling's attention. She was indignant because they didn't sound just now.
Abbot Gu Zhen said: "Morning bells and evening drums are the tradition of our temple, but this drum is too old, the skin is a bit soft, and the sound is not crisp anymore."
Uncle Huang asked, "How much will it cost to replace the bells and drums?"
Abbot Gu Zhen pretended that he had not expected Uncle Huang to ask this question. He was flustered and hesitated for a while before saying, "Well, it will cost about 20,000 yuan, but you don't need to spend any money, Mr. Huang."
Uncle Huang said to Abbot Gu Zhen: "I don't care enough about religious work. I can only spend some time on this aspect."
"Thank you. Actually, I hope the government can pay more attention to the development of tourism here and promote our Buddhist culture in Bulashan. If a city does not pay attention to cultural construction, it will have no future in the long run."
Uncle Huang nodded and said to Abbot Gu Zhen, "I agree with this. I will study it after I go back. It is my mission to vigorously develop local culture and revitalize tourism. You should also report to the Religious Affairs Bureau and then make a report to the municipal government through the Religious Affairs Bureau."
"Okay." Abbot Gu Zhen said obediently.
For some reason, Chu Yang smelled a strong smell of money.
Where is the pure Buddhist place for enlightenment?
He is just a monk and a businessman.
