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Sure enough, as Wang Lan guessed, the population of Hanming Temple today has skyrocketed. In order to limit the number of tourists in Hanming Temple, the traffic police even implemented traffic control. It is to pass in batches with limited passage, and visitors are allowed to enter one by one.

The Hanming Temple is located on the mountainside of the West Mountain. After years of tourism development, the road on the Hanming Temple is well built. The 10-meter-wide steps are neat and tidy, but even so climbing the 300-meter mountainside requires very good physical fitness.

There will be a leisure area every tens of meters. Tourists can enter the leisure area to play, buy drinks, food and so on. Of course, the beverage and food in the scenic area basically have one characteristic, that is expensive.

If you don’t want to climb the stairs yourself, you can also take the sightseeing cable. At a cost of eight hundred jade coins, one person can ride from the foot of the mountain to the gate of Hanming Temple.

Wang Lan, Jiang Xinyu, and Jiang Xinyu's mother Huang Jinqi walked slowly to the top of the mountain along the crowd. For the two Star Martial Artists in the Star Sea Realm, this distance is nothing. And Huang Jinqi has Jiang Xinyu and Jiang Xinchen taking turns supporting it, which is not a big deal.

Huang Jinqi had watched Wang Lan grow up since he was a child, and treated Wang Lan like his nephew. It was Huang Jinqi who never knew that Wang Lan's mother was the famous Southern Yan Emperor. Now that she knows it, she is a little bit emotional.

The Wang family and Jiang family met from the landlord and tenant. Jiang Xinyu's father rented Wang Ling's office building when he started his business. Sometimes Wang Ling entrusts Wang Lan to Huang Jinqi to take care of him if he wants to go on a mission. Huang Jinqi fell in love with Wang Lan when he first took over.

Wang Lan was so clever back then, and she was too cute. I am old, and always like to miss the past. Huang Jinqi kept talking about Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu's childhood, and in his words he was optimistic about Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu.

Unconsciously, a group of people walked to the top of the mountain. There are a lot of tourists on the top of the mountain, and there is a monk from Hanming Temple at the door selling incense to tourists. It was too unprofessional to see that none of the monks' hair was shaved.

In the Daxiong Hall at this moment, a middle-aged man with sunglasses walked in religiously, and behind him were two bodyguards carrying suitcases.

"Every year today, I will come here to have a stick of incense. The masters of Hanming Temple basically know me." The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to the two younger brothers behind him.

"Donor Han is here again..." A kind-faced middle-aged monk walked with his hands folded.

"Master Qingming doesn't use these words as a pun, but I can't tell whether it is welcome or not."

"Where is Donor Han, like Donor Han, who is so pious and devoted to the Buddha, why would a poor monk not welcome him."

A smile cracked from the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, and he snapped his fingers softly. The two younger brothers behind him opened the suitcase and poured a dozen full of money on the merit box. Seeing the bundles of money piled into the mountains, all the tourists in the Daxiong Hall exclaimed.

Even the welcoming monks looked at Han Cheng dullly. In the past, Han Cheng came every year, and his shots were quite generous, so the Hanming Temple basically remembered Han Cheng. But in the past, generous donations amounted to 12,000, 30,000, but never before had two million directly poured into the merit box like now.

"Master Qingming, have I brought enough sincerity this time?"

"Amitabha, pray for God to worship the Buddha, sincerity is the spirit, the amount of worship is the same to my Buddha, all beings are equal."

"Hahaha... there is a word of sincerity in my name, I am sincere. Today I came to seek fate with sincerity. I wonder if my Buddha can give me a chance."

"Donor Han is doubtful?"

"Heart is confused."

"Then Donor Han, please, after the master is proficient in Buddhism, maybe he can help Donor Han."

Han Cheng was taken into the backyard by Qingming, and then into an old monk's Buddhist room. The old monk sat on the futon, his eyelids drooping and quietly pinching the beads. Han Cheng came in, closed the door behind him and sat on the futon.

"Master, the Buddha said that all beings came to the world for suffering. There are eight sufferings in the world: birth, suffering, old suffering, sickness, death, love, separation, unwillingness, resentment and hatred, and the five shades are flourishing! My Buddha is compassionate and descends the teaching line. Purdue is destined to get out of the eight sufferings? Then I am destined?"

"The donor comes to this meditation room today to sit opposite me, that is, he is predestined with me. The donor comes to Hanming Temple today and worships devoutly, he is predestined with my Buddha, and the donor is naturally a predestined person."

"Since I am a predestined person, why should I be allowed to suffer from illness, death, love, parting, unpleasant, resentment? I spend so much money every year to worship my Buddha, why don't my Buddha cross me?"

"The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, the cause and effect of the past life, the past life is determined, the practice of this life is the fruit of the next life. If you practice sincerely in this life, accumulate virtue and do good, you will be blissful in later life and will no longer suffer from reincarnation. Cultivation is the mind, virtue, and sincerity. It has nothing to do with money."

"Past life cause? This life effect? ​​What cause of the past life? This life should have such an effect? ​​Does the cause master of the past life know?"

"Amitabha"

"Do I know?"

The master closed his eyes slightly and said silently, "Amitabha."

"Even if the cause of the previous life, the fruit of this life, I have to tell me what evil I have done in the previous life? Just a sentence of previous life cause and effect will make me suffer in this life? What is this?" The middle-aged man's expression was a little savage, and the question seemed to be But it seems to penetrate the soul.

"The cause and effect of the past life should not be known in this life. Everyone is born in reincarnation, it is a blank sheet of paper. People can be good or evil. If you know the sins of your predecessors, it is impossible for you to repeat the same mistakes in this life. This is why a lifetime. A period of life.

If you need to understand and understand your nature and meditative minds in your past and present lives, you have the predestined relationship with the Buddha and the heart to the Buddha. You often recite Buddhist scriptures to understand the principles of Buddhism. Naturally, there will be a time of enlightenment. When the donor is truly enlightened, it is cultivation When Zhengguo became a Buddha. "

"I can still become a Buddha?"

"Everyone can become a Buddha if you have the heart to face the Buddha."

"Buddha won't cross me?"

"Buddha is predestined, Buddhadu saves himself, Buddhadu enlightens people. If you are not enlightened, what is the use of crossing you? If you are enlightened, what use is the Buddha?"

"That's it...I understand." Han Cheng finally showed relief on his face, and said with a slow nod.

"Good kindness, congratulations to the donor."

"Don't congratulate me, it's too late." Han Cheng sighed, shaking his head.

"It's too late? Why?"

"I am terminally ill, a terminal illness that can't even be saved by life medicine. I found out that my wife has been wearing green hats to me. The son I have raised for more than ten years is not my own. I was born poor and started At the end of the day, I have worked hard for hundreds of millions of dollars in thirty years. I have found that I have nothing. Master, do you think God has punished me too severely?"

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, why don't you think about it in a different position, maybe your buddha relationship has arrived? Wealth is empty, love is empty, future generations are empty, predecessors are empty, you have nothing but all four are empty?"

"But I don't want to be empty, I don't want my hard work, but I don't even have time to enjoy wealth. I don't want the woman I've loved for more than ten years, but the person who has been lying to me, I don't want my devoted son , But it turned out to be someone else’s seed. I was not convinced and reconciled. Master, can you resolve the obsession in my heart?"

"Only you can dissolve the obsession in your heart. Only by learning to let go can you achieve detachment. If you don't let go, you will only be dragged into the endless abyss by obsession."

"No, you can save me, you can cross me." Han Cheng stood up suddenly, his face became pitch black visible to the naked eye, not only his face became pitch black, his eyes were filled with thick mist like an abyss.

"Donor, you..."

"The master's Dharma is profound. It should have reached the realm of sacrificing the body to feed the tiger, cutting the flesh and feeding the eagle. Please use the master's order to help me to transcend." As he said, he grabbed the Zen master's neck and lifted it up with his eyes. A pillar of thick black mist was released in the middle, a black smoke and clear air overflowed from the eyes of the Zen Master, and was inhaled by Han Cheng into his eyes.

"Beng——" The door of the meditation room was slammed open, and the two monks rushed into the meditation room. The scene before them happened to be that Han Cheng slowly released the Zen master, with a smug smile on his face.

"Uncle Shi! You killed someone—"

"You are here? Just right." In an instant, Han Cheng appeared in front of the two monks, pinching their necks with both hands.

Outside the Hanming Temple, the tourists are so squeezed that they are all like a fixed part on a conveyor belt, following the flow of people.

Wang Lan and the four were also members of the crowd. They were pushed to the merit box, bought a few incense sticks, and worshipped at the Great Hall of the Great Heroes. Behind Wang Lan, a few college students followed. They should have met with their classmates during the holidays and came together for fun.

"This is the general trend in the legend. We are destined to enter the Vanity Fair in the future. Although we knew that life was involuntary in the past, we still haven't realized it personally. It's a bit clear to be so squeezed today, and join the crowd. In the sea of ​​people, it is impossible to not want to follow the current. It is involuntary to go or stay, let alone sail against the current?"

"Why does a rat sail against the current? Isn't it good to follow the trend?"

"I think the mouse has not experienced the severe beatings of the society, and I don't know that it is not easy to survive in the big city."

Suddenly, the turmoil in the inner hall of Hanming Temple spread, and a dozen monks ran out of the inner hall in a panic, shouting with fear on their faces.

"Call the police, kill...Call the police—"

However, the screaming and screaming at the scene ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the screams of the monks were vaguely unclear. Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu's expressions changed in the crowd, Wang Lan whispered to Jiang Xinyu's side, "You protect Auntie and Xinchen to prevent stampede, I will go and see."

Wang Lan is not worried about any powerful enemies, but there are so many tourists today. Once a riot breaks out and a stampede occurs, it will definitely kill people.

"Damn, why doesn't the phone signal?"

"There are too many people, the signal is exploded. This master, who killed? Who killed?"

"Everyone, run away, it's a murderous madman, who has killed dozens of people."

There was already a mess in the Daxiong Hall, Wang Lan's figure instantly turned into a butterfly flying, and the butterfly appeared at the side door of the Daxiong Hall over a distance of several hundred meters, and Wang Lan's figure appeared strangely.

"Huh?" A surprise sounded, and a monk who was looking around for help happened to see Wang Lan appearing from the butterfly and hurriedly exclaimed, "This donor, are you a Star Warrior?"

Wang Lan nodded, "Yes, what happened? Who killed?"