Boss, please help

Chapter 13 Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills
Zhou Wenping laughed out loud when he heard this.

In fact, he is also in a conflicted mood right now.

On the one hand, he doesn't believe in gods, Buddhas and ghosts at all, let alone fate and merit.

But on the other hand, there was no scientific basis to explain the fact that he was almost crushed to death by a flower pot in the morning.

Because of the little nun's casual advice, he accidentally looked up before entering the door, and thus avoided the consequences of being crushed to death or half-dead by a flowerpot.

In fact, even if Zhou Wenping didn't look up or stop, the flower pot wouldn't have landed on his head.

Luo Xue would still control the flowerpot, and it just landed in front of him.

If it was a flower pot dropped by someone else, Zhou Wenping would suspect that the little nun was working with this person.

But the target was Mr. Wang's youngest son. He didn't think the little nun had such a great ability, so he came together with Mr. Wang to set him up.

Very simple logic.

If the little nun has this ability, does she still need to work hard to deceive people?
A little leak in Mr. Wang's fingers is enough for the little nun to make a lot of money.

Zhou Wenping was treacherous and cautious, with the idea that he would rather believe what he had than what he didn't, and finally came over.

He stopped laughing, picked up a piece of French fries and ate them slowly, and asked, "What do you mean by saying that my life is wicked?"

"literal meaning."

Zhou Wenping laughed again: "You are scolding."

Luo Xue shook her head: "It's just stating the facts."

"fact?"

Zhou Wenping stroked his chin, and looked suspiciously at the little nun in front of him.

"Does little master have a dharma name?"

"Yuanhui."

"Master Yuanhui, which master did you learn from?"

"Sleep."

Zhou Wenping shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

Luo Xue smiled and said, "Which master name has you heard of, sir?"

Zhou Wenping's expression froze, not to mention, he really had never heard of the name of a monk or priest.

The main reason is that he is not a religious person or believer, so he didn't pay attention at all.

By the way, what is the name of the abbot of Shaolin Temple?

Zhou Wenping didn't answer, pretending he didn't hear the question, and asked again: "Master Yuanhui, I'm a businessman, so why not open the skylight and speak honestly."

"You said."

Zhou Wenping looked into her eyes: "What do you want? Or what do you want me to do?"

"Xiu De."

"Xiu De?"

Luo Xue said earnestly: "That's right, you have no morality in your life. If you are poor and disabled, that's fine. But you are also rich and rich. If virtue is not matched, it is the sign of longevity."

Zhou Wenping got angry when he heard it, but Luo Xue's tone was calm and calm, neither high nor low, as if he was stating the facts.

But it was precisely because of her words of course that the anger in Zhou Wenping's heart increased.

But he wanted to imitate the style of a big man who can't show his emotions and anger, so he was even more angry.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Wenping coughed violently, and the French fries he was pretending to be chewing were stuffed into his throat, making him unable to cough up or swallow, his face flushed and it was difficult to breathe within a short time.

Zhang Jie looked panic-stricken, and brought a Coke to his mouth for him to drink.

Zhou Wenping wanted to drink, but just after he swallowed it, he spit it out.

Luo Xue stretched out her index finger and touched his throat.

Zhou Wenping let out a "grunt" in his throat, and swallowed the French fries stuffed in his throat.

He was breathing quickly, greedily breathing in the sweet air.

"Without morality, fortune will be poor, and fortune will be poor, but if you have a lot of money, if you don't match your virtue, disasters will happen again and again."

Luo Xue took a sip of Coke and said softly.

Zhou Wenping was also drinking Coke, and he downed a glass of iced Coke in one go, only to feel alive again.

"How to cultivate merit? Build a golden body for the Buddha, or donate money to the temple? Or give you money to eliminate disasters?"

Zhou Wenping really wanted to say that it was an accident, he just got stuck in the food accidentally.

but……

What if?
Because he carefully reviewed most of his life, it seems that he is really not a good person.

Business is like a battlefield, he likes to go wrong, cheated countless people, swallowed a lot of property, and of course made many partners lose their money.

From a moral point of view, he is indeed very "wicked".

Luo Xue shook her head.

"Buddhas don't need golden bodies, but believers do. Temples don't need donations, but monks need them. I don't need money, and I can't help you. The only person who can help you is you."

"Little master, what do you mean?"

"To untie the bell, you need the person who tied it. You are unvirtuous because you owe too many people. Pay it back or help. This is accumulating virtue. Virtue can eliminate disasters."

Zhou Wenping said thoughtfully, "Please explain carefully."

It's too late, Luo Xue doesn't plan to say more.

Three generations of Zhou Wenping have been in business, and the business they do is inherently deceitful. He has learned how to be cunning and deceitful, and is extremely conceited.

The more you talk, the more flaws you have, and it is not easy to win his trust.

Although Luo Xue's divine sense is powerful, her cultivation level is too low to temporarily control the opponent's mind with her divine sense.

All she can do is influence his thinking with divine thoughts, making him suspicious and vacillating.

And after Zhou Wenping went back, his thinking would become clearer and clearer. After he regained his senses, it would be easy to grasp the contradictions in her words.

So Luo Xue didn't plan to say more, but let him think for himself.

I believe in myself the most, and my own ideas are not easily overthrown by myself.

Through the glass window, Luo Xue saw Dou Qiaoshan walking towards the golden arch, so she stood up and said to Zhou Wenping: "Sir, today I am talking in vain, and it will damage the holy life. I hope you don't say anything unexpected."

"You and I met for the first time, but you lost your practice to teach me, what are you trying to do?"

Luo Xue clasped her hands together: "Amitabha, this is my practice."

Zhou Wenping still knows this point. Buddhist disciples practice, they pay attention to making great wishes, and then fulfilling the great wishes with their own actions.

The most famous one is the sentence of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: If the hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha.

He guessed that the vows made by the little nun in front of him were mostly to relieve people from disasters or spread blessings.

Zhou Wenping wanted to say something, but Luo Xue had already left the Golden Arch restaurant, and quickly blended into the crowd.

Is it a real eminent monk, or a liar who likes to play hard to get.

Zhou Wenping was very contradictory. He didn't know what was going on with him today, and he always felt that something was wrong with him.

Normally, he wouldn't even talk to such liars pretending to be monks and nuns.

Today, he responded strangely and asked Zhang Jie to go out to find her. What was even more strange was that he ran over by himself.

He used to sneer at those so-called nonsense such as good fortune, good fortune, and longevity, but now he actually thinks that he would rather believe in it than in nothing.

Zhou Wenping shook his head vigorously, seeing Zhang Jie who was standing restlessly next to him, he was so angry that he wanted to yell at her.

But thinking of the little nun's words that accumulating merit should start with the people around her, her tone softened somehow: "Go back."

(End of this chapter)