The Age of Rebirth

Chapter 471 The Secret That Can't Be Said
Li Weidong and his party entered the "ancient temple", and more than a dozen bodyguard assistants gathered together, making the ancient temple even more crowded with many tourists and believers.

Naturally, it also attracted the attention of most tourists, but seeing so many strong bodyguards guarding it, the eyes of tourists became wandering.

It's better to stay away from such people, ordinary people can't be provoked, and the door quietly gives up an open space.

It also made it easier for Li Weidong to look at the layout of the entire ancient temple. The hall has a two-story roof, about seven or eight meters long.

The area of ​​the entire space is estimated to be three to four hundred square meters, which is not large compared to the tourists inside.

It looks like an ordinary building from the outside, but the inside is similar to domestic temples. There are booths for asking for fortune, and there are also merit boxes for encouraging people to do good deeds.

Li Weidong looked very strange. He seldom went to temples in China, and even if he did, he visited the buildings as a tourist, which was very strange.

Whether it was asking for lottery or burning incense, he had never done it, but Liu Jinhui was more interested in these things, and would often draw lots.

When I got the lottery, I felt at ease, so I naturally said that the lottery was correct, and then generously stuffed a pile of money in the merit box of others.

When the winning lottery was drawn, I felt a little uncomfortable, complaining that the lottery was not accurate, and the amount of sesame oil in the merit box was reduced.

As for the lottery, it is absolutely impossible to get it. The temple is open for business and lets you draw a lottery. How can this business be done.

If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you might blow up the stall!
So this kind of business in the temple is very shrewd. If it is not because the lottery is too fake, it is estimated that there will be no winning lottery.

There are also two receptionists, the Zhike monk, who are probably also responsible for cleaning. After seeing Li Weidong and his party, they hurried up to greet them.

"Several distinguished guests, are you offering incense or asking for a lottery?"

One of the young monks asked in standard Chinese. Li Weidong and his party had a high degree of discrimination, so it was not surprising to guess that they were Chinese.

"Can we take a tour?" Li Weidong asked with a smile.

After the Zhike monk heard it, he didn't take it seriously, but just smiled and said, "Of course, as long as you don't go up to the third floor, distinguished guests can visit as you like!"

"Is the third floor not allowed?" If the third floor was not emphasized, Li Weidong would naturally not ask, but after asking, he felt something was wrong.

"It's natural for a distinguished guest to come!" Before the two Zhigu monks could open their mouths, an old man in gray robes walked towards him and said with a smile.

Li Weidong had already seen this old man. He was not tall, with a thin but well-proportioned figure and a gray beard on his chin.

Although whether it's the dress, or the figure, at first glance, it looks a bit fairy-like, but he always feels that something is wrong.

The young Zhigu monk respectfully introduced: "This is Zen Master Guangming!" Then he bowed to the old monk and went to greet other guests.

"A few of you are distinguished guests, and there are no secrets in the temple, so you can visit freely!" Guangming folded his hands together and said again to Li Weidong.

"Thank you, master!" The other Zen masters came out, and they said so generously, Li Weidong couldn't be teasing others.

However, this temple is not big, there are not many people, and there are no decent Buddhist relics, so there may be some truth in saying this.

Li Weidong walked casually, and there were quite a few people walking around inside, quite a few of them just came in to have a look, without asking for a lottery or burning incense, let alone merit money.

Zou Yi and Fu Xiaomin couldn't help being curious, they insisted on drawing lots to try their luck, but they didn't know what they were asking about, fortune or marriage.

Two single high-quality women, whether they want to make money or not, what else can they ask for, if they are willing to pay for an older young woman like Xiaomin?

It's just that when this ancient temple came to the United States, it also began to pay attention to privacy, so it was done in a sneaky way when asking for a lottery, so that no one else would know.

But judging by the expressions on the two of them, it should be good.

Then a few people went to the second floor to browse again. The rooms on the second floor were nothing more than Buddhist scriptures.

Except for Jiang Zhili who has some faith in Buddhism, the rest of them are completely non-Buddhist and don't believe in it at all.

In other words, their religious beliefs are the same as that of most people in the country. They believe in whatever is useful, and believe in whatever is needed. No matter where you are, gods, Buddhas, ghosts, as long as it works, you will believe in you.

Because of this, there are many kinds of temples in China, and there are also many types of gods enshrined. There may be a temple that is particularly effective within thirty or fifty miles.

Li Weidong was more curious about this ancient temple than a pious belief. He came here just to see it, and he had no intention of worshiping it.

Guangming saw that Li Weidong and the others seemed to be somewhat dispirited, and said in a timely manner: "If you have nothing to do, you might as well go upstairs to Mingxin Pavilion!".

After several people heard it, they all looked at Li Weidong!
Li Weidong looked up at Guangming, and immediately understood why he felt that the old monk was weird just now.

From his eyes, one can clearly see the shrewdness of the businessman, this is the rhythm of wanting to get alms from him.

"Don't bother the master, we just happened to come in for a visit, and now we can see it, so let's leave!" Li Weidong said with a smile.

Li Weidong has a slight sarcasm in his smile, let's leave it alone, anyway, I don't believe in your American temple, it is better to donate to the country if you have good silver.

"Benefactor, it is fate to meet each other, and it happens to be even more fate, and the benefactor must be tired after walking all the way, why don't you go upstairs to have a cup of tea before leaving?"

The old monk tried his best to invite, but there was a little more compassion and sincerity in his eyes, which made Li Weidong feel a little bit reluctant to say no.

Li Weidong was silent for a moment, smiled, and then said: "Then bother!"

"The honored guest is coming, and the plants are full of splendor. Don't bother me, please!" The old monk's smile suddenly became wider.

Li Weidong stared blankly for a moment, sighed inwardly, he still followed the old monk's way, the sincerity just now was the skill of others' survival.

This monk is also divided into occupations, some are doing sales and some are studying Buddhism, burning incense and sitting in meditation. It is estimated that this old monk has a lot of ability to make alms.

Just stand in front of you with that compassionate look, and say, "Amitabha!" You will obediently send a few taels of good money.

But he has already agreed, and naturally there is no room for repentance. Li Weidong is worth hundreds of millions, and he can't afford to lose this person.

Sure enough, the third floor was much quieter, there was almost no one there, and the monks who passed by occasionally would move lightly and salute the old monk with palms together.

The decoration inside Mingxin Pavilion is more Chinese style, it looks simple and elegant, you can see a banner when you enter the door, it says "clean and comfortable" four big characters, but it is not signed, I don't know who wrote it.

Below the banner is a long table, on which there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones and some Buddhist books.

Next to it is a tea table that can accommodate four people. There are already teapots and gaiwan on the tea table, and four square stools are placed beside it.

There are Buddhist calligraphy and paintings hanging around the walls, which look very old, but I don't know if they are old or old.

There is also a row of chairs on the front side, and coffee tables at intervals, much like the scenes seen in costume dramas.

If you don't look outside, just look at this place, it will naturally make people feel like you have traveled through time. It is true that there are not many people who can see this scene in the United States!
After Li Weidong went in, a young novice came in with a copper pot, and the hot water in it was still steaming.

The old monk stretched out his hand and said, "Several please sit down!"

Li Weidong was in the middle, Jiang Zhili and Zou Yi sat next to each other, the old monk sat opposite Li Weidong, and the rest sat against the wall.

The little novice picked up the copper pot, poured boiling water into the four covered bowls one by one, then covered the bowls, poured tea for the people at the base of the wall, and then put down the copper pot and went out.

"This is a tea tree that was brought over from China by the elders of the temple decades ago. It was planted on the mountain in the suburbs. The tea we pick and make is different from the tea in China. Please taste it!"

The old monk said to Li Weidong and others, with a look of anticipation on his face!
Li Weidong lifted the lid of the bowl, and a unique fragrance came out. The tea soup in the bowl was light green, and the leaves of the tea leaves were in beautiful shape.

"Good tea, I didn't expect tea trees in foreign countries to have such a taste!" Li Weidong took a sip, tasted it slowly, and said with emotion.

Jiang Zhili has a lot of research on tea, almost at the level of two knives, took a sip, tasted it, and suddenly knew that the quality of this tea was by no means ordinary.

But I also feel suspicious, this kind of tea is expensive to take out, if you come to drink a cup alone, this is not an ordinary luxury.

Glancing at the old monk, and then at Li Weidong, he immediately understood that the reason they could receive this treatment was naturally that the old monk fell in love with the rich man Li Weidong.

Jiang Zhili couldn't help feeling emotional, the couplet of "Sit, please sit, please take your seat; tea, serve tea, serve good tea" is really the best way to understand the world.

"Benefactor, if you like it, you can take some back later!" The old monk said happily after hearing Li Weidong's evaluation.

Don't be afraid of evaluation, but be afraid of not evaluating. If you drink this tea for coffee drinkers, you will definitely not understand it, and it will be a waste.

"I can't afford the word benefactor. Thank you for bringing some tea back home!" Li Weidong said with a smile again.

"Hey, when the distinguished guest enters the door, he is already full of splendor, so he is worthy of the word of benefactor!" The old monk smiled and said sincerely.

He didn't expect Li Weidong to be so direct, and he started to play witty with the first sentence, but the old monk had never seen anything.

"In this way, if I don't leave something outside of me, it seems to be my fault!" Li Weidong laughed when he heard it, and then said.

"If the benefactor is merciful, it will naturally be a blessing for the local poor, but it's the same whether you stay or not!"

"Throwing stones into the water will cause ripples even if there are no waves. The master treats me with good tea, how can I feel at ease!" Li Weidong was stunned for a moment, shaking his head and said.

The moment Li Weidong agreed to come up, he had already entered the routine of the old monk, and he even treated the guests with good tea.

The most important thing is the word "benefactor". It's fine if Li Weidong doesn't talk to him, but he just took the initiative.

Now it is held up. Although there is a suspicion of moral kidnapping, Li Weidong is really embarrassed by the words of peace of mind. This kind of peace of mind is not easy.

Li Weidong went to supermarkets and shopping malls in his previous life, and he never went to the kind of things that yelled "Taste before buying, no money for bad taste". He always felt that if he tried it and didn't buy it, he would be embarrassed.

The tea family promised to give it, and he also agreed to take it. If he took it empty-handed, it would be too embarrassing!
Seeing Li Weidong deflated, Zou Yi wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare. Not only could he not laugh, but he had to get out of the siege, so he changed the subject and asked, "Master, it is said that Buddhism is a pure place, how can we allow women to come in now?"

"Benefactor, there has never been a ban on women not being allowed to enter the Buddhist Pure Land. A novel is a novel after all. They are all rumors and rumors, so they can't be true!"

Zou Yi was taken aback by what the old monk said. She didn't know if the old monk's words were true or not, but she did know from the novel that Buddhism does not allow women to speak wildly!
Now being told by the old monk, her world view is almost subverted. Could it be that the Jin Yong martial arts novels she read since childhood were deceptive.

Li Weidong was also a little stunned. In fact, he also had the same idea in his heart. He thought it was really like this in ancient times!

Li Weidong beckoned Zhang Dongshuo to come over and told him to withdraw cash. After a few minutes, Zhang Dongshuo came back with a bag containing rolls of US dollars.

"Thank you for your generosity, the money will surely help many poor people in Chinatown!" Seeing such a big bag of money, the old monk quickly stood up and saluted with his palms folded.

"That would be great!" Li Weidong nodded with a smile. The money is neither too much nor too little. It would be even better if the relief is Chinese.

Several people continued to chat, and Li Weidong found out that the old monk was born in the United States and was once a top student at Stanford, but later he entered Buddhism after an epiphany.

His life experience is quite legendary, and he has studied in major temples in China for several years in the past few years, so he can be regarded as a different kind of Chinese in the United States.

The old monk suddenly said: "I see that the benefactor seems to have a bit of depression in his heart, and there seems to be something unspeakable!"

Li Weidong thought about it, and even wanted to ask who the next president is, but he didn't show his face, but asked with a smile: "Why do you know?"

"The benefactor has ten tenths of aura, the fifth is harmony, and the fourth is nobility, but there is still a bit of depression!"

The few people next to him followed the old monk's words, and the more they listened, the more they felt right, but they didn't understand the last depression. They just made more than 200 billion yuan. Where did the depression come from? Isn't this a lie?

"Master, you worry too much. Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things happen in life. Only two or three people can talk to others. I only have one point. It seems not surprising!"

"The benefactor knows that I am not talking about this. If the benefactor is interested, you can read more Buddhist scriptures, and the knot will naturally dissipate!"

After Zou Yi and others listened, they immediately understood that this old monk was deceiving people into believing in Buddhism.

For those who don't have a secret in their hearts, such words are omnipotent, and anyone who hears it will agree with it, and it is guaranteed to be foolproof.

"Master Xie!" Li Weidong did not refute, and nodded after a moment of silence.

Li Weidong didn't know if the old monk really saw something, or he was talking about everything. If reading some scriptures would be useful, he wouldn't mind trying.

After all, there is a moment in my heart that I can't tell anyone, and even pay attention to the secrets that can't be leaked, which is a very painful thing.

A few people left the ancient temple, and the old monk walked all the way to the door, and said goodbye to Li Weidong. There are not many rich masters like this.

It was just at noon, and the sun was shining brightly, so Zhang Dongshuo held a box of tea in his hand, looked back at this "ancient temple", and thought to himself, this tea is really expensive, one hundred thousand dollars a catty.

A few people settled for lunch at the restaurant of Lao Huang's sister's house, and then went to several interesting attractions in San Francisco to take some photos.

It's just that after Li Weidong saw scenic spots such as Jiuquhua Street and Fisherman's Wharf, he sighed in his heart. Sure enough, you have never been to the most beautiful scenic spots.

But if you have been there, you will have no regrets. Of course, if you have time to play with your wife and children next time, it will be more lively.

In the evening, Li Weidong and his party took a business jet produced by Gulfstream, took off from San Francisco Airport smoothly and flew towards New York.

(End of this chapter)