Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 77 The Great Buddha Temple

The night is deep.

On the bed, Zhu Caiping was snoring continuously, and Wang Dabao couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

His mind was full of Xiaofang's shadow, such a lovely and kind girl, why did she die suddenly? !
"Is my little treasure unlucky, or is the feng shui of our old Wang family's ancestral grave broken?"

Wang Dabao sighed faintly.

My heart became more and more irritable.

He simply got up and went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He smoked half, the wind smoked half.

He didn't care about following the wind, maybe the wind also has its troubles.

But after another thought, why does the wind smoke my cigarette?So he started having convulsions.

at this time.

The phone rang suddenly, and Zhu Caiping suddenly opened her eyes with suspicion and vigilance.

"Calling you in the middle of the night? Old Wang, have you done something wrong to me again?!" Zhu Caiping got up with a grunt, wanting to answer the phone.

But Wang Dabao was faster, he picked up the phone first, and looked at the caller ID, it was Li Erleng's call from his hometown.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned on the speakerphone in front of Zhu Caiping with a candid look.

"Er Leng, what's the matter? Did you argue with your wife again?" Wang Dabao asked with a smile after taking a puff of his cigarette.

"What are you arguing about? Old Wang, come back quickly, your ancestral grave has exploded!" Li Er's voice came out in a daze, very anxious.

Wang Dabao was so startled that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Just now he was wondering if the feng shui of the ancestral grave in his hometown was broken, but he didn't expect that something happened to the ancestral grave.

He hurriedly said: "What's wrong? What happened to my ancestral grave?"

"Your ancestral tomb suddenly cracked open in the middle of the night, and it has been emitting golden light, swishing, which shocked my sheepfold, and a temple came out of your ancestral tomb."

"Come back quickly, many reporters have come here, the head incense is mine, don't grab it while queuing."

There was a lot of noise, people's voices could be heard through the phone, and they were still vying for the top incense.

A mess.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dabao hurriedly dressed.

Zhu Caiping persuaded: "The mountain road is not easy to walk at night, let's go back tomorrow morning."

Wang Dabao said angrily: "The ancestral graves are all gone, am I still waiting? If it's later, the eighteen generations of our old Wang family's ancestors will probably crawl out of the ground to clean me up."

"I'll go back and deal with it first. Don't tell Xiaobao about this for the time being. The exam will be up soon. Let him go to school with peace of mind."

Wang Dabao confessed and left in a hurry.

in the opposite room.

Wang Xiaobao was meditating and practicing, his temples throbbed.

At this time, he heard the unique sound of Wuling Hongguang's car starting downstairs, and he was surprised. Where did Lao Wang drive in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to wash your feet secretly again?!"

Wang Xiaobao sighed, and decided to take some time another day to "educate" Lao Wang.

Gathering his mind, he continued to practice, and his temples bounced again.

The lights were turned off in the room, and outside the window, a moth lay motionless on the window sill.
When it was daylight.

Wang Xiaobao has already arrived at the school.

Today is Thursday, and the city-wide joint exam will be held tomorrow Friday, and the study atmosphere is even more intense.

When Wang Xiaobao walked into the classroom, more than half of the students had already arrived in the class, and the noisy morning reading was deafening.

Several students are memorizing words.

They stared at the books with red eyes, opened and closed their mouths with exaggerated scales, roaring, and the hair of the girls in the front row was wet with spit from their mouths.

Several students closed their eyes and raised their heads, roaring and reciting texts with serious faces.

They are the "stupid monks" in the class.

Study hard.

It means that the reading voice is loud, and the voice of one person must be able to overwhelm the voices of dozens of people in the class.

Moreover, it must be full of momentum, with a scary demeanor, like a madman, either roaring and reading with eyes closed, or reading with red eyes and roaring throat.

They also read while eating, when they go to the toilet, and after self-study, and they also read a few words while walking on the road.

Such a student is very scary!
Never late, never leave early, never play games, never fall in love early, and have no female or male companions. He is an ascetic in school, also known as a "hard student".

But every time I take the exam, my grades are average, neither high nor low.

Wang Dabao took a look at those ascetic monks, it was because of them that the morning reading atmosphere in the class was extraordinarily strong.

back row.

Zhao Zhigang and Tian Zhikai also came.

The two of them squeezed their heads together and were discussing a set of physics test questions very seriously.

They have recently been obsessed with physics and cannot extricate themselves.

Zhou Qianwen, the female squad leader at the same table, was reading Chinese. When she saw Wang Xiaobao, she smiled sweetly and handed him a meat bun.

Wang Xiaobao smiled back, took out a cup of soy milk, an egg, and a bag of kiss slices from his schoolbag, and put them in front of her.

"Eat it! I bought it specially for you."

This is the first time Wang Xiaobao bought breakfast for Zhou Qianwen.

After experiencing what happened to Xiaofang, Wang Xiaobao has grown a lot.

He also began to be grateful to those around him who cared and loved him, so as not to leave regrets.

Zhou Qianwen blinked, blushed, and looked at Wang Xiaobao with sweet and happy eyes.

"Xiaobao, you are so kind."

Wang Xiaobao gave a "hmm" and hurriedly pretended to be reading, picking up a book to block her gradually deteriorating sight.

The lethality of my own side face is very terrifying, if I see it too much, it is easy to sink and fall.

He reached out and groped in the table frame, but couldn't find the note of "little deer".

Wang Xiaobao felt worried and panicked.

He comforted himself that Xiaofang might not be Xiaolu, maybe it was just a coincidence, after all the distance between County No. [-] Middle School and Luohe No. [-] Middle School was far away, so how could he pass notes at will.

"I don't know if the ancestors have brought Xiaofang to them."

The morning class is over soon.

noon.

Wang Xiaobao rejected Zhao Zhigang, who offered to invite him to dinner, and hurried to the Renmin Road Art and School Supplies Store alone.

He is going to buy "Xueba Xueshen Ink" to help Zhou Qianwen, Zhao Zhigang and others improve their academic performance.

"On the third shelf, the eighth item from the right is a bottle of ink!"

"Buy it, put it on the table, put three sticks of incense on it, kowtow three times, and after reciting the mantra, this ink will be stained with the power of my master and god."

Wang Xiaobao recalled the words of his ancestors.

Looking forward along the shelf, I found the bottle of ink.

"Seven dollars."

"Swipe WeChat!"

Wang Xiaobao made the payment and was about to leave with the ink in his hand, but he heard the sound of broadcasting from the radio of the owner of the stationery store.
"Are there really gods in this world?"

"You may not believe it. Just last night, in a poor mountain village, a miraculous temple rose from the ground. The Buddha's radiance is ten thousand. The experts were stunned and angrily accused the rumormongers of promoting feudal superstition."

"However, many people went to that small mountain village to worship Buddha, and the highway was seriously congested."

"This is another big news in Luohe City after the large-scale production of Niu Niu Le and Pleasant Goat Farms. Orange Radio will continue to follow the development of the situation for you."

After Wang Xiaobao paid, he heard such a broadcast.

He was surprised.

The owner of the stationery shop shook his head and laughed, "I don't know which village is playing tricks again. Over the years, there have been too many scammers."

Wang Xiaobao nodded approvingly.

Holding the ink, he walked home, ready to burn incense and chant mantras.

Only the ink that has been "enhanced" will be contaminated with his power of learning masters and learning gods, and drinking it will have an effect.

however.

When Wang Xiaobao was passing Century Avenue, a group of monks wearing soap robes were asking for directions. Among them was an old monk, wearing cassocks, white beard and hair, and holding a Zen staff.

Seeing Wang Xiaobao, the old monk hurried over with a group of young monks.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, please stop!"

The old monk performed the Buddhist salute with one hand, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Following his example, Wang Xiaobao returned a salute, and asked with a smile: "Hello, master, what's the matter?"

The old monk sighed gently: "We are monks from the Great Buddha Temple in Qindingshan, Luohe City."

"The poor monk was chanting scriptures last night, and was free to use Douyin.

"Suddenly, someone posted a video, saying that in a village called Qingping Village, a temple of immortal Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appeared, and the Buddha's light was ten thousand, and the real Buddha came to the world there!"

"The poor monk was very surprised, but also very angry."

"How can there be a temple of immortals, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in a small mountain village, let alone a real Buddha?"

"In this world, if there is a true Buddha, it is in our Great Buddha Temple!"

Although the old monk looked calm, his tone was very angry.

Because many pilgrims have gone to that small mountain village.

The incense money income of the Great Buddha Temple has been greatly reduced, and the KPI assessment has failed. This month's performance salary is estimated to be miserable.

"Excuse me, benefactor, do you know how to get to Qingping Village?" The old monk asked with a smile, "The poor monk is going to meet the Immortal Buddha and Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village!"

Wang Xiaobao was stunned.

Is there a Buddha and Bodhisattva temple in my hometown?Why don't you know? !

He came back to his senses and said: "Exit Century Avenue, take the expressway, cross the circled road, go straight ahead, and you will see Qingping Village."

The old monk performed Buddhist rituals to thank.

The moment he turned around to leave, he looked Wang Xiaobao up and down, and suddenly smiled and said:

"Little benefactor, the poor monk sees that you have a full heaven and a round earth pavilion. You are a person with outstanding wisdom. You have a destiny with my Buddha. I wonder if you are interested in becoming a monk in the Great Buddha Temple?"

"Don't rush to refuse!"

"Seeing that you are wearing a high school uniform, you should be a student. The poor monk suggests that you apply for the No. [-] University Affiliated to Qindingshan Dafo Temple during the college entrance examination. After graduation, you will be assigned to become a monk with a monthly salary of [-] yuan, and six social insurances and one housing fund."

"If you perform well and become a great monk, you can still share a house with three bedrooms and one living room, how about it?"

After the old monk finished speaking, he looked at Wang Xiaobao expectantly.

Wang Xiaobao smiled.

What a liar!
Is it really so good to be a monk?I can't even eat meat, and everyone is bitter haha.

He immediately refused:

"Thank you for your appreciation, master. I still need to discuss this matter with my family."

The old monk nodded with a smile, "It should be so!"

As he said that, he gave him a business card, which made him figure it out, and he could make a phone call with the business card.

"Amitabha, farewell!"

The old monk led a group of young monks, turned around and left, escaped from the car keys while walking, and unlocked the car with a "beep beep".

roadside.

Seven or eight BMWs flashed together, and there was a Porsche 911 in the front.
The young monks got on the BMW one after another, and the old monks got on the Porsche 911.
"See you again, little benefactor—!"

The old monk rolled down the glass window, waved goodbye to Wang Xiaobao, kicked the accelerator, and drifted away, followed by seven or eight BMWs honking their horns.

Wang Xiaobao was dazed for a while, and finally burst out with red eyes: "Fuck, what a face! I'm really jealous!"

ps: Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for support, big brothers
(End of this chapter)