Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan was startled. You seemed to be teleporting. He seriously doubted whether you had asked for permission.

The fisherman shook his head, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Isn’t your Nanzong developing rapidly and making a lot of money?

Jiang Fan glanced at him and roughly understood what he was thinking. He thought to himself, "You don't understand this. It is precisely because people can make money that they develop rapidly——"

Entering the Zen room, an extremely strong scent of sandalwood suddenly rushed into the nose. After looking around, I found that this was a small Buddhist temple. Although it was not big, it was home to hundreds of large and small Buddha statues. The largest one in the middle is the Great Sun Tathagata.

On the high platform in front of the Buddha statue is a golden lotus platform, with a small Buddha statue with a face full of golden light sitting on it. Surrounding it were countless rare and rare herbs. Jiang Fan was surprised to find that they exuded a strong aura and should be treasures from heaven and earth.

The rich fragrance of sandalwood and flowers even seriously affected Mr. Jiang's magical nasal cavity.

"You two, quickly pay your respects to the Buddha."

Jiang Fan was stunned. He seemed to be referring to the small Buddha statue? After taking a closer look, I realized that it was indeed not a clay body, but the paint on the face was too thick to tell that it was a real person.

At just a glance, Jiang Fan felt a little strange. Fozi's face was calm and calm, but his lowered eyes... seemed a little dull.

"Both of you, please do not look directly at the Buddha. It is extremely disrespectful."

Jiang Fan quickly put away the old fisherman's bamboo chair, made the old fisherman lie down, and went up to pay his respects. He didn't think that the fisherman would be too rare to worship any Buddha, so he made it look impressive so that the fisherman could just stay there.

Jiang Fan quickly bowed his head and said: "Ordinary man Jiang Sanlang pays homage to the true form of the Buddha."

The Buddha did not speak, but the great monk sat beside him with a majestic appearance. He seemed to be listening, coughed and said: "The Buddha knows what you are thinking and thinks of your filial piety. The rain of Buddha's grace will naturally rain down on you." Don’t worry, sir.”

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Huh? What do you mean, are you still passing the message on your behalf?"

The great monk seemed to see his doubts and smiled kindly: "Amitabha, the little donor must have never been here before. The disciples of the Buddha understand the Buddhist path and practice closed-mouth meditation, and usually do not open the mouth of Chrysostom."

Jiang Fan said: "Master, I'd like to convey my wishes to you."

The great monk said: "Don't worry, Young Master Jiang. The Buddha is psychic, knows the past life, understands the present life, and knows the future. No need to say more."

Jiang Fan said: "So that's it. The Buddha's Dharma is really profound. But I don't know when my ancestor's illness will be cured."

The great monk hummed, seemed to have listened again, and then nodded: "Fozi said, the old benefactor is old, a hundred years old, and should have died..."

Jiang Fan felt a faint chill on the back of his neck, knowing that the old fisherman was feeling stuffy. He quickly said: "It's just that my ancestor has always been strong and healthy, this time it's just a sudden illness."

The great monk said: "Donor, don't be impatient. The Buddha said that although the old benefactor did some karma in the first half of his life, he devoted himself to self-cultivation in the second half of his life and acquired Buddha nature. It can be said that he put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately. With the light and grace of the Buddha, he will live for more than ten years." Twenty years is no problem. As for the illness, it can be cured by going down the mountain..."

Jiang Fan was startled. The karma should be caused by the fisherman cultivating demons in the first half of his life. He just knew about it, but he could actually see it? When I pretended to be Xiao Zhenren, it was basically information, deception, and help from my uncle, but what happened to this Buddhist disciple? Is it possible that there really are two brushes? And when it comes to the illness being cured by going down the mountain... the great monk seems to... have something to say.

Looking carefully at his words, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, seemingly kind and kind-hearted, but Jiang Fan always felt that there was a strange light in them.

For a time, Jiang Fan was filled with doubts and became very interested.

"This...if this is the case, Saburo thanks Buddha for his grace."

The great monk announced the Buddha's name: "Buddhism saves all sentient beings, and I dare not say thank you. If there is nothing else, the two donors can go down the mountain."

Jiang Fan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked at the great monk and said, "Master Abbot, San Lang has another question to ask. Please clarify my doubts."

The great monk said: "Little donor, don't you hear that you can only be sincere by asking one thing at a time..."

"Bang!" A gold brick fell from Jiang Fan's feet.

"Amitabha...Buddha saves those who are destined to be together. Since you two are here, each of you can ask one thing. Just now, I am the old benefactor. Now, of course, the young benefactor can ask one more thing."

hehe……

The corner of Jiang Fan's mouth curled up slightly: "Master, Sanlang is a boat businessman. A few days ago, there was an object on the river in the middle of the river. When people in the village saw it, they said it was a Buddhist object. They said that the boy was destined to the Buddha. I don't know if it is true or not. , I would like to ask a Buddhist disciple to verify it on my behalf..."

With that said, he took out a scroll from his arms and presented it to the great monk respectfully.

The great monk squinted his eyes and took it with both hands: "Since it is a Buddhist object, the poor monk should pay his respects."

After saying that, he gently unfolded the scroll, and the next moment, his eyes condensed.

"This is……"

Jiang Fan asked with a face on his face: "Master, don't you ask Buddhist disciples to take a look?"

The great monk's brows twitched a few times, then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan: "How did you get this, little benefactor?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "It's from fishing. How come Master recognizes it?"

The great monk's lips trembled a few times: "The things painted are my Buddhist things, but they are all found in Buddhist paintings and clay sculptures. Just one picture can't explain anything..."

Jiang Fan said: "Master, what you mean is that you want to see the real thing?"

The great monk inquired: "Did you take the little benefactor with you?"

Jiang Fan seemed to be a little wary and covered his chest and said: "I have said that this thing may be a treasure, so I asked Sanlang not to expose it."

The great monk's eyes flashed: "Amitabha, this is the holy land of Buddhism. There will never be any plundering. Why don't you worry?"

Jiang Fan clutched his chest tightly, seeming to be hesitating.

The great monk said: "If the young benefactor is willing to do this, I, Qianfo Temple, would like to give the Buddhist elixir to your grandfather to help him prolong his life."

Jiang Fan was still hesitant, and the great monk was a little anxious: "I'll tell you the truth, this object is my Buddhist ritual weapon and is of no use to mortals. If this object is authentic, our temple can pay a lot of money to take it back."

Jiang Fan seemed to have some thoughts, "...Well, actually, I don't lack money. I just want to devote myself to the Buddha. I have always heard that the Buddha's son is the reincarnation of the true Buddha. He can go directly to the Paradise of Paradise in the West. Sanlang longs for it. I don't know... can... Are you destined to become a disciple of Buddha?"

"This..." The great monk opened his mouth and suddenly said: "When the poor monk asks for instructions..."

After saying that, he turned around, bowed his head to the Buddha, and then seemed to be listening.

Not long after, the great monk showed joy on his face: "Ahem... The Buddha said that this magical instrument has been missing for a long time. Since it was obtained by the little donor, it means that the little donor is destined to the reclining Buddha. The Buddha is willing to be beautiful as a man."

Jiang Fan suddenly showed surprise: "Is this true?"

"Amitabha, people in Buddhism do not lie."

Only then did Jiang Fan beam with joy. He hurriedly and carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms and slowly unfolded it, revealing a golden object.

The great monk suddenly looked shocked. He stood up and stepped forward, staring at the object. The more he looked at it, the more moved he became. His hands were trembling a little, and he wanted to touch it, but Jiang Fan retracted his hand warily.