The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The master driver drove the taxi and galloped up.

Ye Zhibing saw through the rearview mirror that the black car was following closely.

"Master, did you see that? That car is following us."

The master driver also glanced at the rearview mirror, smiled and said, "It's okay, sir, sit still and watch me."

After finishing speaking, the driver slammed his foot down, the car let out a roar, and sped forward quickly.

Seeing this, the black car behind quickly accelerated to catch up.

As an old driver, the driver felt that it was necessary to show his real skills in front of the guests.

He drove the taxi to the extreme, weaving through traffic at high speed.

Ye Zhibing had to admit that the driver's skills were very good, and he passed by countless times without touching his body.

After running wildly for a while, Ye Zhibing looked in the rearview mirror again, and found that the black car followed like a shadow that could not be killed.

The driver felt a little embarrassed and coughed, "Sir, no... I'm sorry."

Ye Zhibing smiled kindly: "You did your best, thank you."

The car continued to drive for a while, and there was a fork in the road ahead, and the driver suddenly had an idea.

"Sir, sit down, I'll try again."

Ye Zhibing nodded trustingly, "Okay, try it."

The driver kept moving forward at a constant speed and did not turn on the turn signal. When he came to the fork in the road, he turned the direction sharply, and the car's tires rubbed against the ground violently, and the direction was reversed, turning into the fork.

But that was just the beginning, and then the driver continued to turn and returned to the original road, but in the opposite direction.

The driver looked at the rearview mirror again and cursed angrily: "Damn it, who is driving this?"

It turned out that the black car was still following and honking, as if mocking.

Ye Zhibing felt that the risk of drag racing in the downtown area was still very high, and it would be bad if he ran into innocent people.

"Master, don't worry about them, just send me to Daxinglong Temple, and I will deal with them."

The driver master had no choice but to say in shame: "Okay, I'll take you there directly."

Not caring about following, the driver drove Ye Zhibing to the gate of Daxinglong Temple very smoothly.

Ye Zhibing gave the driver one hundred yuan, and he didn't have to change the extra money, and asked him to wait for him here.

The driver master agreed and drove the car to the side of the road to stop.

Ye Zhibing got out of the car, looked up, and saw that the Xinglong Temple was quite large, with yellow paint on the walls, and a plaque hanging on the gate: Xinglong Temple.

The temple is not far from the sea, and you can overlook the sea.

Now this temple is all reinforced concrete buildings, I am afraid it will not be destroyed by typhoons again.

Ye Zhibing walked a few steps towards the gate of the temple, turned his head and took a look, and saw that the black car had also stopped, and two young men in white shirts and black trousers got off and followed with strides.

The two of them, Ye Zhibing, felt that they were unfamiliar, and they didn't know each other.

He pretended to be doing nothing and walked in the door.

It was still early at this time, and there was a young monk in monk clothes behind the door, cleaning up the garbage in the courtyard.

Seeing Ye Zhibing walk in, the monk straightened up and smiled at Ye Zhibing, "Is the benefactor here to offer incense?"

Ye Zhibing also smiled slightly, "Yes, I'm here to offer incense."

The monk pointed to the Daxiong Hall in front of him, and said to Ye Zhibing: "Go to the Daxiong Hall for incense, and my senior brother can provide you with incense."

Ye Zhibing thanked the monk, turned around and walked towards the Daxiong Hall.

The two young men who followed followed suit, and looked around, pretending to be tourists.

Ye Zhibing smiled, walked straight into the Daxiong Hall, and saw a table in the corner, and a young monk was dozing off on the table.

If the Buddha saw this, would he be angry with this monk?
Ye Zhibing didn't wake him up, just took three sticks of incense, walked up to the Buddha statue, lit the three sticks with a lighter, bowed, and put them in the incense burner.

The two young men following him didn't come in, but just watched Ye Zhibing's movements expressionlessly.

After inserting the incense, Ye Zhibing turned his head and said to the two of them, "Aren't you going to worship? I heard that the Bodhisattva here is very spiritual. Also, if you have done something wrong, remember to repent before the Buddha."

The two pretended not to hear, turned their faces away, and looked at the eaves.

Ye Zhibing smiled and didn't care, he walked around the Buddha statue, looking for the treasure that Yao Man said.

But there is nothing behind the Buddha statue, and there is nothing hidden behind it.

Ye Zhibing was not depressed, and went around to look for the group of statues behind the Buddha statues.

The group portraits here are tightly attached to the wall, so naturally there is nothing hidden.

Ye Zhibing circled around the Buddha statue, returned to the Buddha statue, and found that the two followers were no longer at the door.

Where did they go?
Ye Zhibing turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

As soon as he turned a corner, he almost collided with the two head-on.

"sorry."

Ye Zhibing apologized with a smile.

The two were startled, and suddenly spoke, but it was in a foreign language, or Oriental.

It turns out that they are not Chinese, so this matter also involves foreigners.

Ye Zhibing bypassed the two and walked towards the back door, and the two followed.

Exit the back door, pass through an open space, which is the apse, and the plaque reads: Hall of Great Compassion.

This is the place where Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is enshrined.

Ye Zhibing walked towards the apse at a leisurely pace, before he entered the hall, he heard someone talking inside, and stopped.

"Uncle Yao, are you going back today?"

"Yes, my nephew is sick. I asked someone to bring me a letter. I have to go and have a look. I'm afraid there may be a typhoon in two days, and it will be difficult to go to the island."

"Uncle, is it fun on your island?"

"What's so interesting, Dongtan Island is full of rocks. It's not worth taking a boat for several hours to see the rocks."

……

Uncle Yao?Dongtan Island?
Yao Man?baby?
Ye Zhibing stringed these words together, and suddenly realized.

It should be that there is a lot of trust between Yao Man and this uncle Yao, so they hid the treasure in Xinglong Temple.

There is only one problem, since Master Yao has already become a monk, why should he care about these worldly matters?
He should know the importance of the baby to the Yao family, how many generations it has been passed down, why is he willing to keep the secret for Yao Man?

Ye Zhibing turned his head and saw that the two followers were still following him, they didn't stop and walked into the Hall of Great Compassion.

Inside, two monks, one old and one young, were sitting on the futon and chatting.

When they saw outsiders coming in, they stood up quickly. After all, it was not very elegant to sit on the ground with the Buddha statue on their backs.

Ye Zhibing wanted to have a chat with that Uncle Yao, so he put his hands together and said, "Hello, Master, may I ask Master to untie the sign?"

Uncle Yao is kind-hearted, about 50 years old, and wearing a light yellow monk robe. Seeing Ye Zhibing's sincerity, he said, "Amitabha, please come to the donor."

Ye Zhibing followed Uncle Yao into the left wing, and the two men followed.

Xiao Mian, you want to eavesdrop, Ye Zhibing closed the door and let the two of them have a hard time.