The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The little monk didn't expect someone to come, so he raised his head in surprise and saw a smiling big brother standing in front of him.

"Are you asking my master?"

The little monk was twelve or thirteen years old, fair-looking, very cute, and his tone of voice still had a hint of childishness.

Ye Zhibing nodded, "Yes, I'm looking for the abbot. Is he there?"

The little monk shook his head, "My master is in seclusion, and no one will be seen."

"Retreat?" Ye Zhibing was stunned for a moment, the weather is considered hot, isn't retreat boring?
Seeing that Ye Zhibing was very surprised, the little monk smiled and said, "My master retreats for seven days every month, and today is the sixth day. Master will come out tomorrow."

Ye Zhibing said "Oh", "I see, I'll pay homage to the Bodhisattva first."

"Okay, let me take you in."

The little monk stood up and led Ye Zhibing,

Ye Zhibing followed the young monk into the temple.

After entering the gate of Nanshan Temple, there is a statue of Buddha, with Tathagata in the middle and eighteen arhats on both sides.

Ye Zhibing heard from the owner of the consignment store at the foot of the mountain that the Guanyin here is very effective, but there is no statue of Guanyin in the main hall.

He felt a little strange, so he asked the little monk: "Little master, where is the Guanyin Bodhisattva enshrined in your temple?"

The little monk smiled and said, "So you want to worship Guanyin, and it's in the Guanyin Hall behind."

"Then little master, will you take me to Guanyin Hall?"

Ye Zhibing pleaded.

The little monk agreed, still leading the way, and took Ye Zhibing to a small hall with an area of ​​less than a dozen square meters on the left side of the backyard. The plaque hanging on it read the words Guanyin Hall.

"Benefactor, this is Guanyin Hall, you go in and worship."

Ye Zhibing thanked a few words and walked into the Guanyin Hall.

Inside is Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Ye Zhibing took out the lighter, lit the incense, bowed, and put it on the incense burner in front of the Bodhisattva.

When he saw a wooden merit box in front of the altar, he took out a hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it in, which was regarded as money for the monks.

After worshiping the Bodhisattva, Ye Zhibing walked around the Guanyin Hall and looked at the things inside.

He guessed that those Buddha statues should be cultural relics. Under the cracks of the mottled paint, there was weather-beaten and blackened wood.

After reading the contents of the Guanyin Hall, Ye Zhibing turned around and walked out, and saw the little monk standing under a cypress tree in the backyard looking up at the sky.

What is he looking at?

Ye Zhibing followed the direction the little monk was looking curiously, and looked with his head.

It turned out that a group of birds flew across the sky, lined up neatly, and headed south.

When the bird was out of sight, Ye Zhibing looked down at the little monk, and saw that he was still staring at the sky.

Ye Zhibing was puzzled, what happened to the little monk?
So he stepped forward and called out to the little monk, "Little master, little master?"

The little monk was awakened by Ye Zhibing's cry, and he looked back and smiled shyly, "I..."

Ye Zhibing also smiled slightly and said, "Are you wondering what the outside world is like?"

The little monk's face changed slightly, he put his hands together and said: "Benefactor, I didn't think..."

Ye Zhibing expressed his understanding. The young monk is a Buddhist. If you imagine the world outside, then you are not strong in Buddhism.

"Okay, okay, you didn't think about it."

Ye Zhibing stopped embarrassing the little monk, and continued to ask: "Little master, where is your master retreating?"

The little monk hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The master said that you can't tell outsiders."

Ye Zhibing said: "That's fine, I won't ask. By the way, who do you want here besides your master?"

The little monk replied earnestly: "In addition to my master, there is also me, and Uncle Dong, and Brother Lang... No, Brother Lang is not in the temple now, so he should not be counted."

The little monk calculated how many monks there were in the temple for a long time, and Ye Zhibing understood as soon as he heard it, the incense in this Nanshan Temple was not flourishing, there were only two old monks and one young monk in total.

Because the senior monk of the little monk is not in the temple, of course it is not counted.

Ye Zhibing smiled and asked, "What about your Master Dong?"

"Uncle Dong has gone to work in the fields, and he asked me to watch the house in the temple."

The little monk answered quickly.

Ye Zhibing nodded in satisfaction, and then asked the little monk, "Can I visit your temple?"

The little monk nodded, "Okay, you can take a look if you want, our Nanshan Temple is only this big."

Ye Zhibing laughed, the little monk's words were too true.

Apart from the front hall, the backyard, several wing rooms, firewood houses, and kitchens, there are really no other buildings in Nanshan Temple, which can be seen at a glance.

However, Nanshan is very majestic, with strange peaks and jagged rocks.

This Nanshan Temple is located on a gentle slope, in the middle of the mountain. On the right side of the temple is a steep mountain rock. There is a mountain spring flowing down like a waterfall, forming a pool, which is also the source of water for the temple.

The left side of Nanshan Temple is very gentle. Someone is mining, and a simple mountain road has been built to transport equipment into the mountain and transport ore out of the mountain.

While the little monk was chatting with Ye Zhibing, there was a sudden muffled sound, the ground began to tremble, and a few broken tiles fell from the roof of the temple that had been in disrepair for a long time.

The little monk was obviously terrified, even Ye Zhibing was shocked.

The blasting of this mine in the tunnel is like under the feet, shaking the sky and making people feel uncomfortable.

When calm was restored, Ye Zhibing took a look at the damage to the temple.

Fortunately, none of the houses collapsed, some tiles were lost, and the cracks in the walls became more visible.

"Little master, do they often fire cannons like this?"

Ye Zhibing felt that it was not normal to live in such an environment, so he asked the little monk about the situation.

It took a long time for the little monk to calm down, "Yeah, recently I have played it five or six times a day, sometimes in the middle of the night. I am afraid that the house will collapse and I will be buried in it."

Ye Zhibing's face became serious, how to solve this situation?

If Nanshan Temple is a cultural relic, it should not be mined and blasted nearby.

If Nanshan Temple can be demolished, Nanshan Mining, that is, the third uncle, should discuss the terms with them before blasting them. They can’t force them to back down by creating a fait accompli without discussing anything.

"Little master, have those miners come to the temple to look for your master?"

The little monk nodded and said, "A lot of people came, but my master seemed very upset and drove them out."

Ye Zhibing thought about it, the abbot here disagreed with the third uncle's conditions, and the third uncle asked himself to persuade the abbot.

But the third uncle is so domineering, how could he be merciful, instead of using brute force to settle this matter, he wanted to find himself?

Could it be that he wants to use himself as a pawn or that the abbot is also very powerful?

This matter still seems to be a mystery now, and Ye Zhibing didn't think of how to solve this mystery all at once.

The abbot is in seclusion, and the people on the third uncle's side would never tell him the truth.