Urban Hidden Dragon

When Wang Han returned to his seat, he saw the big head apologizing to everyone very sincerely.

The attitude before and after was embarrassing, and everyone in the carriage also became curious about Wang Han's identity. If there is no confidence, there is really no way to convince such an arrogant person.

No matter what year it is, if you want to deal with such ruffians, you can only use a harder fist or a stronger background to subdue them.

Ordinary people can only stare and suffer when they encounter such people.

Wang Han never looks down upon this kind of social trash.

If there weren't so many people, Wang Han would have been able to beat this kind of rubbish today until he was bedridden for half a year.

Wang Han sat in his seat. The girl with a round face and a rosy face sat in the nun's seat. Opposite Wang Han sat the nun.

I don’t know why, but I always feel that this nun looks very kind.

The aunt who sat across from him looked at Wang Han, secretly took a photo of Wang Han and sent it to her daughter for her to see. If her daughter saw eye to eye, she would give her her contact information.

Wang Han turned a blind eye.

It was around six o'clock in the evening.

Wang Han bought two buckets of instant noodles and sat down to eat them side by side with Taishu Zangdian.

When paying the bill, Wang Han also saw his transfer record. Unexpectedly, Duanmu Jikang transferred money to Wang Han. Wang Han was stunned for a long time. He was just joking before, but unexpectedly he took it seriously.

The nun opposite always looked at Wang Han. Wang Han thought for a while, rummaged through his bag for a long time and found some vegetarian food, "Do you want to eat it?"

The nun looked at Wang Han with a smile, reached out and took the thing, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The aunt across from me looked at Wang Han and said with a smile, "Young man, where are you from?"

"Jiangning City."

"What are you doing at home?"

"Just ordinary people." Wang Han said with a smile.

The aunt smiled and said, "Then what do you do?"

Wang Han took a sip of soup and said, "I'm going to do some small business."

"Ouch! What kind of business are you doing?"

“The funeral industry!”

The aunt’s smile was not as enthusiastic as before, “That’s what you did!”

Many people will subconsciously shrink back after hearing about this business. Subconsciously, they always feel that this business is very unlucky.

The aunt took her mobile phone and sent a message to her daughter, "I asked, the young man looks very energetic and has a sense of justice. He is just a funeral worker. This kind of small business is unstable. He doesn't make much but has many things to do. Forget it. , Mom will look for a good one for you, last time I found out that your Aunt Liu’s son works as a teacher in an institution, earning more than yuan a month, and he also has five insurances and one housing fund!"

Putting down the phone, the aunt turned her eyes to the nun.

"Master! Which temple are you from?"

The nun's smile was flat and she said, "Yu Ci'an."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, our whole family also believes in Buddhism! Why do good people never get rewarded? My daughter always can't get married. She looks for a bad guy and a bad guy. Why is that!"

The nun smiled and said, "The fate has not come yet."

"I'm already in my thirties, and I'll be menopausal if I don't have any luck! Master, do you know how to tell fortunes? Can you help my daughter do the fortune telling!"

"will not."

The aunt sighed and said, "There are too few good men nowadays! Master, I can't sleep during this time. Can you tell me if I have been stained by something unclean?"

The nun glanced at the aunt and stretched out her hand to take her pulse.

Then I took out the needle bag and gave the aunt acupuncture.

Not long after, the aunt fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as the aunt fell asleep, the car became much quieter.

Not long after, we arrived at a new site.

Someone new came up and patted the round-faced girl on the shoulder, "This is my place!"

The round-faced girl looked at the nun, who stood up and said, "I'm here."

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Han and walked towards the flight attendant, "Hello, I want to make up my ticket and change it to the terminal."

The steward took the machine and checked, "Hello, we only have standing tickets."

"can!"

The nun came back, and the round-faced girl stood up, "Master, please continue sitting here. I'm tired of sitting, so I'll stand for a while."

"Thank you."

Uncle Zangdian and the nun looked at each other without saying anything.

The car made a loud noise, and the sleeping aunt woke up. She took out her phone and took a look at it and said in surprise.

"Oh! Master, you are really a god! I haven't slept so soundly for a long time! Master, is this a blessing from my continuous belief in Buddhism?"

The nun just smiled and said nothing.

The aunt yawned, rubbed half of her face, and turned on her phone, "Oh! Master, look! My daughter sent me a message! Let me just say that our whole family is a Buddhist!"

Regardless of whether the nun wanted it or not, the aunt raised her phone and clicked on the video for the nun to watch.

"I once said three sentences and a man spent on me..."

The aunt quickly scrolled, "Oops, I clicked on the wrong video. It's this one. Look, my daughter sent it to me! My daughter also believes in Buddhism! Master, is it because my daughter can't find a partner because she believes in Buddhism?"

The nun smiled and said nothing.

The sound of the aunt's video was turned to the maximum, "Everyone should also listen to what my daughter posted in the group. Watching more of these will be helpful to everyone's practice."

Voices are heard in the video.

"I made a wish to the Buddha, wishing all my friends in the group happiness and good health.

Buddha said, only four days.

I said, then, spring, summer, autumn, winter.

The Buddha said no, only three days.

I said, then yesterday, today, tomorrow.

The Buddha said no, only two days.

I said, then it will be day or night.

The Buddha said no, only one day.

I said that it would be every day with the friends in the group.

Buddha said... I gave you fucking face! It’s not over, is it? Believe it or not, I killed you within three days! "

The aunt was originally smiling, but her smile froze when she heard the last telegram tone, and she hurriedly turned off the video.

Everyone in the carriage was still listening with their ears perked up at first, but when they heard the truth in the end, they couldn't hold back and laughed.

The aunt blushed.

"This stinky girl! She always posts random things to the group. I will definitely talk to her well when I get back!"

Night gradually fell.

The girl with the round face slapped her back, and the nun stood up, "Girl, thank you, please sit down."

The girl hesitated for a moment and sat down because her legs hurt so much.

The nun stood leaning against the back of her chair.

Wang Han stood up and said, "Master, sit here with me."

"Thank you little benefactor."

"You're too polite!"

Wang Han took out his lighter and walked towards the smoking area.

The nun turned around and glanced at Wang Han's back.

Taishu Zangdian opened his eyes, "Aren't you ready to recognize each other?"

The nun shook her head, "I am already a monk, so I should cut off the worldly world."

"You can't cut this kind of thing."

The nun clasped her hands together, lowered her head and said softly, "I once made a great wish in front of the Buddha. I will worship all the Buddhas in the world in exchange for my brave son being safe throughout his life."

Wang Han gave up his seat and stayed in the smoking area all night.

The next morning.

I packed my things and got out of the car.

Walking out from the station entrance, Taishu Zangdian handed Wang Han a piece of jade Guanyin.

"The nun gave it to you."

Wang Han took it and said, "For me? I think you two know each other. Who is she?"

"Monk."

There is a not-so-famous tourist attraction in Dongshan City, and there is a not-so-famous Taoist temple inside the tourist attraction.

Green Ox Palace.

Dozens of tourists were climbing or standing on the endless stone steps.

Wang Han followed Taishu Zangdian with his bag on his back.

The two of them walked as fast as flying, and soon they were swaying upwards under the astonished eyes of the passengers.

The inside of Qingniu Palace was deserted.

Although there were very few pilgrims, the table was clean.

There was a little Taoist boy in the main hall who was reading the "Lingshu Sutra".

Hearing footsteps, he rubbed his eyes, looked up, and saw an old man and a young man walking in.

The little Tao boy stood up.

"This is where you burn incense, and over there where you make and fulfill your wishes! You two are..."

"Go to the grave."

The little Taoist boy looked at the old man and the young man with a confused face.

The old man, wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket, walked in front and walked straight towards the back of the hall. The little Taoist boy was stunned again and followed behind.

There is a cliff behind Qingniu Palace.

I don’t know which senior named him Zuowangya.

There is a huge bronze bull on the edge of Zuowang Cliff. The giant bull is wrapped with iron chains as thick as a bowl.

The other end of the chain is the solitary peak on the other side thirty meters away.

There is also a giant bronze bull tied to that end, and the two bulls are supporting the iron chain in a wrestling posture across the abyss.

The solitary peak stands thousands of feet high, and the mountain is so steep that it is impossible to climb. Only the masters of the Qingniu Palace in the past could pass through this chain.

I don’t know who came up with the gimmick. It is said that through the iron chain, you can make wishes on the incense on the head, which is very effective.

It was popular for a while, until a Taoist slipped and fell into the abyss and stopped the project completely.

Normal people are more or less afraid of heights. Many people will be scared to death even if they watch videos of foreigners committing suicide at an altitude of several hundred meters.

Ordinary people here would tremble just looking down, let alone walking past. No one has been able to walk past the Green Ox Palace for many years.

"You two! Don't be stupid!"

When the little Taoist boy saw the two people approaching, he ran straight towards the chain and rushed up to try to stop them.

Unexpectedly, the old man in the cotton-padded jacket strolled onto the chain, followed closely by the young man.

Xiao Daotong's heart was in his throat.

Staring at this scene.

Several pilgrims also saw this scene and were so shocked that they fell asleep.

The wind whimpered.

The chains swayed in the wind.

The two people on the chain swayed in the wind. The little Taoist boy was so frightened that he sat on the ground and shouted quickly, "Master...Master! Come here quickly! Someone is going to die!"

Unexpectedly, the two people were walking as fast as flying. In more than ten seconds, they followed the chain and crossed the abyss to the other side of the lonely peak.

A drunken old man wandered over, "What's wrong?"

The little Taoist boy pointed in the direction of Lone Peak with a shocked look on his face, "Someone! Someone has passed by!"

The old Taoist glanced at it and half of his drunkenness dissipated.

"What did they say?"

"They only said they came to visit the grave."

The old Taoist's expression was shocked, "You keep an eye here while I go get something! When they come over, please wait for me!"

There is a small hut on the top of the lonely peak.

Behind the hut, there are several graves.

Uncle Zangdian entered the hut and said, "Go and kowtow to your father."

Wang Han walked over there, paused, and knelt down towards the tomb in front.

Uncle Zandian's voice came from inside the hut, "Why don't you cry twice! Let your father know that his son is here to see him!"

Wang Han thought for a while, "Dad! I'm here to see you!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he started crying, he was kicked on the butt. When he turned around, he saw Taishu Zangdian standing behind him angrily holding a candle.

"What are you doing?" Wang Han rubbed his butt.

"You're crying in the wrong grave! This is my fucking father!"