Aoyama sees me as I should

Lu Changsheng had never seen a monk cry as soon as he came, and it was still in front of his husband.

He glanced cautiously at the person in the wheelchair. It was rare for Mr. Lang to show too much displeasure. He sat quietly watching Ji Qingbai cry.

Ji Qingbo Xu also felt a little disrespectful. After crying for a while, he wiped away his tears, clasped his hands together, and said a little shyly: "The poor monk is the abbot of Tuoshan Temple, whose name is Qingbai."

Lu Changsheng said succinctly: "My husband's surname is Tan." After finishing speaking, he didn't add another word.

Ji Qingbai, a salt merchant in Liangjiang, found out that his surname was Fang, so he didn't rely on the Buddha's fate from the beginning, but he came to court at this time, and it was still so ostentatious.

Since the other party guarded against him like a thief, Ji Qingbai didn't force it, so he clasped his palms together and saluted, suggesting to stay in the temple.

Lu Changsheng kept his eyes on his nose, his nose, his nose, his nose, and his heart without saying a word, and when he lowered his head, he heard Lang Jun say calmly: "Then I'll have to work with Abbot."

"...!" Lu Changsheng thought he was hallucinating.

Lang Jun looked at him, and ordered: "Let Fang Chi take care of it."

Lu Changsheng just flashed his godly skills, hurriedly agreed, and got out of the car to find Fang Chi.

Ji Qingbai was left alone in the car, facing the person in the wheelchair.

"My single name is Zhang Zi." Tan Zhang looked at Ji Qingbai, and suddenly said, "The word is Yi Ya."

Ji Qingbai came to his senses, smiled gently, and called him in a low voice, "Mr. Tan Xiaolang."

Tan Zhang didn't have much reaction, he and Ji Qingbai looked at each other for a while, and then asked: "Why did the abbot cry just now?"

Ji Qingbo was embarrassed, and vaguely made up a reason: "Mr. Xiao Lang looks like an old friend of mine, seeing him suddenly... feels uncomfortable."

Tan Zhang chewed the word "old friend" in his mouth, suddenly smiled, and said in a slightly cold tone: "There are not many people who look like me."

Ji Qingbai didn't realize that there was something in his words, and typed the Buddha's words with one hand, and said earnestly: "Xiao Langjun is a person who is as bright as the stars and the moon, so naturally there is no difference in the world."

Probably because he heard too much flattery like this, Tan Zhang didn't have any extra expression, he asked his attendant to get in the car to comb his hair, and put it into a simple bun.

Ji Qingbai was very envious of the other party's lush green hair, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and happened to be spotted by Lang Jun again.

"How many years does Mr. Xiao Lang have until he reaches the crown?" Ji Qingbai couldn't hold back in the end and asked.

Tan Zhang was silent for a long time, pursed his lips, and replied reluctantly: "Four years."

Ji Qingbai only felt that his eyes were darkened, he forced a smile, and forced himself to say: "Mr. Lang is really, um...you are young and promising, and your head is so horny."

When Lu Changsheng got back into the car, he found a strange and suffocating atmosphere of silence between his master and the monk.

He was confused like a monk Zhang Er, and he didn't dare to ask Ji Qingbai directly in front of Tan Zhang, so he could only sit aside honestly, without turning his eyes.

Fortunately, the road to the monastery was not far away. As soon as the carriage stopped, the young monks sitting in the first carriage couldn't wait to jump off.

The visitor was grand, and even the two deacons from the temple came out to greet him. Bo Jing was outside Tan Zhang's carriage, and called Ji Qingbai at the top of his voice: "Master Abbot! Master Abbot!"

The deacons glanced at each other, their eyes were a little worried, and they were wary of Fang Chi outside the car: "May I ask if our abbot is in the car?"

When Ji Qingbai heard the voice, afraid of misunderstanding, he hurriedly opened the curtain of the car, smiled at the two of them helplessly, "I'm here as a teacher, so don't be rude."

The deacon breathed a sigh of relief, greeted the abbot, and then asked the person who got up.

Fang Chi only said that he came to Chaolin to do business, and he encountered trouble with his family and hurt some people, so he wanted to temporarily stay in the temple so that he could recuperate for a while.

The two deacons didn't quite approve of so many people coming in at the same room, but Ji Qingbai agreed, so they had no choice but to agree.

As the evening approached, most of the pilgrims had dispersed, and the scattered ones did not attract attention. Fang Chi arranged for the people below to tidy up the empty meditation room, but he was not polite, and it was cleaned up in a short while.

Lu Changsheng pushed the wheelchair and creaked over the bluestone bricks in the hall.

Passing by the immeasurable Buddha statues, the wheelchair stopped suddenly.

Tanzhang looked up at the golden Buddha, his eyes were lowered, looking compassionately.

Lu Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "Sir, do you want to offer a stick of incense?"

Tan Zhang looked at it for a while, turned his face away, and said coldly: "I don't believe him, why should I worship him?"

Lu Changsheng didn't dare to speak any more, and pushed the wheelchair without stopping.

Ji Qingbai was surrounded by two deacons, and his expression was not very good.

"Is the abbot injured?" the inner hall deacon asked anxiously.

Ji Qingbai: "I'm doing well."

The deacon of the outer hall said angrily: "Bo Jing said that you were tied into it, they really didn't hurt you?"

Ji Qingbai was taken aback: "How can you believe what children say nonsense?"

Neitang frowned: "The people who came here are not ordinary people. I saw quite a few people were injured just now. What is the last name of that young man in a wheelchair?"

Ji Qingbai didn't want to talk more about Tanzhang, so he kept his face serious, and his words had some admonishment: "Don't see anything wrong, don't speak anything wrong, don't listen anything wrong. Since the poor monk is destined to meet you, it's right to help others."

The inner hall wanted to say something, but was stopped by the outer hall. The two exchanged a look, and the inner hall let out a sigh of relief, and said, "The disciples are just worried about Master, and they are afraid that you will get into trouble."

"What kind of trouble can you get into as a teacher?" Ji Qingbai didn't understand, so he smiled and said, "I'm almost half buried, and I can't suffer."

deacon:"……"

Although the meditation room that Tan Zhang lives in is not big, it has a very elegant layout. Because it is on the mountain, there is a yard in front of the house, and a lush magnolia tree is planted.

It is the beginning of summer now, there are many green leaves but few flower buds can be seen, Lu Changsheng glanced at it for a few times, then lost the interest, just about to enter the house, he saw Tan Zhang pushing a wheelchair out by himself.

"The magnolia flowering period hasn't arrived yet." Lu Changsheng said, "Sir, should you change the medicine first?"

Tan Zhang waved his hand to tell him to shut up, so Lu Changsheng could only back down.

Lang Jun admired the tree for a while, and when he misunderstood, he saw a person standing at the gate of the courtyard. He didn't know how long he stayed there, and there was no sound at all.

Ji Qingbai clasped his palms together and bowed to him from a distance.

"Since the abbot is here, why don't you come in?" Tan Zhang asked while sitting in a wheelchair with his hands resting on his knees.

In fact, Ji Qingbai just came to see him, and at first he really didn't think about going in, but since the other party has asked, it must be unreasonable to turn around and leave now.

"The poor monk pushes Mr. Xiaolang into the house." Ji Qingbai stepped into the courtyard, and after he returned to the temple, he changed into a cassock, with gold patterns and red grids printed with the sunset in the evening, which was eye-catching.

Tan Zhang's eyes fell on the top, and after turning his eyes away, his expression gradually became gloomy.