Chapter 2 He prays to Buddha in hell
Quiet Temple.
The name of the temple comes from the abbot, Master Liaoran.
The master said, "A temple is a quiet place, suitable for meditation."
At first glance, the name seems a bit awkward and not grand enough.
Listening to it again, I can taste its full charm.
In front of the Buddha.
The two sat facing each other in silence.
Master Liangran spoke first, "Boss Ji, your thoughts haven't clicked yet?"
Master Liaoran was dressed in gray cloth, was in his fifties, and looked like a highly accomplished monk.
Ji Feizhi, wearing an expensive, high-end black suit, knelt on the futon with a calm expression, "No."
It's been almost two months and I still haven't figured it out.
Liang Ran was a little anxious inside, but he didn't show it on his face. "Oh, what's the matter that you haven't figured out?"
Ji Feizhi remained silent.
Mr. Ji has been a frequent visitor to the temple for almost ten years. He comes to stay for a few days every few days to resolve his inner confusion.
He donated a lot of money for incense and is a big customer in my heart.
But this is not the point. The point is that Mr. Ji has a domineering grandfather who donated more money just to let him comfort his only grandson.
The old man promised that as long as his grandson could achieve enlightenment, he would donate the mountain opposite Anjing Temple.
That mountain is not cheap. Although monks must be free of desires and demands in order to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven, Liang Ran is just an ordinary person.
So, he had been longing for that mountain for a long time.
With the establishment of a branch temple, Anjing Temple will become more popular.
Summer is here and winter is not far away. Whether the children in the mountains can have winter clothes depends on him.
So I understand and feel anxious.
But he knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
It was only through gradual guidance that this process took nearly ten years.
There is someone living in Mr. Ji's heart, someone he longs for but cannot get.
This is the first time in ten years that I have stayed in the temple for such a long time.
Liaoran had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Master, there's a ferocious beast living here." Ji Feizhi's slender hand gently covered his aching heart. His blood was boiling and clamoring. He was in agony, but his expression was as cold as winter ice. "I can't hold it anymore."
Liao Ran's heart skipped a beat. "Then, let him out?"
Over the years, Liang Ran has guided us many times, both overtly and covertly. Since he can't get what he wants, he'll just rob him!
No matter whether he goes to hell or not, isn’t that mountain opposite fragrant?
For that mountain, he knew he could go to hell.
"No." Ji Feizhi suppressed the endless desire in his heart.
Hell is painful, how could he bear to drag her down to hell.
"Then, put it down?"
"I can't let it go." It's impossible to let it go in this lifetime.
I was furious, and I thought this was to torture the monks' religious faith!
This Mr. Ji is really difficult to deal with!
"I want to end it all." Perhaps destruction is the best ending.
Liang Ran knew too well the hidden meaning behind every word of Mr. Ji, and he stood up in shock, "Don't worry!"
End? How else could it end? Of course, it would end with life.
Mr. Ji actually had such thoughts in mind, which shocked him so much that he couldn't even maintain his image as a great monk.
After ten years of his guidance, not only did Mr. Ji not get over it, he even passed away.
Not to mention the mountain opposite, I'm afraid this whole mountain will be razed to the ground by the old man!
Liaoran was really panicked.
Sure enough, today is not an auspicious day!
"Mr. Ji, do you believe in Buddhism? Do you believe in past lives and present lives? If you can't get it in this life, maybe you can in the next life? If you end it rashly like this, you may miss the fate in the next life."
No matter what, Leran decided to be a charlatan.
Ji Feizhi raised his eyes, "Oh?"
"Pray to Buddha sincerely, maybe we will meet again in the next life?" He would try to fool him first. In this life, he had said all the nice things, but Mr. Ji was a stubborn person and would not listen to anything. So he might as well try to fool him in the next life, at least he could keep the throne.
Come into my Buddhist sect, ask the Buddha and seek the Buddha.
"How long?" How long would he have to pray devoutly to exchange for the fate of the next life?
"Three, three years?" Le Ran asked tentatively. He was afraid that if he said too much, this ancestor would quit.
Let’s keep calm first.
Ji Feizhi stood up, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and said in a calm tone, "I don't believe in Buddhism."
Turned and walked towards the door.
I felt like the sky was falling!
I'm afraid the mountaintop will be lost!
Before leaving the door, President Ji paused and said, "I'll come back in three days."
He didn't believe in Buddhism, but he wanted to ask her for help.
Ask Buddha, beg her.
Even in the next life.
Liao Ran heaved a sigh of relief, "Boss Ji, see you in three days!"
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As we walked out of the temple gate, Assistant Li came running over to hold an umbrella.
The sun in July is scorching.
"Mr. Ji, the company is urging you to sign. They said there are a lot of documents that need your signature." Special Assistant Li spoke cautiously.
Mr. Ji stayed in the temple for too long this time, and he felt a little nervous.
The assistant opened the back door of the Bentley and Ji Feizhi got in. "Where's Mr. Chu?"
"They said they went to Beidazhou to catch lions." Assistant Li thought twice before answering truthfully, "They've been gone for almost a month."
Right after President Ji left, President Chu toiled in the company for a month, but couldn't stand it anymore and ran away, saying that he was going to Beidazhou to catch a lion and raise it.
We are not kidding, can you keep that thing?
"I'll go to the company tomorrow." Take care of the company first.
"Okay." Assistant Li also breathed a sigh of relief.
The Bentley slowly drove down the mountain.
"Let's go to Jingyuan." It's time to let the old man know his decision.
Everything in this world is so dull,
But his heart was restless.
An hour later.
Jingyuan.
The manor where Mr. Ji lives in his retirement.
The scenery is beautiful and the air is pleasant.
Unlike the scorching heat in the center of Beijing, it is warm like early spring outside.
It all smells like money.
Reception hall.
Mr. Ji sat upright on an old-fashioned chair made of sandalwood. The chair was surrounded by exquisite carvings, which exuded a deep historical charm.
"Bang!"
The fine blue and white porcelain teacup shattered on the ground.
Mr. Ji was filled with rage. “Bang!”
Another cup was broken.
"I don't agree!"
The old man was so angry that his beard was shaking. His precious grandson was going to run to the temple to practice meditation at all costs.
To put it nicely, it sounds like pure cultivation, but to put it bluntly, it means becoming a monk!
How could he not be angry?
"Grandpa, I have made up my mind." Ji Feizhi said seriously.
The servant heard the noise and came over to check. He wanted to clean up the broken teacups on the floor in time, but was silently waved away by Ji Feizhi.
Looking at his furious grandfather, he felt helpless.
But he could no longer control the beast in his heart. He was afraid that he would do something terrible and hurt her.
In response, another cup was broken.
"Bang!"
Ji Feizhi's handsome brows frowned slightly.
Mr. Ji was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Okay, you understand. I've been guiding you for ten years, and this is it?
His precious grandson is almost gone!
Not to mention the mountain opposite, he even wanted to blow up the mountain near Anjing Temple!
"Feizhi, you are still young, you don't understand, there is nothing in this world that cannot be let go." Old Master Ji suppressed his anger and counseled kindly.
"Grandpa, I'm 27."
Mr. Ji was speechless.
He knew that his beloved grandson had someone in his heart, but he had been investigating for years and still couldn't find out. The boy kept it secret too tightly, leaving no loopholes. Even the powerful old man Ji couldn't do anything about it.
Otherwise he would have been tied up long ago!
The old man still refused to give up. "My dear grandson, tell me, who is she? I'll risk my reputation and beg her for you."
Ji Feizhi remained silent.
"The eldest granddaughter of the Sun family?" The Sun family is the mortal enemy of the Ji family. It seems that they have a beautiful little granddaughter who is about the same age as their own grandson.
The two met when they were children.
His old face is not important, what is important is his precious grandson.
Ji Feizhi remained silent.
Apparently not.
"From the Li family?" The Li family and the Ji family have a good relationship.
Not speaking is not the right thing either.
"It can't be a man, right?" Old Master Ji's voice was a little trembling.
Even if it's a man.
It’s not impossible for the sake of my lovely grandson!
He can accept it!
Ji Feizhi shook his head, "Grandpa, stop guessing."
"No matter who you are, just take it away if you want it! As a man, why are you hesitating like that?!" The old man said angrily.
Ji Feizhi's heart was filled with loneliness and sorrow, "She got married."
The old man choked and said, "You can get divorced even if you're married!"
"There's another child." He didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, he just glanced at her from a distance.
The old man said stubbornly, "Let's rob them together!"
Even if he changed his surname to Ji, he would still be his great-grandson!
Ji Feizhi smiled bitterly. It's not like he hadn't thought about that dirty thing.
But he couldn't do it.
How could he tolerate the light in her eyes being extinguished by his own hands!
Old Master Ji slumped in his chair, gripping the handle tightly.
It was like I aged ten years in an instant.
It seems that his grandson is not making sense.
The men of the Ji family are born with stubbornness and paranoia ingrained in their bones.
"Feizhi, do you know why grandpa gave you this name? You weren't originally called this name..."
Mr. Ji lived a miserable life. His first wife died almost fifty years ago and he never remarried.
"Your original name was Ji An..."
Ji Feizhi's mother died during childbirth. His father struggled for three years but ultimately couldn't get over it and chose to follow his wife.
Is it his eldest grandson's turn now?
The men of the Ji family are loyal, but have a miserable life.
Old Master Ji choked up, tears welling in his eyes, and his voice seemed to come from far away, "Not stubborn... Not stubborn... Grandpa hopes you won't follow in our footsteps. Being too paranoid is not good..."
Non-attachment.
The old man's expectations were ultimately dashed.
He couldn't stop...
After Ji Feizhi left, the old man sat alone for a very long time.
Turbid tears flowed down the wrinkles.
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