Chapter 312 A phone call broke my peace
After lunch, I got up and left.
As soon as I walked into the main hall of Taiyi Temple, my eyes suddenly widened.
In the backlight, a figure was walking through the gate.
He was wearing a felt hat and short clothes, and was walking towards the hall step by step.
As his figure got closer, I saw the long sword on his back, slanting out from his shoulder.
"Could this person be Master Shi Yanfeng?"
Hearing my call, he was stunned for a moment, then put his hands together and said, "It is me, the poor monk."
I hurried forward, took his hand, and led him into the dormitory. I also introduced him to Shiyu, who hurried to the kitchen to prepare vegetarian food.
I poured him some tea and we sat down to reminisce about the past.
A reader recently asked how Master Shi Yanfeng, carrying a long sword, could travel by train or plane. Admittedly, they were surprised by the unfamiliarity. An ascetic like Shi Yanfeng, would he travel by train or plane? He simply walked the world.
"How did you know I was here?"
Shi Yanfeng asked, "Is there an impenetrable wall in the world?"
"Where have you been all these years?"
“The world is my home, wherever I go, there I will settle down.”
I then told them what had happened over the years. Something happened in my master's family, so I left Wuxiang and now I have settled here to make a living. I will welcome my master back to Wuxiang within the year.
He said, "I'm here for no other reason than to bring you a message from Mr. Dong."
"Mr. Dong? Do you know him?"
"He was practicing Taoism in Mount Zhongnan, and I was chanting Buddha's name at the foot of the mountain. Although Buddhism and Taoism are different, they also have similarities, so for a period of time, we had close contacts.
He originally planned to meet you in four years, but now he wants to meet you in August of this year."
"Where shall we meet?"
"On the way."
"On the way?"
"Yes, when you are walking on the road and he is also walking on the road, there will be a time when we meet."
I feel that Shi Yanfeng is becoming more and more mysterious.
At this time, Shiyu came to call for vegetarian meals.
I knew that Shi Yanfeng was not a resident monk at Shaolin Temple and that he also ate porridge, so I asked Shiyu to inform Taoist Chen that there must be a meat dish.
I had lunch with Shi Yanfeng.
He wrote down a recipe for me: dried ginger and licorice, ground into powder.
I asked, “What is this recipe?”
He said, "It's a recipe for keeping fit. It's not needed now, but when you need it, make some to ward off cold."
After that, he stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "I'll take my leave now."
No matter how much I tried to keep him, he insisted on leaving.
I walked him to the big square, and he turned around and put his hands together in front of me: "Goodbye."
I cupped my fist and said, "May the hero have a safe journey."
He walked down the stone steps step by step until he disappeared.
After returning to the temple, Shiyu asked, "Where did Master Shiyan go?"
I sighed deeply, "Traveling the world is his eternal pursuit. Now that he is gone, I don't know where he will go."
Shiyu said: "What a strange man, what a strange man he is."
I said, "Some people seem to be born with a sense of mission. Master Shiyan was born to encourage people to be kind, and he seemed to be searching for the great truth of the world. His actions are incomprehensible to ordinary people, so it is appropriate for you to call him a remarkable person."
Shiyu said, "Buddhism advocates non-birth, believing that reality is a sea of suffering for all. People are powerless against reality. So they can only endure it. They must give up all desires and place their hopes on the afterlife."
Taoism advocates that life is the truth and pursues longevity and health. Therefore, I think the main difference between Buddhism and Taoism lies in their attitudes towards life and death.
I nodded and said, "So, Buddhism and Taoism cannot be practiced together. This is also the reason why Shi Yanfeng didn't want to stay overnight at Taiyi Temple. He wanted to leave, and I wouldn't keep him. This is out of respect for him."
After chatting for a while, I once again reminded Shiyu to keep an eye on the view and be careful of fires. Then we drove down the mountain.
Licorice, dried ginger. What is this recipe used for?
It took me a moment to figure it out.
Back at Xuri, Mr. Chen called me over. I explained Taiyi Temple's arrangements for the New Year and the New Year, including who would be on duty and what to do about fire.
He smiled and said, "You are very thorough in your work. I am assured of this."
Then I told him about Murong Feng. He had also heard about Murong Feng, and after a long pause, he said, "You politely declined his money, which was a noble act. I know that if he asks about it later, you will say that the power and shares are complicated and that it is not something that I, Chen, can decide alone."
I nodded.
Mr. Chen said, "There's nothing else going on at the company. I'll have Chunzi deliver the supplies to your home tomorrow. You should have a good rest."
After leaving Mr. Chen's place, I went to my room to tidy up and sort out the items I needed to take back. I asked Chun Yazi to help me carry them downstairs and deliver them home.
Ask Chun Yazi to drive the car back to the company.
So, I went into vacation mode.
I called Master and told him two things. One was that I had visited Mr. Deng's villa. Master said he knew.
The second thing is that Shi Yanfeng came to visit suddenly and left in a hurry.
The master said, "He was a remarkable man. He would appear at every critical moment. Now that he's gone, you don't need to miss him."
I wanted to have a good rest for a few days, but a phone call broke my peace.
Mr. Shi wants to meet me.
My grandparents haven't contacted me since I came to Shangzhou more than a year ago. What does it mean for them to ask me to meet them at this time?
I still agreed.
Mr. Shi asked me to meet him at "Fengqi".
I'd never been to this teahouse called "Wind Rising." Mr. Shi sent me a location, and I looked it up on a map. It wasn't far from my home, so I decided to walk there.
After walking for half an hour, we arrived. I looked up and saw that it was an unremarkable place. On the third-floor window, there were two words: "The Wind Rises."
There's not even a word "teahouse" in the name. It's just a place for secret agents to meet.
I climbed the stairs. It turned out to be a suite. I knocked on the door and a middle-aged man poked his head out and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"History Hall."
He let me in, led me to a closed door, opened it and said, "Ting Shi, your guest."
Shi Ting jumped up from the sofa and sat up. Then he stood up and shook hands with me.
He became thinner, darker, and in a bad mental state.
I just smiled and shook hands with him without saying anything.
The middle-aged man brought two cups of tea and closed the door tightly.
Shi Ting shook his head and said, "Teacher Wan, I'm so sorry that I didn't contact you when you came to Shangzhou."
I said, "I know you're busy."
He shook his head again and said, "I'm not busy. I'm managing the union right now. It's just that my health and mood haven't been very good. I haven't been in touch with many of my friends."
Needless to say, Shi Ting's downfall wasn't due to poor health, but mainly to a bad mood. At a time like this, I couldn't ask. I could only let him speak.
I just drink tea and smile.
After a long silence, he said, "There's something I've been holding in my heart, and I've wanted to talk to you about it. But every time I dial a few numbers, I stop. Now, I'm at my wit's end. I'd like you to give me some advice."
"Okay. As long as I can help you."
Shi Ting said: "This is a long story."
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