Rebirth of the Age of Wealth

Chapter 471 The secret that cannot be told

Li Weidong and his party entered the "ancient temple", and the bodyguard assistant gathered more than ten people together, making the ancient temple, which already had many tourists and believers, even more crowded.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of most tourists, but when they saw so many strong bodyguards protecting them, the tourists' eyes became wandering.

It's better to stay away from such people. Common people can't afford to offend them, and they quietly make way for an open space at the door.

It also made it easier for Li Weidong to look at the layout of the entire ancient temple. The hall has a two-story roof, which is almost seven or eight meters tall.

The area of ​​the entire space is estimated to be three to four hundred square meters, which is not large compared with the tourists inside.

It looks like an ordinary building from the outside, but the inside is similar to domestic temples. There are booths for asking for fortune and fortune, and there are also merit boxes to encourage people to do good deeds.

Li Weidong looked very strange. He rarely went to temples in China. Even if he went, he would visit the buildings as a tourist to see the strange things.

He had never done anything like asking for lots or burning incense, but Liu Jinhui was more interested in these things and would often draw lots.

When I got the lucky draw, I felt happy, so I naturally said that the draw was correct, and then generously stuffed a stack of money into the person's merit box.

When I won the lottery, I felt a little uncomfortable. I complained that the lottery was not accurate, and the money for the sesame oil in the merit box was less.

As for the lottery, it is absolutely impossible to draw the lottery. If the temple is open for business and you are asked to draw the lottery, how can you do this business?

If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you might knock the stall down!

Therefore, this kind of business in the temple is very shrewd. If it weren't for the fact that the lottery was too fake, I probably wouldn't have even won the lottery.

There were two front desk staff, Zhi Ke Seng, who were probably also responsible for cleaning. After seeing Li Weidong and his party, they hurriedly greeted them.

"How many distinguished guests are you offering incense or asking for autographs?"

One of the young monks asked in standard Chinese. Li Weidong and his party were very discerning, so it was not surprising to guess that they were Chinese.

"Can we take a tour?" Li Weidong asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhike Monk didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and said, "Of course you can, as long as you don't go to the third floor, you can visit as you like!"

"Isn't it allowed on the third floor?" If he didn't emphasize the third floor, Li Weidong would naturally not ask, but after asking, he felt something was wrong.

"Of course it's okay if you're a distinguished guest!" Before the two monks could speak, an old man in gray robe walked towards him and said with a smile.

Li Weidong had already seen this old man. He was not tall, thin but slightly well-proportioned, with a gray beard on his chin.

Although at first glance, whether it was his clothes or his body and temperament, he looked a bit fairy-like, but he always felt that something was wrong.

The young monk Zhike introduced him respectfully: "This is Zen Master Guangming!" Then he put his hands together and saluted the old monk, and went to greet other guests.

"These are distinguished guests. There are no secrets in the temple, so you can visit at will!" Guang Ming clasped his hands to Li Weidong and said again.

"Thank you, Master!" The other Zen masters came out and spoke so generously that Li Weidong couldn't tease others.

However, this temple is not big, there are not many people there, and there are no decent Buddhist relics, so there may be some truth to this.

Li Weidong walked casually. There were many people walking around, and quite a few of them just came in to take a look. They didn't ask for signatures or burn incense, and they didn't get any merit money.

Zou Yi and Fu Xiaomin couldn't help but be curious and decided to draw lots to try their luck, but they didn't know what they were asking about, whether it was wealth or marriage.

Two single, high-quality women, looking for money and not making money, not looking for marriage, what else can they ask for, how can they be so angry with an older woman like Xiaomin?

It's just that when this ancient temple came to the United States, it also began to value privacy, and even asked for signatures in a secretive manner so that no one else would know.

But you can tell by the expressions of the two of them that it should be good.

Then a few people went to the second floor to browse. The rooms on the second floor were nothing more than Buddhist scriptures and the like.

Except for Jiang Zhili, who has some belief in Buddhism, the others are completely non-Buddhist and have no faith at all.

In other words, their religious beliefs are the same as those of most Chinese people. They believe in whatever is useful and believe in whatever they need. It doesn’t matter where you are, gods, Buddhas or ghosts. As long as it works, they will believe in you.

Because of this, there are so many temples in China that worship many kinds of gods. There may be a particularly efficacious temple within thirty or fifty miles.

Li Weidong was more curious about this ancient temple than a pious belief. He came here just to see something strange and had no intention of worshiping.

Guangming saw that Li Weidong and others seemed to be a little uninterested, so he said at the right time: "If you have nothing to do, you might as well go to the Mingxin Pavilion upstairs!".

After hearing this, several people looked at Li Weidong!

Li Weidong raised his eyes and looked at Guang Ming, and immediately understood why he felt that this old monk was weird just now.

The shrewdness of a businessman can clearly be seen in his eyes, and this is the rhythm of wanting to make alms from him.

"I won't disturb you, Master. We just happened to come in for a visit. Now that we have seen it, we will leave now!" Li Weidong said with a smile.

Li Weidong's smile was slightly sarcastic. Let's just say goodbye. Anyway, I don't believe that you are an American temple. If you have charity money, it is better to donate it to the country.

"Donor, we are all destined to meet each other, and it is even more so by coincidence. Besides, the benefactor must be tired from walking all the way. Why don't you go upstairs and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

The old monk tried his best to invite, but there was a bit more compassion and sincerity in his eyes, which made Li Weidong unable to bear to say no.

Li Weidong was silent for a moment, smiled, and then said: "Then I'm sorry!"

"Dignified guests have arrived, and I'm so excited. I'm sorry for bothering you. Please invite me!" The old monk's smile suddenly became brighter.

Li Weidong was stunned for a moment as he watched, sighing in his heart. He still followed the old monk's advice. The sincerity just now was a skill for survival.

These monks also have different professions. Some are selling alms, and some are studying Buddhism, burning incense and meditating. It is estimated that this old monk has a lot of alms skills.

Just stand in front of you with those compassionate eyes and say, "Amitabha!" You should obediently give a few taels of charity.

But I have already agreed, so there is no room for regret. Li Weidong is worth hundreds of millions, and he cannot afford to lose this person.

As expected, the third floor was much quieter, with almost no one there. The monks who occasionally passed by were also gentle and even bowed to the old monk with his hands folded.

The decoration inside Mingxin Pavilion has a more ancient Chinese style. It looks simple and elegant. When you enter the door, you can see a banner with four elegant characters "Pure and Comfortable" written on it. However, it is not signed, and I don't know who wrote it.

Below the banner is a long table, on which are placed pens, inks, paper, inkstones and some Buddhist books.

Next to it is a tea table that can accommodate four people. There is already a teapot and tureen on the tea table, and four square stools are placed next to it.

There are Buddhist calligraphy and paintings hanging around the walls, which look very old, but I don't know whether they are made or replaced.

There is a row of chairs on the front side, with coffee tables spaced apart, much like a scene seen in a costume drama.

If you don't look outside and just look here, you will naturally feel like you have traveled back in time. It is true that you can see this scene very rarely in the United States!

After Li Weidong entered, a young novice came in carrying a copper pot, and the hot water inside was still steaming.

The old monk stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down, everyone!"

Li Weidong was in the middle, Jiang Zhili and Zou Yi sat next to each other, the old monk sat opposite Li Weidong, and the others sat against the wall.

The little novice monk picked up the copper kettle, poured boiling water into the four bowls one by one, then put the lids on the bowls, poured tea for the people at the wall, and then put down the copper kettle and went out.

"This is a tea tree brought from China by the temple's seniors decades ago. It was planted on the mountain in the suburbs. The tea we picked and made ourselves is a little different from the domestic tea. Please taste it!"

The old monk said to Li Weidong and others, with a bit of expectation on his face!

Li Weidong opened the lid of the bowl, and a unique fragrance hit his nostrils. He saw that the tea soup in the bowl was light green, and the tea leaves were in beautiful shapes.

"Good tea, I didn't expect tea trees from foreign countries to have such a taste!" Li Weidong took a sip, tasted it slowly, and said with emotion.

Jiang Zhili had a lot of research on tea. He was almost as good as two knives. He took a sip and tasted it, and immediately knew that the quality of this tea was by no means ordinary.

However, I am also suspicious. This kind of tea is expensive to buy. If you come to have a cup alone, this is not an ordinary luxury.

After taking a look at the old monk and then at Li Weidong, I immediately understood that for them to receive such treatment, it was natural that the old monk fell in love with the rich man Li Weidong.

Jiang Zhili couldn't help but sigh, the couplet "Sit down, please sit down, please have a seat; tea, tea, good tea" really expresses the sophistication of the world.

"Donor, if you like it, you can take some back later!" The old monk said happily after hearing Li Weidong's evaluation.

We are not afraid of evaluation, but we are afraid of not evaluating it. If this tea is given to coffee drinkers, they will definitely not understand it, and it will be a waste.

"I can't bear the word benefactor. Thank you very much for bringing some tea back!" Li Weidong said with a smile again.

"Ahem, the distinguished guest is already shining brightly when he comes in. Naturally, he deserves the title of benefactor!" The old monk smiled slightly and said sincerely.

He didn't expect Li Weidong to be so direct. He started to be aggressive in the first sentence, but the old monk had never seen anything before.

"So, if I don't leave anything behind, it seems to be my fault!" Li Weidong laughed after hearing this, and then said.

"If the benefactor is merciful, it will naturally be a blessing to the poor people in the local area. However, whether you keep it or not, it doesn't matter whether you keep it or not!"

"Throwing a stone into the water produces ripples even if there are no waves. How can I feel at ease when the master treats me with good tea?" Li Weidong was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

The moment Li Weidong agreed to come up, he had already fallen into the old monk's routine and even treated his guests with good tea.

The most important thing is the word "donor". It's fine for Li Weidong not to talk to him, but he took advantage of it.

Now it's over. Although there are suspicions of moral kidnapping, Li Weidong is really embarrassed by his words of peace of mind. This peace of mind is not easy.

In his last life, Li Weidong went to supermarkets and shopping malls, but he never went to the kind of things where people would say "Try first before buying, if it doesn't taste good, don't pay for it". He always felt that if he tasted something but didn't buy it, he would be embarrassed.

The person agreed to give the tea, and he also agreed to take it. It would be too ugly if he took it empty-handed!

Zou Yi saw that Li Weidong was embarrassed and wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare. Not only could he not laugh, but he had to save himself from the siege, so he changed the subject and asked: "Master, they say that Buddhism is a pure land. How can women be allowed in now?"

"Donor, there has never been a ban on women entering the Pure Land of Buddhism. Novels are just fiction after all. They are all based on lies and cannot be taken seriously!"

Zou Yi was stunned by what she said. She didn't know whether what the old monk said was true or not, but she did know from the novel that women were not allowed to act wildly in the Buddhist Pure Land!

Now when the old monk said it, her worldview was almost overturned. Could it be that the Jin Yong martial arts novels she had read since she was a child were lies?

Li Weidong was also a little stunned. In fact, he had the same idea in his heart. He thought that this was really the case in ancient times!

Li Weidong waved Zhang Dongshuo over and told him to withdraw cash. Within a few minutes, Zhang Dongshuo came back with a bag containing rolls of U.S. dollars.

"Thank you for your generosity. This money will definitely help many poor people in Chinatown!" The old monk saw such a large bag of money and quickly stood up with his hands clasped in salute.

"That would be great!" Li Weidong smiled and nodded. The money is neither too much nor too little. If the relief recipients are Chinese, that would be even better.

The few of them continued chatting, and Li Weidong learned that the old monk was born in the United States and was once a top student at Stanford, but later he had an epiphany and entered Buddhism.

His life experience is quite legendary, and he also studied in major monasteries in China for several years in the past few years. He can be considered an anomaly among Chinese Americans.

The old monk suddenly said: "I see that the donor seems to have some depression hidden in his heart, and there seems to be something unexplainable!"

Li Weidong was so excited that he even wanted to ask who the next president would be, but he didn't show his face and instead asked with a smile: "How can you see that?"

"The benefactor has ten kinds of Qi, and the harmonious Qi is the fifth, and the Noble Qi is four, but there is still one Qi that is depressed!"

The few people next to me followed the old monk's words, and the more they listened, the more they felt it was right. However, they didn't understand the final depression. They just made more than 20 billion, where did the depression come from? Isn't this a lie?

"Master, you are worrying too much. Nine out of ten things in life are not what you want them to be. Only those who can tell others about them can only do a few things. It seems that it is not surprising that I only have one point!"

"The donor knows that this is not what I am talking about. If the donor is interested, he can read more Buddhist scriptures and the knot in his mind will naturally dissipate!"

After Zou Yi and others listened, they immediately understood that this old monk was deceiving people into believing in Buddhism.

Anyone who doesn’t have a secret in their heart, this kind of word is omnipotent, and anyone who hears it will understand it, and it is guaranteed to be foolproof.

"Thank you, Master!" Li Weidong did not refute, and nodded after being silent for a while.

Li Weidong didn't know if the old monk really saw something, or if he was just talking about everything. If reading some scriptures would be useful, he wouldn't mind giving it a try.

After all, it is quite painful to have a secret in your mind that no one can tell, and you have to be careful not to tell anyone at all times.

Several people left the ancient temple, and the old monk walked to the door and said goodbye to Li Weidong. There were not many rich people like him.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly. Zhang Dongshuo held a box of tea in his hand, looked back at the "ancient temple", and murmured in his heart, this tea is really expensive, a pound of one hundred thousand US dollars.

A few people had lunch at Sister Huang's restaurant, and then went to several interesting attractions in San Francisco to take some photos.

It's just that after Li Weidong saw scenic spots such as Jiuquhua Street and Fisherman's Wharf, he sighed in his heart that the most beautiful scenic spots are those you have never been to.

But if you go there, you will have no regrets. Of course, if you have time to play with your wife and children next time, it will definitely be more lively.

In the evening, Li Weidong and his party boarded a business jet produced by Gulfstream and took off smoothly from San Francisco Airport towards New York.

(End of chapter)