Chapter 102 My dad is a pink guy (41)
"Boss, after Tangtang recovers this time, we'd better send her to a quiet and pleasant place to rest."
Dr. Zhao spoke first, and Lu Lichao raised his eyes.
“The villa is not quiet enough?”
"Boss, the villa is too far from the hospital. This time, Tangtang was lucky enough to survive. If there is a next time, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The most advanced hospital in the country is here, and it would be best for Jiang Tang to live nearby.
"Boss, I have a proposal."
Ken, who had been silent, spoke up.
"Send the young lady to Lingshan Temple for meditation. Lingshan Temple has a long history and is not affected by worldly affairs. The environment is most suitable for patients to cultivate themselves. Most importantly, the world-famous Qinghe Hospital is five kilometers away from the temple. After a while, I will I will go to Qinghe for a consultation, just in case.”
Dr. Zhao thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
"It's true. Moreover, my wife went to Lingshan Temple to pray for my safety last week. The abbot in the temple is indeed an eminent monk. The pure Buddhist place is also good for Tangtang's physical cultivation."
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"It's just that Lingshan Temple doesn't seem to accept lay disciples anymore. If the boss wants to go, he will probably have to pay more for incense."
Lu Lichao had been listening quietly, and finally responded after a long while.
"Okay, contact the abbot of Lingshan Temple, and I'll go and have a look in person tomorrow."
Lingshan Temple is located on the border of Fujian and Jiangxi. It has a history of more than 900 years. The mountain is about 500 meters high. The scenery is beautiful and spiritual. It is a place where wild birds and animals gather, but it never causes trouble.
Lu Lichao's car reached the halfway point of the mountain and stopped going up. The man put one hand in his waistband and squinted at the lush high bushes in front of him. From time to time, two fearless little rabbits ran past his feet.
The birds are chirping, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the bells and bells are beautiful, and it is so beautiful.
"Boss, it takes almost an hour to walk along the mountain to the top of the mountain."
This is a temple rule. Anyone who comes to Lingshan Temple must stop halfway up the mountain and walk to the top of the mountain. Lu Lichao nodded slightly, raised his hand and looked at his dark blue watch. The hands reached the nine position.
An hour later, it was ten o'clock in the morning.
"Let's go."
The man stepped up the steps, followed closely by several bodyguards. They were all young and strong men with extraordinary skills and fighting backgrounds. It only took them more than thirty minutes to travel an hour for ordinary people.
At the top of the mountain, at the foot of the temple, looking up from a distance, there are tall temples scattered among the mountains one after another.
"Boss, listen, there is still the sound of chanting sutras."
Lu Lichao's eyes followed the sound, and when he saw the source of the sound, he curled his lips and sneered.
"Buddha also used high technology."
They are small horns in the shape of lotus flowers, hidden in the grass, exquisite and small.
The cronies dare not speak.
His mother has told him since he was a child that he would rather believe what he has than what he doesn't, and to be in awe of everything. Whether the boss is evil or not, it is better for him, a little guy, to say less.
Lu Lichao looked around and saw many pilgrims coming and going. Lingshan Temple was not open to the public on weekdays. It only opened the gate every Monday to allow pilgrims to offer incense and pray for blessings.
The ninety-nine steps of Lingshan Temple are divided into one layer, from the four heavenly kings at the lowest level to the Mahavira Hall at the highest level.
The place where the abbot receives pilgrims is next to the Ksitigarbha Guanyin Hall on the middle floor.
The secretary helped Lu Lichao contact the interview time in advance.
The abbot of Lingshan Temple, Huikong, is said to be the most Buddhist Zen disciple, who can recognize the past, discern the secrets of heaven, and glimpse the future.
(End of chapter)