Chapter 103 My dad is a pink guy (42)
Countless pilgrims come here to visit.
But Huikong only received twelve pilgrims a year, and Lu Lichao was domineering, intimidating and tempting, and forced himself to become the thirteenth.
Everything and everything built in the mundane world will be contaminated with the atmosphere of the mundane world.
At this moment,
In the ethereal and elegant Zen room, cigarette smoke curls up.
Master Huikong was dressed in simple Zen clothes, sitting cross-legged on a futon. The Buddhist beads in his hands had a simple luster, and when the beads struck, they made a pleasant crisp sound.
Lu Lichao sat opposite Huikong, his slender legs crossed, and his well-jointed hands picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.
“Master Huikong’s tea is good.”
"The tea seeds I planted by myself are picked and roasted by my own hands. Finally, I brew them for you by myself. The donor will naturally feel the sweetness in his mouth."
Lu Lichao took two more sips.
"I heard that Master Huikong has the ability to predict opportunities. I have been worried about something and would like to ask the master for advice."
"The donor's worries have already been determined. It's useless for me to talk too much. I also ask the donor to drink this cup of tea and leave on his own."
As Huikong saw off the guests, Lu Lichao was not in a hurry. He drank tea and played with the cup in his hand. His long, jade-like hand bones were as beautiful as handicrafts, shining in the sun.
"Master, I don't believe in Buddhism, religion, or Taoism. I don't believe in heaven and earth. Do you think I have any connections with Buddha?"
Huikong paused while turning the beads, looked at Lu Lichao, then continued to lower his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"The donor must be the person I have met in my life and who has the least connection with the Buddha. It is fate that I met the donor once. I would like to advise the donor here. There is no time in your life. Don't force it. Your fate with that person is about to end. Don't ask for it. Killing again will bring disaster.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Lichao squeezed the cup's hand hard.
There was a click.
The celadon-colored cup shattered, and yellow tea stains dripped on the futon along the man's porcelain-white fingers. "Master, I have lived for almost forty years and have no faith in heaven and only in myself. But since I have an ancestor in my family, I can believe in Guanyin, Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Tathagata, Buddha, and I. As long as you can protect her safety, you can let me fast and chant Buddha's name for the rest of my life." All is fine, so master, everyone has something to ask for, and Buddha can relieve people’s worries. I just want to know, if I want her to live, can this thing still be possible?”
Lu Lichao has never been a timid person. He carries a gun and fights. If he disagrees, the artillery will roar. He is not afraid of pain or death. If you die, you can take it if you want.
But now, he has become timid and does not dare to take any risks. He cannot bear the consequences of losing Jiang Tang.
Traveling thousands of miles away to ask something that he would have thought was stupid before, walking on eggshells with fear about something that hasn't happened yet, was never his style.
But he did it, and even took a three- to four-hour flight to come and ask an old monk.
Huikong closed his eyes and sighed.
"Can't see clearly, can't see clearly, donor, please leave quickly."
Lu Lichao said nothing and put a bank card on the table.
"I'll pay for your cup. In a few days, that person who is very important to me will come here to practice meditation for a period of time. Please bear with me, abbot."
"Wujue, see off guests."
A young monk walked in and guided Lu Lichao out of the temple.
"The donor is free to do as he pleases, the monk stops here."
"Thank you."
The secretary came over and saw the tea stains on Lu Lichao's suit, and hurriedly took out the first tissue.
"BOSS, prepare your machine and go back?"
"Yeah."
(End of chapter)