-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Jinyi night tour Text Chapter 556 Fainting
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- "You are different from before." Ye Jiantao said after a moment of silence.
"Of course, if things don't change, how will I survive?" Jiang Song blinked mischievously. On the surface, he was still a young boy.
"Why did you choose to help me?" Ye Jiantao was surprised. Among them, he was the least powerful and it was obvious that he had no chance.
"Because Yang Zongbao said you have a chance, you will have a chance."
Jiang Song¡¯s answer made Ye Jiantao feel ridiculous.
Seeing that Ye Jiantao seemed disapproving, Jiang Song was not angry: "He created a miracle on me, and I believe he will create another miracle."
¡¡
Coming down from the mountain, Chen Lei asked: "How?"
"Why, you also want me to succeed?" Ye Jiantao was unexpected, and Chen Lei became more and more interested in this matter.
"We must not let Shen Aiguo succeed." Chen Lei was very firm: "Boss, you must bring him to justice, otherwise you will not be able to pay homage to so many innocent souls."
"ThisI know" Ye Jiantao naturally knew that tragic scene. In fact, once the evidence is obtained, it is as if it is useless. It cannot be disclosed to the public, otherwise it will cause serious social problems. So those evidences are like useless evidence and cannot be put on the table. But people like Shen Aiguo Ye Jiantao is a soldier, and his military style cannot stand those things that hide evil and evil, so he also wants to bring Shen Aiguo to justice
¡¡
Yang Zongbao did not go back after sending Chaoyang back to Baifo Temple. After thinking about it, he made a detour and went around to the front.
The Baifo Temple is full of incense, but there are not many people at night, and it even feels inaccessible, which is not consistent with the hustle and bustle during the day.
He casually parked the car at the foot of the mountain and stepped up step by step.
There is still a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, which is the scent left by the believers during the day.
Baifo Mountain, where Baifo Temple is located, is also more than 1,900 meters above sea level. So the further up the mountain we went, the colder the night became. Halfway up the mountain, Yang Zongbao's body was already covered with a layer of moisture.
On the road, only the light coming from the distant temple relieved Yang Zongbao from the cold.
Looking at the orange lights in the distance, Yang Zongbao lamented that the power of faith is indeed very powerful. Even he, who does not usually participate in Zen and worship Buddha, felt warm when he saw the orange lights.
Going up the steps step by step seems to be a baptism of the soul again and again.
After walking for who knows how long, Yang Zongbao finally arrived in front of the temple.
A young novice came up to him: "Donor, please"
"Did you know I was coming, or did you see me coming?" Yang Zongbao dusted himself off before entering the store.
"Master sent me here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." The little novice monk led the way.
Entered the main hall.
A ten-foot-long golden Buddha statue is located in the main hall, surrounded by a group of monks chanting sutras.
The chanting of sutras by everyone is rhythmic, which makes people feel pious.
"Do you want the donor to offer incense?" Seeing Yang Zongbao's hesitation, the little novice monk thoughtfully handed over three incense sticks.
Yang Zongbao took it and after offering incense, the chief monk immediately handed over the futon.
Originally, Yang Zongbao had not decided whether to kowtow or not, but since someone asked him to perform all the etiquette, he might as well sell the other person a favor.
Kneeling on the futon, Yang Zongbao looked up at the Golden Buddha: kind eyebrows and kind eyes, solemn Dharma, compassion for the world
Time is prohibited
Seeing that Yang Zongbao hadn¡¯t moved for a long time, the little novice monk on the side didn¡¯t know what to do. It was neither good nor bad to urge him.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha¡¡"
Suddenly Yang Zongbao and the Buddha statue looked at each other and smiled.
One made a sound and the other smiled silently.
The little novice monk didn¡¯t know what to do. If other people had made such a noise in the hall, they would have been kicked out long ago. But this Yang Zongbao was the person the abbot wanted to see, so he didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to blink at the young novice next to him.
The little novice monk next to him understood and immediately ran out.
¡¡
"He is laughing in front of the Buddha?" A great monk wearing cassock smiled after listening to the little novice's report.
"Yes, I laughed so loudly that my brothers and sisters were interrupted in their evening classes." The little novice monk pouted.
"Okay, you also have something wrong." The great monk took the young novice and walked out of the meditation room.
Before the great monk even approached the main hall, he heard laughter. The laughter was hoarse, obviously hurt.Throat.
The great monk walked into the main hall.
The little novice monk wanted to stop Yang Zongbao, who was still laughing wildly, but was stopped by the big monk's gesture.
Yang Zongbao on the futon no longer kneels, but simply sits on it, with his right foot arched, his right hand patting the instep of his right instep, disheveled, drool and tears flying, laughing maniacally
"Abbottthis" The chief monk couldn't stand it anymore and came to ask the great monk for instructions.
¡°Go down and wait for him to laugh and play.¡± After the abbot finished speaking, he continued to wait quietly.
Seeing that the abbot had spoken, the principal monk couldn¡¯t force himself anymore, so he could only swallow his anger and look aside.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s smile made him laugh out his pain, laugh out his joy, laugh out his sadness, laugh out all his loss and unhappiness
As dawn approaches, the first ray of sunlight outside shines into the hall, illuminating the Golden Buddha¡¯s face of compassion for all living beings
The light has been reflected many times, and suddenly the lights in the entire hall have become a supporting role. The golden mirrors with Buddha statues printed on the top of the head make the hall resplendent.
Finally, Yang Zongbao¡¯s voice gradually weakened, and he watched all this quietly
"Can the donor have an epiphany?" The abbot saw that the time was right and came to Yang Zongbao, but he was shocked.
In ancient times, Wu Zixu's hair turned white overnight. Today, Yang Zongbao's hair turned completely white overnight, and his tears were bloody.
Yang Zongbao raised his head and faced the abbot and said: "" and then suddenly fell down.
"Donor" The steward monk stepped forward to help him, felt his pulse with his hand, then breathed, turned back to the abbot and said: "It's very weak"
"Let's move to the Zen room in the backyard." The abbot said a Buddha's name.
¡¡
"What happened?" The monk, who thought his face looked like a skeleton, asked the abbot.
"The heart pulse is damaged." The abbot shook his head: "I finally realized it, but I didn't expect it to hurt myself."
"This kid accepts death and has never lived a good life since he was a child. I feel sorry for him." The skeleton monk's eyes were sunken and his face was like withered wax, making it difficult to believe that he was alive.
"I don't know if he can survive this calamity!" The abbot said a Buddha's name.
The skeleton monk pulled Yang Zongbao up from the bed and asked him to sit cross-legged. She sat across from him, put one hand against his forehead, and the other hand covered his Dantian
"Hey" Seeing this scene, the abbot withdrew and closed the door.
"Abbott" The monk in charge has been waiting outside the door.
"Send someone to guard this place and don't let anyone disturb it." The abbot ordered.
"yes."
"Also, let's not open the mountain gate today." the abbot said.
"But, if there are not many believers"
"Stop talking." The abbot interrupted the monk in charge.
"yes."
¡¡
Yang Zongbao is missing.
A large number of people gathered in Yang's house again.
The old lady sat in the first place, with both hands on the crutches. Everyone in the Yang family was present.
"The old lady was not found. But the young master's car was found at the foot of the mountain of Baifo Temple." Baoguo reported what he had learned: "The gate of Baifo Temple has been closed for three days."
"Baifo Temple" is a forbidden place for the Yang family, so they all closed their mouths when they heard these three words.
"Mom, Yang Zongbao is such an adult, why would he throw it away? It's not his first day out." Yang Tianming has been feeling much better during this time, and finally got out of the wheelchair.
"Do you still care about your son? You die outside all day long, do you take care of your home?" As soon as Yang Tianming opened his mouth, he was immediately bombarded by the old lady.
?????????????????????????????People are even more afraid to express their opinions.
Yang Tianming couldn¡¯t express his pain and could only endure it.
"Are you looking for me?"
Everyone turned their attention to the stairs.
Yang Zongbao gradually appeared in front of everyone.
"Zongbao, where have you been? Your hair?" The old lady was about to scold Yang Zongbao, but when she saw Yang Zongbao's shaved head, she suddenly changed her blame to concern.
"It's okay, I got a haircut." Yang Zongbao touched his head and said sheepishly.
"It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back" Although Yang Zongbao has a bald head, the white hair roots are still visible, but it is not easy to get angry in front of outsiders.
"Don't run around in the future, lest your family will worry about you." Yang Tianming was the first to leave after saying this.
Everyone else is looking at the old ladyWith such expressions on their faces, they didn't dare to just leave like Yang Tianming did.
"Let's go." The old lady finally relented.
"Old lady, let's go."
"Old lady, please take care"
Everyone said goodbye and left one after another.
Finally, only Yang Fenghuang, Uncle Mei, and the old lady were left.
"What's wrong with your hair?" Yang Fenghuang asked first, but Mei Wenxin and Dou Wenwen did not appear.
"My hair!" Yang Zongbao smiled: "I dyed it myself, doesn't it look good?"
¡°You¡¯re too old-fashioned, don¡¯t do it next time.¡± The old lady accepted Yang Zongbao¡¯s statement.
Yang Zongbao thought that he had the final say. After being in a coma for three days, I suddenly woke up with my hair all white. Is there anything more terrifying than this? I almost thought I had been in a coma for decades, turning from a black-haired young man into a white-haired old man.
"What's wrong with your throat?" The old lady noticed that Yang Zongbao's voice was hoarse.
"I worshiped Buddha at Baifo Temple for three days, and I got a little cold." Yang Zongbao pulled randomly.
¡°Well, you go and rest first, and I¡¯ll ask Uncle Mei to make you some soup later.¡±
"Um."
Yang Zongbao came out from the old lady obediently.
Yang Fenghuang felt angry and thought Yang Zongbao ignored her, so he followed her out.
But Yang Zongbao walked faster in front, and Yang Fenghuang rushed for a while without catching up. Finally, when he approached Yang Zongbao's own building, he shouted: "Yang Zongbao."
Yang Zongbao in front suddenly stopped, which made Yang Fenghuang a little uncomfortable. He didn't expect her shout to be so powerful. But Yang Zongbao stood still anyway.
"I said, you just" Yang Fenghuang reached behind Yang Zongbao and put his hand on his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, Yang Zongbao leaned back and fell into Yang Fenghuang's arms.
Yang Fenghuang was oppressed by Yang Zongbao's weight and took a few steps back before stopping: "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't tell anyone, ask Zhou Yi to come over." Yang Zongbao said with his last strength.
"Yang Zongbao wake up" No matter how Yang Fenghuang shakes him, Yang Zongbao just won't wake up.
¡¡
"It's nothing, Master is too tired." Zhou Yi hung the stethoscope around his neck and said.
"Why are you so tired?" Yang Fenghuang was still worried.
"I don't know." Zhou Yi faced Yang Fenghuang's eyes and quickly expressed his innocence: "Master hasn't gone to the hospital these days. It wasn't me."
"I know."
"It's good to know, it's good to know." Zhou Yi wiped away the non-existent cold sweat. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page