C79 (2/2)

Everyone did not stay any longer and greeted the old abbot. When the old abbot's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, Zhang Fangxia said, ”Go in, after visiting this last temple, we can go back. We are all tired out.”

When everyone heard this, they all laughed and walked in one after another.

This temple was different from the previous one. As soon as everyone entered, they would discover that there was a monk sitting inside, and as soon as he saw everyone enter, he greeted them with a smile. After a few pleasantries, everyone ignored the monk and walked inside.

Arriving at the inner room, it gave off the impression that this was not a temple, but rather a exhibition hall. There were no buddhist statues worshipped in this large temple, only a few. However, there were quite a few items in the exhibition. There were the four treasures of the study room, various paintings, and all sorts of imperial seals. There were all kinds of bronze, clothing, crafts, and even some rare medicinal ingredients … Lang Lang's eyes were filled with a sense of visual error, as if this was a hall and not a temple.

After the surprise wore off, everyone began to admire the collection. If these collection items were real, then any one of them would be priceless. It seemed like Nine Flower Mountain had a really deep foundation. Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Zhang Song and the others were going back and forth in the 'exhibition hall', constantly admiring these cultural relics. Although they were not like those appraisers, they were still carefully observing and appreciating them. They were not appreciating it, but perceiving it, experiencing it. This was a type of mentality, a state of respect towards history, a state of praise towards the ancients.

Everyone originally wanted to take pictures of these artifacts as a souvenir, but after seeing the words ”no taking photos” written on the side, they could only stifle their thoughts in the cradle. In the end, they didn't take any action.

After an unknown period of time, everyone finally left. Just as everyone was about to leave, under the suggestion of their first uncle and youngest uncle, the group of ten people each asked for a lot of straws. After his uncle had paid the bill, he said to the monk, ”Master, can you help me take a look at my luck?”

The monk smiled kindly and said, ”Show me your palm.”

Zhang Xuan's uncle followed his instructions, opened his left palm, and placed it on the palm of his hand. The monk looked at it for a while and said, ”The luck is not bad, but you must not rush to gain anything, otherwise the gains will not make up for the losses.”

When his uncle heard this, he memorized the monk's words and thanked him profusely.

Seeing his uncle step down, his eldest uncle stepped forward and stretched out his palm. The monk glanced at him and said, ”Wealth is nothing special. You have to stick to your duty and keep your money safe.”

The monk looked at everyone's faces and finally only Zhang Song was left.

”Brat, it's your turn.” Zhang Fangxia looked at her brother and reminded him with a smile.

”I, forget it.” Zhang Song said euphemistically. In fact, Zhang Song was a bit worried. That night, the old man's words were still fresh in his mind. He was afraid that the monk would notice something. He did not want his family to worry, so he refused.

”Everyone has seen it. You should show it to the master too.” Under everyone's crowd, Zhang Song was helplessly pushed forward and opened his palm, leaving his palm to the monk.

His smile had long since disappeared, but he did not speak for a long time. He only stared at Zhang Song with an unusual expression in his eyes, wanting to see something, but unfortunately, he did not see it. Finally, he relaxed and slowly said, ”The person who is suffering must have something to do with pity, sigh.” With a sigh, the monk closed his eyes and did not speak again. Everyone wasn't going to force it, so they left.

After everyone had left, the monk slowly opened his eyes and said faintly, ”The wind is howling, dust is flying in the air, and a faint shadow appears, provoking the world.”

Why did the present abbot of Jiuhua Mountain serve as Zhang Song's tour guide? What was he doing here? As the saying goes, the outsider does not use the language, but in the face of Zhang Fangxia's question, why should he lie? Was there some secret behind it? The monk that looked at Zhang Song's face, why did he shut his mouth and not say anything? Did he know something? What did the last sentence of ”the wind whistling, the dust flying, a wisp of shadow, provoking the world” mean?