What he got from Guan Lian was something that his wife and children could not give to him. Only at Guan Lian could he take off the mask and appear as a real Mu Guang. This is why Mu Guang is willing to do so many things for Guan Lian. He sincerely hopes that he and his relationship can have a future. In fact, he did those things to give Guan Lian a disguise. He wanted to disguise the two together so that he could spend the rest of his life together in the future.
Mr. Qian looked at Mu Guang and said with a smile: "Well, since you insist, I won't force it. Let's look back, let's find a time to go out and play."
Mu Guang smiled knowingly, and said, "You fellow, what new tricks have you thought of?"
Qian always smiled and said: "There are too many playable things in this world, so I don't need to think about it, it will let you play fresh and happy, it depends on what you want to play."
Mu Guang looked at Mr. Qian. He was a little moved. He has been staying in Haichuan for a long time recently. Except for Guan Lian, there is no opportunity for him to relax. He always faces a woman, even if Being young is nothing new, so I was very interested in Mr. Qian’s proposal, and said with a smile: "Is it right that you can arrange what I want to play?"
Qian always smiled and said: "This is natural, as long as you can speak famous."
Mu Guang thought for a while, but he didn't really want to play for a while, he laughed, and said, "I really can't tell you this."
Qian always smiled and said: "Since Deputy Mayor Mu has no ideas, I'll arrange it, as long as you are ready for the holiday."
Mu Guang smiled ambiguously. He thought Qian would definitely arrange this holiday very well, so he said, "Then I will wait to see your arrangements."
More than a week later, Mr. Mu Guang and Mr. Qian left Haichuan and embarked on a play trip arranged for him by Mr. Qian. Mu Guang told the city government office that he would go back to his hometown to see his parents and take a few days off temporarily.
Mr. Qian drove an off-road vehicle, and Mu Guang asked him where he was going. He smiled and said, "Just leave it alone. Make sure you have fun."
Mu Guang saw that he was traveling by car, and he knew that this trip would not be too far away from Haichuan, and he was relieved that Mr. Qian would take control of the entire trip.
After the car left Haichuan, the road continued to go west. The road began to narrow and became a bit uneven. Mu Guang knew that he was going to enter some economically backward inland areas. China is now economically developed along the coast, while the inland economy is relatively speaking. Relatively backward, and the deeper the inland, the more backward the economy. This is mainly because China's reform and opening up first opened up coastal cities, while the inland areas were relatively less affected by reform and opening up.
The car started to drive on the dirt road, the dust rose behind the car, and the trees on the roadside were covered with a layer of khaki. Mu Guang frowned. This kind of road condition indicated that Mr. Qian would go where he was going on his behalf. It's not a desirable place. He glanced at Mr. Qian who concentrated on driving and said, "Old Qian, what are you playing with? What can be fun in such a dirty place?"
President Qian smiled mysteriously and said, "Vice Mayor Mu, are you calm and restless, okay? Do you say that my old money has let you down?"
Mu Guang smiled and said: "It's not true, but, old money, I just want to come out and have fun this time, not to come out to visit the mountains and rivers, to be a tourist."
Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Well, you can go with me in peace. I will make this arrangement and you will not be disappointed."
Mu Guang looked at Mr. Qian. He knew that this businessman was not simple, and he could do many things that made Mu Guang feel unexpected. Every time the two travelled, Qian always gave him a pleasant surprise, so he smiled, leaned back on the seat, and drove forward with confidence.
The car entered the mountain and went along a narrow mountain road. On the half-hill slope, a mountain temple appeared in front of us. The mountain temple is not majestic. The bricks and tiles of the temple look very old, giving Mu Guang a sense of historical vicissitudes and heaviness. Obviously, this temple has existed for a long time.
President Qian parked his car in front of the temple and said with a smile: "Come down, Deputy Mayor Mu."
Mu Guang was somewhat taken aback. He didn't expect that Qian would always arrange the first stop of this trip in the small temple in front of him. He thought he was just passing by here.
There were no pilgrims and tourists in the small temple in front of him. It was deserted and the surrounding ancient trees were verdant and tall. It was not because of the crisp chirping of unknown birds that Mu Guang could actually feel a little bit of the Southern Dynasty poet Wang Ji’s "In Ruo The more secluded artistic conception of Niaoming Mountain in "Yexi".
Mu Guang got out of the car and followed Mr. Qian to go inside. The mountain gate is open. When I walked into the mountain gate, I heard the sound of chanting. Mu Guang's heart was quiet. This sanskrit sound that seemed to come from outside the sky made him, a mortal who is busy every day in the world, invisible. There is a sense of being born.
I came to the main hall without realizing it. It inherited the pattern of a small temple. The main hall was not majestic. It seemed to be repaired. The gold on the Buddha's face was already a little mottled and peeled off.
Mu Guang felt interesting and looked at Mr. Qian. He didn't know what he wanted to do when he brought him to this somewhat dilapidated small temple. The ruin of this small temple shows that the incense of this temple is not prosperous, and the gods of this temple are corresponding There shouldn't be much effect.
Sitting on the futon in the main hall were two monks, one old and one young. The monk clothes on their bodies were also very old and had been patched a few times. It was they who were knocking on the wooden fish and chanting. The old monk didn't care about the two people's arrival, just closed his eyes and kept chanting. The little novice monk seemed to have insufficient concentration. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he quickly raised his head and glanced at the two of them. Then, he lowered his head and closed his eyes and continued to chant.
President Qian didn’t pay attention to the two monks’ ignorance, and brought Mu Guang to the Buddha. There were already incense sticks in front of the Buddha. He took three sticks, lit them, and knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha, holding the incense and reciting some What? After a few prayers, I put the incense into the incense burner in front of the Buddha.
Mu Guang saw that Mr. Qian was like this. He had also worshiped Buddha before, and he knew how to do it, so he followed Mr. Qian to learn how to worship. Although Mu Guang felt that the small temple in front of him would not have any efficacies, he still prayed to the Buddha during silent prayer, hoping that he would have the opportunity to become the mayor of Haichuan City as soon as possible, and if he could get what he wanted, he would come. I will definitely come to the small temple again to reshape the golden body for the Buddha.
Mu Guang said that if there is a date and no date, he will hit three shots first. If the god of this temple works, then he will come to reshape the golden body. If it doesn't work, he hasn't lost anything.
After the worship, Mr. Qian went to the old monk, took out a stack of RMB, put it in front of the old monk respectfully, and said, "Master Jing, this is my little respect to the Buddha. Please help me add some lamp oil. ."
Mu Guang saw that Qian always did this, knowing that this kind of incense money for honoring the gods must be his own money, and it would be useless for others to pay on his behalf, so he also took out a thousand yuan and put it in front of the old monk, smiling. Said: "Master, the disciple also has a heart for the Buddha, please help me add some lamp oil."
At this time, the old monk opened his eyes and looked up and down the two people. Mu Guang felt that although the old monk looked old, his eyes were sharp, and his dark eyes were like a deep abyss, and Mu Guang felt that there was no bottom. I was seen through, and I couldn't hide, I couldn't help but quickly averted his eyes, and didn't dare to look at the old monk again.
The old monk put his hands together and said: "Two benefactors, what the Buddha needs is people's sincerity to him, not money. It's useless if you don't have a lot of money."
As he said, the old monk took one of the money that the two of them placed in front of him, and then said: "There is more than this, please take the rest back."
Mu Guang was surprised again. He knew that although the money was said to honor the Buddha in name, most of it actually fell in the pockets of the children of the Buddhist family. Many temples are now profiting by collecting incense money from believers. The Buddhists are also advancing with the times. They look at money. Many monks in temples have tried their best to create a name for the believers. For donating money, some temples even applied for POS machines for the convenience of believers to donate money so that believers can swipe their cards to donate money. Mu Guang was accustomed to seeing the monks looking at Qian, and he felt that the monk in front of him was good. He glanced at Mr. Qian and began to think this trip to the small temple became interesting. It seems that this monk is not lacking in Taoism, but disdainful of this kind of profit in the mortal world.
President Qian did not give in to the monk, so he collected the remaining money, and Mu Guang also collected the remaining money. Seeing that the two had collected the money, the monk nodded, closed his eyes, and started knocking on the wooden fish and chanting again. It seemed that Mu Guang and Mr. Qian had already left.
How did Mu Guang suffer such negligence? He glanced at Mr. Qian and felt a little dissatisfied that Qian always brought himself to this place where he didn't know why. Even if the monk was a bit good, he didn't need to travel all the way to suffer such negligence of.
President Qian smiled, shook his head slightly at Mu Guang, beckoning him not to worry, and then said to the old monk: "Master Jingde, when are you free?"
The old monk opened his eyes again when he heard this, took a look at Mr. Qian, and said, "Is there anything wrong with the donor?"
Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Yes, this friend of mine came from afar. I sincerely asked the master for advice, I wonder if you can take a look at him?"
The old monk turned his head and looked at Mu Guang. Mu Guang felt that he had been thoroughly seen through by people up and down again. This feeling was not a good feeling for someone like him who likes to hide everything in his heart. .
The old monk saw Mu Guang's uncomfortableness, smiled faintly, and said to Mr. Qian: "Donor, your friend doesn't want me to look at him."