As soon as Zhang Muyang finished speaking, before the little monk could say anything, a very small voice came from behind him. A woman was talking. She whispered to the male companion beside her: "Dear, look at that boy is so poor that he has no money. If you don't have money, you'll show off for the little monk. If you don't have money, you'll say that you don't have money, so you're pretending to be a big-tailed wolf."

Although the woman spoke very little, she still fell into Zhang Muyang's ears word by word. He touched the tip of his nose, chuckled and said nothing.

The man beside the woman was about forty years old. He was a very successful businessman in Tianpu City, with a very high vision. He just glanced at a young man like Zhang Muyang and ignored him. He had no contempt in his eyes, but just ignored him. He was here to find Master Fang Zheng here today, so he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

Seeing that there seemed to be no money and water in Zhang Muyang, the young monk immediately changed his target and greeted him: "Two lay Buddhists..."

Without him fooling me, the woman said directly: "Little monk, what kind of fragrance is the most expensive here?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had met such a pilgrimage for so long. However, I heard from his senior brothers that most of these people are big dogs, and they can only slaughter them hard. They don’t care how much money they have, but they care about peace of mind.

"Two lay Buddhists, we are concerned about being sincere and being virtuous. The amount of money does not matter. It depends entirely on the donor's will to worship the Buddha. As long as you have enough intentions, the Buddha will naturally bless you."

Zhang Muyang naturally had no interest in listening to the performance of the monk. The monk didn't bother him. He happened to be relaxed and wandered around the temple. At this time, the man took out a bank card from his briefcase and said, "Master, I have one million here, which is my incense money for the Buddha. I pray to the Buddha to keep me safe. But I want to see Master Fang Zheng in the temple. I don't know if I can recommend it, so you just say that the old Zhao family is visiting."

The young monk obviously saw many such requests, but who is Monk Fang Zheng? He is a great master, a virtuous monk, and many high-ranking officials and great masters can't see him. He just wanted to see him with just one million, plus an old friend. Isn't this a dream? A few days ago, the rich businessman who donated 30 million yuan and two temples didn't see him at all? Of course, he couldn't say these few words.

Instead, he cleared his throat and said, "Two lay Buddhists, I can inform you on your behalf, but he is dedicated to chanting Buddha's name. Whether he sees or not, it is not the little monk's decision. Everything is fate. As long as the two donors are concerned about me, even if he does not see you, it is just a chance. The Buddha will still bless you."

"I understand, understand, we'll wait here." The rich businessman was quite terrified, not at all the ignorance he had when he looked at Zhang Muyang just now. The woman beside him was even more serious, staring at the little monk and smiling, full of charm.

"Husband, do you think Master Founder meets us?"

The man shook his head and said, "This is hard to say. I have only seen him once before."

After watching in the Buddhist temple for a while, Zhang Muyang got up and was about to leave, preparing to chat with the old monk Fang Zheng, and criticized his behavior at the same time. At this moment, the young monk turned around and returned and said, "Two donors, our ancestor Fang Zheng is in seclusion and meditation, so it is not convenient to be disturbed by others, so please come again next time."

The young monk didn't even ask, but went to the backyard to drink water, ate a snack, and then wandered around. It was not that he was lazy, but that he had always been the rule here, no acquaintances lead the way, no special reason for inducing, and no one could disturb Zen Master Fang Zheng's practice.

When the young monk said this, the rich man's face darkened, but he didn't dare to say anything. After leaving the card and password, he was about to leave.

At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the Buddhist temple. Zhang Muyang looked up and saw who else could it be if it was Monk Fang Zheng.

The young monk holding a bank card in his hand and was about to fool the person away, with a look of confusion, he naturally knew Monk Fang Zheng. What was going on? Are they really the old friends of Zen masters? It's over.

The rich businessman looked excited. He knew Monk Fang Zheng. Although he was just a meeting, he remembered clearly. He thought there was no hope, but he didn't expect that the turn of things would go by and the flowers would be bright. Master Fang Zheng still remembered the favors of the past and would actually come to see him in person. How could he not be excited?

He walked a few steps quickly and wanted to go up and say hello to Monk Fang Zheng.

The woman around the rich businessman had already guessed the expression of her man, and was even more excited. This is the legendary Zen Master Fang Zheng, the kind that ordinary people can't see, so she will show her face this time.

However, what they didn't expect was that in their eyes, the monk who was enlightened, and even Master Fang Sheng, who was half a Buddha, did not pay attention to the disciples and wealthy businessmen in their temples, but went straight to Zhang Muyang.

Monk Fang Zheng saluted first and said, "Mr. Zhang, long time no see."

Zhang Muyang returned a whisper and smiled and said, "It's only a few months. Monk, your cultivation level is up to another level. Congratulations."

Monk Fang Zheng waved his hand and smiled, "Mr. Zhang, don't make fun of me. I just took a small step. Compared with you, the old monk is really ashamed. If I read it correctly, your cultivation level will be higher."

Zhang Muyang said: "Okay, let's not praise each other here. What about the vegetarian food I want? After walking so far, I'm really hungry."

The conversation between the two people directly shocked the others in the Buddhist temple. They originally thought that this young man was a senior official, but they never expected that Master Fang Zheng would respect this young man very much, and it seemed that he was giving the young man a younger face.

Monk Fang Zheng led the way and led Zhang Muyang to use it to remove it. When he passed by the wealthy businessman, he only nodded and left without stopping.

"What's going on here? Did you just say that Master Fang Zheng is like you? Why... how do you feel..."

The woman who just laughed at Zhang Muyang for pretending was now a little confused. Looking at Zhang Muyang and the other two walking away, she couldn't help asking, but before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by her own man and said, "Shut up your stinky mouth." She pretended to be Master Fang Zheng in Nan Shaolin, unless she didn't want to live anymore.

Thinking about his cold face just now and his bullshit words with his own woman, the rich businessman suddenly felt that he was in a bad mood. He might have messed with someone he could not afford to offend.

"Maybe it's really impossible to be destined." The rich businessman sighed and pulled his woman away in a hurry.

There was a table of good vegetarian dishes in the Nan Shaolin Zhike room. After taking a few bites, Zhang Muyang kept nodding, and it was indeed worthy of his reputation.
Chapter completed!