The small wooden box that Wu Lai opened contained a thin tile-shaped lightning strike stone.
"If the poor monk is not mistaken, this is a rare lightning-strike stone."
Hearing the question from the great monk Wu Lai, Mr.
Hao couldn't help being secretly surprised.
He didn't expect that the great monk Wu Lai had some skills and could recognize such magical objects.
"Master, you have good eyesight.
This is indeed a rare lightning strike stone in the world."
Seeing Master Hao nodding, Monk Wu Lai carefully opened another small wooden box.
"This sacred stone is really strange.
Master Hao must have spent a lot of effort to get this thing."
"Master said that this piece of wind-invaded stone was indeed hard-won.
The people who quarried it here almost lost their lives," Master Hao sighed.
"It's no wonder that the wind invaded stone is also a rare thing," the great monk Wulai sighed.
"Could it be that Master has also seen the wind invade the stone?"
Mr.
Hao asked curiously.
The great monk Wu Lai laughed again.
"How can a poor monk be so blessed?
I just heard about it a little bit, but I never thought that I would actually see it today."
"I see" "Master Hao, this third sacred stone should be more precious."
To Master Hao's surprise, the great monk Wu Lai did not continue to open the last remaining small wooden box.
Mr.
Hao hummed and opened the small wooden box as he spoke.
"Master, although this is a piece of flint, it is by no means an ordinary thing."
Seeing the white flint, the great monk Wu Lai praised it again.
"Master Hao doesn't need to say more.
With its pure and flawless color, everyone in the world can see its difference."
"Master, I will hand them all over to you today."
Mr.
Hao signaled his followers to reinstall the sacred stones.
"Thank you, Mr.
Hao, for trusting me.
This poor monk has a suggestion.
I don't know if I should make it or not," the great monk Wulai said politely.
Mr.
Hao smiled and said cheerfully.
"In Hao's case, the master does not say anything that is inappropriate, just tell him if you have something to say."
"Master Hao, if you have no other important matters, can you accompany the poor monk to place these three sacred stones?"
Monk Wulai suggested calmly.
"Master is worried about Hao's affairs and is so polite.
This is a great thing.
Hao is naturally honored to be able to climb the tower with Master."
Mr.
Hao agreed readily.
"Good poor monk, I will take you to climb the tower together," the great monk Wu Lai said with a smile, and asked Mr.
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Hao to follow him towards the tower in the courtyard.
Let’s talk about the pagoda that worships the Buddha.
It is all made of flat blue stones.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the tower no longer looked resplendent, revealing its original gray-brown color.
Mr.
Hao and his entourage followed the great monk Wu Lai up to the tower and stopped in front of the gate of the tower that had lost its color.
"Sir, it seems that they are right when they call it on weekdays.
This Buddha pagoda is a genuine big brick pagoda," the attendant whispered to Mr.
Hao.
Unexpectedly, he was heard by the great monk Wu Lai who was about to open the door.
"Yes, this pagoda is a big brick pagoda, but it is a little worn out."
"Master, I'm just talking nonsense.
Although this pagoda is a little old, it's not broken," the attendant hurriedly explained.
After hearing this, the great monk Wu Lai laughed loudly, quickly opened the pagoda door, and invited Mr.
Hao to enter the pagoda.
It was said that the tower was spotless, and Mr.
Hao couldn't help but praise it when he saw it.
"This place is very organized, which shows that the master is very attentive."
"Master Hao praised the poor monk and always believed that cleaning up the impure land was really a disgrace to the scenery.
So every few days, the poor monk would take all the disciples in the temple to sweep the pagoda together," the great monk Wu Lai explained calmly.
"Master, my father and I have been in the temple for a while, but why don't we see your disciples?"
The attendant asked curiously.
Master Wu Lai replied with a smile.
"The poor monk has three disciples.
They are all doing their own cultivation at the moment.
Naturally, you won't see them."
"The master's management of the temple is really different from ordinary people."
The followers couldn't help but sigh.
"Does the donor want to say that the poor monk doesn't look like a host?"
the great monk Wulai asked with a smile.
"I never meant that, it's just that hosts like you are too rare," the attendant hurriedly explained.
"Master values purity and cultivation, which is naturally not comparable to those secular monks," Mr.
Hao took over and said.
"If everyone in the world looked at him like Master Hao, this poor monk would not have the reputation of being a scoundrel."
The great monk Wu Lai said and smiled.
"Who is disrespectful to the master?"
Mr.
Hao looked angry after hearing this.
"They are all those who were rejected by the poor monks.
Some of them are rich and unkind, and they pretend to be compassionate and want to buy some merits in front of the Buddha.
There are also wealthy people who want to join forces with the poor monks to turn Lin Feng Temple into Lin Feng City.
"Jia" The great monk Wu Lai couldn't help but sigh.
"Master, Lin Feng Temple has become Lin Feng Temple, it has not changed at all."
The follower couldn't help but ask.
Mr.
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Hao and the great monk Wu Lai burst out laughing.
"Master, did you say something wrong?"
the attendant immediately asked with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Master said that Lin Feng Temple has become Lin Feng City.
It is a street market, and this city is definitely not that city."
Mr.
Hao explained with a smile.
The follower suddenly understood and laughed too.
It is estimated that in the past half an hour, the three of them have climbed to the top of the Buddha Pagoda.
At this time, the sunset has already set in the west, and the last ray of light has gone down to the foot of the mountain.
The vast darkness of night came, bringing with it a hint of breeze.
Standing on the top of the tall tower, the three of them suddenly felt that the breeze was stronger than elsewhere.
Through the semi-circular window on the top of the tower, Mr.
Hao had a panoramic view of the night scene in Changshi City.
Wherever the lights are lit, there is naturally a bustling street market.
Where it gets darker and darker, there are ordinary people's homes in the city, where the smoke is curling up.
In between are the manors of the big families in the city.
"Master, look at that area, it's our house."
The attendant pointed to a place with bright and dark lights and shouted excitedly.
Mr.
Hao nodded and couldn't help but sigh again.
"What a beautiful Changshi City.
It would be great if it could be as peaceful and peaceful as this."
"What is Master Hao lamenting about again?"
Monk Wu Lai asked with concern.
"Master, I don't know that the Hao family has lived in Changshi for generations.
I really hope that it can stay peaceful and peaceful like this," Mr.
Hao said emotionally.
"Master Hao's love for Changshi City is really touching.
Even the Buddha will be aware of your kind thoughts and will bless the people of the city."
After the great monk Wulai finished speaking, he turned around and took out the fire sickle on the altar table at the top of the tower, and lit it.
The oil lamp was turned on.
The attendant quickly took out the three exquisite small wooden boxes.
Under the guidance of the great monk Wu Lai, they were placed on the offering table.
Mr.
Hao personally opened the small wooden boxes one by one, and his heart suddenly fell to the ground.
The great monk Wu Lai looked at the three sacred stones and kept nodding with a satisfied smile on his face.
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