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I saw a monk with the appearance of a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha coming over.

Zhang Huaijin raised his eyes and saw that this person was dressed in Zeng Yi, and his gestures were a bit extravagant.

Zhang Huaijin knew that he had met a noble person.So he immediately raised his head and looked at the monk.

The monk touched his belly and smiled.

"The donor may as well go up the mountain, there is serum in the temple, which can detoxify. This poison is very troublesome. The donor may not be able to suck the poison completely. On the contrary, it will take the donor's half life and it is not worth it."

Zhang Huaijin looked at him suspiciously, with a suspicion on her face. What the monk said was credible or not.

Looking at his aura is indescribable, but looking at his figure and appearance, he definitely does not look like a monk.

The monk was looked at by Zhang Huaijin so bluntly and did not say anything, he continued to speak:

"Don't doubt the donor, I am a monk in the temple on Mount Wutai. I usually guard the pavilion and hand the passersby a cup of tea or something."

When the monk said this, the surrounding tourists nodded in agreement.Put down the doubts in Zhang Huaijin's mind for the time being.

But he still doesn't know whether this monk should believe it.He looks at people very accurately, looks at people and looks at bones,

He can guess this person's character seven to eight points.But this monk...maybe he really missed it.

Zhang Huaijin thinks so, he has no choice now.I can only listen to the words of this fat monk,

A dead horse should be a living horse doctor first.Whether it can be cured, it really depends on whether this monk is reliable.

Zhang Huaijin first said a few words to the employees who had just taken a break, and asked them to continue to rest here, and he borrowed two raincoats from the fat monk.

One set is put on the seasonal rain, and the other is put on again.He picked up the unconscious monsoon and ran to the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, the road from the mountainside to the top of the mountain was not as rugged and winding as before. This road was exceptionally flat, and Zhang Huaijin ran up holding the monsoon rain.

Along the way, the rain has decreased. Zhang Huaijin steadily hugged the monsoon and rushed upwards, with an anxious look on his face, and now it is truly a matter of life.No time can be delayed.

Fortunately, Zhang Huaijin is still exercising on weekdays. He is not like his staff, and he has a good fat body.

The meat on his body is basically tendon meat.He walked like flying with the monsoon rain, and ran away without slowing down along the way.Only the heavier and heavier breathing expresses his hard work now.

At the top of the mountain, Zhang Huaijin immediately grabbed a monk nearby and briefly described the snake.

After speaking, the monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and then left in a hurry. It should be the monk who went to the chief.

After a while, I saw a monk wearing a cassock came to Zhang Huaijin. Zhang Huaijin secretly speculated that this should be the abbot.

The abbot asked a monk beside him to help Jiyu come to the monastery, and let the monk give Jiyu serum.

The abbot grabbed Zhang Huaijin, and said to Zhang Huaijin with a smile, "Mrs. Zun will inevitably suffer."

Zhang Huaijin's face changed drastically when he heard the words.

"What can the abbot have to crack?"

The abbot laughed when he heard the words, he smiled and said to Zhang Huaijin.

"Where do I have any solution, just to remind the donor, there is a folk proverb, also called an old saying, called "poor wealth and eliminate disaster. Donors can appreciate this idiom."

The abbot's words were all for this, Zhang Huaijin immediately understood that the serum just now must not be free.

Zhang Huaijin didn't look surprised or angry at all on his face. He had planned to donate incense money to this monastery a long time ago.

Because he wanted to accumulate more charity for this unborn child.Now, when I went up the mountain, I was bitten by a snake again in the monsoon rains, and I had to rely on the help of this temple to detox.

He wants to donate more incense money.That being the case, he is not good at favoring one another, so it would be better to double 200,000.

When the monk saw Zhang Huaijin doing this way, he was relieved.The abbot turned his head and saw that the monk who had injected the serum into Monsoon had finished the injection.

He has prepared everything, and is now standing at the door waiting for the abbot.

Seeing someone waiting for him, the abbot frowned. He asked, "I wonder if the donor has considered it?"

It’s been a long time since they waited for them. This looks bad. Doesn’t this make the abbot himself useless?

The abbot decisively ignored the problem that the degree of tacit understanding of their cooperation was so poor that the monk who helped inject the serum became more and more skilled.

"This is the incense money I prepared for the monastery. A small amount of money is disrespectful. I look to the abbot." Zhang Huaijin took off her raincoat, took out a credit card from her pocket and handed it to the old abbot.

This is what age it is, and naturally, it is impossible to think that the donor takes out a few taels of silver or tens of thousands of taels of silver bills from his arms as in the TV series.

Pass it to the old abbot.The old abbot smiled at the credit card, and then unceremoniously put the credit card in his arms.

"The donor only intends to give a card, isn't he going to give the code of the card?" the abbot asked while putting the credit card in his arms.

Before Zhang Huaijin could speak, the abbot said again.

"In this case, the donor is immoral in doing things. If the heart is not sincere or sincere, it will not work. If it does not work, then the Bodhisattva will not bless. If the Bodhisattva does not bless, the donor's trip will be considered white. The next time you come, you will definitely come back. If you come back, you will need to donate more incense money from the donor..."

The abbot finished this series of words.

Zhang Huaijin didn't say anything, after waiting for the abbot to stop saying that he was dry.

He said slowly: "Don't worry, the abbot, this code is... simple and easy to remember, don't forget the abbot."

Zhang Huaijin's words were very yin and yang, but the old abbot didn't refute anything, as long as the money arrived, no matter what he was.

And they are not every poor people who pit the incense money.They are planning to watch the rich and start.

Leave as much as possible for the poor.The rich man, it's not bad at this point. A little leakage from the fingers of the rich man can make him, the temple in Wutai Mountain, rich and rich.

The abbot handed the bank card in his hand to the monk who was waiting at the door, and asked a few more words, thinking that someone would prepare something and tell the monk the password.

The monk nodded, then looked up at Zhang Huaijin and left.

The abbot looked up, looked at Zhang Huaijin who was standing here, and spoke.