Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the Imperial Capital was covered in silver.

When Yang Bo got up, the snow had not stopped, and he could already hear the laughter of Yue Junyao and Wu Yue as they made snowmen.

After eating the breakfast cooked by Lin Lin, the heavy snow outside gradually became lighter. By about nine o'clock, the heavy snow had stopped.

Yang Bo waited for more than half an hour, until the morning rush hour passed, and then drove to Dingjue Temple alone.

Although Yang Bo had missed the morning rush hour, the road was still heavily congested. Fortunately, the road out of the city was better. Following the direction of the traffic, Yang Bo gradually drove out of the Imperial City and arrived at the suburbs.

The car drove all the way to Dingjue Temple. Yang Bo found the young novice with ease and asked him to report. Fortunately, the young novice still had some impression of Yang Bo, so he ran in and reported, and Yang Bo was able to enter.

When I saw Monk Faxuan, he was helping others solve their problems.

The round-faced and bald monk Faxuan sits on one side, constantly turning the rosary in his hand. He looks solemn and can be called a model of living Buddha!

Sitting opposite Faxuan was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman. The woman had fair skin and looked extremely beautiful. However, she was frowning at this time, as if she had encountered a huge problem.

Monk Faxuan comforted him and said, "Donor, you don't have to be so worried. It's not yours, so naturally it won't fall into the sky!"

The beautiful woman frowned slightly, "Master, to be honest, I have begged many Buddhist masters for this matter, and they all comforted me. There is always a glimmer of hope in this matter, but why do you say this?"

Monk Faxuan chuckled, "Because they are coveting your sesame oil money, but I don't have to covet it!"

The woman is wearing a light green windbreaker and black high boots. She has a slim figure and a sense of charm. Among the red wooden furniture and bald head, she looks even more gorgeous!

She stared at Master Faxuan for a long time, and when she saw him laughing, she couldn't help but shake her head, "Master, if you are so indifferent, aren't you afraid that the incense in Dingjue Temple is not strong enough to supply the Buddha?" Monk Faxuan laughed.

, "Buddha will naturally not blame you."

After saying that, Faxuan pointed outside, "Did you see that even if you don't donate the sesame oil money today, there are people outside who are willing to line up, and the person outside is here to give money!"

The beautiful woman frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with Yang Bo's appearance here. However, she had also heard of the name of Monk Faxuan and knew that this master could not be offended. She took another deep look at Yang Bo and then

He turned to look at Monk Faxuan and asked, "How much can this young man donate for sesame oil?" Monk Faxuan laughed, "Girl, if you work as an outsider now, the money you can get every year is only about one million. Even if

He's the one in the family, and his wealth should be only a few billion, right?" Seeing the woman nodding, Monk Faxuan pointed outside, "He has tens of billions in his hands. You say, he is

Not a big customer?"

The woman was stunned. She looked towards Yang Bo. At a glance, she saw that Yang Bo had an ordinary appearance. She didn't know if it was the reminder from the monk Faxuan that had an effect. But after a closer look, she actually thought that Yang Bo was quite attractive!

Monk Faxuan laughed and said, "You have too many obsessions in your heart. If you let go of your obsessions, you can face it calmly. If you don't let go, you will face endless disputes and troubles!"

After that, Monk Faxuan waved his hand and said, "Go back and think about it carefully. I have to receive distinguished guests!"

The beautiful woman looked towards Yang Bo, "Do you have his contact information?"

Monk Faxuan laughed and said, "You'd better not ask for it. You took the wrong path and missed the opportunity to get to know each other. I'm afraid you don't know if he is young and rich. If his family discovers that you are approaching him,

I’m afraid what we are facing is not a property dispute, but a worry for our lives!”

The beautiful woman glanced at Yang Bo and then left. When she walked to Yang Bo, she did not forget to wink at him.

A scent of fragrant wind blew past the tip of Yang Bo's nose. He choked and almost yawned. He was very confused. He didn't know why the woman blinked like this so blatantly!

Sitting opposite Monk Faxuan, Yang Bo frowned and said, "What did you say to her?" Monk Faxuan laughed, "You care about her very much?"

Yang Bo thought for a moment, "It's true that she looks beautiful, but I'm not interested!"

Faxuan said with a smile: "That one is an outsider. He has been praying to Buddha recently to give birth to an heir, but his efforts for many years have yielded no results."

Yang Bo looked Monk Faxuan up and down, "Your business is really broad, do you want to take on this kind of thing?"

After saying that, Yang Bo looked at Monk Faxuan up and down, opened his mouth, and said nothing more.

Monk Faxuan snorted coldly, "Don't ruin my reputation by talking nonsense!"

Yang Bo laughed. He just wanted to talk about borrowing sperm to have children, but he didn't expect Monk Faxuan to react so quickly!

"Don't worry about her." Yang Bo said. As he spoke, he took out the brocade box and put it on the table. "What do you think of this?" Monk Faxuan picked up the brocade box, opened it, and took a look.

Stunned, he took out the gold foil leaves from the box and looked at Yang Bo, "Baye Sutra? Where did you get it?" "Myanmar." Yang Bo said.

Monk Faxuan stared at the scriptures and studied them carefully.

Yang Bo didn't say much, and just sat there, drinking tea.

After a long time, Faxuan finally finished reading the Bay-leaf Sutra. He looked towards Yang Bo and said, "This Bay-leaf Sutra is very precious. Are you planning to give it to me when you brought it here?"

Yang Bo looked at the other person up and down, "No."

Faxuan was choked. He shook his head slightly and said: "This is a gold-leaf shell scripture. It is very precious. The number of existing shell-leaf scriptures is only about a thousand, and they mainly exist in Tibetan areas! There are also some in other places.

I didn't expect to be touched by you."

Yang Bo laughed, "I want to ask about the moiré pattern on this page." Fa Xuan glanced at Yang Bo, then at the Beiye Sutra, and shook his head slightly, "The moire pattern here is the pattern of the Beiye!

Yang Bo glared, "The pattern of bay leaves?" Fa Xuan nodded, "Bay leaves are a kind of plant, and this gold foil has exactly the patterns of bay leaves!"

Yang Bo was stunned. He always thought that this kind of pattern was mysterious. It was this pattern that made the golden coffin look invulnerable. But how did he know that this was the ordinary pattern of Bayeux itself! Yang Bo paused.

After a while, he finally came to his senses. He turned around and looked at Faxuan. When he saw that Faxuan was still staring at the Baye Sutra, he looked at Faxuan and said, "I still feel that the cloud patterns are a bit strange. Do you think this kind of

Does the texture look very regular?"
Chapter completed!