"We have our own car. Just tell us how to get there." Zheng Baozhu said.

"That won鈥檛 do. To tell you the truth, even if I tell you the way, you won鈥檛 be able to get in. Only the internal vehicles will be able to get in. Ordinary pilgrims can only climb mountains. " The middle-aged man said again.

Zheng Baozhu gave him a doubtful look, "Are you speaking the truth?"

"Of course it鈥檚 true. If you don鈥檛 believe me, then just wait here." "Tian鈥檈r is so hot, I think the two of you will not be able to bear the pain." As the middle-aged man spoke, he was about to close the window.

She knocked on the window and said to the middle-aged man, "Teacher, how about this? We鈥檒l give you some money. Lead the way and bring our car in."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man waved his hand, "No, madam, there is a rule in the temple that no vehicles are allowed inside. I have no way to violate this rule."

"Do you know who we are? Do you believe that I can get my dad to buy this land? " At this time, Zheng Baozhu was extremely angry. Ever since she was born, no one had ever stopped her where she wanted to go.

"Miss, from the way you鈥檙e dressed, you seem to be a man of honor. How can you speak like that? It鈥檚 not my rule that this foreign vehicle is not allowed to enter, it鈥檚 the rules of the temple. "Even if you are the mayor, you still can鈥檛 enter by car without the consent of the old abbot." The middle-aged man frowned.

Mrs. Zheng didn鈥檛 want to waste any more time. Seeing Old Ding walk over by himself, she knew that he hadn鈥檛 found the sedan bearer, so she said to the middle-aged man, "Okay, Teacher, since you鈥檝e said so, we鈥檒l ride on your mountain."

"Alright, get in the car." Seeing that they had finally come to a compromise, the middle-aged man straightforwardly said.

At this moment, Mrs. Zheng waved at Old Ding. "Old Ding, come here quickly. This master will drive us up the mountain."

Old Ding quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and sat on the passenger seat.

Mrs. Zheng and Zheng Baozhu sat in the back row.

After closing the door, the driver started up the car and followed the road in front of them. They took a detour to the back of the mountain. Sure enough, they saw a winding mountain road going up the mountain.

As they were on a car, the three of them were quickly sent to the parking lot at the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged man stopped the car and turned to look at Mrs. Zheng. "Madam, there is a total of five hundred yuan."

Hearing that, Old Ding felt like he was being slaughtered, "What? Five hundred dollars? So expensive? "How far is it?"

"Driving on this road is indeed not far, but walking on it will take one鈥檚 life." You think there鈥檚 too much? "That鈥檚 fine too, I鈥檒l send you down the mountain now." As the middle-aged man spoke, he was about to start the car again.

Mrs Zheng didn鈥檛 care about the money at all. Five hundred yuan was nothing to her, so without saying a word, she took out five bills from her bag and handed them to him. She said, "Master, wait for us here.

"No problem, don鈥檛 worry." After the middle-aged man received the money, he beamed with happiness.

The mother and daughter alighted from the carriage. Old Ding didn鈥檛 want to stay in the carriage either, so he accompanied them towards the direction of the Great Hall.

At this time, a middle-aged man spoke out from behind them, "What are you three looking for? All the halls and masters in this temple are in charge of different businesses, so don鈥檛 go to the wrong place. "

The mother and daughter duo happened to be wearing high-heeled shoes and were not very good at walking. Hearing his reminder, they hurriedly asked, "Master, you鈥檙e familiar with this place, so I鈥檓 asking you, we鈥檙e here to ask you about lucky days, which hall should we go to?"

"It鈥檚 an auspicious day?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he pointed to a short hall not far away, "Okay, go there and look for Master Fan. He鈥檚 the most skilled at helping to determine one鈥檚 marriage, testing for good fortune, and choosing the auspicious day."

"Really? Thank you, Master. " Mrs. Zheng immediately said when she heard this.

At this time, Zheng Baozhu suddenly covered her stomach in pain, "Aiya, Mommy, I suddenly feel a stomachache, it鈥檚 so uncomfortable, I need to go to the washroom first."

"What is it? Wasn鈥檛 it fine just now? Why is my stomach suddenly hurting? " As Mrs. Zheng spoke, she waved her hand. "You should hurry. We鈥檒l go find Master Fan Yi."

"Don鈥檛, Mommy, sit with Old Ding in the pavilion over there and wait for me. I鈥檒l have the driver take me to the bathroom, and when I come back, we鈥檒l go find Master Fan." As Zheng Baoru spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man and said.

The middle-aged man silently nodded at her, "I鈥檓 afraid Master Fan is still having his afternoon class and won鈥檛 be coming out until 2: 00 PM. I see that you two will be waiting at the pavilion."

"Alright, then you guys go ahead. I鈥檒l wait here with Old Ding." When Mrs. Zheng heard their words, she could only nod her head in relief.

The middle-aged man then took Zheng Baozhu to the direction of the short hall, looking for the washroom.

Just as the two of them walked out of the scope of sight of Mrs. Zheng, Zheng Baozhu stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at the middle-aged man: "How is it? It鈥檚 all settled? You won鈥檛 reveal your identity, right? "My mom is really smart. Don鈥檛 let me screw you guys up."

"I say, Miss Zheng, don鈥檛 worry. I鈥檝e made it clear to Master Van鈥檈r that he knows how to convince the old lady. " The middle-aged man said.

"That鈥檚 good. Oh right, is that monk really a real monk, or did you find someone to disguise yourself?" Unspecialized? But don鈥檛 just say a few words and you鈥檒l be exposed. " Zheng Baozhu asked with worry.

"Grandmaster Fan is the head disciple of the overseer, so of course he鈥檚 a true monk." The middle-aged man said.

"Didn鈥檛 they say they don鈥檛 use their words? Would a real monk be willing to help me lie? " Zheng Baozhu couldn鈥檛 quite believe it.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had a mysterious smile on his face. "You don鈥檛 understand. A venerable monk like Master Fan has long since been freed from the restraints of the secular world. Any rules and regulations have no meaning to him."

"I don鈥檛 understand what you鈥檙e saying, but it looks like you鈥檝e made the arrangements. "Okay, I鈥檒l go get my mommy." As she spoke, Zheng Baozhu turned and went back to the pavilion, calling Madam Zheng and heading towards the direction of the short hall.

The driver was left in the pavilion.

When the mother and daughter entered the short hall, they saw a monk in a grey robe sitting in the doorway, reading a scripture in his hands.

The other party looked to be in his forties, had a fat head and big ears, and looked rather wealthy.

"Excuse me, is Master Fan here?" Zheng Baoru took a step forward and asked the monk.

Hearing this, the other party raised his head and looked at her, "Benefactor is here."

Zheng Baozhu鈥檚 expression changed, afraid that his words would arouse Mrs. Zheng鈥檚 suspicions. She was about to cover it up when she heard Mrs. Zheng鈥檚 curious gaze on the monk, "Master knows us?"

The monk shook his head. "I don鈥檛 know him."

"Then why did you open your mouth as if you knew we were coming?" Mrs. Zheng asked doubtfully.

"Last night, I had a dream and knew that a benefactor would come looking for me today. Seeing the two of you, with your ruddy faces and the arrival of great happiness, I knew that it was you two." The monk replied.

Upon hearing this, Mrs Zheng鈥檚 face was full of astonishment. "Are you Master Fan?" "He really lives up to his name as an esteemed monk."

"Almsgiver is too kind." As the monk spoke, he glanced at Zheng Baozhu again. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he pretended to be calculating with his fingers, his expression immediately became especially solemn. "Strange, this is really strange!"