I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

Chapter 233

In desperation, Zhang Xing could only run as fast as he could when there were few people, and slow down when there were many people, and walk carefully to avoid bumping into other tourists.

The mountain road was winding and tortuous, like a winding dragon. After more than 40 minutes of twists and turns, Zhang Xing finally arrived at the entrance of Guangjue Temple.

Entering the entrance of the temple, a main temple that was not large in scale but built in a magnificent manner appeared in front of him. From the outside, its wall decorations were colorful and the golden roof shone in the sun.

This main temple is like a bright pearl, inlaid in this peaceful land. The golden roof shone with dazzling light, as if it was made of pure gold, and the light even made people dare not look directly at it.

The colors on the wall were gorgeous and eye-catching, with various colors such as red, blue, and green intertwined to form exquisite patterns. Some of these patterns are statues of gods in Buddhism, and some are symbols of auspicious meanings, each of which is full of mysterious atmosphere. The gate of the temple is tall and solemn, with exquisite patterns carved on it, as if telling an ancient story.

The stone pillars on both sides of the gate are also engraved with scriptures, and the vigorous and powerful fonts reveal a solemn atmosphere. Outside the main temple, there are many tourists. Because Geng Jianhui's location cannot be determined for the time being, Zhang Xing can only take the initiative to enter the temple as a tourist.

The tourists come from all over the world, and their faces are filled with curiosity and awe. Some are taking pictures to keep this beautiful moment forever; some are putting their hands together and praying silently, hoping to get the blessing of the gods.

"Little donor, I see you lingering in the temple for a long time. Are you looking for someone?"

Just as Zhang Xing was looking around, a monk came out from the corner of the Buddha statue. The monk was wearing a red monk's robe, a monk's hat in the shape of a yellow cockscomb, and a faint smile on his face.

Zhang Xing was startled when he heard the voice and turned to look at the monk.

His red monk's robe was particularly eye-catching in the dim light, and his yellow monk's hat added a bit of unique temperament.

In fact, Tibetan Buddhist monks usually do not use the term "donor" to address ordinary tourists or believers, but usually use terms such as "friends, good men and women".

But Bonan City belongs to the southern region after all. In order to cater to the public and reflect the diversity of cultural integration, the name has been changed to "donor".

However, hearing the word "donor" from a Tibetan Buddhist monk still made Zhang Xing feel a little out of place, and the other party could see at a glance that he was looking for someone, which also made Zhang Xing feel a little confused and uneasy.

Zhang Xing did not show any trepidation on his face, but just shook his head casually.

The monk walked a few steps towards Zhang Xing, still with a faint smile on his face: "Is this your first time to visit a Tibetan Buddhist temple like our Guangjue Temple?"

Zhang Xing nodded casually, and the monk smiled and said: "No wonder, you are a southerner, and it is inevitable that you are curious when you visit a Tibetan Buddhist temple like our Guangjue Temple for the first time."

Zhang Xing smiled slightly: "Oh, Master, you have a good eye. I am indeed a local from Bonan, but it is indeed my first time to visit your temple and the first time to come into contact with the majesty and style of Tibetan Buddhist temples, so I couldn't help but look around just now."

Although he was eager to find Geng Jianhui's whereabouts, Zhang Xing did not directly tell the monk his purpose. If there was really something wrong with this Guangjue Temple, then directly stating his purpose would easily be noticed by the other party and put him in a passive position.

Zhang Xing's eyes swept over the monk, trying to capture some useful information from his expression and words and deeds. While dealing with the monk, he kept an eye on the surroundings to see if he could find any clues related to Geng Jianhui.

The monk suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was some flattering in his words. Combined with the news that the anti-counterfeiting blogger had exposed that the monks of Guangjue Temple used rhetoric to guide believers to spend money in the temple, Zhang Xing guessed that the monk in front of him seemed to have such intentions towards him.

Firstly, he was young and ignorant, with a face of an innocent boy who was naturally easy to be deceived, and secondly, he had been holding the car keys of Chihu's warrior car in his hand.

Zhang Xing guessed that these monks in Guangjue Temple who loved to cheat tourists' money must have received certain training. The general content of these trainings mainly focused on the tourists' dress and appearance, and also asked about the tourists' background through rhetoric.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were not simple. These monks were so deliberate in studying tourists, and they must have ulterior motives. He secretly made up his mind to uncover the conspiracy behind it.

It's very clearIt was obvious that the red-robed monk in front of him noticed that he was young and easily deceived, and he was holding a key to a Warrior car, so he took the initiative to come over and talk to him.

Zhang Xing did not take the initiative to expose him, and even pretended to be easily deceived, in order to obtain some valuable information from him.

He deliberately showed interest in the monk's words, and echoed a few words from time to time, hoping to let the monk relax his vigilance and reveal more information.

Seeing that Zhang Xing seemed to have taken the bait, the red-robed monk smiled more cordially and said, "Little donor, my Dharma name is Boya, you can call me Master Boya. I have been engaged in Tibetan Buddhist studies for more than 30 years. Although my Dharma is not profound, I am still quite famous in the field of Tibetan Buddhism."

Zhang Xing laughed secretly in his heart, thinking, "This monk really knows how to brag about himself."

But he still pretended to admire and said, "Master Boya, I have heard of you for a long time."

Master Boya suddenly stared at Zhang Xing, and finally focused his eyes on Zhang Xing's eyes, and then He said with a heavy face:

"In addition, this monk also has experience in physiognomy and Tibetan medicine. There is also a saying in Tibetan Buddhism that people are destined to meet. Today, I met the little donor in the hall of this temple. It is also a kind of fate. I saw that the little donor's face was pale and his eyes were scarlet. It seems that his eyes are in some emergency."

Zhang Xing couldn't say whether this Boye Master had a foundation in Tibetan medicine, but in terms of the ability to read people's words and expressions, he still had some. After Zhang Xing's mutant eyes failed, his eyes were not very comfortable. He rubbed them several times along the way and dripped a few drops of eye drops, so his eyeballs were a little red.

Zhang Xing could also guess that this Boye Master was most likely trying to use the problem with his eyes to trick him.

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