The richest man Yang Fei

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"When he comes back, I'd like to ask him who Yang Hua is!"

"You're too strict, aren't you? You're not his butler!"

"I'm his secretary! Isn't a secretary equivalent to a housekeeper?"

"up to you."

Ning Xin smiled and put the tiger hat back to its original place.

Let's say Yang Fei went out.

Mouse and Ma Feng naturally followed.

"Go to Baiyun Temple." Yang Fei ordered.

Mouse didn't ask any more questions, just said hello, and drove there.

Yang Fei came to Baiyun Temple quite often, but most of the time, he just came to sit and see the scenery of the mountains and forests, and he didn't go into the temple to offer incense and worship.

But today, he walked into the main hall, faced Sanqing, bowed solemnly three times, and then invested money in sesame oil.

He saw a lottery on the ground, and he never believed in it, but today he picked it up and shook it out of nowhere.

The lottery is in Yang Fei's hands, and the more it is shaken, the faster it is!

With a sound of "snap!", a package of lottery tickets suddenly flew out and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yang Fei was taken aback, thinking how could this be calculated?

Xiao Yu'er followed him in, stood by and watched, and said with a clever smile: "This is a good lottery!"

Yang Fei said: "The lottery has fallen out, what kind of lottery is it? Is it easy to sign?"

Xiaoyu said: "That's right, this is the best lottery. It's called the first lottery. It's a very good thing, a very blessed thing!"

Yang Fei shook his head: "I have a different explanation. I think there are three situations in which all the lotteries fall out. First, there is no need to draw, and it is successful; second, there is no need to draw, and it cannot be done; , what else do you smoke?"

Xiaoyu stared wide-eyed, speechless: ""

At this moment, the temple master came over and said to Yang Fei, "I'll try to solve this lot for you, okay?"

Yang Fei hurriedly got up to salute.

Chapter 2084 Destiny is responsible for shuffling the cards, but we are the ones who play the cards.

The temple master invited Yang Fei to serve tea in the inner hall.

Yang Fei knew her identity, so he was extremely respectful to her.

He has come to Baiyun Temple many times, but he rarely sees the temple owner himself. As for the treatment of serving tea in the inner hall today, it is the first time in his life.

Yang Fei held the tea, took a sip, and asked, "My Lord, when I drew the lottery just now, why did all the lotteries fall out?"

The temple master asked, "Are you very attached to those bamboo sticks?"

"Huh?" Yang Fei couldn't help being taken aback.

Yeah, what is he obsessed with those bamboo sticks for?

"My lord, then you give the lottery to the customers to draw, don't you have any other intentions? If you draw it, you will draw it?" Yang Fei asked back.

"Mr. Yang, the lottery is dead. It cannot make any decisions or judgments for you. People in the world need comfort in their hearts, so they have lottery. Praying to God and worshiping Buddha is to seek stability and peace of mind. Buddha is here Where? Where is the Tao? It’s in our hearts. The Buddha is in the Lingshan, so don’t seek far away, the Lingshan is in your heart, everyone has a Lingshan Pagoda, and the heart is to cultivate under the Lingshan Pagoda.”

Yang Fei seemed to be enlightened, and there seemed to be a ray of spiritual light, which shot directly at his forehead from between the bullfights.

He seemed to catch something, but he didn't catch anything.

The temple master smiled slightly: "Mr. Yang, is there any problem?"

Yang Fei said: "Monastery Master, I've been restless recently, and I always have a premonition that something big is going to happen. That's why I came here to ask."

The viewer said: "Mr. Yang, are you afraid of losing?"

Yang Fei was startled again.

Yeah, why worry?

Still not worried about losing?

The Guanzhu said: "You have too much, so you worry about gains and losses. What you have now, you are worried about what you will lose. Right? Otherwise, you would not be so afraid."

Yang Fei smiled wryly.

In front of the temple master, he seemed to be naked!

Everything is clearly seen by the other party!

She even said what she didn't think to understand.

"Monastery Lord, people are all worried about gains and losses, right? There are only a small number of people like you who abandon everything to become monks."

The Guanzhu said: "The world does not belong to you, so you don't need to abandon it. What you have to abandon is all attachments. Everything is for my use, but it does not belong to me."

Oh?

Yang Fei once again felt the spirit altar being struck by lightning!

"Mr. Yang, who do you think is richer between the two of us?"

"Hehe! How do you say this? If you want to talk about money, of course I am richer."

"Is your wealth, then, because you have a lot?"

Yang Fei thought for a while and said, "Yes."

"I also feel like I'm rich. But my wealth isn't because I have a lot, it's because I ask for little."

"..."

"The time I have is countless times that of yours. In your opinion, time is the most precious, right?"

"Yes."

"So, I say I'm rich."

"Yes."