The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 102 My Dad Is a Pink Boss (41)

"Boss, after Tangtang recovers this time, I'd better send her to a quiet and pleasant place to recuperate."

Dr. Zhao spoke first, and Lu Lichao raised his eyes.

"The villa is not quiet enough?"

"Boss, the villa is too far away from the hospital. This time, Tang Tang was destined to survive here. If there is another time, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The most advanced hospital in the country is here, and it is best for Jiang Tang to live nearby.

"Boss, I have a proposal."

Ken, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"Send Miss to Lingshan Temple for meditation. Lingshan Temple has a long history and is not affected by ordinary affairs. The environment is most suitable for patients to cultivate. The most important thing is that the world-famous Qinghe Hospital is five kilometers away from the temple. After a while, I will I will go to Qinghe for a consultation, just in case."

Dr. Zhao thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"That's true, and my wife went to Lingshan Temple to pray for my safety last week. The abbot in the temple is indeed an eminent monk. The pure place of Buddhism is also good for Tang Tang's physical cultivation."

"It's just that Lingshan Temple doesn't seem to accept lay disciples Qingxiu. If the boss wants to go, he probably needs to pay more for incense."

Lu Lichao had been listening quietly, and it took a while before he responded.

"Okay, please contact the host of Lingshan Temple, I will go and have a look in person tomorrow."

Lingshan Temple, located at the border of Fujian and Jiangxi, has a history of more than 900 years. The mountain is about 500 meters high.

Lu Lichao's car was halfway up the mountain and he couldn't get up anymore. The man put one hand in his belt, squinted his eyes and looked at the lush tall bushes in front of him. From time to time, two little rabbits who were not afraid of life ran past his feet.

Birds chirping and chirping, mountains, rivers and streams are beautiful and beautiful.

"Boss, you can reach the top of the mountain by walking along the mountain for about an hour."

This is the rule of the temple. Anyone who comes to Lingshan Temple must stop halfway up the mountain and walk to the top of the mountain.

Lu Lichao nodded slightly, raised his hand and looked at his dark blue wristwatch, the hands of the watch reached the position of nine.

An hour later, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

"Let's go."

The man stepped up the steps, followed closely by several bodyguards. They were all young and strong men with extraordinary skills and backgrounds in fighting. It only took them more than 30 minutes for an hour's journey for ordinary people.

On the top of the mountain, at the foot of the temple, looking up from a distance, there are tall temples strewn about layer after layer of mountains.

"Boss, listen, there is still the sound of chanting sutras."

Lu Lichao's gaze followed the sound, and when he saw the source of the sound, he pursed his lips and let out a sneer.

"Buddha also used high technology."

Those are small lotus-shaped horns, hidden in the grass, delicate and small.

The cronies dare not speak.

Since he was a child, his mother told him that he would rather believe what he has than believe what he doesn't, and that he should be in awe of everything. The boss is not afraid of evil spirits. It's better for him to talk less.

Lu Lichao looked around, there were many pilgrims coming and going, Lingshan Temple was not open to the public on weekdays, only the gate was opened every Monday for pilgrims to offer incense and pray for blessings.

The 99 steps of Lingshan Temple are divided into one floor, from the four heavenly kings at the bottom to the Daxiong Palace at the top, with distinct layers.

The place where the abbot receives pilgrims is next to the Ksitigarbha Guanyin Hall on the middle floor.

The secretary helped Lu Lichao contact the interview time in advance.

The abbot of Lingshan Temple, Hui Kong, is rumored to be the most Buddhist Zen disciple under his seat, who can recognize the past, discern the secrets of heaven, and glimpse the future.

(End of this chapter)