Chapter 1609: Swipe Card, Donate It All

Zhi’er was slightly taken aback.

“Could you tell me where he went?”

“Our abbot was invited by a production group for a variety show to participate in the program.”

Saying this, the monk handed over a promotional poster.

Zhi’er looked down.

“Life of Meditation in the Mountains with Monk”

It tells the story of several celebrity artists who put aside trivial matters to join the program group and enter the mountains, away from the noisy and fast-paced urban life.

Master Hui Zhen is the main guest specially invited by the production team.

The celebrities need to follow his lifestyle, experiencing the feeling of meditating with the monk.

Through this variety show, the public is introduced to the concept of divine openness and cultivating the mind and body.

Zhi’er checked the show’s duration.

It was to last for more than a month.

She felt a little troubled, “Where is this place?”

The monk was startled, realizing she wanted to find the abbot.

He replied, “Three hundred kilometers away at Zhenji Mountain.”

Zhi’er expressed her thanks, took out a bank card from her bag, and handed it over.

“Swipe the card, donate it all,” she said rather calmly.

After all, Master Zeng had given them dozens of bank cards, saying each card had enough money.

He told them to spend freely.

Since she was born as a princess, Zhi’er had been living a life of luxury.

Upon entering the modern world, she had no concept of money.

Donating all was her way of supporting the work of the gods and Buddha in the monastery.

Such generous words left the monk and the Little Monk quite speechless.

Finally, after swiping the card, the password was the simplest six ones.

A total of five hundred thousand was drawn from the account, leaving the card empty.

Zhi’er didn’t know if the amount was significant, but she received unprecedented hospitality from the entire monastery.

The monk insisted she stay for a vegetarian meal before leaving.

They even wanted to light an eternal lamp for her in the Changsheng Hall.

Zhi’er waved her hand, saying it wasn’t necessary.

Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and turned to the monks who came to see her off.

“The location of the well in the southwest is poorly placed. If there’s a fire, it’s inconvenient. I suggest you move it to the southeast.”

With that, she said goodbye and left.

The monks were left looking at each other in confusion.

This was the first pilgrim who asked for nothing but pointed out the incorrect location.

As night began to fall, the autumn wind gently blew.

Zhi’er walked down the steps while calling Feng Fuce.

It was quickly connected.

“Hello?” Feng Fuce’s voice was always pleasant and cheerful, “Madam, are you done over there?”

Zhi’er sighed, with a hint of coquettishness, “No.”

She informed Feng Fuce that Master Hui Zhen had been invited away by the program group.

To which Feng Fuce responded with a light laugh.

“Alright, it seems it’s a coincidence again this time.”

“Hmm?”

“We used Master Zeng’s connections and went to the company, but didn’t see the singer. Upon further inquiry, he had also gone to the program you mentioned.”

Zhi’er was momentarily surprised.

Then she felt an indescribable wonder.

“It’s really strange how these two ended up together again?”

Previously, it was Tang Qian and Pei Luochuan as well.

Feng Fuce laughed helplessly, “Looks like there’s no other way this time. We also have to make a trip there. I’m almost there, don’t wander around, wait for me at the monastery gate.”

After hanging up the phone.

Zhi’er looked up at the deep night.

The night sky in the modern world was far less clear than in the era she was born in.

Stars that were once bright had now become distant glimmers.