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Chapter 4 Scrap Collection Station
Anyway, renting a house here is cheap. To deal with a snobbish person, instead of being emotional towards him and trying to reason with him, it is better to just use money to stun her!
The monthly rent was two yuan, and Lin Ran took out two yuan and handed it to the old woman without hesitation.
"Can you open the door now?"
After getting the money, the old woman really smiled.
He took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.
When he walked into the room, a damp smell hit his face, making Lin Ran choke and sneeze.
The housing environment is so bad, there are cracks all over the walls, and the roof tiles are uneven, and now the sun can be seen.
When it rains, it will definitely leak.
It's raining heavily outside and light rain inside.
Tenzin Ngodup once lived in such an environment. One can imagine how difficult his life was.
He is truly an ascetic!
Lin Ran walked into the rental house. The house had been cleaned, leaving only wooden furniture.
"Where are the things from before?" Lin Ran asked curiously.
The old woman wrote lightly: "The monk who lived before was too dirty, and I lost all his things. A young monk also came to ask about it before, but the things inside were gone."
"Gone?" Lin Ran frowned and asked, "Where have all the things inside gone?"
The old woman whispered: "I found someone who collects rags like you, and collected them all."
Lin Ran's heart sank.
Nowadays, the general level of education in collecting rags is not high. If Buddhist scriptures were collected as waste paper, they might have been turned into pulp by now.
The Buddhist scriptures that Tenzin Odup has treasured may also disappear!
However, he decided to try his luck.
"Grandma, where does that rag collector live?" Even if the hope was slim, Lin Ran was not going to give up.
"I don't know about that. Anyway, I'll give you the keys to the house. Remember to pay the rent next month." Grandma looked like she was obsessed with money.
After she left, Lin Ran continued to search in the room.
I searched in the closet and under the bed, but found nothing.
Lin Ran asked around the village and found the old man collecting rags at the entrance of the village.
The old man who collected rags obviously knew Lin Ran and thought he was here to steal business, so he didn't want to see him at all.
Lin Ran had no choice but to use money as a bribe before the other party let down his guard.
"You mean Mrs. Wang's family? That was two months ago." The rag collector recalled, "There was indeed a yellowed book at that time, and it was written with a brush."
"I took him to the recycling station in Beijing and sold him."
Lin Ran's heart sank. Too bad, he actually sold it to the recycling bin. This might be a bad time.
He immediately took a taxi to the recycling station.
At the door of the recycling bin, stood a middle-aged man wearing coarse clothes and resting with a pipe in his mouth.
He is Li Shinong, the webmaster of the recycling station.
Seeing Lin Ran, Li Shinong was stunned.
Then he shouted with a smile: "Master Lin, what kind of wind brings you here?"
Lin Ran was a little confused, but still nodded with a smile: "Hello, I'm here to find something."
Li Shinong quickly introduced his identity to Lin Ran: "I am Li Shinong, the director of the recycling station. There are only waste products in our recycling station, but there are no treasures. Little Lin, if you want to pick up the missing items, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place!"
He is obviously a lover of cultural relics, and he also knows Lin Ran's identity.
With this relationship, the possibility of recovering the Buddhist scriptures becomes even greater.
"It's hot outside, please come and sit in the room." Li Shinong looked a little enthusiastic and said to the fat man inside: "Li Ming, go make tea quickly, I want to entertain a master."
"Boss, don't bother." Lin Ran shook his head with a smile and said to him: "Actually, I came here today to look for a Buddhist scripture. It was sold as scrap to the recycling bin about three months ago. Do you have any impressions? "
Li Shinong nodded: "Yes, Xiao Lin, everyone is well-informed. What's wrong? Are you interested in this Buddhist scripture?"
"Is it really in your hands?" Lin Ran was overjoyed.
Li Shinong smiled and said, "Yes, even though I couldn't understand the words in the Buddhist scriptures, the sharpness of his writing shocked the world, so I stayed."
After speaking, Li Shinong invited Lin Ran into the house again.
Then he asked Li Ming to entertain Lin Ran and rode home by himself, preparing to bring the Buddhist scriptures.
Li Ming made tea for Lin Ran. He was similar in age to Lin Ran and couldn't help but look at Lin Ran curiously.
Lin Ran smiled awkwardly: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"This is the first time my dad has been so polite to people our age." Li Ming said, "He looks down on young people and is very stubborn."
There was still some helplessness in his tone.
Lin Ran smiled and said, it can be seen that Li Ming is also at a rebellious age.
It's just that in this era, a family usually has several children, and they don't have the capital to act like an only child.
He said: "Your father also likes to collect cultural relics, right?"
"Yes, I often bring the collected garbage home, which makes my mother very dissatisfied." Li Ming thought Lin Ran was pretty good.
"Actually, those are not garbage, they may be valuable treasures." Lin Ran was amused by Li Ming's words.
The so-called father-son inheritance, it seems that his son does not like cultural relics.
Just after he finished speaking, Li Shinong came back with Buddhist scriptures.
"Little Master Lin, do you think it's this Buddhist scripture?" After saying that, he put the Buddhist scripture he brought back in front of Lin Ran.
The Buddhist scriptures have a strong sense of age at first glance, with Sanskrit written on the cover.
When I opened the book, everything in it was in Sanskrit.
Only those who have studied Buddhist scriptures can see this.
"It's a real Buddhist scripture." Lin Ran didn't know Sanskrit. This was the first time he saw the original version of "The Huayan Sutra". He asked: "Boss, this is a genuine book. How much are you willing to pay for it?" Give me?"
It is a blessing to be able to find the Buddhist scriptures.
It doesn’t matter if you spend some money.
Li Shinong smiled and shook his head: "Master Lin, can you tell me the origin of this Buddhist scripture?"
"This is the Avatamsaka Sutra of Dafang Guangfo. It is the Dharma taught by the Tathagata under the Bodhi tree on the second seven days after his enlightenment to Manjushri, Samantabhadra and other superior Bodhisattvas. This is a manuscript in Sanskrit."
As for which eminent monk specifically recorded it, Lin Ran himself didn't know.
After all, there are many mysterious things in religious culture.
"I see." Li Shinong frowned. No wonder he couldn't understand it. It turned out to be written in Sanskrit. He thought it was a special ancient font.
Then, Li Shinong said: "I bought this Buddhist scripture with [-] cents. If Mr. Lin wants it, what do you think of [-] yuan?"
After all, he is also a literary and entertainment person, and he knows that leaving Buddhist scriptures in his hands may cause trouble.
And except for Buddhists, no one is interested in Buddhist scriptures.
It's okay to make a little money.
Of course Lin Ran was very happy to be able to buy it at such a cheap price.
Buy it immediately and take it back to the store!