The Buddha's voice fell to the ground, and the beautiful woman appeared.
The person who entered the hall was not a monk or a nun, but a woman wearing a white silk cheongsam. At first glance, I thought she was the female star Liu Yan! I don’t know if she has a hot personality or not, but this figure is really hot!
Moreover, her cheongsam has been improved. There is a heart-shaped hollow design on the front. When she walks, it looks like undulating mountains and surging waves. It is so beautiful. I can't help but think of an idiom: color is emptiness, and hollowed out emptiness.
"Xingyao, step back." The woman said coldly to the young monk.
"Yes, senior sister..." The young monk exited the main hall and secretly gave me a look, telling me to handle it carefully.
Two young monks, one’s name is Xingyao and the other’s name is Xingchen. They both sound very nice, but I don’t know what the name of this senior sister is Xing.
"Hello, Master." I removed my obscene gaze and saluted Senior Sister seriously.
"I am not a master," the beauty said coldly, "Master Jingkong is my mentor, and I am his lay female disciple. My surname is Shen and my name is Xingyue. Who are you?"
Sure enough, it also comes from the character generation of Xing. Xing is good, and it sounds good if you add any other characters, such as Xingyao, Xingchen, and Xingyue.
"Wu Chengfeng, I'm here to visit your temple——"
"Wu Chengfeng?! You are Wu Chengfeng!" The woman interrupted me, took two steps forward, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and stared into my eyes.
"...What, what's wrong?" I asked a little nervously. The front peak of her cheongsam was almost touching my chest, and the fragrance of Zhi Rui Lan came to my face.
Xingyue narrowed her eyes, took a step back slowly, looked at me from head to toe, walked around behind me, patted my lower back, and said twice: "Kidney qi is deficient, and my innate qualifications are very average..."
"What the hell?" I asked with a frown.
Xingyue came back to me and shook her head: "Nothing, you are not suitable for martial arts."
"Haha, I don't want to practice martial arts either." I said with a smile.
He actually said that my kidneys are not good, well, it is indeed not good.
Xingyue turned to look at the portrait on the wall, and then looked at me: "If you don't practice martial arts, you won't be able to save the people you want to save."
"How do you know?" I asked in surprise.
Xingyue smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I asked Xingyao to take you down the mountain and don't come back again."
I was about to ask why, when Xingyue suddenly raised her hand and pressed a cartilage gap on my arm. I felt weak all over my body, my throat was tight, I couldn't break away, and I couldn't speak. I could only let her touch me. Dragging out of the hall and coming to the pickup truck, Xingyue raised her little feet and stuck them on the back of my thighs. With a gentle push, I, weighing 150 pounds, flew into the air and was kicked into the car by her. superior!
What kind of Kung Fu is this, Shaolin Football?!
"Xingyao, send this guy to the town." After Xingyue said that, she entered the main hall without looking back, knelt on the futon, and bowed to Yaoyao's portrait.
I was lying in the bed of the truck, still unable to move, so she must have tapped my acupuncture points.
The little monk didn't dare to say anything. He took my mobile phone, charger and suitcase, threw them into the truck, and drove me bumpily down the mountain, through the deserted village, and onto the highway. When the pickup truck turned around a hill, he drove away. After we were out of sight of Hanyin Temple, the young monk stopped the car and poked me on the back several times. It hurt me a lot. However, after being poked, I gradually regained my composure. It must have been a way to relieve the acupuncture point.
"Thank you, Master Xingyao." I said weakly.
"Donor, please be polite. Senior sister is like this. She hurts people at every turn. We are all used to it." The monk smiled bitterly, helped me get out of the car, got into the passenger seat, and then continued driving toward the town.
On the way, I wanted to ask about Jiuxian Cave again, but the young monk refused to introduce me to it, and returned the 500 yuan he had collected to me, saying that he was afraid that his senior sister would find out about it, which would make him miserable.
When we arrived in the town, the young monk dropped me off at the bus station. When we were leaving, I couldn't help but hold him back: "Master, I just have a question. I hope you can answer me."
"...Okay, almsgiver, you can ask, but the monk may not answer."
"Why does your temple turn into a cemetery at night?"
The little monk was shocked: "You, you saw it all?"
"Didn't I tell you, I came here last night." I lit a cigarette, but I couldn't smoke it.
Very difficult.
"No, no, what the young monk means is...can you see those tombstones?" the young monk asked mysteriously.
"Yes, there must be more than a hundred of them, all of which are 'not collected at night' tombs." I said frankly.
The young monk lowered his head, bit his lip, hesitated for a few seconds, raised his head again, and said in a low voice: "Donor Wu, the young monk can only tell you one thing."
"What's the matter?" I leaned forward and put my ear close. There were other people at the station, so I was afraid of being heard.
"Four years ago, a donor also came up the mountain with the same purpose as you."
"Then what?" I asked.
"He was killed and buried as a 'Ye Bu Shu'. The tombstone was erected in our temple."