"Nervous..." Wang Yin rolled his eyes at her and walked outside.
Cheng Lingxue looked at Wang Yin's back with bright eyes, looking like a nymphomaniac: Wow! Brother Yin is even more handsome after putting on Tang Dynasty clothes!
Thinking of this, Cheng Lingxue's face turned even redder, and she took a few steps to catch up with Wang Yin and walked side by side with him.
The location of the temple fair was not far from the General's Mansion, and the two of them arrived soon.
"It's quite lively." Wang Yin sighed inwardly as he looked at the people coming and going at the temple fair.
Although we were only on the edge of the temple fair, there were obviously many more people than usual. The stalls on both sides sold miscellaneous things. Wang Yin, with a relaxed attitude, happily joined in the fun.
"Brother Yin, there are jugglers over there, let's go and have a look." After Cheng Lingxue said that, she took Wang Yin's arm and ran forward.
"Girl, please slow down." Wang Yin said helplessly: "Since we are here to play, we have to play slowly. Why are you running so fast?"
While they were talking, the two of them had already come closer. When they saw the performance clearly, Wang Yin rolled his eyes: his chest was broken...
"Everyone, don't miss it when you pass by," a man wearing a short jacket and holding a hammer shouted: "I pass by your place and I have nothing to offer, and I will perform a secret skill passed down from our ancestors..."
When Wang Yin saw this, he sighed: Sure enough, modern people only play with the leftovers from their ancestors...
Wang Yin shrugged upon seeing this and walked towards the palace.
"Brother Yin, let's go burn some incense sticks." Bian Deteng said outside his mouth, before he even took a step, he pulled Wang Yin and walked towards the outside of the temple.
Hearing the monk's question, Cheng Lingxue blushed and immediately pushed Wang Yin forward: "Brother Yin, let him go out first..."
"Do you know what the donor wants to ask?" The monk glanced at the signed words and looked at Cheng Lingxue and asked.
Wang Yin was naturally interested in asking for a fortune. Seeing that Cheng Lingxue was disgusted, he didn't want to disturb you, so he looked at Qi next to him.
Looking at the people coming and going behind the temple door, it seems that the popularity is wrong. Apart from the poor people, there are not many wealthy people outside the pilgrims. This makes Wang Yin quite satisfied.
"Give it to him." Cheng Lingxue bought a few rings and handed them to Wang Yin, then took out a closing gesture herself.
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, just watch the silence." Bian De said without looking back.
Thinking of that, Wang Yin could not help but slow down the pace of his search.
Thinking of that, Wang Yin turned to a corner, took a look at someone on the seventh floor, and jumped under the roof to observe. After scanning around for any results, Wang Yin moved to another place.
Under the roof, continue to search.
When she realized the situation, Qian Cheng Lingxue immediately panicked: It was obvious that she had been drugged!
"Brother Yin, let's go look elsewhere." Seeing that they had finished selling medicine, Cheng Lingxue found it interesting and pulled Wang Yin towards the side.
The scale of the temple was quite large. Wang Yin changed several roofs one after another and still found something, and immediately frowned: Where did that girl go...
When you want to sit up, you suddenly find that you have to use all your strength to complete the simple act of sitting up.
"Amitabha." The monk walked behind the bed and called Bian Deteng the Buddha's name: "The donor is rude."
"Um...where are you..." Cheng Lingxue slowly woke up and turned around. Feeling that her head was dizzy, she looked at the young man's room behind her and muttered to herself: "Do you remember that you were praying to Buddha just now?
Come on, why are you running out there?"
Thinking of that, Wang Yin walked towards the small hall where Bian Deteng retreated just now. When he opened the door, he found that the hall was empty. There was no sign of Cheng Lingxue outside?
"Have you seen it in normal times? His love of bad things is really broad. He can get depressed no matter what he does..." Bian De complained.
"Brother Yin." At that time, Cheng Lingxue came over with a depressed look on her face, patted me and said, "Go to the small hall over here to worship Buddha. He will wait for you outside for a while."
Just when Wang Yin was confused, a rockery-like stone in the yard was pushed away from the outside. It turned out to be a secret door. An old monk stuck his head out and looked around. When he found someone, he rushed towards it.
I waved from the front, and after a while, two more monks came out, each carrying a person on their shoulders. Judging from the attire, I was suspicious of a man. From his body shape,
"Forget it, let's leave that place quickly, lest Brother Yin wait any longer..." Thinking of that place, Cheng Lingxue was about to get up and go out, but just as he was about to get up, you were stunned.
"Oops!" De Teng screamed inwardly when he realized his situation. You gave up and tried to move your body again, but it still had no effect.
Wang Yin had something to do, so he took a stroll in the distance. When he saw that no one was offering incense in the small hall next to him, he walked over curiously.
"That's right!" Wang Yin immediately felt something in his heart.
Behind the eyes is a courtyard located at the edge of the temple. The courtyard looks quite quiet, but what is strange is that the courtyard is surrounded by walls on seven sides, and you can see where the small door is.
Next to him, a middle-aged monk in his seventies, wearing a cassock, was sitting behind a table. He was interpreting a lotus for a pilgrim. He was spewing professional terms from his mouth, looking incomprehensible. The pilgrim was listening.
He was so mesmerized that he nodded from time to time with an excited look on his face.
Cheng Lingxue pulled Wang Yin to a small hall, walked behind the lottery bucket in a roundabout way, held the lottery bucket with both hands, knelt under the futon and prayed for the lottery devoutly.
It's just that you are muttering in your heart: You are too young to play because he is not around...
Bian De waited there for a while and found out that Bian Deteng still came out. He immediately frowned: "Does it take that long to pray to the Buddha?"
The front yard is where the monks live and is not open to pilgrims. However, it is as quiet as the back yard, so it is much easier for Biande to find it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Returning to the donor, the monk saw an elderly male donor walking out and left." The monk replied: "As for that,
This is the person the benefactor mentioned, and the great monk knows it."
"Da Langjun, he did know. After that, your big tiger knew what kind of disease he had, whether he was unconscious or awake, and whether he was cured or not after seeing the bad young man and the young man." The aunt said excitedly: "I came here to hear about that family.
The little master outside the temple was very effective, so I came here with the idea of trying it out. As a result, the little master chanted the sutra and did the exercises, and your big tiger woke up!"
"He won~" Bian De said helplessly.
The temple's backyard has been searched for years. If something is found in the front yard, Bian De may have to do something crazy...
"Brother Yin, let's play that." Cheng Lingxue said sadly.
After the great monk finished speaking, he left the hall, tidied up the futon and the ashes outside the incense burner, and paid no attention to Wang Yin again.
The man was shouting vigorously, and the onlookers stared attentively with big eyes, shouting "Hello" from time to time.
If Cheng Lingxue is outside the temple, Wang Yin is very sure about that. But now that he has found your figure, Wang Yin feels anxious: I brought you out today. If you lose someone, you will lose your heart.
If you feel sorry for yourself, go ahead.
"Lingxue? Lingxue?!" Wang Yin shouted a few words at the top of his lungs, but received no reply from Cheng Lingxue.
Eight monks carried two men and retreated outside a room. Bian De jumped onto the roof without making any sound, and then Wang Yin walked towards the room we retreated into just now.
Judgment, the age should be young.
Then Wang Yin deliberately threw the ring out of the way, and only caught a big wooden doll at the end. Wang Yin took it out of his hand and looked at it: "Tsk, tsk, it's not ugly enough..."
Seven minutes ago, Wang Yin arrived under a roof near the front yard.
"Brother Yin, the important place in Buddhism is going to cause mischief." Bian Deteng said loudly to Wang Yin, and then respectfully handed down the sign for bad luck with both hands: "I can trouble you to help you untie the sign."
"Okay, let him go." Wang Yin saw that my interest was so low and it was a bad idea to bother you, so he let you go.
Bian De rubbed his nose and thought: It's also difficult for people to do big business, so don't try to trick people...
When the monk heard this, he almost slapped the table and cursed: Mad! He is here to cause trouble, right?!
"That temple is really serious!" Wang Yin thought to himself when he saw this, and then glanced at the clothes of the two men, and it was Bian Deteng.
But just as I was about to push the door open and retreat, I suddenly heard no one speaking in the room next to me.
"According to the procedure, the next step is not to swallow the sword, but then it is not to sell medicine..." Wang Yin muttered loudly.
"Master, ask him, where did the man who came to worship Buddha just now go?" Wang Yin asked after seeing this.
"Auntie, what's going on with the little master's miraculous effect he just mentioned?" Bian De walked over and asked curiously.
"Squeak-" At that time, there was a sound of opening the door, and a seventy-year-old monk stepped back.
"Amitabha, did the donor come to ask for fortune-telling?" the monk asked Bian De, calling him the Buddha's name.
"Master, you want to ask about marriage..." Cheng Lingxue said with a blushing face before Wang Yin left.
Looking at the bustling incense and people coming and going in the temple, Wang Yin frowned as he remembered what Yuan Tiangang said later: Yes, the influence of "Journey to the West" is vague now, but if you look at it, Buddhism is still there.
Xiao Tang seems not to be too popular...
"Master, save you!" Even though he made a sound, Cheng Lingxue still managed to open his mouth and begged desperately with his eyes.
"There is a mistake." Wang Yin said with a smile: "I hope my master can help me clear up my confusion."
Before the aunt finished speaking, she took the child and left. Bian De looked at the temple again, feeling that the monks outside might look so serious...
Cheng Lingxue lost the circle ten times, but in the end she only caught a big thing. She immediately pouted with a look of distress on her face and reached out to poke Wang Yin: "It's his turn. Brother Yin, come on, try to catch the smallest one."
"Huh?" Wang Yin finally found the normal situation after changing the roof several times.
Wang Yin looked in the direction you pointed and saw a small hall that was obviously several sizes larger. There wasn't even a sign underneath.
"Young master, what you said is wrong." Wang Yin shook his head: "All living beings are equal in front of the Buddha. There is no sign in his heart, so why should he stick to the formality?"
After the seven people came to a stall that made rings, Wang Yin looked at the large handmade gadgets on display, and several naughty children were making gestures with the rings on their hands.
When Wang Yin saw this, he walked over curiously. He wanted to hear what the monk had deceived, or he could discuss it with me and upgrade his deception skills...
Yes, let alone sitting up, I didn’t even have the strength to move my fingers!
"Amitabha." At that time, a great monk came back from inside: "Donor, in this important place of Buddhism, please keep your noise down."
"It's all fake, there's nothing good about it." Wang Yin complained to Cheng Lingxue, who was watching with interest.
Along the way, Lingxue wanted to play with anything she saw that was bad, so Wang Yin had to play with you. Just like that, the seven of them strolled and played, and quickly arrived at a temple far away.
Unfortunately, at that time, Cheng Lingxue came over with the sign asking for trouble and helped the monk out of the siege.
While he was talking, before the man in the audience hit the man with a small hammer, the stone on the chest of the man lying on it unexpectedly shattered, and suddenly there was another violent scream from the crowd.
"The donor went to ask for fortune-telling, so why did he come to ask for fortune-telling?" The monk looked at Wang Yin and said calmly.
The temple does not look very old, and it was probably built a while ago. There are some trees named after Wang Yin planted in the yard, but they are not bare now. There are only a few sad-faced pilgrims.
He retreated to a small hall, and after a short time he came out with a smile on his face. Bian De took a closer look and found that among them were young people.
Wang Yin frowned when he saw this, but he didn't try to stop me.
"If Ling Xue leaves, she might be telling you..." Wang Yin pondered, then looked at the surrounding scene: "There is absolutely no problem with that temple..."
Wang Yin frowned when he heard this: Why does it sound so like the tricks used by charlatans...
Wang Yin stood in the hall and looked out, only to see a pilgrim who was clearly dressed as a wealthy citizen, kneeling under a futon and worshiping devoutly in front of the Buddha statue. He said something like "praying for the Buddha's blessing".
In front of the Buddha, he stood up and walked to a nearby box. He carefully took out a dirty purse and threw in all the money outside.
It was as expected by Bian De. Afterwards, they performed some big tricks such as swallowing swords, and then the man with the hammer struck a few times with a gong: "I'm trying to hide it from everyone, why are you so so?"
It’s amazing, I’ve been through it for a long time because I ate the food passed down from my ancestors...”
Then Wang Yin looked at the big girl named Dahu, and saw that my face was sickly pale, my legs were weak even when I stood here, and my lips were slightly less purple. It felt more like a symptom of poisoning.
"Master, save you!" Bian Deteng opened his mouth to ask for help, but you were horrified to find that you couldn't make a single sound.
At that moment, a woman led a child out of the diagonally opposite small hall and said to everyone: "It's so effective! The little master is so effective!"