"The temple is well built, but do you think Thai monks are rich? Money can make many people forget their nature."
Is there corruption in the government, are there scum in the police, are there traitors in the troops during the War of Resistance Against Japan? If all of these were included, why can’t Thai monks raise kids who sell dog meat under the guise of sheep?
"Sleep for a while, rest and talk about it tomorrow," Xiangque said with his eyes closed in the seat.
"Mr. Xiang, Thai monks have a high status among the people and the royal family," Shen Jianwei said worriedly.
"Just be your translator, don't worry about anything else." Xiang Que patted his shoulder and said indifferently: "We are here to solve problems and reason, don't we come to find faults to understand?"
"Then, what if it doesn't make sense?"
"It's because you don't have the strength and he's not afraid of you. You think it makes sense for Situ Shengyun to fart you. Why?"
Shen Jianwei suddenly shrank, and what Xiang Que said was very implicit, but it was definitely the truth. No matter how much Situ Shengyun talked to him, he felt that it made sense even if he farted. Why? Because Situ Shengyun is the leader of the Hongmen,
He is his subordinate, and the one hundred Shen Jianwei combined is not as good as one Situ Shengyun. This is because of the inequality of strength.
They were speechless all night. After sleeping for a few hours, Xiang Que and Shen Jianwei woke up. They opened their sleepy eyes and ate something in the car and got out of the car.
"Why is this Potian hotter than Shanghai!" Xiang Que stuck out his tongue, feeling that the heat made people breathless.
"In Thailand, can you not even sell long-sleeved clothes not be hot?" Shen Jianwei asked hesitantly: "Mr. Xiang, I think it is easier to do things if the moon is dark and the wind is high. There are too many people in the temple now."
The incense of temples in Thailand is much more prosperous than in China, because the people here believe in Buddhism from the heart. More than 80% of the temples in China are for the purpose of traveling and wandering, while the people from Thailand’s temples are believers.
Xiang Que respectfully clasped his hands before entering the Chidilong Temple. He was favored by Buddhism, so he would give him sincerely whenever he saw the temple.
Following a large number of people entering the temple, Xiang Que and Shen Jianwei also walked into the temple. As one of the six major temples in Chiang Mai, there were many people. Early in the morning, the front yard of the temple was filled with incense-burning believers, and the two of them were
After passing through the crowd, Xiang Que stopped his pace.
In front was the wing room in the backyard. The little ghost in the jar in the bag sent a letter to Xiang Que. He felt that his body was in the back room.
"This is a place for monks in the temple to rest, and idle people are not allowed to enter," Shen Jianwei reminded.
"Well, that's that?" Xiang Que thought about it and said, "Does Thai monks have morning classes and evening classes? Even if there are monks in the wing room, they can't stay here all day long, right? You have to leave after eating, right?"
Shen Jianwei blinked his confused little eyes and said, "Mr. Xiang, are you planning to sneak in?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? I'll go in with great fanfare and care about them. They can calculate it." Xiang Que said with his eyes rolling.
Shen Jianwei said: "The morning class must have ended long ago, and it was gone at four or five o'clock, but now it is past seven o'clock. After the visit, the monks will wait at the entrance of the temple for the people to send them some food."
"A great monk who has attained enlightenment also begs for alms?"
Shen Jianwei said: "Or it is said that Thai monks are very respected and loved by the people. Even if they get a monk, they are too old and inconvenient to move, most monks will go out to beg for alms."
After waiting for a while, monks began to go out one after another in the wing room. After almost everyone left, Xiang Que raised his leg and walked towards the wing room.
Shen Jianwei pulled Xiang Que and said, "Mr. Xiang, am I a translator? You think I didn't translate a word in Thailand. Isn't this useless place? It's a bit wasteful, right? Look, I'm going to find the monks here.
Can you chat for a while?"
"Your translator's responsibility is that you are useful when I negotiate with people. I haven't even said a word to the people here now, so you can only be idle, do you understand?"
"Really, really, it's not necessary?" Shen Jianwei asked in a moji.
"Honestly, wait for me to come out." Xiang Que waved his hand and walked into the yard of the wing room.
Thai temples have a high status among the people, so no one will mess around in the temple at will. Therefore, although there are idle people in the temple, they do not have any cameras or guardians installed, so the precautions are simply as good as
Nothing is the same.
There are three wing rooms in the temple. The front one is for monks who have become monks for the middle ones, the middle one is for monks in the temple, and the last row of wing rooms is for monks with high status.
of.
The closer to his body, the more powerful the little ghost in the jar, the more powerful the sense. When Xiang Que walked through the two front wing rooms, the little ghost passed him a message, and his body was in the back wing room.
Come to Thailand, and so far, I have been walking smoothly and without any accidents. The plane landed safely and was picked up by a car at the Chedilong Temple. I sneaked into the temple and found the wing room. The little ghost also confirmed his own body.
Here, it seems that it is about to succeed.
"Cry" opened the door of one of the wing rooms, and the decoration inside the room was simple and there seemed to be nothing that I wanted to find.
The little ghost told Xiangque that he could only feel where his body was, but it was obviously impossible to find it out directly, so he had to search one by one.
If you push it again, there is still no.
I found three places in a row and returned in vain.
But when Xiangque was about to continue looking down, someone came in from the yard outside the wing room, and several monks wearing red robes with half of their arms exposed looked at Xiangque at the same time.
The Chinese and Thais belong to the same Asian race, and their territory is also up to the forefront. They are both black-haired and yellow-skinned, but you can still tell who is Thai and who is Chinese at a glance when people from these two countries go.
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One of the monks pointed at Xiang Que and spoke Thai language. Xiang Que shook his head and said that he didn't understand. He was very good at making things happen and bent his waist politely, pretending to be more friendly.
The monk opposite also gave him a gift, Xiang Que bared his teeth and smiled gently, blinked his wise eyes and took out the white ceramic jar from his bag and pointed it out.
Several monks nodded suddenly, as if they understood what Xiang Que meant, and actually took him forward for a distance and pointed at one of the rooms and smiled.
"Hey, this person is so rude. I'm so kind, don't you misunderstand me?" Xiang Que gently stepped down from the door of the wing room, looked inside, and there was a hanging on the wall.
Several rows of wooden shelves, the jars placed on them were exactly the same as those held in Xiang Que's hand.
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