Daoji smiled and said, "I have said before that this strange man wants to be calm, loves tranquility, and does not like to see strangers. I will not offend him."
Yan Jing smiled and said, "Okay, there are always strange things for strange people, I understand."
San Mao said, "Since Master Daoji doesn't go in, then I'll go in with the emperor."
"You haven't understood my monk's words yet, this little donor."
Daoji smiled and stopped San Mao, and said kindly and majestic: "This master xng son is calm and does not like noisy, and is afraid that you will offend him."[
San Mao looked at Daoji's narrowed eyes, "What does this mean by Master? Am I very noisy? Master Don't worry, I must be pretending to be mute and will not make a noise from Master. As for offense? Haha... Although I am young, I will not go to Master. Since I am also a boy, why not offend me?"
"this……"
The sun's acupoint on the forehead of Daoji bulged, but it sank again. The fist hidden in his long sleeves relaxed again and said patiently: "This is the rule, I hope the little donor will abide by it."
Yan Jing looked at the temple gate and smiled and said, "Little Mao is my companion and has always been inseparable from me. Since that's the case, I won't go in and can't listen to the words of strange people. I don't know if it's my regret or strange people's regret. What a pity! Little Mao, let's go."
"Hey, don't... Please stay." Daoji was anxious and moved his body to change his position, blocking Yan Jing like a ghost.
day!
This bald donkey is so amazing...
San Mao was roughly calculating how powerful Daoji was, secretly circulating his inner breath and said to Daoji: "Master, what do you have to say?"
"Amitabha!"
Daoji sang the Buddha's name, then put his hands together and said steadily: "Since this little donor insists on going in, it means he has a great fate with this strange man. The Buddha said: strangeness is fate! Stubbornness is fate! Noisy is fate! Well, I also go in to beg for alms together."
"Hehe, the master is also going to beg for alms, congratulations! Congratulations!"
San Mao smiled mischievously and watched Daoji walk in front. San Mao wrote behind Yan Jing: "There are many demons and ghosts, so you should not leave me three steps."
Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked at Daoji's heavy back. The narrow Yan Jing shot out a sharp light, but opened it in an instant, and followed him like nothing happened.
The moment he walked into the temple gate, the room was dark, full of the smell of incense and candles. Yan Jing's heart skipped a beat, and a shadow was cast with the dark atmosphere.
Yan Jing was obviously a little timid.
San Mao wrote on his back: "There is something strange in the house! Don't be afraid, I am there. Remember my words and you will be worried within three steps of me."
Yan Jing was aroused by San Mao's confidence, and then he walked in with the courage to walk in. With a click, the door was locked.
The room was dark.
On both sides, the oil lamp suddenly shone, making the dark room full of darkness.[
Yan Jing calmed down and walked very slowly. With the faint oily light, he carefully looked at the bizarre decorations on both sides.
There are two rows of long Buddhist tables, with the heart of the fruit and melons on it. There are Buddha statues erected on the Buddha table. They are actually golden-body arhats. Each arhat has different expressions, some ferociousness, some anger, some laughter, and some seriousness.
"Haha, it looks so mysterious." Yan Jing was interesting and burst into laughter.
Daoji reminded: "Prince, please do not make noise."
Yan Jing hurriedly stopped and looked at the Buddha statues carefully, and felt uncomfortable all over.
San Mao looked calm and relaxed, indicating that Yan Jing could walk in.
At the end of the Buddhist temple, the one worshipped was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
San Mao sneered in his heart: Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in charge of the eighteen levels of hell, and five hundred arhats guard the world, so they will never worship it in a Buddhist temple.
But now, isn’t it ridiculous to offer sacrifices to Ksitigarbha with the Arhats?
Daoji clearly saw Yan Jing and San Mao's surprised expression, and was also angry, and hurriedly explained: "This strange life is strange, the emperor does not have to treat it as the world."
Yan Jing smiled and said, "I know! Where is the strange man? Where is it? Why aren't there anyone?"
Daoji said: "Please ask the emperor to sing a stick of incense for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If the heart is sincere, it will be effective. As long as the emperor closes his eyes and concentrates on burning incense, strange people will appear and meet them when they are sensed by the incense."
Yan Jing glanced at San Mao, and San Mao nodded slightly. Yan Jing smiled and said, "Okay, I'll just sing a stick of incense."
Daoji smiled and said, "The emperor is wise and he will have great cause and effect when he listens to others." He took the incense and candle and handed it to Yan Jing.
Yanjing lit incense and candles and walked towards the Buddha's case of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
However, there are three steps in front of the Buddha's case, and you have to step up. In this way, the distance between Yan Jing and San Mao is much further, and it is definitely more than three steps.
San Mao saw Yan Jing looking over with inquisitive eyes, nodded slightly, took a bamboo pole, stood under the steps, and played with it casually.
His eyes were rolling around, his thin arms in his sleeves trembled slightly because of the full strength, and his ears were shaking slightly, as if he was listening to something.
Yan Jing held the fragrance with both hands and walked up the steps calmly, but his heart was pounding, and he always felt that the room was full of weirdness.
But it is hard to explain exactly where the weirdness is.
"If you have three Maos here, you will definitely protect your worries."
Yan Jing cheered himself up, walked up the steps, stood in front of Ksitigarbha, closed his eyes, prayed in his heart, walked forward, and burned incense to the majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.[
San Mao played with the bamboo pole casually, aiming at the golden hand placed on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in front of his chest, with strength like a collapsed bow, and energy spread throughout his body...
When Yan Jing lowered his head and burned incense, the golden hand of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly moved.
The golden hand opened its five fingers, like Mount Tai pressing its head, as if it fell from the sky, with a strong palm wind slapped the back of the eyes.
As long as he was slapped by this golden big hand, Yan Jing's head would immediately be like a broken watermelon, with blood splattering everywhere.
Monk Daoji suddenly burst into laughter. It was a kind of "treacherous" laughter in the eyes of victory. The graceful and solemn expression in the past was no longer there.
Yan Jing also felt it was not good, and glanced upwards. Seeing the golden big hand covering him, he was so scared that he closed his eyes and shouted, "San Mao, save me."
San Mao shouted loudly, holding the bamboo pole high, and spitting out the strength along the bamboo pole.
puff!
Only a creeping sound that penetrates the flesh and blood was heard.
The thin bamboo pole pierced the golden-colored hand, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly burst into tears of pain. The golden-colored face twisted in pain, "It hurts so much..."
Yan Jing realized at this time: Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's golden body is dressed as a thief.
boom!
"Kill him! Kill him..."
All the golden bodies suddenly moved, rushed up, rushed towards Yan Jing and there was a wall inside, and Yan Jing had no way out.
"Don't be afraid, I'm there!"
San Mao succeeded with one move, without hesitation, and with a whoosh, he jumped onto the Buddha's case with a small body, grabbed Yan Jing with one hand, and took him to the Buddha's case.
Taking advantage of the pain of "King of Ksitigarbha" and his little hands were like clamps, he grabbed the throat of "King of Ksitigarbha".