Chapter 125 Amitabha, Sin--

"Cough! If several benefactors need to eat, they can lead the way. Lao Tu still has to sort out the Buddhist scriptures mentioned today. Excuse me first. The old monk knew that the atmosphere was not good, so he first pulled out and put his hands together to say that Amitabha Buddha flashed.

"Master, take your time." Murong Xi returned the salute, and his words were full of respect.

"A few benefactors are free."

Dongfang looked at the people who had left one after another and looked at Leng Xiuyan puzzled: "Why are they like seeing ghosts?"

Leng Xiuyan laughed and looked at someone with a cold face: "It's true that it's more terrible than a ghost." After saying that, sweep back from the corners of your eyes, cough! The black peony in the corner of his eyes twisted unplanned. He obviously wanted to explain it. Why did he feel that it was still burning? Leng Xiuyan frowned.

"Why?"

"Han Yan hates people most in his life to say that he is beautiful." Leng Xiuyan pondered for a moment and explained in words that she thought were more direct. Sure enough, it was fun to see someone's colder face and a dull face...

Uh... Dongfang is speechless. Can she take back the praise just now? Are there still people who don't like to listen to good words these days? If I had known, I would have said that he was uglier than myself, which not only satisfied his beauty-weariness but also satisfied her inferiority complex.

"I'm so hungry. Didn't you say you were eating? Let's go." Murong Xi couldn't bear to continue the stalemate, so he cleared his voice and opened his mouth, and his tone was full of hidden smiles. Amber, who was hinted by him, also asked the inevitable little monk to lead the way to dinner.

Xingdou Temple is located in a mountain forest north of Beixing City. Outside the temple are stone steps all the way down. After years of washing and trampling by incense guests, there are already some old and cracks, and there is vigorous simplicity everywhere. The free growth of weeds on both sides makes the originally narrow stone steps thinner. Looking up in the distance, there are green peaks standing, and down is a lively market, a vibrant scene.

The door was cleaned up very cleanly, with the towering hundred-year-old pines and cypresses on both sides, and then into the forest are the monks' daily practice rooms and vegetable gardens. Entering the door is a solemn scene, and what you see is the huge fragrant tripod standing at the door, giving people a kind of domineering atmosphere that suppresses all the dirt.

Up to the 24 steps is the Buddha Hall, with the four characters 'My Buddha's mercy'. The golden Buddha statue in the middle of the Buddhist hall droops slightly, and it is difficult to hide the compassion of all sentient beings there. The incense case in front is the sandalwood just ordered earlier. The curling cigarettes fill the nose, and the body and mind are relaxed. On the left and right sides of the Buddhist hall stand two four-person paint against the beams and pillars, and the bright ground is covered with many futons for the incense guests who listen to the abbot's lecture.

On both sides of the Buddhist hall is the road leading to the backyard. On one side is the Zen room and dining room for female incense guests, and on the other side are the houses and bathhouses of male incense guests and monks. Many of the rooms do not feel crowded at all, completely isolated from everything outside, as if outside.

In the dining room, eat rice porridge with steamed buns and pickles. Amber's eyebrows were relieved and wrinkled. She sighed for the twentieth time and put down her chopsticks. Even if she was hungry, she couldn't swallow it. The monks who ate with them stared at him with warning when they saw the sound he made, which was also the twentieth time.

Don't this benefactor don't know that the rules of Buddhism can't make a sound at all? You can't even sigh!

Someone's cheeky disregarded, but suffered from thedong fang who was at his desk.

During this period, some monks put their hands together and walked out with their plates with expressions on their faces. The sinks and cabinets were outside the house.

Dongfang Tuo also got up and washed his plate and bumped into the monk who led the way. He quickly pulled him as if the monk had been struck by lightning. He closed his eyes and muttered: "Amitabha... calm down and calm down, it is inevitable... Amitabha..."

"Uh... Master, I just want you to get me a lunch. The nerd is still sleeping and I guess he must be hungry when he wakes up."

"Please let go of the little monk's sleeve robe first, and the little monk will take you to the kitchen." Looking at the somewhat embarrassing Dongfang, the little monk must smile broad-heartedly and lead the way sideways.

Long Yu and Mu Yin, who stood aside for a long time, also saw this scene. Long Yu looked at the temple full of bald monks and sighed: "It seems that this place has been here for a long time, and even the beauty and ugliness can't be distinguished. It's thanks to the little monk to laugh at the ugly girl."

"Ha ha..."

"Dragon, can't you accumulate a little virtue in such a sacred place?"

"Oh? Amitabha, sins..." Long Yu pretended to be awakened by Mu and hurriedly confessed himself. Leng Xiuyan and several people only regarded it as a naughty child and ignored it.

"The benefactor is so sincere to my Buddha, and I will be able to forgive the benefactor's unintentional words. Amitabha..."

"..." Long Yu looked at the monk who came out at some point, sweated coldly on his forehead, and laughed, "What the master said is very true, haha." He swept his head and smiled and pulled Mu to the Zen room of Dongfangyin. Mu laughed: This monk came at the right time...

Leng Xiuyan and others were also shocked. Unexpectedly, they didn't find anyone approaching. They smiled and said "disrespectful" to the monk and followed. But I didn't see the monk looking at their backs, and the seemingly smile in his eyes did not reach the bottom of his eyes...

"Uncle Kumo."

Just as the monk turned his head, he happened to bump into another group of monks who came to eat. He hurriedly restrained the coldness in his eyes and nodded in an easy-going look: "Well, I've been practicing all morning. You go to dinner first. I'll go to see the abbot." After saying that, he raised his feet and went to the Buddhist hall. The monks were puzzled and touched their bald heads and wondered: Uncle was so fascinated by what he saw, and he shouted several times before he heard it?

After walking for a while, he walked around to a relatively secluded place and stopped, and his robe shook slightly. Kumo's still very easy-going face suddenly collapsed like a change of face, staring fiercely behind the empty body, and snorted coldly: It seems that the border is so lively before reaching Qianzhang Cliff...

Thinking of the 'strangers' who have passed through this border town in recent days, I smiled even more bitterly. He slowly took out a token from his arms, rubbed it very slowly, his eyes were full of greedy smiles, and finally his hands trembled with excitement: "Yun Shangling, hahaha... I didn't expect that I would have a day to rise one day, hahahaha--"

"Stain..." "Who?!" Kumo, who had just said to himself, suddenly heard the sound of squeaking his mouth and immediately hid the token. Copper Bell looked at the movements around warily and saw that there was no fluctuation of people around him. Kumo secretly comforted himself that he was too excited to be a little suspicious, and then stopped and hurried to his Zen room...