Chapter 822 (1/2)

Ten miles away from Qingshan, Chaoping road with sand.

The white dewdrop lowered the long and thin grass leaves and hung them on them. With the strange steps, it finally fell to the ground and melted into the sand.

Anyang and Xiaochan go along the two or three meter wide clay official road to prepare for the legendary cloud Valley Temple.

Maybe it's because Xiao Chan's legs are too short. They didn't have a long journey. They just walked for half a day.

But neither of them is impatient.

These roads are too narrow for wide luxury RV to pass. The off-road vehicle has no problem, and its performance is excellent. But in a world where the gods and Buddhas are not clear, Anyang dare not drive the off-road vehicle on the road.

So the best way of transportation is to walk.

I met many people along the way, and they all went in the same direction. I think I'm also a believer in Yungu temple.

These people carry large and small parcels with the faint smell of inferior incense candles. Their eyes toward the distant valley are extremely devout. But when they come back to God and look at other people on the road, they are on deep guard.

Another believer took a fancy to Xiaochan, saying that he would give Anyang fifty coppers to buy her back as a servant girl.

Well, fifty coppers.

Anyang deeply knows that these people go to Yungu temple to burn incense and worship Buddha just for peace in troubled times. They may be devout in front of the Buddha statue and make a vow to wait for the spiritual effect. But when they go out of the temple, they will tell them to forget the words of kindness and continue to live for their own private desires.

Including that they come to burn incense and worship Buddha, to find an excuse for their selfishness, or to let Bodhisattva satisfy their selfishness and greed.

It's said that Xiuchan mountain was not called before. It's the name of this group of monks after they moved here. In fact, this mountain is a continuous mountain, steep and towering. In the middle of the mountain, there is a valley surrounded by clouds because of the humid climate all the year round. The temple built in this valley is called Yungu temple.

When Anyang and Xiaochan approached Yungu Temple step by step, it was in the morning when the fragrance was very strong.

The incense people in ragged clothes shuttled through the temple and lit the fine yellow incense respectively. They worshipped and worshipped in front of the huge tripod stove in the temple dam, and then inserted the incense carefully.

In this turbulent time, everyone is living in poverty. People with better clothes will hold a copper plate, and jingle will throw the copper plate mixed with rust and sweat into the merit box, and let it strike a clear echo in the empty box, as if they have made great contributions to the Buddha, and start to make their own wishes.

Those with more ragged clothes often bring some food, either a little rice or flour, a few home grown sweet potatoes, or even some oil, which is added to the temple candle fire.

An ”eminent monk” sits cross knee at the gate of the inner courtyard, turning a string of beads in his hand. He looks calm, mutters to himself, and occasionally glances at the past pilgrims.

But all of a sudden, he raised his head sharply, and his eyes were fixed on the two figures, one big and one small, who had just entered the yard.

To be exact, he looked at Xiao Chan.

Xiaochan obviously also felt his eyes. She only felt that she was hot to him. Out of the shadow of the monk in her heart, she could not help but shrink to Anyang.

Anyang rubs her head to make her feel better, which leads her to the monk who has some Taoism.

The monk is not a man who has been a Taoist for decades. He may be a master in Shenzhou world, but Anyang obviously has higher expectations for the world.

At this time, the monk began to observe him.

At present, the young man's clothes are simple, not as gorgeous and bright as the little girl with the spirit, but they can also be clearly distinguished from the surrounding civilians. Moreover, he did not have the numbness and panic of ordinary people coming to seek peace in troubled times on his face, and he was always calm.

Until the young man stood in front of himself, crouched down slightly and looked at himself with a smile: ”master, can you have a private talk with your Abbot for a moment?”

The monk's eyes are bright as the torch. On the one hand, his heart is palpitating. On the other hand, he feels the pressure brought by Anyang from a close distance. On the other hand, he senses the spirit of the little girl more clearly. He lowered his eyebrows and pretended not to hear Anyang's words. He quickly pinched the beads in his hand and mumbled Sanskrit scriptures in his mouth.

All of a sudden, he put his hands on his knees, his eyes were shining with gold, and he swept over Anyang and Xiaochan.

The pilgrims in the courtyard were shocked to see this scene. Someone immediately fell on the ground with his body attached and shouted at the master. It seemed that they had seen a miracle.

”Up! How dare you dare to run to my Buddhism to be wild! ” Many believers only heard the eminent monk's big drink and grabbed the little girl with one hand.

”Demon Monsters... ” Some people look pale with fright.

The just devout believers did not hesitate, and whether the master could win or not, they turned around and rushed out.

”Pa!”

The monk's hand seems to touch a transparent barrier, and he can't enter inch by inch. In such a hurry, the monk's face is still calm. His single hand is pressing forward.On the other hand, the little girl opposite him was making a strange gesture with one hand, her eyes wide and her back.

The monk took the opportunity to bully near and almost flew forward: ”the evil spirit is quickly captured. My Buddha is merciful. If you haven't committed the killing evil, there is still a chance to convert to piety!”