For example, during the period of the gods thousands of years ago, there were many powerful people in the world who were regarded as gods by mortals, but in fact, it was just because it was a great world, the cultivation resources were inflated, and the wars were frequent, so many people broke through the Feather Realm one after another and became immortals in the eyes of mortals.

But at the end of the day, it's just because they're strong enough. Just like the current grandmaster, he can pick leaves and fly flowers, and exhale into a blade, for ordinary people, isn't he also an immortal?

Although the Tibetan area is mysterious, since the thousand snakes can run rampant in this kind of place, and even snatch half of the immortal and immortal scriptures, Meng Chuan still understands how deep the water on the surface of this Tibetan area is.

Not to mention the immortals who have been feathered, even psychics are probably difficult to find. Of course, this is in the absence of those absolute masters who have come out of hiding.

For these large and small temples exposed to the eyes of the world, most of them are not decent masters, which Meng Chuan can still confirm.

Finally, the group arrived at the temple of Barak.

At this time, Jiang Han's body was obviously unable to support it, and he kept coughing.

Meng Chuan stepped forward to ask Jiang Han about the situation, Jiang Han just shook his head, signaled that he was fine, and entered the temple.

The incense in the temple is extremely vigorous, and the Tibetan monks in the temple can be seen walking around everywhere, and there are countless believers who offer incense and go to the temple to worship.

The most crowded place is the main courtyard at the back. The place, the size of a small square, was already crowded with people.

There was no doubt that there were all believers seeking holy water here, and Meng Chuan looked around and found that each of them had some ailments to a greater or lesser extent.

Jiang Han found a place to stand, folded his hands, and looked very pious, waiting for the Tibetan monks of the temple to come and give holy water.

When he came, Jiang Han had already said that the holy water of the Barak Temple would be blessed at twelve o'clock, and then the Tibetan monks would present the holy water for people to use.

After waiting here for a while, the bronze bell of the Barak temple was runged, and the heavy bell rang throughout the mountain, and then the devotees who were waiting here were all excited.

At this time, Jiang Han was already coughing, Meng Chuan saw that there was a little blood stains on the scarf she was covering her mouth and nose, and he felt a little anxious, and advised Jiang Han: "The temperature difference between day and night here is large, and here is a high place, which is not good for your lung disease." Otherwise, go back and I'll write you a prescription, and if you stick to it for three months, I promise to cure your lung disease. ”

Jiang Han shook his head without thinking about it and said, "Mr. Meng, thank you for your kindness." But now I just want to get the holy water of the Barak Temple. ”

Meng Chuan couldn't help frowning.

I really want to see what is so magical about this so-called holy water.

As the twelve bronze bells rang, the four gates were pushed open. The four teams of Tibetan monks each pushed a golden container in the shape of a water tank, and slowly recited Buddhist scriptures.

There was an unknown liquid in the tank, which was like a fluorescent, and it emitted a faint golden light, which was amazing.

In an instant, all the believers in the courtyard knelt down, their hands folded, and bowed

The head did not dare to look at the four jars of holy water.

Only Meng Chuan hugged his arms and watched all this with interest, looking out of place with others.

Soon, four teams of Tibetan monks gathered in the center of the courtyard, and then some Tibetan monks took the small porcelain bottle next to the golden container and began to pour the holy water in the golden container one by one.

All the believers looked excited, and it was clear that the temple of Barak was going to reward them with holy water.

Soon, the four jars of holy water were divided into countless small bottles, and the Tibetan monks each carried a dozen, scattered around the kneeling devotees, and handed the holy water to them.

Jiang Han also had a Tibetan monk here, Jiang Han looked excited, and said, "I...... I want four bottles, thank you Living Buddha!"

After speaking, Jiang Han took out 40,000 yuan in cash from the bag he was carrying and stuffed it into a cloth bag on the Tibetan monk's body.

The Tibetan monk was expressionless and handed the four bottles of holy water on the tray to Jiang Han.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "This so-called holy water still needs money to buy it?"

The Tibetan monk glared at Meng Chuan angrily and explained, "This is not the money to buy holy water, but the money to serve the living Buddha, which represents the believers' belief in the living Buddha." ”

Seeing that the Tibetan monk was a little angry, Jiang Han hurriedly explained: "Master, don't be angry, this is my friend, he is here for the first time, and he doesn't understand our rules here. ”

The Tibetan monk was a little relieved, and snorted coldly: "Since you don't understand the rules, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will be punished by the true god!"

After saying that, he continued to the others and asked them to buy holy water with money.

Zhou Yang was very displeased, glared at Meng Chuan and said, "It's all your fault, Meng Chuan, for letting you talk nonsense, almost angering the master just now!"

Meng Chuan shrugged his shoulders and smiled disdainfully.

In this way, the so-called temple of Barak is nothing more than that. What a holy place it may seem, but in fact it is still linked to money and full of vulgarity.

Just such a bottle of water was sold for 10,000 yuan, and this temple could earn millions every day by making a profit from selling holy water?

This is no different from those temples in the Central Plains that have become tourist attractions!

At this time, Jiang Han coughed repeatedly, obviously extremely unwell. Now that she has bought the holy water, she naturally wants to open it, wanting to take a sip to relieve her pain.

She opened the porcelain vial, and a unique medicinal fragrance spread from the bottle. The liquid in the bottle is shiny and beautiful.

Just when Jiang Han wanted to drink a little holy water, Meng Chuan suddenly stopped Jiang Han and said, "Wait a minute, Jiang Han, can you let me see this holy water?"

Although Jiang Han was very unwell at this time, he did not refute Meng Chuan's face, and handed the holy water in his hand to Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan poured out a little holy water on the palm of his hand, and this behavior suddenly made Zhou Yang even more unhappy: "Meng Chuan, what are you doing? Such a small bottle of holy water costs 10,000 yuan, how can you waste it so much?"

"And the money is small, this holy water can only be obtained from the temple in Tibet, you are so wasteful, Jiang Han will have to come here thousands of miles later

, are you a little unconscious?"

"Shut up!" After Meng Chuan smelled this holy water, he immediately frowned, and there was anger rising in his heart, so he subconsciously reprimanded Zhou Yang.

"You dare to scold me?!" Zhou Yang was displeased, rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to beat someone.

However, Meng Chuan didn't bother to be familiar with him, and said to Jiang Han very seriously: "Don't drink this thing! I felt that something was wrong with your body before, but now it seems that there is something wrong with this holy water!"

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